I don't want to accept Long Aotian as a disciple today

100 years is an unimaginable length for Qin Chiyu.

There is a common saying in the world that a life of seventy is rare since ancient times. He is only seventeen now, and he will only be eighteen after winter. He has never thought about what it would be like to live 100 years.

Therefore, Qin Chiyu felt a little weird when he heard Lu Wanxian and Han Xijian both say that 100 years is indeed a bit rushed.

"Can I ask a question?" Qin Chiyu asked.

Lu Wanxian and Han Xijian turned their heads: "Ask."

Qin Chiyu looked at the two of them suspiciously: "Lu Xianchang and Han Xijian... how old are you?"

Han Xijian immediately looked away, pretending to be looking at the stars, and didn't hear Qin Chiyu's question.

Lu Wanxian smiled and said: "You can't guess how old I am, so you should guess how old I am and the only one."

Han Xijian immediately said to Xingkong: "Don't guess me, don't guess me."

Fu Weiyi didn't say a word.

Qin Chiyu first guessed Fu Weiyi: "Senior Brother Fu is a late-stage foundation-builder. According to the cultivation speed of ordinary people, it may take ten years to break through the foundation-establishment? But Brother Fu is not an ordinary person... I guess Brother Fu is five years older than me. Six years old."

Lu Wanxian touched his chin with a smile, and said to Fu Weiwei, "Wei Wei, tell him how old you are."

"I can't remember clearly," Fu Weiyi said, "I have traveled in Zhongzhou for more than 30 years, and I may be around forty this year."

Qin Chiyu:? ? ?

Han Xijian didn't take advantage of the trend to make fun of Fu Weiyi's old cucumber with green paint, but became more anxious, with evasive eyes and sweat on his forehead.

Qin Chiyu looked at Lu Wanxian and asked for help, "Is Brother Fu telling the truth?"

Lu Wanxian nodded: "Are you guessing again?"

Qin Chiyu was a little panicked, Fu Weiyi was actually the same generation as his father?Han Xijian's cultivation base is still a bit higher than him, so isn't he older than him?

His eyes stayed on Han Xijian's cheeks that were as tender as shelled eggs, and then looked at his slender and upturned eyelashes, his ruddy lips, and his slender and fair neck without a single pore or fine line...

"Six, six or seventy?" Qin Chiyu gritted his teeth and said his own guess.

Qin Chiyu shuddered when he thought that the old nanny in the palace, with rough palms, wrinkled face, and teeth leaking from a smile, was about the same age as the tender young man in front of him.

"Are you really that young?" Han Xijian rubbed her face embarrassingly, "Do I look like the kind of genius who can reach the golden core stage in six to seventy years?"

Lu Wanxian smiled and said, "Don't scare the child."

Qin Chiyu wanted to escape.

He actually sat at the same table with someone who was the same age as his father, someone who was about the same age as his grandfather, and someone who didn't know how old he was, maybe as old as the founding monarch of the Yelan Kingdom, and he had just had dinner with them.

Wait, even if Immortal Lu said that he lived thousands of years, Qin Chiyu would still believe it. After all, Immortal Lu is a god.

But how did such a childish Han Xijian live to be 80 or [-] years old? ——Blindly guessing seventy or eighty, Qin Chiyu really didn't dare to guess up.

As if aware of Qin Chiyu's doubts, Lu Wanxian explained with a smile:

"In fact, the way people behave has little to do with age, but more with mentality and experience. For example, although a person has lived to be a hundred years old and has a high level of cultivation, he spends most of his time in retreat, or If he honed his willpower in the natural world, then his ability to behave in the world may not be as good as a child in the market."

Qin Chiyu understood a little bit:

"It means that although Han Xijian is a hundred years old, he has been practicing, so he is still like a child."

"Bah! Who looks like a child!" Han Xijian couldn't help but reach out and hit Qin Chiyu on the head, "You are the child, and you are the youngest among them, called Grandpa."

"Get lost." The awkwardness in Qin Chiyu's heart was gone, and he was able to flatter Han Xijian again, "Didn't you hear what Lu Xianchang said, you are a child, you are, and your ability to deal with people is not as good as a child."

"You're done with Qin Chiyu, you're going to die young today." Han Xijian stretched out his hand, and Lu Wanxian's flying sword swished into his hand.

