Chapter 506: Old Friends

Chapter 506: Old Friends

I don't know how long he was in a daze. When Ye Chunyang regained consciousness, he found that his true essence had been depleted, and his cultivation level was less than 30%, and he had no strength at all.

Now his cultivation level has completely fallen to the third level of Qi Refining.

Sitting up with his hands, Ye Chunyang rubbed his aching forehead and found that what came into his sight was a simple thatched house. There was only a square table, an oil lamp, and a few medicine jars that were burnt black by fire. He was lying on a straw bed with a heater.

"Where am I?"

Ye Chunyang's face flashed with doubt, and the memory appeared in his mind like a backward picture.

After getting rid of the third elder of Qingshan Sect, he returned to Beimai alone. He wanted to find a secret place to refine the Blood Spirit Pill, but he didn't expect that the evil-breaking pill and the blood curse would come together, and the impact of the two made him unconscious, and he didn't know what happened afterwards.

Now it seems that this should be the place where some mortal lives.

This judgment can be made because the spiritual energy here is thin and the environment is extremely simple. Immortal cultivators will definitely not choose such a place to practice.

Just then, there was a sound of pushing the door outside, and an old woman in hemp clothes appeared in sight, walking in with a towel and a basin.

"Are you awake?"

Seeing Ye Chunyang, the old woman was shocked at first, then overjoyed, looking at him in surprise, and said: "It's been more than 20 days, and I thought you wouldn't wake up. Hu Zi and I wanted to send you down the mountain to find a doctor, but I didn't expect you to wake up by yourself."

"Old man, who are you? Where is this place?" Ye Chunyang looked at the old woman, who was just a mortal with no power.

"This is Zhangjia Village, you can just call me Grandma Zhang." Grandma Zhang said with a smile.

"Zhangjia Village?" Ye Chunyang frowned slightly. He seemed to have never heard of such a place. "Why am I here?"

"It's a long story. A month ago, I went into the mountains to collect some firewood and found you by accident. You were unconscious and covered with wounds. I thought you were dead, but when I walked in, I found that you were still breathing, so I brought you back." Grandma Zhang looked at Ye Chunyang with a kind look in her eyes.

"So it was you who saved me." Looking at this old man, Ye Chunyang felt a little kind.

Grandma Zhang smiled and nodded: "It's a blessing from heaven. It's your own luck to wake up. I just brought you back to take care of you."

"Anyway, I still have to thank you." Ye Chunyang said sincerely.

Grandma Zhang smiled peacefully, put down the basin, and said indifferently: "You wash up, I'll prepare some food for you."

She walked out.

Ye Chunyang looked at the old woman's back, pondered for a moment, got out of bed, fetched clean water and wiped his face. He had just used his spiritual sense to explore. This village is not big, with only a dozen households. There is no breath of immortal cultivators within a radius of ten miles. It seems that it is really an ordinary mortal mountain village, and it is safe for the time being.

"I don't know if there is an immortal cultivation city nearby, but since this place is safe, I will simply refine the blood spirit pill here, and return to the immortal cultivation world to inquire about the news after my cultivation is restored." Ye Chunyang muttered to himself.

Although the spiritual energy in this mountain village is thin, it is better that no one disturbs him. He can refine the pill here with peace of mind, and now he is in the northern vein, so he doesn't need to worry about the Qingshan Sect coming to his door.

After thinking about it, Ye Chunyang hung up the towel and prepared to sit in meditation to refine qi.

"Huh, what is this?"

At this moment, his eyes fixed and he was stunned by the portrait hanging beside the bed. The man in the painting looked familiar. After thinking carefully, a figure of a person emerged in his mind, and his face couldn't help but become strange.

"Child, the food is ready. Come and eat quickly." Grandma Zhang walked into the house with the food and smiled at Ye Chunyang.

"Grandma Zhang, what is the relationship between the person in the painting and you?" Ye Chunyang looked at Grandma Zhang, then at the portrait, with a strange look on his face.

"Oh, you mean this bastard boy? He is my son, who has been missing for many years." Grandma sighed sadly.

"Your son? Is he called Zhang Sanqi?" Even though he had some guesses, Ye Chunyang couldn't help but be slightly surprised when he heard Grandma Zhang say it herself.

Grandma Zhang was stunned suddenly, looking at Ye Chunyang with a surprised face, and said: "How do you know his name? Do you know him? Do you know where he is now?"

Although she tried her best to restrain herself, Grandma Zhang couldn't hide her excitement when she asked this question. She stepped forward and held Ye Chunyang's hand tightly, and her hunched body couldn't help but tremble slightly.

But after thinking about it, Grandma Zhang felt something was wrong and shook her head, saying, "This is impossible. If that bastard is still alive, he would be over 40 now, but you look only in your early 20s. How could you possibly know him?"

Ye Chunyang smiled bitterly in his heart. The person in the portrait was Zhang Sanqi, the demon disciple he met when he first arrived in the Chaos Demon Realm and joined the Huaxue Sect. He didn't expect that this fate would be so great. Grandma Zhang was actually a relative of an old friend.

It has been nearly 20 years since he joined the Huaxue Sect. If it weren't for seeing Zhang Sanqi's portrait today, Ye Chunyang would have forgotten it long ago.

