Chapter 22: The Little Beggar
There, no country like the Tianwu Dynasty existed.There are countless martial arts clans, as well as various large and small sects.It can be said that Beichuan is a chaotic place.And this so-called Xi...The white-haired old man stared at the painting with great excitement, his eyes seeming as if they would pop out at any moment.
"What a fine picture of archery!"
The white-haired old man said in a trembling voice: “The painting contains a chill and majestic aura. If one can contemplate it with peace of mind, perhaps they can touch upon a path that no one has ever walked before.”
"The person who painted this picture must be an extraordinary master beyond our imagination."
"I'm afraid he has already comprehended the Dao, and understands everything in this world!"
"I never expected that there would be such a person in this world, I really want to see the true face of the master!"
Saying this, the white-haired old man couldn't help but beat his chest and stomp his feet.
Xiao Shi and Uncle Nine were stunned.
Is this painting that great
Isn't this just something Ye Qingyun casually drew
Although the drawing is indeed well-done, to say it contains the Great Dao is a bit of an exaggeration, wouldn't you say
"Master, this... this should only be an ordinary painting, right"
Xiao Shi cautiously said a sentence.
The old man with white hair suddenly widened his eyes.
"This is definitely not an ordinary painting!"
"The one who can paint this masterpiece must be an unimaginable hermit!"
“This painting is worth more than the old man's centuries of cultivation!”
What
Could a painting be worth centuries of ascetic practice
Xiao Shi and Jiu Shu were truly astonished.
The two of them stared at each other.
Could it be...
That seemingly ordinary Ye Qingyun is actually an unfathomable master of unparalleled skill
"Where did this painting come from"
The white-haired old man stared intently at Xiao Shi, eager to know the origin of this painting.
Xiao Shi naturally did not dare to hide it.
"Master, this painting was done by a young man named Ye Qingyun."
The white-haired old man looked thoughtful.
"A young man This should not be the true appearance of a master. Such a master must have long since cultivated to reach heaven and earth, able to change his appearance at will."
Xiao Shi felt a little embarrassed: "Master, that Ye Qingyun is actually an ordinary person, with no cultivation at all."
The white-haired old man was stunned.
Mortal
"It's impossible!"
He didn't believe it at all.
Can a mortal draw such a painting that embodies the Dao
Absolutely not.
Someone who can draw like this must be a master so great that even elders with white hair would look up to them.
so high that there's no end to it.
Perhaps your eyesight is poor, and you cannot see through the true nature of a master, mistaking a master for an ordinary person.
The white-haired old man said.
Hearing him say that, Xiao Shi and Jiu Shu both felt a bit existential.
Could that kid really be a hermit from the mountains
Xiao Shixiu's beautiful eyebrows were tightly furrowed.
However, Jiu Shu was a spirited person.
"Miss, we encountered two demon beasts on our way. I wasn't their match originally, but they seemed to be suppressed by some force, so I easily drove them away."
Xiao Shi also reacted.
She widened her eyes, her face full of disbelief.
"Are you saying that Ye Qingyun was the one who made the move back then"
Uncle Jiu nodded repeatedly.
Xiao Shi was stunned.
In that case, it makes sense.
Whether it was this painting or the scene on the road, it was enough to prove that Ye Qingyun was far from as ordinary as they had seen.
Could he be a hermit with extraordinary abilities
What are you talking about
The white-haired old man looked at the two of them with some confusion.
"Master, it's like this..."
At that moment, Xiao Shi told the white-haired old man everything about how they had met Ye Qingyun and all that had happened along the way.
After listening, the white-haired elder looked at the two of them with a gaze that seemed to want to kill them both.
Xiao Shi and Uncle Nine were also very embarrassed.
A recluse once traveled with them, but they failed to recognize him and treated him poorly.
Now that they think about it, both of them feel a pang of regret.
"You guys!"
The white-haired old man shook his head repeatedly.
"Fortunately, that great sage was magnanimous and did not hold a grudge against you. Otherwise, you would have been long gone."
All they could do was nod in agreement.
"Such a renowned figure, it would be difficult to find peace of mind without visiting in person."
The white-haired elder carefully rolled up the scroll and put it into his storage bag.
"Take me to that master quickly, I want to personally ask him for guidance."
Xiao Shi was a little taken aback.
It was I who came to be a disciple, yet here is my master rushing off to see someone else
"Master, what about these discipleship gifts..."
"What kind of apprenticeship gift This painting is your best gift, take everything else back."
"Okay."
Xiao Shi's face was full of helplessness.
The white-haired old man was in a hurry and urged the two to set off quickly.
Hearing that Ye Qingyun had appeared in the market at the foot of Fuyun Mountain, the white-haired old man directly grabbed Xiao Shi and Jiu Shu with one hand each and lifted them into the air.
Wow!
The white-haired old man flew directly into the air, taking the two of them toward Mount Fu Yun.
......
Ye Qingyun returned to Fuyun Mountain.
Looking at his own old nest, Ye Qingyun only felt a sense of peace in his heart.
>There's no place like home.
After this trip, Ye Qingyun deeply felt the warmth of home.
Goo goo ga ga!
He was starving and quickly ate something to fill his stomach.
After having a full meal, Ye Qingyun slept soundly.
He slept until the middle of the next day.
Ye Qingyun just got up feeling relaxed and comfortable.
He pushed the door open.
But outside the courtyard, there was someone.
What are you doing
Seeing that person sneak about, trying to pick the pears from the tree, Ye Qingyun roared out in anger.
The man jumped in fright and fell off the pear tree with a thud.
This fall was serious.
That person let out an "ouch" and couldn't get up from the ground.
Ye Qingyun hurried forward.
I found out that it was actually a child.
He or she looks only about seven or eight years old.
Covered in dirt and rags, with unkempt hair and a filthy face, he looked like a little beggar.
The child was trembling with fear and pain from the fall, his face contorted in agony.
"You have such a big nerve, daring to steal my pears"
Ye Qingyun sneered and said.
The little beggar rubbed his legs and staggered to his feet.
"I didn't steal."
"You were caught red-handed, and you're still saying you didn't steal"
Ye Qingyun was amused by his anger.
The little beggar grunted.
"Then what if I stole it You're going to kill me anyway"
Ye Qingyun was speechless.
Good fellow.
At such a young age, he's still just tender meat.
Ye Qingyun didn't really want to blame him either, after all, he became a beggar at such a young age, it was quite pitiful.
What is your name
Ye Qingyun asked.
"I have no name."
"No name Then how do all the other people call you"
The little beggar turned his nose up: “They call me a little rascal.”
Ye Qingyun shook his head helplessly.
"What's your last name"
The little beggar was taken aback.
"My father's surname is Guo."
What about your parents
"They're all dead."
Ye Qingyun felt a tinge of sympathy in his heart.
He walked under the pear tree and picked ten or so pears.
He also brought out a bag of rice from the house.
"Here you go, eat up. If you finish, come back here again."
Ye Qingyun gave the things to the little beggar.
The little beggar looked somewhat surprised.
None of them dared to reach out and take it.
"From now on, don't steal things anymore."s able to finish it in one night."Finally done."Ye Qingyun rubbed his slightly sore and numb wrists, then handed the dozen or so pages he had written to Xiao Shi."By the way, I'll get you another pict...