newbobooks Chapter 132 Being a Guest
Chapter 132 Being a Guest
Chen Yu had lived in the market town for a long time, and had never purchased a large amount of spiritual grains.
Ever since the aroma of wine attracted the monks, he has never brewed wine in his courtyard.
It's easy to explain once or twice, but if it happens too often, it will inevitably arouse suspicion.
In order to satisfy his hobby of brewing wine, he simply built a small brewing workshop in the space.
All the tools and raw materials for brewing wine are ready, and the brewed wine is buried nearby.
The smell in the courtyard is connected to the outside world, and there is no better solution for the time being.
If it were completely isolated, the traces of carving would be too obvious.
If a foundation-building cultivator passed by, he might not know the reason, but he would definitely notice something unusual.
A little investigation shows that his identity is untenable.
Leiyang Lake is vast, so it is not surprising that a weapon refiner at the ninth level of Qi Refining appears there occasionally.
But if a foundation-building cultivator appeared in the market town, the immortal sect would definitely think that he was a spy planted by other forces.
Chen Yu was naturally not afraid of those sects whose cultivation was not higher than his own, but he did not want to be caught in the vortex.
The only thing was that Wang Chonglin hadn't seen him brewing wine for many months, and he felt itchy in his heart.
One day, he met Chen Yu in the market and couldn't help but approach him and asked, "Master Chen, why don't you make wine recently?
I was so hungry that I didn’t know what to do for a moment.”
Chen Yu had already prepared an excuse: "I have lived in the market for a long time, and I have used up all the spiritual grains I bought outside.
Wait a few days, and when the new crop of spiritual grains comes to market, I’ll buy some to make wine.”
Wang Chonglin thought it made sense.
But it seems a bit rude to just think about drinking when meeting people.
"Last time I came to the master's cave abruptly to ask for wine, and I didn't have time to invite you to be my guest.
Now that I have time, if you don't mind, please come to my humble abode for a chat."
Before Chen Yu had time to refuse, Wang Chonglin had already pulled his sleeve and walked a few steps forward.
Since there is nothing urgent, I might as well go and take a look. I don't think the other party has any bad intentions towards me.
The disciples of the Law Enforcement Hall live on the edge of the market town, behind a group of shops.
As the captain of the eighth-level Qi Refining Team, Wang Chonglin's residence is the same as Chen Yu's, which is a two-story building with a yard and a wall.
As for other ordinary disciples, they lived in just a small stone house.
Chen Yu followed him into the courtyard and sat down on a stone bench beside the wall.
There is a stone table next to it, with a three-foot square top.
There are several spiritual fruit trees and a tea tree in the yard, all of which are growing well.
One of the spiritual fruit trees had just produced dozens of flower buds, which looked like they were about to bloom.
There was a lot of moss growing in the corners of the courtyard, and it was obvious that the owner had neglected to take care of it.
The concentration of spiritual energy in the courtyard is 60% higher than outside, which obviously shows that a high-level spiritual gathering array has been set up.
Wang Chonglin came out of the small building, holding a small tray in one hand and a teapot in the other.
The stone table top was full of potholes and had a few fallen leaves on it, making it look quite old.
Wang Chonglin walked closer and used his spiritual energy to brush away the fallen leaves.
Then he placed the tea sets on the table one by one, and said to Chen Yu with a smile: "My courtyard is shabby, I am sorry to have neglected you, brother Chen, please have a cup of tea first."
Chen Yu replied: "It's okay, as cultivators like us, there's no need to be so polite.
The less decoration this residence has, the quieter it is, and the more it suits one's heart to the Tao."
"Brother Chen, you are too polite. Come and try this cup of tea."
Chen Yu picked up the teacup and carefully sensed it with his spiritual sense, but found nothing unusual.
At the same time, Wang Chonglin also raised his teacup and took a sip.
Seeing this, Chen calmly sipped the tea.
In fact, it was all fed to a monster in the space, and he didn't drink any of it.
Wang Chonglin smiled even more and began to chat with Chen Yu.
They talk about the latest happenings, such as who found what treasure and where.
Which two immortal cultivation families have been fighting openly and secretly recently, and the fighting has been very intense.
Wang Chonglin also knew his limits and stopped when he should.
Chen Yu listened quietly from the side and made a few comments from time to time, being a good listener.
It would be boring to talk about these things too much, so the two gradually talked about the magic spells they were practicing.
This was also led by Wang Chonglin, because he is talkative and wants to express himself.
As a monk of a sect, he has basically learned all the magic spells he can come into contact with.
What he said made sense, and from Chen Yu's observation, he didn't try to hide anything.
Chen Yu has not learned many spells. Although he has the inherited memory of Jinli, he cannot reveal those spells.
But he was very familiar with them, and some of the more basic Five Elements techniques were deduced by himself.
This level of control is beyond the reach of ordinary cultivators.
So although he didn't talk much, every word he said was precious to Wang Chonglin.
Especially the angle from which one looks at certain spells, which is extremely high-level, thorough and clear.
Of course, Chen Yu only had a brief taste of this.
The other party has a master who is in the foundation-building stage. If he talks too much, there is a possibility that he will discover his identity.
His worries were a bit unnecessary. Even Wang Chonglin’s master, Lingyi Zhenren, was just an ordinary foundation-building master.
His understanding of these spells is far from Chen Yu's level.
Most of the time, Wang Chonglin was the one talking, and Chen Yu would sometimes make a brief supplement.
In this way, both of them benefited.
Wang Chonglin was attracted by his wonderful ideas and profound understanding, and deepened his mastery of magic.
Chen Yu enriched his knowledge of the world of immortal cultivation and initially mastered several of the magic spells he mentioned.
The two of them talked for several hours.
Seeing that it was getting late, Chen Yu prepared to say goodbye and leave.
"I have benefited a lot from discussing the Dao with my brother today."
"Brother Chen, you are too kind. I am at the eighth level of Qi Refining, and you are one level higher than me.
When it comes to understanding magic, Wang feels that he can't catch up with Brother Chen no matter how hard he tries.
I said a few more words just now, and there are many mistakes and omissions. I still need Brother Chen to correct me.
Brother Chen, I am very grateful to you for listening to all my nonsense here."
Qigong practitioners naturally cannot fast, but eating once every three days is normal for them to practice.
Wang Chonglin usually doesn’t light a fire or cook. After all, many of the spiritual objects he uses for cultivation are very filling.
Now that there are guests visiting, they would like to invite Chen Yu to have a meal at the inn run by Danhuamen.
“There is an inn in the market town, and the spiritual food there is very delicious.
Moreover, after being cooked using special methods, most of the spiritual energy inside is retained, making it a rare product for cultivation.
Why don't you and I go to this inn and try these spiritual foods.
I don't have much of anything except spiritual stones. Brother Chen, please order whatever you want, and I'll pay for it."
Chen Yu declined, saying that he had other things to do.
After much persuasion, he still insisted on going home.
Wang Chonglin had no choice but to say that he would definitely take him there next time he had the chance and he could no longer refuse.
Back in the courtyard, Chen Yu looked at the condition of the monster.
As usual, there was nothing unusual, and there was no sign of stagnation or congestion in the spiritual energy.
It seems that I have been too petty and have been judging others by my own standards. He smiled self-deprecatingly.
But next time someone invites him to eat something of unknown origin, Chen Yu will do the same thing.
It's enough to save face, you only have one life.