Ye Yuan led Zhuang Yan and walked in front.
The crippled Daoist and the young girl followed one step behind.
Along the way, Ye Yuan wanted to get closer to the crippled Daoist.
It was rare to meet a disciple of Danxia Mountain. This was the only breakthrough. Perhaps he could open the mysterious door of the cultivation world through this fat Taoist priest in front of him.
However, the crippled Daoist seemed to be a little inarticulate.
Ask and answer.
Moreover, he had to address her as "Senior" in his speech. His reply was also very slow. Every word had been polished and was stable. There was absolutely no ambiguity.
This made Ye Yuan feel helpless.
He realized that the Danxia Mountain's 'talented disciple' in front of him should have been frightened by his previous show of divinity.
That was not his true ability…
However, it was difficult for him to explain clearly.
"Senior, are all experts like you? Do they only like to walk like mortals and not fly?”
Just as the atmosphere became awkward, the young girl suddenly spoke.
She had an innocent look on her face, but her eyes were filled with doubt.
However, the crippled Daoist was so frightened that his heart trembled. He hurriedly looked at the girl and berated her with his eyes.
"You little girl, how dare you casually talk to me?”
This existence had an unknown origin and intentions. Even he had to deal with him carefully. How could a little girl like you speak nonsense?
"Master, you're too cowardly!"
However, the young girl did not have such awareness. To be precise, she really did not think that Ye Yuan was scary. He was clearly very kind.
On the other hand, his master seemed to be timid and did not have any spirit at all.
Of course, the young girl wasn't stupid, and she didn't say anything. She just wanted to break the deadlock, and she even deliberately put on an innocent look…A great senior shouldn't be angry with a little girl like me, right?
This was her cleverness.
Of course, Ye Yuan was not angry. Instead, he was quite happy that the girl took the initiative to talk to him.
"Who are the experts like me?”
The girl glanced at the crippled Daoist and said with a smile.
"It's my master. He usually likes to walk. He says that he wants to blend into the ordinary and experience the world of mortals…His words are very difficult to understand.”
Ye Yuan laughed involuntarily.
"Your master is right…but my situation is different from his. Is there a possibility that I can't fly, so I can only walk?”
As soon as she finished speaking, the girl burst out laughing.
Even the crippled Daoist, who was extremely nervous, twitched his mouth.
"Senior, you really know how to joke."
The girl winked at the crippled Daoist.
Did you see that, Master?
Senior is really not difficult to deal with. You're even willing to joke with me!
The crippled Daoist smiled bitterly in his heart.
"This girl is really spoiled. She doesn't know the immensity of heaven and earth.”
As for Ye Yuan, he actually had a different feeling in his heart.
Actually, I really can't fly…"
However, no one would believe him. They would only treat it as a joke.
But no matter what, after this little 'joke', the atmosphere finally became much more harmonious.
Perhaps it was because he was unwilling to let the girl 'freely express' herself, the crippled Daoist became much more lively. He took the initiative to start a conversation with Ye Yuan and said a lot more things.
However, his tone was still polite, respectful, and respectful.
In the blink of an eye, they arrived at the entrance of Xiao Ning County.
Ye Yuan stopped and said.
"Daoist Priest Lu, please don't call me senior anymore. This Ye is actually not as powerful as you think. If you don't mind, you can just call me senior.”
Judging from his appearance, the crippled Daoist was at least forty years old. However, considering his identity as a cultivator, it was difficult to guess his true age.
A person who was so much older than him kept calling him "senior", which made Ye Yuan very uncomfortable.
However, the crippled Daoist didn't dare to think that way. He immediately cupped his hands and said.
"How would this junior dare to overstep my boundaries? Senior, please don't joke around.”
No matter how kind Ye Yuan looked on the surface, the crippled Daoist did not dare to take it seriously. He had something in his heart and always had a shadow.
"I have many acquaintances in the city, especially my neighbors and Mr. Zhuang. If they hear you call me senior, they will definitely be suspicious.”
Ye Yuan pointed at his young face and said.
"You don't want me to expose my identity, right?”
At this point, the crippled Daoist could only agree, but he still gritted his teeth and said.
"Since that's the case, then I'll have to offend you.”
He still didn't dare to be on the same level as him, so he could only choose to address him as " Sir ", which was a relatively compromise.
Ye Yuan nodded. This sounded much better than Senior's.
He felt a little helpless. The crippled Daoist had misunderstood him too much, and he had already become cautious.
"Am I that scary?"
Ye Yuan asked himself. He felt that he had always been kind to others.
As he led the crippled Daoist on the streets, he indeed met many familiar faces.
There was an uncle who had just finished selling his cooking cakes.
There were also aunties who had just cut a few bolts of coarse cloth and were ready to go back to make clothes.
There was also a passerby who looked familiar but did not even know his name.
When they saw Ye Yuan, many people nodded in greeting, and there were also people who spoke enthusiastically.
"Mr. Ye."
"Mr. Ye, are you out again?"
"Mr. Zhuang is here too. Did you go hiking with Mr. Ye?”
Facing everyone's greetings, Ye Yuan appeared gentle and cordial.
"Hello, Uncle Liu."
"Yeah, I'm out for a walk. Did Auntie Zhao get another garment job? I've long heard that you have good skills.”
"Hehe, Mr. Zhuang is busy with his studies and can't care about the children, so I brought Xiao Zhuang out for a walk.”
In short, Ye Yuan blended in very well.
He would stop and chat with passersby, talking about trivial things.
The crippled Daoist had never come into contact with these things before, but Ye Yuan knew them very well. Any random person could talk for a long time.
Moreover, his words could resonate with others. Even manual laborers who were covered in dust and rushing home to rest were willing to talk to Ye Yuan.
Many people who were not familiar with each other became talkative after chatting for a while.
This made the crippled Daoist sigh with emotion.
If he didn't know Ye Yuan's " true colors ", he might really treat him as an ordinary person.
Little Ning County's City God was right. Ye Yuan had indeed returned to his original nature and was at the point of being natural.
When he was with these mortals, he didn't feel the slightest sense of discord. It was like a drop of water merging into the ocean.
However, what he did not know was that Ye Yuan did not have any elements of acting at all.
In his previous life, he was very talkative. He would meet a lot of acquaintances whenever he went out for a walk. He would often chat until the sky turned dark.
Now, although he had become a cultivator, his mentality had not changed.
This was because he had completely skipped the long process of ascetic cultivation. He was not isolated from the world, nor was he affected by other cultivators. He had never been separated from the world.
More than two hours passed just like that as they walked and chatted.
Finally, Ye Yuan returned to his courtyard.
He heaved a sigh of relief, feeling completely relaxed.
This was 'home'. Once they got home, everyone would instinctively relax.
However, he did not forget that there were still guests.
He immediately revealed a warm smile and said.
"Taoist Master Lu, you are an honored guest, so please wait here. I will make tea for you.”
Ye Yuan rolled up his sleeves and was about to enter the house to boil water.
Unexpectedly, this action made the crippled Taoist, who had just relaxed a little, nervous again. He gritted his teeth and bowed to the end.
"Sir, please don't tease me anymore. It's my fault for prying into your conversation. Sir, please punish me. I won't complain!”
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(On the first day of the Lunar New Year, the firecrackers went off all morning. I had no choice but to get up and write. I wish everyone a smooth and successful year after year!)）
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