Chapter 37: Exploring the Robbery
Zhang Jingwen was in a trance and didn't see the golden light between Gu Qingyuan's eyebrows. He shook his head and sighed: "After all, I am old. I feel a little tired after a few glasses of muddy wine."

Gu Qingyuan thought to himself, the foundation of the immortal body has been established, how could a few cups of wine make a cultivator sleepy? He was afraid that it was the influence of the calamity energy.

"Brother, do you feel uncomfortable somewhere?"

"I am just a little distracted, but Fellow Daoist Gu, didn't your sect elders warn you about this disaster?"

Gu Qingyuan's heart sank: "It's just a poor inheritance. The patriarch was born and destroyed by calamity. He fell into calamity and left behind only a few words and a little inheritance."

"That's also good luck. Finally, the inheritance is in order. To tell you the truth, I was also a stray dog ​​digging for food in the soil in the first half of my life. I practiced the incomplete skills I picked up, but it was not as smooth as you." Zhang Jingwen suddenly became emotional.

Gu Qingyuan carefully observed this sample of disaster and said, "Every family has its own problems, and each has its own difficulties."

Changing the subject, "I think you are a little tired, Brother Zhang. Why don't I take you back? I also plan to stay here and need to find a place to practice meditation. Brother, you have many connections, so please help me keep an eye out for them."

"Brother, you are right. I also have a house in this city. If you don't mind, you can live here."

"Of course I don't mind. I'm unfamiliar with the place and you've been a great help, brother." Gu Qingyuan said this while thinking in his heart that the calamity was so subtle and silent that it made Zhang Jingwen lose his vigilance and change his temperament. If it were his normal self, he probably wouldn't take him home so easily after just meeting him twice.

He took note of it silently, and Zhang Jingwen paid the money, and they rode away on the cloud together.

Following Zhang Jingwen's instructions, the two men descended from the clouds from the east of the city and stood in front of a large mansion with a tall gate.

There is a red lacquered gate with small doors on both sides. On each side there is a stone lion stepping on a ball. On top of the gate is a gold lacquered plaque with the words "Zhang Mansion" on it.

Before I could go forward and knock on the door, the side door creaked open and a young girl jumped out.

The girl was about seventeen or eighteen years old, and it was the best time of her youth.

Her face is a little round, and you can vaguely see some of Zhang Jingwen's appearance, with two big watery eyes that are extremely lively, a thin figure, and pointed ptosis. She is graceful and elegant, with a bit of vitality, and her every frown and smile is captivating.

"Dad!" the woman came forward.

Zhang Jingwen smiled as he saw the girl. He turned to Gu Qingyuan and said, "This is my daughter, Zhang Ya. I want to introduce myself to you. If there is a chance in the future, I hope you can help me."

Then he turned around and said to Zhang Ya, "This is your father's good friend, so you can just call him Uncle Gu! Your uncle is not like your father, he is really capable, so you deserve to call him Uncle."

Zhang Ya came forward, took Zhang Jingwen's arm, shook him and called out, "Dad," then looked at Gu Qingyuan, who was so handsome and free and unrestrained, and her face flushed as she called out, "Uncle Gu."

Gu Qingyuan's eyes were retracted as soon as he was touched. His eyes were magical. He no longer judged people by their appearance, but by their bones and aura. He also searched for and collected things, and was a little troubled.

As a poor man, he didn't have many good things. The few spiritual objects he had were earned from Zhang Jingwen. After searching for a long time, he decided to settle for the pear.

With a flip of his hand, two pears fell into his palm. Gu Qingyuan smiled and said, "Wild fruit, given to my niece as a gift."

Zhang Ya glanced at Zhang Jingwen and saw him nod slightly, then she thanked him and accepted it.

While Zhang Jingwen was asking Brother Gu to spend the money, he led him into the house.

The house is not small, with three courtyards, screen walls, art galleries, pavilions and towers.

After entering the reception room, the two sat down, and Zhang Ya went to get water to make tea. "Yaya, go to the cabinet and get the mist needle from my treasure box."

