Chapter 103

The Imperial Purple Qi could not be seen or touched, but this abstract thing actually occupied half of the space of the Mountain and River Map.

When Xu Qing called the Prince to his side, he didn't consider too much.

The little fatty was a mortal with naked eyes and couldn't see anything. He only saw Xu Qing performing a set of non-material performances in front of him.

That appearance was the same as when he went to the temple to worship and pray for blessings, and the temple priest took a willow branch, dipped it in some clear water, and sprinkled it on him.

Besides having a bit of ritual sense, it seemed to have no other practical effect.

"How does Brother Zhu feel?" Xu Qing asked him with great anticipation at the time.

Zhu Huaian only felt that something seemed to have been filled into his body, but that feeling only lasted for a moment. Before he could react, it was already over.

What kind of feeling could this have?

Zhu Huaian asked suspiciously: "Didn't Brother Xu say you wanted to give me something that would be helpful to me?"

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Zhu Huaian, who had already gained a great advantage, was still unaware and was still asking him for it.

The key was that Xu Qing couldn't explain this matter.

The Prince hadn't practiced the Dao or realized the truth, nor did he know the method of looking at Qi, so how could he see the tricks he had done?

"Don't ask yet; let me think."

Xu Qing bared his teeth and began to brainstorm.

The talismans had already been given, and the Imperial Purple Qi had also been given, but the other party couldn't see this thing, and he couldn't say it clearly.

If not, he would just find something to muddle through...

After thinking about it, Xu Qing's eyes lit up.

"Wait here; don't walk around!"

Letting the little fatty stand at the door, Xu Qing returned to the counter, picked up his brush, dipped it in ink, and wrote a few words casually.

By the time he returned to the door, Xu Qing had already sealed the note into a sachet.

"I give this brocade bag to Brother Zhu. Don't open it until you reach the northern border..."

The little fatty was overjoyed upon hearing this. Earlier, his father had left a brocade bag to help him wake up.

Now that he was going to the northern border, he really had no bottom in his heart, but he didn't expect to get a brand-new brocade bag.

In Zhu Huaian's heart, this brocade bag was no different from a life-saving prescription. Even if there was only a blank piece of paper inside, the significance was equally significant.

After all, the journey to the northern border was extremely dangerous. If there was no belief to support him in his heart, I'm afraid it would be difficult to cross the thousand-mile obstacle in the end.

"Brother Xu, rest assured, I will definitely walk to the northern border alive!"

"Take care on your journey."

At this moment, Xu Qing stood inside the shop door, and Zhu Huaian stood outside the threshold.

Watching the Prince leave, Xu Qing didn't come back to his senses for a long time.

He knew how many difficulties the other party would encounter on this journey. It was no exaggeration to say it was like climbing a mountain of knives and descending into a sea of fire.

Perhaps someone could help the Prince once or twice, but most of the time, he would have to rely on himself to roam.

Those who want to achieve great things, besides testing their intelligence and perseverance, must also see if they have the fortune.

That chair in the Golden Throne Hall had never been so easy to sit on.

If the Prince could cross the thousand-mile thorns and walk to the northern border this time, it would be equivalent to being reborn from the fire.

If he couldn't walk there...

Xu Qing was silent.

If he couldn't walk there even with the Imperial Qi, then he could only offer a good stick of incense for the Prince next year.

At noon, the weather in late June was already a bit hot.

Xu Qing drew a few Ice Soul Talismans and pasted them everywhere, and the temperature of the entire shop instantly dropped.

While enjoying the coolness, Xu Qing looked around, but always felt something was missing.

After thinking about it carefully, he suddenly remembered that in the past, there was Xuanyu to keep him company in the shop, which at least had some vitality. Now that Xuanyu was not in the shop, the entire shop front was like a desolate grave in a mass grave, and he was the old corpse living in the grave, leaving only dead silence.

Fine, the evil he created, he had to repay himself!

Outside the shop door, Xu Qing, who had run off the Cat Immortal because of his loose tongue, was calling for the cat.

Outside, the sun was bright. Xu Qing held an oil-paper umbrella and came to a cool small alley on the right side of the shop.

The alley had been abandoned for a long time. The wall roots were full of mottled moss, and it was overgrown with weeds, with many unknown small flowers in full bloom. In the past, Xuanyu often ran here to take a nap or catch the insects and butterflies inside.

"Xuanyu—Erniang—"

Xu Qing called twice, and seeing that he couldn't find the cat, he planned to return to the shop.

However, just at this moment, a coquettish cat meow suddenly sounded behind him.

Xu Qing turned around and saw the runaway Xuanyu sitting upright beside a fish basket, staring at him intently.

One could imagine that when he was calling for the cat in the alley just now, the cat was probably sitting here watching the show.

"What a magnificent fish! Did you catch it?"

