C3 (1/2)

”Ai, this is a good bridge. Yesterday, it was actually broken by the lightning.”

”If we want to cross the river in Little Tao Village, we can only cross this bridge. Once this bridge is broken, how will we cross the river in the future?”

A few villagers wearing plain clothes sighed as they stood by the river.

The one who spoke was an old man.

He had the white hair and beard of a crane, and a ruddy complexion like a child. His eyes were filled with the vicissitudes of life, and in addition to his neat and tidy daoist robe, he held an immortal plume of a horsetail whisk.

It gave off the feeling of a celestial being, causing Mu Yu's eyes to light up.

”Is this a fortuitous encounter? From a single glance, I can tell that this old man has an extraordinary cultivation. I must seize this opportunity. ”

”But what should I say in order for him to accept me as a disciple?”

”Senior, this child has suffered the extermination of his clan since he was a child. I was left alone in this place. I sincerely request senior to accept me as a disciple.”

”No way, no way. Isn't it too vulgar to speak of such words? Furthermore, such a cheap lie wouldn't be able to hide anything from an expert of the Dao.”

Mu Yu shook his head, feeling vexed.

”Pfft, you want us to carry you across the river, but you don't even have a door.”

”Didn't you, this smelly old man, boast that your immortal arts were extraordinary? Wouldn't it be fine if I just rode on a cloud of fog to come here? ”

When the villagers, who were currently crossing the river, saw that it was this old man, their tone became extremely unfriendly.