The Romance of the Immortal Cauldron

It was already dark when we returned to our residence, and Matthew gently knocked on the old man's door.

He planned to give one of the steamed buns to the old man.

He knew that for people like the old man, it would be very difficult to have a full stomach just like him.

After knocking for more than a dozen times without hearing any response, Matthew felt a little strange.

Normally at this time, the old man would have closed his stall and gone home. He had no relatives or friends in the city, and he usually went home as soon as he closed his stall. How come there was no reaction today.

After lingering outside the door for a while, Matthew finally decided to go in and take a look.

The old man is old. If something unexpected happens, it will be in trouble.

With a hard push, the courtyard door was pushed open. Matthew had rarely done this kind of thing before and had long been used to it.

"Well, there are lights."

After entering the yard, Matthew saw a light on in a room, which meant that there was someone in the house, but why didn't the old man respond to him.

Suddenly an uneasy thought arose from the bottom of his heart. Matthew ran over quickly and pushed open the unlocked door. He saw the old man lying sideways on the edge of the bed.

Perhaps Matthew's too much movement alarmed the old man. He raised his head with difficulty and glanced at Matthew, with a smile on his old face.

"Grandpa Zheng, what's wrong with you?" Matthew rushed over and helped the old man up from the edge of the bed and asked.

"You...you kid, finally...finally came back. I thought I would never see you for the last time, cough cough cough..." The old man who was half leaning on the bed gently stroked Matthew's cheek with his hand. Said weakly.

"You've always been strong, why are you like this all of a sudden?" With tears already welling up in his eyes, Matthew cried out.

He went home with the old man before going into the mountain. At that time, the old man had nothing to do. He even joked with Matthew that he would take him to the largest restaurant in Wangxian City to celebrate when Matthew tested out his spiritual roots.

I just didn't expect that the person would turn out like this after not seeing each other for only two days.

"I sold an item to an immortal cultivator before, but the person behind wanted to return it. I couldn't get the money and I was beaten." The old man calmed down and spoke calmer.

"Don't you always say not to mess with immortal cultivators? Why did you get beaten by the immortal cultivators in the end?" Matthew said complainingly after wiping his tears.

For powerless mortals like them, even if they are beaten by immortal cultivators, they will only suffer the consequences of being dumb and have no way to reason.

"That person doesn't know how to use it himself. He insists on saying that my things are useless. What can I do? Since I can't get the money out, I can only get beaten." The old man returned to his usual nonchalant look and said with a smile.

"Aren't you usually very economical, how about the money for selling things?" Matthew asked with some confusion.

From the time he met the old man until now, he has never seen him spend any money. Even for daily meals, the old man would go to the restaurant's kitchen to pick up unwanted items and eat them. Matthew really couldn't figure out where the old man would spend his money.

The old man did not answer Matthew's words, but raised his finger vigorously and pointed at a cabinet next to him and said: "There is something on the top floor, bring it over."

After hearing the old man's words, Matthew immediately stood up and moved a stool. He stood up and reached out to fumble around on the cabinet. He soon found a slightly heavy box.

After taking the box off, Matthew found that it was very clean. It seemed that the old man used this box frequently.

Although this box looks a bit old, it is very beautiful, with many beautiful patterns carved on it.

After bringing the box to the old man, the old man said: "Open it, there are things prepared for you."

Matthew was stunned when he heard this. He would never have thought that the old man would leave something for him.

The box was not locked, and the box was easily opened by pulling up the top button.

There weren't many things in the box, but Matthew had a look of surprise on his face.

Some broken silver, twenty low-grade spiritual stones, a jade bottle, and a booklet at the bottom.

"Inside the bottle is a marrow-cleansing pill, which was bought with the spiritual stones sold. If you really don't have spiritual roots, taking this pill will make you strong and free from diseases." See Matthew Picking up the jade bottle, the smile on the old man's face became a little thicker, and his eyes were full of love.