"This is a return gift for Immortal Xu," Xuanyu paused and continued: "The Cat Immortal not only eats fish but also catches fish, so please don't say such things in front of others in the future, because that will damage the dignity of the immortal."

Xuanyu lifted its neck, its gaze very serious.

Xu Qing nodded in agreement, then picked up the fish basket and examined it left and right.

"Did you really catch this fish?"

Xuanyu lifted its neck, looking as if it were a matter of course.

Xu Qing was silent for a moment, then issued a soul-searching question: "Then did this wild fish basket also get caught by Immortal Xuanyu from the river?"

"Hmm," Xuanyu's thoughts turned rapidly.

"There is everything in the river. I even saw someone fishing out a corpse from the river."

"A corpse?" Xu Qing held the umbrella, carrying the fish basket, with the black cat following step by step behind him.

"I heard it's a corpse-salvager. Recently, it's the fish season, and many people have gone fishing. I heard from the old man who sells fish that every year at this time, many people don't come back. There are people at the port burning incense and offering sacrifices, and I even saw Second Master Feng crowing there to help people summon souls..."

Chatting all the way, after returning to the shop, Xu Qing carried the Spirit Fish and began to wield his knife.

The Star Fish is not an ordinary product; the blood energy contained within it is very rich, otherwise it wouldn't become a treasure that martial artists fight for.

However, such a Spirit Fish is not suitable for cooking; it must be raw fish with the original flavor for the effect to be better.

Xu Qing divided the fish into two parts from head to tail. He and Xuanyu ate one part, and the remaining part was sent by him to the coffin shop.

Cats love to eat fish, and foxes are no exception.

Daoist Yizhen, who came to attend the lecture, also had a good appetite. Hu Baosong, like an old man who loves his children, left the fattest part of the Spirit Fish for Yizhen.

"I love eating fish heads the most. This fish head is much better than other parts!"

Xu Qing thought, you can stop it!

The head of the Star Fish is as hard as iron and stone; it can be said to be the hardest part of the whole fish to chew.

This old man wasn't afraid of breaking all his teeth.

"The port is currently in the fish season. Old Hu, if you want to eat fish, I can go to the port to see. Speaking of which, I really have a little bit of water-controlling ability."

When the water-worker Daoist slaughtered the entire family of the Salt Gang female owl Old Lady Cao, Xu Qing had obtained a strange technique called Water-Walking Technique from Old Lady Cao.

River salt transportation cannot be separated from water transportation, and water transportation cannot be separated from ships.

This Water-Walking Technique can make people break free from the shackles of ships and make people walk on waves as if walking on flat ground.

With such a strange technique, I think catching fish shouldn't be a difficult task.

"How many skills do you have, kid? How come you are also involved in water methods?"

Xu Qing sat at the table and smiled shyly, saying: "I know a little bit. My skills are mixed and not refined; they don't count for much."

In the following days, Xu Qing was the same as before, listening to Hu Baosong's preaching at the coffin shop.

Besides the Sun and Moon Nourishing Method, the Hu Yang clan also had ancient cultivation strange methods passed down from the clan.

This strange method is a new type of cultivation method developed by combining the human physique with the fox demon's refining form.

Although Xu Qing couldn't cultivate, this way of thinking about cultivation gave him great inspiration.

Speaking of which, 99% of zombies are just clumsy walking corpses before breaking through to the Prostrate Corpse stage, and they don't have the consciousness to create cultivation methods and perform auxiliary cultivation.

The reason Xu Qing could cultivate zombie cultivation methods was thanks to those corpse-drivers and those practitioners of the Yin Corpse Sect.

The higher the zombie level, the greater the utilization value.

It is precisely because of this that those people in the Yin Corpse Sect would spend a lot of energy to study for generations or even dozens of generations, creating cultivation methods that can cultivate zombies.

Those methods and the methods created by the Hu Yang clan belong to alien cultivation methods, and there is a similarity between the two.

It is a pity that most zombies don't have spiritual wisdom. Even if you put the Zombie Sutra in front of them, they won't pick up the scriptures to read, let alone cultivate themselves.

Xu Qing seemed to have realized something.

Perhaps the zombie cultivation method and the six-realm cultivation method for living people are no different. Now that he is actively cultivating himself, it is equivalent to having a cultivation method that suits him.

It's just that the name of this method is a bit vulgar, just like a chicken-raising crash course or a pig-raising fattening manual, which is a rotten street breeding manual. The name is not as tall as the human cultivation method.

"The Zombie Sutra is a cultivation method, so if you reverse it, can't the six-realm cultivation method practiced by practitioners also be used as a human-raising sutra?"

Xu Qing suddenly remembered his past experience in the Corpse-Working Mill.

Zombies don't know how to cultivate, and the Zombie Sutra was created by the Yin Corpse Sect.

If so, the first people probably didn't know how to cultivate, so who created the martial arts six-realm and the cultivation six-realm cultivation methods?

Is it the human race itself, or the legendary immortals?

