Farewell 63

  Huang Zhanglao is very busy and always seems to be in a hurry. Moreover, autumn is a season of high value on the mountain, so he can't possibly have any free time.

  In fact, even Jing Lu Shixiong didn't have much time and was busy checking the goods in the warehouse against the ledger.

  "Ah, junior sister, you've arrived just in time, help me take a look at this."

  Jing Lu stuffed an old notebook into Qiuqiu's hands without saying a word.

  "What are you doing, senior brother?"

  "The elder asked me to take stock of the things here, it's really frustrating, many things have been stored for over a hundred years, even older than I am. Some things can still be used after being collected, while others need to be remade from scratch. Look," Jinglu Shixiong said with a bitter face, pulling out a huge copper hammer, his two hands dragging the handle and panting heavily: "Look at this, who knows how many years it's been stored in the warehouse? This kind of thing is not suitable for anyone in the entire sect, but look at the material, all made of pure copper, with fine gold mixed inside. I don't know which predecessor didn't understand the art of refining instruments and was willing to waste such a large amount of resources."

  Qiu Qiu couldn't help but laugh, it's indeed like this.

  Whenever people talk about cultivators, they always think, wow, so powerful, like gods, aren't they all-knowing and all-powerful? They must be familiar with everything from astronomy to geography, and skilled in every craft... Cough, this is a misunderstanding that doesn't make sense.

  In fact, most of the people that Qiū Qiū knows are not like this. For example, many of the senior disciples from the Jìng Zì generation have been on the mountain since they were young and only know how to practice swordsmanship, but can't even write properly, let alone spend time and energy on alchemy or refining equipment。 To them, these things are trivial; there is only one main path, and only by achieving success in the way of the sword can one stand out。 Therefore, many people take elixirs without knowing what materials they were refined from, or think that finding a piece of good-quality pure iron will allow them to refine a divine artifact。

  This is what they mean by "being worlds apart".

  This failed large copper hammer might be the stupid thing done by some senior fellow of the sect, perhaps thinking that he could refine something unprecedentedly good, but in fact this finished product is an unqualified stupid thing. There is no place for spiritual or divine power, and it is heavy and clumsy. I guess the person who practiced it would have abandoned it as soon as they saw it, and it has been left in this warehouse for over a hundred years.

  Qiuqiu helped him flip through the book, this book was full of old things, very old, and had a common point that they were all big, each one taken out could smash a big hole in the ground, really didn't know which predecessors made these crappy things.

  Qiu Qiu asked with a smile: "Big Brother Shifu, I have paid respects at Big Brother Jing Hai's grave."

  Jing Lu nodded and said, "Well, you have a good conscience to think of this. To be honest, Jing Hai is just too honest, and he suffers from being too honest. If he had followed Huang Changlao, his life would have been better. But the people on Pipa Peak are not kind..."

  "I heard that Sheng Hai Shixiong might have been a potential first disciple of Pipa Peak back then?"

  "Yes, but at the critical moment, he was schemed by his good junior brother, which made Yu Xiang Zhen Ren unhappy, and finally he was demoted to watch the library, what a pity for his cultivation."

  Jing Lu Shixiong is a sensible person. Although he looks crazy, he lives freely.

  Qiu Qiu suddenly asked: "Yesterday during the Qingming Festival, I saw a tombstone with the words 'Ming Song' engraved on it. Does Jing Lu Shixiong know if there is such a predecessor?"

  "Is it Ming Song?" Jing Lu thought for a moment: "The elder didn't mention it... However, my fellow sister, I heard that there is a name record of all the disciples. There was a copy in the library, but now I don't know if it's still there? You ask about what this senior did."

  "It's just looking... feels like fate."

  Jing Lu said: "Then I'll go back and ask Huang Zhanglao for you, but you also know. The old man only pays attention to alchemy, asking him about people is not very promising."

  This is indeed true, just look at Jing Lu and you will know that this master-apprentice relationship is really mismatched. Huang Changlao, as a responsible alchemy elder in the sect, has a position similar to that of a logistics minister. He is different from Wei Changlao, who has real power to arrest and kill disciples according to the sect's rules. If he were particularly careful about personnel matters, he would not have chosen such a dull occupation as alchemy.

  Qiu Qiu didn't have much hope either, but the hidden book pavilion that Jing Lu Shixiong mentioned might have a list of disciples, which made Qiu Qiu feel more reliable.

  They already know most of the secrets of space, and Xiaoxiao has been thinking about Little Dragon for two days, worried that it might be weak and afraid after just hatching, but it's not convenient to go see it. Also worried that Da Bai and Erbai can't get along with Little Dragon. Today, no matter what, I have to go take a look.

  Look at this, she's not even a mother yet, but she's already experiencing the feeling of raising a child. It's really like her heart is skipping a beat every moment she doesn't see them.

  But to avoid suspicion, it's better not to dig the rabbit hole again. Jing Yuan has already seen them digging once, and is likely to be suspicious. If it were just Qiuqiu alone, she could dig, but with Zhang Er's icy face and haughty demeanor, no one would believe her even if she told the truth.

  Fortunately, this secret realm cannot be entered by others. Even if Jingyuan sends someone to check the cave, they will not be able to enter that secret realm and won't even discover its existence.

  Qiu Qiu had been helping Jing Lu with his work for half a day. It wasn't until he took a break to drink some water that she said, "Big brother, I'm leaving."

  Jing Lu was taken aback: "Leave? Where to?"

  "Go find my master. I already know where my master is, of course I have to go see him."

  Jing Lu nodded and said, "So, Yu Xia Zhen Ren is fine? That's good. You've gone too, which is also good. The mountain is not very peaceful now, except for close relatives and masters, others can't be trusted. However, I'm quite reluctant to part with you. Originally, I thought that if you didn't want to return to Lian Hua Peak, you could stay here too. You're meticulous and patient... Huang Zhanglao is also a good person... But since you want to find your master, I won't stop you."

  Qiu Qiu is very grateful for the care of Master Jing Lu and Elder Huang over the past few days.

  It's not something that can be done with just a word, at the very least, you have to say goodbye to the master. Even if the master doesn't care about her coming and going, she still has to tell Jingyue Shixiong. After all, it was he who brought Autumn to Huang Changlao's place to settle down. No matter how much water is mixed in his heart, he can't just leave without saying a word.

  Qiu Qiu thought it was funny. The cultivators who were about to run out of five grains and miscellaneous grains, but their interpersonal relationships were still the same as those of ordinary people. Qiu Qiu planned to go to the Cangshu Building to find the list of disciples' names. Then she would go to the main peak to inform Yu Qing Zhenren that she wanted to leave. However, Yu Qing Zhenren was very busy now and might not have time to see her, so it was also okay to tell Jingyue Shixiong clearly.

  Qiuqiu thought that saying goodbye was an easy thing to do, after all, she was just a burden on her uncle and aunt at Xiuyuan Mountain, so it was only natural for her to go find her master now that Yu Xia had been found.

  But after seeing Jingyue, she said goodbye and Jingyue's faint smile at the corner of his mouth disappeared, and this senior brother with a gloomy face looked somewhat unfamiliar.

  "Sister, who told you where Yu Xia Zhen Ren is?"