"Come and hit me!" Qin Chiyu jumped up from the stone pier, a "slippery" formula flashed across the Xiangxue wood, and quickly climbed up to the eaves along the corridor pillars, stepping on the tiles and running around, Han Xijian copied the flying sword Follow closely behind.

The two had a fight, and they didn't come down until Fu Weiwei finished washing the dishes.

Seeing that the atmosphere was much more relaxed, and that Qin Chiyu was leaving Wanhua Mountain again in three days, Lu Wanxian couldn't bear to talk about serious topics with them again, anyway, the days ahead are long, these few days, let the three little ones be happy and carefree Live with care.

Early the next morning, after breakfast, Qin Chiyu went to Bafang Bank to reconcile accounts with Zhu Shanren.Han Xijian and Fu Weiyi also ran away early in the morning, not knowing what to do.

Before leaving, Han Xijian told Lu Wanxian to borrow his flying sword for a day.Lu Wanxian had nothing to do anyway, so he asked Han Xijian to use it.

Lu Wanxian had half a day free, so he wanted to take out "Flying Whale Book" to take a look, but he couldn't find all three volumes. He wondered where he received it, and forgot it when he was busy.

At the same time, above the sky.

In the blue sky, Han Xijian was driving the flying sword, and Fu Weiwei stood behind him. The two of them rode the sword together and flew towards the place where the sun rose in the east.

"How far is it? Look at the place!" Han Xijian's eyes were a little sore from being dazzled by the sun, and coupled with the strong wind in the sky, he was about to cry against the wind.

"Not yet." Fu Weiyi replied in a muffled voice.

For some reason, the wind around was not as loud as Fu Weiyi's panting, and it even rubbed against the tips of Han Xijian's ears strangely, making Han Xijian's entire ears feel hot.

Fu Weiyi was standing behind him. The space on the flying sword was so small that Fu Wei Wei's body was almost attached to him. He could feel the little space Fu Wei Wei deliberately left, and...Fu Wei Wei's body temperature.

However, these are secondary, the most important thing is that Fu Wei's sense of existence is too strong!

Even the panting was extra-unbearable!

"Fu Weiyi, can I discuss something with you?" Han Xijian asked.

"what's up?"

"You...can you hold your breath?" Han Xijian asked politely.

"...No." Fu Weiyi also gave a sincere answer.

After about a stick of incense, the two landed at the foot of a mountain with a winding river and the fragrance of birds and flowers.

There are many grazing goats and cattle scattered in the mountains and forests near and far, and small thatched cottages are scattered in a scattered manner by the river. Smoke looks like a peaceful and beautiful pastoral landscape painting.

"It's so beautiful." Han Xijian couldn't help sighing, then turned around excitedly and asked Fu Weiwei, "Is this where you grew up? Niulan Village."

"Hmm." Fu Weiwei's eyes became far away, and it is rare to see such a peaceful look in his eyes.

Fu Weiyi, who has always paid attention to training his willpower, seems to be in a state of constant competition with something, practicing and tempering all the time, so there is also a tense look in his eyes.

It's rare to see his energy relaxed, as he is now, at ease.

"You said you have traveled for more than 30 years, so did you spend time here before you were ten years old?" Han Xijian asked curiously, "Since this place is so good, why did you leave?"

Fu Weiyi remained silent and did not answer Han Xijian.

Han Xijian knew that when Fu Weiwei didn't want to talk, there must be a reason why he didn't want to talk, so he didn't ask.

"Let's catch the mountain! By the way, you still have to show me where the butterfly with seventeen colors on the wings you mentioned is, otherwise you are deceiving people, hum, it is easy for you to deceive Master , but you can’t fool me, Master is thousands of miles away, so I can’t verify your words, but I’m right here, in your hometown!” Han Xijian hugged her trouser legs happily, showing her thin and white ankles, He ran into the stream like a cheerful child, stepped on the water splashingly, jumped onto the stone on the opposite bank, and got into the grass.

Fu Weiyi had no choice but to follow.

The two of them came to Niulan Village today not to see butterflies or to play.

Their goal is the big pheasant that haunts the mountains behind Niulan Village!

Han Xijian has already assigned the use of the pheasant, and Han Xijian will be in charge of cooking the whole chicken banquet, and the tail feathers of the pheasant will be reserved for Fu Weiwei as a country-style decoration for the master as a gift. Gift.

After all, Fu Weiyi cannot be allowed to help him catch pheasants for nothing.

The author has something to say: Thanks to WEREWOLF-J for mine x3, for nothing mine x1.