The morning sun streamed into the shop, illuminating Yu Daohen's pale face.
Zhou Fu arrived at the shop as usual, carrying breakfast.
However, Zhou Fu was exceptionally happy today, as if he had encountered something fortunate.
Yu Daohen and Zhou Fu sat at the table together, eating breakfast.
Yu Daohen took a sip of soy milk and said, "Starting today, I will teach you the Shuikan Jing."
Zhou Fu remained silent for a moment before speaking, "Sect Leader, I plan not to learn the Shuikan Jing for now."
Yu Daohen looked puzzled, "What's wrong?"
Zhou Fu explained his thoughts, "I plan to refine the Huoli Zhan first. You once said, Sect Leader, that skill lies not in quantity but in quality."
Yu Daohen nodded with satisfaction, looking at Zhou Fu, and remained silent.
Sometimes, people change or grow in an instant.
It was like a sudden awakening, and Zhou Fu was one of those people.
"No rush, no impatience, able to stay calm, that's good," Yu Daohen praised.
Hearing this, Zhou Fu seemed to understand the meaning of his senior brother's words.
Perhaps only when he truly managed to temper the killing intent in his heart would the Sect Leader take him as a disciple.
Yu Daohen smiled and continued, "When that brat returns, I'll have you teach him the Huoli Zhan."
"Sect Leader, I..." Zhou Fu intended to mention that he had seen Zhou Fu last night, but after thinking about it, he closed his mouth.
Yu Daohen looked at Zhou Fu's hesitant expression with some confusion, "What is it?"
Zhou Fu smiled and asked, "Sect Leader, where do you plan to look for Senior Brother Zhou Fufu?"
Yu Daohen thought for a moment and shook his head helplessly, "I don't know. The world is so vast, where could he be?"
Zhou Fu remained silent, deciding it was better not to let the Sect Leader know he had seen Zhou Fu.
For the next five days, the shop didn't receive any jobs. Perhaps Yu Yijun, the little girl, had tired of playing and stayed honestly in the shop without going out.
Yu Daohen enjoyed a rare five days of leisure.
The five days passed quickly. Yu Daohen packed his things and took the Bagua compass, preparing to head to his destination.
Just as Yu Daohen was about to leave, Qin Muyu appeared at the back door of the courtyard. "Remember, if you encounter people from the Shenming Cult, don't try to confront them head-on. You must escape."
Yu Daohen looked at Qin Muyu, who was filled with worry, and smiled, "Why are you being so motherly today?"
Qin Muyu looked earnestly into Yu Daohen's eyes, "The Shenming Cult are a bunch of lunatics. They will do anything to achieve their goals. I'm worried something might happen to you."
Yu Daohen looked at Qin Muyu's serious gaze and awkwardly scratched the back of his head, promising, "Don't worry, I'm not a child. If I can't win, I'll run immediately. Nothing will happen."
Qin Muyu nodded with relief. Their eyes met, and the atmosphere became somewhat awkward.
Hiding in the backyard, Yu Yijun watched the scene and couldn't help but take out her phone to send a message.
(Uncle Liu, my dad is about to be snatched away. You need to put in more effort!)
Within a second, a message returned.
(I'm coming over to deal with him now!)
Yu Yijun looked at Qin Muyu with a hint of apology, "Dad Qin, I don't want to snitch, but Uncle Liu is really giving too much."
Liu Feng had long since bribed Yu Yijun with money, asking her to inform him immediately if Yu Daohen was in any trouble.
Yu Yijun initially had a backbone and refused to agree, but when Liu Feng produced a stack of hundred-yuan bills.
Yu Yijun admitted that she couldn't resist such temptation.
Yu Daohen first took a taxi to Yangzhou, and then took a train to his destination.
"Young man, I see a dark aura around your temples. You might face a disaster involving bloodshed soon," a somewhat familiar voice sounded from beside him.
Yu Daohen turned to look and saw an old man wearing black sunglasses, with gray-white hair, speaking to a young man opposite him. "This humble Taoist is named Zhang, and his Taoist name is Gongde Tianshi. You can call me Zhang Tianshi."
Yu Daohen immediately realized who this person was.
Damn it, wasn't this the con artist who ripped him off for five thousand yuan on the plane?
He didn't expect to meet him again here. What a coincidence.
He was determined to get his money back today.
The young man opposite looked at the old man with disdain and said unhappily, "Go away, go away. I'm an atheist, I don't believe in this stuff."
The old man seemed to have expected him to say that and replied, "If I'm not mistaken, your career hasn't been smooth lately, and you've also had problems with your love life."
The young man looked at the old man in disbelief, "Master, no, Zhang Tianshi, you've calculated it so accurately!"
He was incredibly shocked. He had just been fired from his company, and his girlfriend of three years had run off with a rich second-generation who drove a Lamborghini.
"Well, young man, do you still think I'm trying to trick you?" The old man stroked his gray beard, looking quite like a celestial being.
He chuckled inwardly. He had been observing the young man on the train for a long time, and the kid just looked miserable.
Either his mother had died or his wife had run off with someone.
As for his career, nowadays, most young people were scrambling for a living.
Otherwise, they wouldn't be taking this green-skin train to save a few hundred yuan.
The young man shook his head, looking at the old man with admiration, "Master, you are truly an immortal descending to earth."
Yu Daohen watched their conversation and shook his head helplessly, feeling ashamed.
Why hadn't he thought of this at the time?
When he heard that Zhou Fu was in trouble, he had the same expression as this young man.
As for this old fellow, he happened to guess correctly, but he did have some skill, otherwise, he wouldn't have known about the impending disaster.
However, it was only a tiny bit of skill.
Truly, the bystander sees the game more clearly.
The old man looked at the young man with a mysterious expression, "Young man, I've calculated that you're about to strike it big. Do you want me to give you five words to seize this great fortune?"
The young man nodded frantically, "Yes, please guide me, Master."
The old man nodded with satisfaction, then his expression became somewhat troubled, "Revealing heavenly secrets will incur retribution. If I help you, I will lose five years of my lifespan."
The old man finished speaking and then wiped his fingers, "This is difficult for me."
The young man immediately understood what he meant and asked, "Of course, I can't let Master lose his lifespan for nothing. Please name your price, and I will pay for these words."
Seeing that the young man was quite sensible, the old man extended his right hand and smiled, "One year of lifespan for ten thousand yuan. Let's say fifty thousand."
Upon hearing this, Yu Daohen was also quite startled.
Holy cow, this old man is really ripping him off too much.
Fifty thousand yuan just like that.
The young man was also quite taken aback. Fifty thousand yuan was a bit too much. He only earned three thousand yuan a month.
The old man glanced at the young man, and seeing that he was still hesitating, he coughed lightly, "Ten thousand yuan per year of lifespan. This price is not high. I'm telling you this price because I feel a connection with you."