"Marrow Cleansing Pill... It takes fifty spiritual stones to buy one, and it also depends on luck. You..." After hearing that there was a Marrow Cleansing Pill in the bottle, Matthew was also excited. He said slowly with a look of shock on his face.

He knew very well how valuable the Marrow Cleansing Pill was. Even in the eyes of immortal cultivators, this thing was a good thing.

"This thing is of no use to me. I just bought it for you. The spiritual stones in the box are also left to you." The old man raised his head vigorously and said.

"I..."

Matthew was choked up and didn't know what to say. This gift from the old man was too precious.

"Old man, I have no children in my life. I have long regarded you as my own grandson. Leaving you such a little thing is my last favor." Seeing that there were already two lines of tears on Matthew's face, the old man stretched out his hand. He gently wiped away his tears and smiled.

But after he finished laughing, he coughed violently, and black blood flowed from the corners of the old man's mouth.

"Grandpa, you have been poisoned!"

After staying in Baiyao Hall for several years, Matthew also knew more or less basic pharmacology, and he could tell at a glance that the blood the old man coughed up was abnormal.

"That's what the immortal cultivator did. He took the poison pill before me. If I can't get fifty spiritual stones within three days, I will be killed. Today is the third day." The old man wiped it off. He said after seeing blood on the corner of his mouth.

Although his body was very weak, there was no trace of regret on the old man's face.

"Grandpa, tell me your name, I will avenge you!" Matthew clenched his fists and gritted his teeth.

"It's useless to tell you. The other party is an immortal cultivator. We mortals are just ants in their eyes, unless you also become an immortal cultivator." The old man shook his head and said.

Seeing that Matthew wanted to continue talking, the old man pointed at the last item in the box and said, "Let's take a look at this technique first."

Matthew understood that the old man didn't want to die himself, so he had no choice but to follow the old man's wishes and take out the booklet.

Matthew was illiterate before. After entering Baiyao Hall, shopkeeper Chen initially wanted to train him to become a medicine maker, so he allowed Matthew to learn literacy in the store when he had time.

"Lotus Sword Technique!" Matthew softly read out the four characters on the booklet.

"I told you before that our ancestor was a great immortal cultivator, but his descendants had no source of blessings. Since our ancestor, no one with spiritual roots has appeared, and this has led to his decline." Seeing Matthew read out the name of the technique , the old man said slowly.

"Grandpa, was this technique passed down from your ancestors?" Matthew tightened the Lotus Sword Art in his hand and asked.

"No, this technique was obtained by our ancestors in a monk's cave. At that time, our ancestors' cultivation level was already very high. Although this technique was good, we didn't have the intention to practice it again, so we kept this technique in the clan. Waiting for someone who is destined to practice. It's a pity that no one with spiritual roots has come to me." The old man's face was full of sadness.

Which mortal living in Wangxian City does not aspire to become an immortal cultivator with great abilities.

However, due to limited spiritual roots, most mortals can only spend their lives in disappointment.

"I will definitely keep this technique well, and if I am unable to practice it, I will find a suitable person to pass it on to him." Matthew said solemnly.

"That's very good. You are good at everything, but you are too easy to trust. Remember my words, no matter who you are, you should pay more attention to it, it will save your life!" The old man didn't know where he got the strength in his hands. He said holding Matthew's shoulders tightly.

"I remember!" Although it hurt a little from being pinched, Matthew didn't care and replied with a heavy nod.

"The erysipelas has already broken out in my body. I already feel that time is running out. Please talk to me." After explaining the last thing, the old man softened and leaned back to his original position, and his voice became a little louder. Powerless.

"Grandpa, please tell me who did this to you. I promise that I will never provoke him until I have the ability to protect myself!" Matthew asked in a deep voice after wiping away his tears.

"Liu...Xing...Sword..." The old man slowly closed his eyes after saying these three words.

He reached out and gently touched the old man's neck. After not feeling the beating of the pulse, Matthew put the box in his hand aside, took a few steps back and knelt on the ground.

At this moment, he stopped crying and kowtowed heavily to the old man three times.