He sighed in his heart and said, "I met Brother Zhang once, but we parted ways later and have no contact since then."

"Don't you have any news about him either?"

Grandma Zhang let go of Ye Chunyang's hand somewhat powerlessly and sat down for a long time without saying anything.

"What? Brother Zhang has never come back?" Looking at Grandma Zhang, who seemed to have aged in an instant, Ye Chunyang felt a little sorry.

"That kid ran away from home when he was young and hung out with others. He hasn't come back for 20 or 30 years. He's probably dead." said Granny Zhang. Although she looked calm on the surface, she couldn't hide her longing for her son.

Ye Chunyang was silent.

Granny Zhang paused and looked up at him, smiling bitterly, "About ten years after he left home, he would send some silver and clothes every few months, but then there was no news."

Ye Chunyang sighed in his heart. It seemed that Granny Zhang didn't know that Zhang Sanqi had spiritual roots and that the Huaxue Sect cultivated immortals. Later, the Huaxue Sect was destroyed under the siege of various factions. Zhang Sanqi might have died in it, so there was no news of him.

In fact, he and Zhang Sanqi were good friends back then. Now that he met the mother of an old friend and was saved by her, Ye Chunyang thought he should do something to repay her.

As he was thinking, there was a sound of footsteps coming from the door. A sturdy young man wearing a tiger fur coat, carrying a bamboo basket on his back and holding two wild rabbits in his hands, strode into the house.

"Hey, you're awake already?" This sturdy young man was Hu Zi who went into the mountains to collect herbs and hunt. Seeing Ye Chunyang standing in front of him safe and sound, he couldn't help but be surprised.

Ye Chunyang looked at the dark-skinned honest and straightforward young man, nodded slightly, and said: "Thanks to your Excellency and Grandma Zhang's care, I can wake up."

"Hehe, it's okay, this is all because of Grandma's kindness. When she brought you back, everyone in the village thought you were dead. Now that you're awake, it's good. But you can wake up by yourself after such a serious injury, and you speak so elegantly, it seems that you are not an ordinary person."

Hu Zi grinned, threw the bamboo basket aside, looked at Ye Chunyang with suspicion, and said: "By the way, my name is Hu Zi, what's your name?"

"I'm Ye Xiaobao." Ye Chunyang said.

The old man and the young man are both kind-hearted people. Ye Chunyang rarely feels relaxed here. He doesn't need to be as treacherous and wary as he is in the world of immortal cultivation.

"Haha, since you are older, how about I call you Brother Ye from now on?" Hu Zi is a bold person. After chatting with Ye Chunyang for a few words, he became warm.

"Of course." Ye Chunyang said with a smile.

Hu Zi laughed loudly and said, "Brother Ye and grandma, please wait here. I just hunted two rabbits, so I will give you and grandma a snack."

Although Hu Zi has been in a small village deep in the mountains for many years and has not seen the outside world, it does not mean that he has no vision. This person is not an ordinary person at a glance. Naturally, he will not ask anything rashly. Fortunately, the other party does not look like a bad person and will not harm Grandma Zhang.

"You should have a good rest too. Call me if you have anything." Grandma Zhang also said and followed Hu Zi out.

Ye Chunyang nodded. Although he practiced the art of fasting and only ate the spiritual energy of immortal pills, the old man and the young man were all kind-hearted, so he could not bear to refuse. Moreover, Ye Chunyang did not intend to let them know his identity as an immortal cultivator, so as not to cause trouble for them.

This quiet mountain village is far away from the world, so he should stay calm.

Looking at the hunched back of Grandma Zhang, Ye Chunyang felt some inexplicable feelings in his heart. I am afraid that this lonely old man does not know that Zhang Sanqi has been dead for many years, but he has always been looking forward to it. There is a saying that the mortal world is full of suffering, and immortal cultivation is ruthless, which is fully interpreted in this lonely old man.

With a sigh, Ye Chunyang sat cross-legged on the bed, pinched his fingers, closed his eyes and meditated.

This place is Zhang Sanqi's former residence, which means that he should be in the northwest of Beimai at this moment. When he returned to the mass grave of Huaxue Sect, he also heard that there were some sects nearby. After his cultivation is restored, he can go and explore.

Thinking of this, he examined himself. He was seriously injured when he came out of the Spirit Heaven Realm. The situation was aggravated by the three elders of Qingshan Sect. Now his true essence has been damaged. Even with the Blood Spirit Pill, it will take some time to recover.

He smiled bitterly in his heart. This time he was really seriously injured.

After checking for a while, he tried to send a message to Guanglingzi. The old monster did not respond except for a weak breath. It seems that after leading the elders of Qingshan Sect away, his vitality was greatly damaged and he is still sleeping.

"Senior fell asleep all because of me this time. I need to create another spiritual tree for him when I return to the cave in the future." Ye Chunyang made a decision secretly.

He is not a heartless person. Guanglingzi took a great risk for him this time and helped him a lot in the past. How could Ye Chunyang not know how to repay him.

Thinking of this, his consciousness turned and entered the jade gourd. In addition to the medicinal field for cultivating spiritual herbs, there stood a white skeleton that was broken and reassembled next to it.

Ye Chunyang probed the corpse puppet and was suddenly startled to find that although the other party had no breath, there were some unusual fluctuations around his body.