Offering Salted Fish To Master

Liao Tingyan: “In fact, I don’t really think about it.”

Sima Jiao: “Aren’t you just looking for death with me? You shouldn’t be so stupid.”

Liao Tingyan sighed, “I’m not stupid. You saved me, and I will always repay.”

“Can you not be a little curious and tell us where is the safest place to escape to?”

“It’s not safe anywhere.” Sima Jiao laid on the snake’s back, and said casually, “Since you don’t leave, they will chase you later and kill you. I will kill them again and take revenge for you.”

Liao Tingyan found out that it was useless to talk to a mental patient.

If she was the only one, she wouldn’t be struggling to die, but with Sima Jiao, she had to work harder. They were galloping in the lofty mountains, and the black snake could only walk on the ground. Sima Jiao didn’t speak for a long time, and Liao Tingyan found that his chest was not moving and his eyes were closed.

Did he die?

When she hesitated whether to stop and check Sima Jiao’s situation, her eyes lit up, and they rushed out of the forest. A lake appeared in front of them. There was a small wooden house by the lake, and a man in a hat was sitting on the boat next to the wooden house fishing. The scene was relaxing. The lake water was light and hazy, which made people feel calm.

Liao Tingyan: Ah, this is breaking into someone else’s territory.

The fisherman didn’t turn his head. His voice wasn’t loud or small, but Liao Tingyan could hear clearly, “Since fate brought you here, don’t rush out.”

Liao Tingyan dragged Sima Jiao, who was lying half-dead on the snake. He stood up and walked to the front, looking at the pale back with vigilant and disgusting eyes.

Liao Tingyan: …… Was this the physique of the ancestor who regains the desire to survive at the sight of threats, and instantly regains blood? He was dying. How could he stand up again?

She wondered if Sima Jiao was deceiving people again. In fact, he wouldn’t die at all.

“Child, it seems that you still remember me,” the fisherman turned around, with a grandpa-like smile on his face.

But Sima Jiao’s behaviour wasn’t so friendly. He calmly said, “It really is you.”

Liao Tingyan: Who?

The hat was taken off, revealing a bald head. Liao Tingyan looked at the gray cultivator robe on his body and saw the string of Buddhist beads he was wearing. He turned out to be a cultivator.

She remembered the gossip she had heard before, that Sima Jiao used to do things when he was very young. The former head invited the Toaist cultivators of Shangyun Buddhist Temple to educate him, and gave him the title of “Cizang”. Was it possible that this was the man?

The age of everyone in the world of immortals was really harder to tell than Sima Jiao’s mood. This eminent cultivator had such a young water spirit. Once he took off his hat, he was illuminated by the Buddha’s light.

The eminent cultivator glanced at Liao Tingyan and smiled kindly at her, as if he heard what she was thinking in her heart.

Do you people all have mind-reading plug-ins?

Sima Jiao looked directly at the cultivator, and his murderous intent became intense, “Are you here to kill me or to save me?”

The cultivator said, “It’s possible to kill or save you. Before that, I need to solve a problem.”

“Oh?” A flame appeared under Sima Jiao’s feet.

The eminent cultivator shook his head slightly. He wasn’t afraid that he would cause trouble, “However, this question is not for you to answer.”

His eyes changed from black to amber. Liao Tingyan only felt that when she saw those eyes, she couldn’t remember anything in a daze. When she woke up from it, she saw Sima Jiao fall to the ground, and the black snake fell asleep. 

Liao Tingyan: High cultivator! Great cultivator!

“He was really hurt very badly. This level could suppress him.” The cultivator sighed with emotion, then smiled at Liao Tingyan, and dragged Sima Jiao forward, “Please come with me. There is something I need your help with.”

Liao Tingyan followed him to the small wooden house and watched the cultivator put Sima Jiao on the only wooden bed in the wooden house. No one should have slept in that bed. It only had a layer of shabby straw.

“Please sit down and drink some water.”

Liao Tingyan sat down to drink water.

The eminent cultivator sat next to her and kindly like an old grandfather asked her gently, “You are the cultivator of the Demon Realm.”

Liao Tingyan covered her mouth and didn’t let herself squirt out the water she drank.

“???”

“Me? I’m a demon?”

The cultivator said, “Why do you look surprised?”