C3 The Mysterious Old Man

The mysterious old man.

"Sigh, this is a good bridge, but it was actually broken by lightning yesterday."

"If our Little Tao Village wants to cross the river, we can only cross this bridge. If this bridge is broken, how are we going to cross the river in the future?"

"Forget it, forget it. Fortunately, this river isn't deep. Why don't we take off our shoes and roll up our pants to walk over?"

"That's the only way."

A few villagers dressed in simple and crude clothing stood by the river and sighed.

Wow, are these the N-PC players in the game?

They are so real, just like those in ancient TV dramas.

Mu Yu couldn't help but admire the game's creator. No wonder this game was called a world-creating game. Now that he thought about it, it wasn't an exaggeration at all.

At this moment, the villagers took off their shoes and held them in their hands. They rolled up their pants, got into the water, and walked towards the other side of the river.

"Don't walk so fast. This old man also wants to cross the river. Unfortunately, my legs are inconvenient. You are young, carry me there."

An old voice came from behind. Mu Yu couldn't help but look back.

The one who spoke was an old man.

He had white hair and beard that looked like the feathers of an immortal crane. His face was as red as a child's. His eyes were filled with vicissitudes of life, and he wore a blue and tidy Daoist robe. In his hand was a horsetail whisk that looked like an immortal feather.

It gave people the feeling of a transcendent being. Mu Yu's eyes lit up when he saw it.

"Is this a fortuitous encounter? I can tell that this old man has an extraordinary cultivation base. I have to seize this opportunity."

"But what should I say to make him accept me as his disciple?"

"Senior, this brat has been exterminated since he was young. He is all alone and has been stranded here. Senior, please accept me as your disciple."

"No, no, no. Isn't this a bit too cliché? Moreover, such a lowly lie can't be hidden from an expert!"

Mu Yu shook his head, feeling distressed in his heart.

"Bah, there's no way we can carry you across the river."

"Aren't you boasting about your extraordinary Immortal Art? Why don't you just ride the clouds and come here yourself?"

The villagers who were crossing the river said in an unfriendly tone when they saw the old man.

When the old man heard this, he shook his head and sighed. "No matter what, this old man is still your elder. It's fine if you don't lend me a hand, but you still dare to speak rudely. This is truly a world where the wind blows, and the human heart is not ancient at all!"

When Mu Yu heard this, he fiercely slapped his thigh.

This was his chance. If he carried him across the river, he would definitely reward him.

When the time came, he would make another request. He was a master of Dao. He would definitely be someone who valued his reputation. Naturally, he couldn't refuse it.

"Senior, why don't you let junior carry you across the river?"

Mu Yu walked forward and imitated the tone in the ancient costume dramas as he spoke politely.

"Little brother, thank you. You are really a kind child."

The old man revealed a kind smile, and his dull eyes suddenly lit up.

"I say, little brother, you are definitely not a local, right? You must not be fooled by his appearance. He is a great liar, a great liar. Everyone in the nearby villages knows about him."

"Aunt Wang's child was just born, so she wouldn't cry. She couldn't even make a sound. This old man claimed to be unmatched in immortal techniques. He treated the child. Later on, this old man found two insects out of nowhere. Let the child consume them."

"The child finally cried, but now that he's eight years old, he can only cry and not speak. He's completely like a fool."

"Not only did this old man cheat others of their money, but he also harmed others. You helped him cross the river to help him bully others. In a while, he will run to another village to continue cheating."

Those few villagers all advised Mu Yu not to meddle in other people's business. This old man was not a good person.