Two days later."Young friend Yang, we are going out to sea again." "We are running out of training materials. Is there anything wrong, Mr. Wu?" This old Wu is the cultivator with the highest cultivation level and the oldest age on this mountain. It is said that he has lived for more than 200 years. He has no intention of forming a golden elixir and is very caring towards other foundation-building cultivators living on this mountain. Even Yang Kai, thanks to his care, gained a lot of benefits. Yi Jue also thought about taking advantage of him, but he just hadn't found the right opportunity yet. "Friend Yang, listen to what Elder Wu has to say. You have good aptitude and a good character. You should make more friends if you have the chance. Cultivating immortals is not about fighting and killing. Cultivating immortals is about the ways of the world." "Without the support of friends, the path of a free cultivator is too difficult, too difficult." His words were sincere and contained the lessons of Mr. Wu's life. Yi Jue naturally knew the difficulties of being a lone cultivator, and he also knew that such lone cultivators were most likely to be killed and their treasures robbed, such as Yang Kai. However, since Yi Jue is showing himself as Yang Kai at this time, he naturally has to play the role of Yang Kai seriously. "Mr. Wu, the boy has woken up."

After saying that, he turned around and prepared to leave. This posture clearly showed that he had a very determined mind. "I know you are right, but I still decided to go my way." Old Wu's face froze. It was obvious that although Yang Kai did not say this, Old Wu, who was old and experienced, knew the meaning of this behavior. In the end, he could not bear to see a good talent die, so he sighed and said, "Young man Yang, the evil thief from Jiyin Island was killed two days ago. The Jiyin Patriarch is a Yuanying master, and he has five or six disciples who have reached the Jindan stage. He will definitely not give up." "Although you have the support of the Xing Palace, there will definitely be demons from Jiyin Island hunting at sea during this period. If you go out to sea, I'm afraid you will be in great danger." Yi Jue was stunned for a moment, then stopped, turned around and bowed to Mr. Wu. "My dear boy Meng Lang, thank you for your kind words, Mr. Wu." Mr. Wu also sighed. "Although the Xing Palace is powerful, the righteous and evil forces are not completely powerless to fight back. In addition, how can we, the independent cultivators, be taken seriously by the Xing Palace?" "Tail Star Island, Tail Star Island, doesn't it mean it's at the end?" Yi Jue said a few words of comfort and was about to leave, but Mr. Wu, perhaps because he hadn't seen an acquaintance for a long time or because his time was up, insisted on dragging Yi Jue to play chess. Yi Jue had nothing to do at the moment and wanted to find a chance to be alone with the old man, so he reluctantly went to the old man's cave. They are all on top of a mountain, where there are many caves scattered at different heights. Yi Jue's cave is halfway up the mountain, neither high nor low, while Lao Wu's cave is at the foot of the mountain. On the way down the mountain, Old Wu told Yi Jue that he had been waiting outside these days, and would stop any cultivator who went out, as a way of praying for him. "My cave is a little shabby, old man. Please don't despise it." A very quaint cave. The furnishings inside the cave are full of traces of time. There is a stone table next to it, with a chessboard painted on it, with seventeen vertical and horizontal lines, and many places have pits. The chess pieces, however, are smooth and translucent, showing that chess friends often come here. "Come, come, try this Maojian. It's fresh from the top of the mountain. This year, I, an old man, picked 20 taels by myself. Come and try it." Yi Jue took a sip, his expression changed involuntarily, and the Heart Control Lotus in his sea of ​​consciousness also bloomed with brilliance. However, Yi Jue pretended to be unaware and took another bite. "Thank you, Mr. Wu. This tea has a unique taste. I like it very much."

Old Wu directly took out a teapot, about two cups full, and generously gave it to Yi Jue. The two began to play chess. It could be said that Yi Jue had no accomplishments in chess. All his time was spent on cultivation and practicing the various arts of immortality. He never had a moment of free time. However, he still knew the basic rules, and knowing the rules, all that was left was to practice more. If he wanted to improve, he could find some chess books to study the patterns, and then practice more. And Yi Jue didn't come here to play chess. Sure enough, before he had made a few moves, Old Wu spoke. "When people get old, they like to chatter." "Young Yang, are you interested in listening to a story, a story about a dying person?" "I was born on a small island. There is not much spiritual energy on the island, and even no immortal cultivators are willing to stay there." "There are no immortal cultivators on the island, but there are pirates." "Unfortunately, my family encountered pirates." "Do you know how a mother raises thirteen children?" "I didn't know either. So my mother died of exhaustion very quickly. Yes, she died of exhaustion." "I met my master after four of my thirteen brothers and sisters starved to death." "I asked him, if the immortal cultivators were so powerful, why didn't they come and save our family earlier?" "He didn't say anything, he just took me away." "It was then that I realized that he was not here to save us, but only to save me." "I have good talent, and I work hard and diligently. I dare not slack off for a moment, and soon I succeeded in building the foundation." "But I never went back to that small fishing village again. I was afraid to hear news about them. I pretended to forget everything and regarded the sect as my home." "I thought that as long as I worked hard enough in the sect, this would be my home." "Until that competition, I injured the master's child in order to gain the master's recognition and for the bottle of elixir that would improve my cultivation." "Then, I was forced to leave the sect and became a casual cultivator." "I don't have a home anymore." When Yi Jue heard this, he pretended to be drowsy, then forced himself to be alert. The old man continued. "So, I chose to go back to the small fishing village." Having said this, the old man laughed, and his laugh was ironic and sad. "There's no one there anymore. It's become a demon's den." "Just two years before I arrived, a demon cultivator went there and killed everyone to practice his skills. The small fishing village was destroyed." "I don't know if my brothers and sisters survived after I left because it doesn't matter anymore. Now, no one is alive." "I broke down and fought that demon cultivator for three days and killed him."

"And I was also struck by his evil spell, and my energy and spirit were reduced by 70%." "Do you know what it means that there is always a way out?" As he said this, the old man began to laugh, a laugh that was so sad and yet so crazy. "That demon cultivator killed everyone just to practice his evil method. God has eyes, but he died in my hands instead." "How hateful! How hateful that I am the only one to be harmed after his evil magic was perfected." "You know what it feels like to be old?" "Do you know what it feels like to have rheumatism in the middle of the night? The tingling and numbness that goes deep into your bones can keep you awake all night long." "And I, in this torture, have spent thirty years!" (End of this chapter)