无尽深渊

Untitled Part 4

"So, how should I address my senior?" Chen Qingyuan was tactful and didn't pursue further."You can call me the cripple." The old man glanced down, pointed at his broken right leg and the crutch in his hand, and said calmly."How can I do that?" Chen Qingyuan didn't dare to address such a mysterious senior as the cripple. It would be easy to offend people.

"It doesn't matter." The old man didn't care about this title and had a indifferent expression.Next, the old man arranged a place for Chen Qingyuan to stay. First, he would wait for a while. He had to go out for a trip to prepare some things for Chen Qingyuan to reshape his foundation."Thank you, senior."

Chen Qingyuan cupped his fists and said."This is what I should do."The old man bowed in return and then turned and left.In the messy courtyard, Chen Qingyuan looked around and saw spider webs in the corner, yellowed dead leaves in the flowerpot, and stone slabs on the yellow mud ground.

Following the stone path under his feet, Chen Qingyuan saw a woodshed, which was filled with a lot of dry firewood."Strange." Chen Qingyuan murmured in confusion, "Why is the senior's lifestyle no different from ordinary people?"After Chen Qingyuan's observation, the furnishings in this courtyard were all ordinary things, wooden tables and chairs, covered with dust.

After taking a look at the woodshed, Chen Qingyuan walked to the other side.Compared to the simple woodshed, Chen Qingyuan would rather walk in the garden and enjoy the scenery.Chen Qingyuan is now an ordinary person and needs to go out to buy some food every day. After living here for ten days, he is quite familiar with the nearby streets.

The autumn wind is rustling and the cold is coming. Chen Qingyuan decides to cook porridge to warm his body.Coming to the woodshed, Chen Qingyuan was about to light a fire when he found a broken sword for chopping firewood in the pile of firewood. Instantly, he became interested.

"This is..." The broken sword is about two feet long. It is rusty and has a dark black color. There are traces of years everywhere. Chen Qingyuan carefully observed it for a while and found that this broken sword is not an ordinary thing, but he can't tell what's specific about it.

Chen Qingyuan squatted down and reached for the black broken sword on the ground.As his fingertip touched it, Chen Qingyuan suddenly felt his body sink. It was as if an infinite mountain was pressing on his chest. A feeling of suffocation came over him.

This feeling became stronger and stronger. Sweat broke out densely on Chen Qingyuan's forehead.Just when Chen Qingyuan decided to use his trump card from the Tianyuan Forbidden Area, a breeze blew into the woodshed.Instantly, the pressure from the black broken sword disappeared without a trace. Chen Qingyuan withdrew his hand, his expression tense.

"Sir, I'm back."At the same time, the old man walked into the courtyard with a crutch in his hand, his hands empty.Chen Qingyuan walked out of the woodshed and faced the old man. Without hiding anything, he said directly, "Just now, thanks to senior's help. Otherwise, I would be in trouble.""A broken sword can't hurt sir."

The old man's face was full of wrinkles and he smiled slightly."If this is a broken sword, then there may be no real swords in the world."Although Chen Qingyuan has lost his cultivation now, he can still see the horror of the black broken sword."Sir is joking."

A sword is already like this. Then how powerful is the old man who owns this sword?"Did senior have any gains on this trip?"

Chen Qingyuan didn't continue to delve into it and changed the topic."Don't worry, sir. Everything is fine."

The old man nodded slowly.In that year, in the Tianyuan Forbidden Area, Chen Qingyuan met a girl in red. Her origin is mysterious and her strength is unfathomable.