Cultivation has no days or months. In the blink of an eye, five days passed.

Hu Baosong used seven days when he first lectured, and rested for two days in the middle.

This time, he only preached for five days, and Hu Baosong had already emptied everything he had.

Yizhen had been cultivating in the Five Elders Temple for a long time, so her understanding didn't need to be said.

No matter how obscure things were, Hu Baosong only needed to explain them once or twice, and the other party could realize them all.

Hu Baosong saw it in his eyes and was happy in his heart, but it was not necessarily a good thing for him that the other party learned too fast.

After all, once there is nothing left to teach, it is time to part.

"Did you really remember it all?" Hu Baosong asked the female Daoist who looked like a top student.

Daoist Yizhen nodded, her expression as calm as water.

Hu Baosong suddenly regretted it a bit. If he had taught slower and dragged it out for a few days, how good would that have been?

Now it was good; he only cared about pouring everything he had into teaching, but he wasted such a good opportunity to get along.

Xu Qing, who was on the side, seemed not to know what Hu Baosong was thinking, and he interjected: "I haven't remembered it all. There are still doubts in some places. Senior Hu might as well explain it to me again."

"Since Brother Xu doesn't understand, then I will talk for another half a day."

Xu Qing glanced at the happy Hu Baosong, feeling a sense of hatred for iron not becoming steel.

Only talk for another half a day?

This silly old man, when he shouldn't be reserved, he became reserved again.

In this half day, it was said that he was giving Xu Qing a small stove lecture, but in fact, most of the time, Hu Baosong was talking to Yizhen.

For example, asking Yizhen if she was used to living in the Five Elders Temple, if she lacked food and clothing every day, and if the old Daoist nuns and old Daoist priests in the temple were deliberately making things difficult for her...

Xu Qing, the student, became the least important one.

When Yizhen left the coffin shop, Hu Baosong stood at the door, just like an old father and mother sending their daughter to marry.

Seeing Xu Qing also walking in the direction Yizhen left, Hu Baosong couldn't help but remind him: "Brother Xu, where are you going? The mortuary is this way."

Xu Qing looked at Hu Baosong's vigilant appearance and couldn't help but laugh: "I'm going to the port to wander around and see if there is any fresh fish for sale."

"If there is good fish, I will bring you a few when the time comes!"

"Are you really buying fish?"

"Otherwise, could it be that I'm going to the Five Elders Temple to become a monk?"

Hu Baosong blew his beard and stared.

Xu Qing laughed and turned to leave Jingxia Street.

Walking through several streets, Yizhen, who had been walking silently in front, suddenly stopped.

"Why is Junior Brother Xu following me?"

Seeing Yizhen turn her head, Xu Qing looked up and said: "There are some small things I want to chat with Senior Sister about, but I didn't know how to open my mouth, so I had to follow behind and think hard all the way."

Yizhen's heart moved. Their eyes met, and neither spoke anymore.

The two walked silently all the way. After finding a tea shop and ordering a pot of clear tea, Xu Qing sat quietly on the side, watching the tea guests chatting.

Yizhen sat for a long time, and finally couldn't help but ask:

"If Junior Brother has anything to say, just say it here."

A smile appeared on the corner of Xu Qing's mouth.

This female Daoist was too good at holding on. If she didn't speak again, he would be the one who couldn't sit still.

Xu Qing picked up the teapot on the table and sighed: "It's a pity. You and I have only sat quietly for a moment, and the water in the teapot is no longer warm."

Yizhen looked up at Xu Qing and said in a calm tone: "If so, let the tea doctor add a new pot of tea..."

"Senior Sister Yizhen, do you think the taste of the new tea will be the same as the one in the pot?"

"Junior Brother might as well speak directly," Yizhen raised her eyebrows.

Xu Qing stood up and poured the cold tea in the pot for Yizhen, sighing: "Tea cools when people leave; it is truly a pity."

"If you could hold it in your hand while the tea is still warm and feel the warmth, perhaps when the tea cools, you could still recall this feeling many years later."

Yizhen's hand, which was about to pick up the tea cup, trembled slightly.

"How many days does he have left?"

Xu Qing shook his head and said nothing.

People in the world mostly ask how much longer, but never say how much time has passed.

A hundred years and one day sometimes don't have that much difference.

Yizhen was silent for a moment, then suddenly stood up and walked out of the tea shop.

Xu Qing looked at the direction Yizhen left the tea shop and couldn't help but clap his hands together.

It was another day of being a good person and a good corpse.

"Waiter, bill!"

"Thank you for your patronage, three coins in total."

After leaving the shop door, Xu Qing laughed happily.

He had promised Hu Baosong that he would never tell Yizhen that the other party didn't have much time left.

Now he just bought a pot of tea and only talked about hot tea and cold tea, but didn't mention a word about Hu Baosong's lifespan.

As for how Yizhen guessed, that was her own business; what did it have to do with him?

(End of chapter)