After giving instructions, Zhang Jingwen said to Gu Qingyuan: "I spared you two fruits just now so that you can taste my spiritual tea."

"Brother, you have a big family and a great fortune, so I should come and ask for your help often." Gu Qingyuan said jokingly.

"Come often. If you don't come, I'll knock on my door." Zhang Jingwen is quite humorous.

Soon Zhang Ya came into the hall carrying a teapot and placed the teacups. The tea soup was clear, with tea leaves at the bottom of the cups, shaped like pine needles, swirling up and down.

One sip and your heart relaxes; one sip and your whole body feels smooth.

But Gu Qingyuan's attention was not on the tea. He looked at Zhang Ya who turned and retreated and said to Zhang Jingwen: "My niece has such a wonderful cultivation. She has a good chance of building a foundation. Brother is blessed."

Zhang Jingwen waved his hands, but his face was full of smiles, and he clearly spoke from the heart: "My wife and I met when we were in humble circumstances. We are both cultivators. We both gave birth to a son who was born with spiritual roots. When Yaya was born, I was already in the foundation-building stage. I had some resources, and I had spiritual objects and treasures constantly since I was a child. Therefore, my foundation was solid and I made rapid progress."

After saying this, he put away his smile and sighed, "My poor wife, her cultivation is hindered. She has failed to break through many times and has shortened her life in vain. I still look middle-aged, but my wife has become an old woman with white hair. Thinking back to the time when we were childhood sweethearts, she had black hair and soft hands, stirring the spoon with her bare hands, and she was fragrant with her red sleeves. Now we are separated by heaven and earth, and she is buried in the mud. I feel sad."

"Please accept my condolences, brother." Gu Qingyuan consoled him, thinking to himself, could that calamity be the remnant of a love calamity?
They talked for a while until it was dark and they were assigned guest rooms. Gu Qingyuan went back to meditate and regulate his breathing to recover his magic power, and he had a peaceful night.

The next morning, trouble came knocking on the door.

Just after dawn, someone knocked on the door.

Gu Qingyuan opened the door and saw Zhang Ya outside. Her pretty smile was gone, and there were traces of tears on her face. Her bright eyes were swollen like red peaches.

"Uncle Gu," Zhang Ya hurriedly saluted, and before she could respond, she had already spoken, "This morning I went to pay my respects to my father, but found that no one answered the door. I rushed in and saw that my father was sitting cross-legged in meditation, and I couldn't wake him up. Uncle, you are knowledgeable, please save him."

"Don't panic, take me to see it." Gu Qingyuan had a rough idea in his mind and said quickly.

The two of them walked through the door and went straight to the master bedroom, only to see Zhang Jingwen, who had been drinking tea and chatting yesterday, lying on the bed like a stone statue.

Gu Qingyuan looked up and saw that Zhang Jingwen was surrounded by circles of gray air, which sank into his Dantian Qi Sea.

"You are also a cultivator, you should know about the three disasters and six calamities. I will not hide it from you. I am afraid your father has met with a disaster." Gu Qingyuan turned to Zhang Ya and said, "But you must not lose your sense of proportion, and you must not let the news leak out. If your enemies know about it, your lives will be in danger."

Seeing that Gu Qingyuan spoke clearly, Zhang Ya also stopped acting like a little girl. "There is still a spiritual formation in the house. I will go and activate it to protect you. Uncle, please do your best. Thank you, Yaya."

A look of determination flashed across his face, hiding his weak nature, and he walked away with big strides.

When Gu Qingyuan saw her leave, Xiao Jiqingyuan's divine light patrolled the surroundings. Zhang Ya was useless and he had to rely on himself. This divine light was used to guard against both external enemies and Zhang Ya.

A flowing cloud pattern appeared between his eyebrows, illuminating all directions. His spiritual consciousness moved and slowly penetrated into Zhang Jingwen's body.

For a moment, my mind was shaken, as if in a dream, and I felt as if the sky was falling.

"Heart Demon Tribulation!"

(End of this chapter)