Cultivation game, starting from the mouse

Following the old storyteller out of the yard and walking around the city a few times, Wei Xun discovered that the direction the old storyteller was taking him was actually the direction of the palace.

When they arrived outside the palace, the old storyteller continued to walk inside without stopping.

Originally, the soldiers standing outside the palace would stop the old man, but what Wei Xun did not expect was that the soldiers did not stop the old man.

However, when Wei Xun was about to go in, he was stopped by soldiers on the left and right.

"No outsiders are allowed to enter!"

Wei Xun, one of the soldiers, began to preach.

"Why can he get in but I can't?"

Wei Xun pointed at the old storyteller who walked into the palace gate.

"He is the city lord's guest, of course he can come in!" another soldier added.

"What if he lets me in?" Wei Xun asked back.

"If he lets you in, you can follow him in!" the soldier replied.

"Then why are you standing there?" Wei Xun raised his eyes: "I just came here with him."

After Wei Xun finished speaking, the old storyteller stood still and said to the two soldiers, "That's right!"

After getting the storyteller's permission, the two soldiers let them go.

After entering the palace, Wei Xun couldn't help but ask the storyteller, "What's your relationship with this city lord?"

"The city lord is the host!" the storyteller answered immediately.

"No wonder!" It was only after this answer that Wei Xun finally understood. No wonder the soldiers at the door let him in so easily.

"Then take me to see him quickly!" At this time, Wei Xun was already very curious about the host and wanted to see who he was as soon as possible.

"Please follow me!" The old storyteller nodded and continued to lead Wei Xun inside.

Finally, the old storyteller arrived at a courtyard deep in the palace.

There were also soldiers guarding outside the gate.

When the old storyteller stepped forward, he was stopped by the soldiers this time.

"The city lord is resting inside. What's the matter?" a soldier asked.

"There is an important matter that needs to be reported to the city lord!" replied the old storyteller.

"Wait for me to go in and report!"

The soldier did not let him go directly, but sent someone into the yard.

After waiting for a while, the soldiers who had entered turned back.

"You can go in!"

The soldier made way after he finished speaking.

Then, under the guidance of the old storyteller, they entered the courtyard wall together to search.

There is a spacious garden in the yard, with green grass and flowers everywhere, rockery and green lake water.

After walking along the path in the courtyard for a while, I saw a luxurious pavilion in the middle of the garden.

At this time, inside the pavilion, there was a man in a white robe sitting.

The man was surrounded by beautiful palace maids serving him. Some of them fanned him, some massaged his legs, and several of them danced in front of him.

Looks relaxed and comfortable.

"Master, Zheng San wants to see you!"

The old storyteller walked up and saluted to the man in white robe in the pavilion.

Hearing the voice, the man turned his gaze towards Weixun.

He only stayed on the storyteller for a second before he immediately noticed Wei Xun behind him.

"Who is this?" the man in white robe asked curiously.

"Reporting to the host!" The old storyteller replied, "He said he is from your hometown and wants to come and see you!"

"Fellow countryman?" Upon hearing this, the host frowned slightly and fixed his gaze on the old storyteller's eyebrows.

After hesitating for a moment, he pointed a finger at the old man. A ray of light hit the old man's forehead, and the storyteller immediately regained consciousness.

"Master, be careful, there is something fishy about this person!" Coming to his senses, the old storyteller immediately reported to the master.

"Don't be so loud, you are already in your 50s or 60s, can you calm down a little?" The host did not seem to be in a hurry, but comforted the old storyteller: "Go to the side and have a rest for a while, I will come to meet this fellow villager!"

After receiving the order, the old storyteller had no choice but to nod and agree, then turned and left.

Seeing this, the palace maids around him stopped what they were doing and followed the old man out of the alley.

When only Wei Xun and the host were left in the courtyard, the host spoke first without Wei Xun saying anything: "Since you are here, you are a guest. Please take a seat first!"

The host pointed to the chair opposite, took out an empty cup, and poured a cup of tea from the teapot on the table.

Wei Xun was not polite and sat opposite the host as instructed.

He picked up the teacup and put it under his nose and smelled it.

"Don't worry, it's not poisonous!" said the host with a smile.

Hearing this, Wei Xun also laughed and said, "But how come I smelled poison in it?"

The host, who was originally smiling, was suddenly startled: "You can even smell this?"

"Sorry, I have a naturally sensitive nose!" Wei Xun put the teacup back on the table, and then said: "I just arrived and you gave me poison water as soon as I met you. Brother, this is a bit unkind of you!"

"It's okay!" The host waved his hand and said, "I'm just testing your skills!"

"Are you satisfied with my skills?" Wei Xun asked again.

"Tell me, why did you come to see me?" The host changed the subject.

"If things go as expected, you should be a time traveler like me!" Wei Xun asked.

"Who else would know those stories?" Although the host did not give a direct answer, it was already considered a tacit agreement.

"I came to you mainly because I want to ask you something!" Wei Xun said.

"What is it?" The host took out another cup and poured another cup of tea for Wei Xun.

Wei Xun stared at the newly poured tea and sniffed it as well.

No poison this time!

So Wei Xun picked up the teacup, put it to his mouth and took a sip.

After swallowing half a mouthful of tea, Wei Xuncai said, "I want to ask you, do you know the Ten Thousand Year Ice Stone?"

"I've heard of it!" The host nodded.

"I want to find one, do you have any way?" Wei Xun asked.

"This thing is not easy to get!" The host also poured himself a cup of tea: "The probability of this thing forming is extremely low. It can only be found in places that are frozen all year round."

"It's not easy, so you mean you can still get it?" Wei Xun asked.

"Sure!" The master nodded. "I have been in Beihan for decades. It will take some effort to get this thing, but there will always be a way!"

After saying this, the host asked, "But you have to give me a reason for me to spend so much effort!"

"We are from the same hometown and the same world!" Wei Xun said, "Help each other and make progress together!"

"Don't say these useless things!" The host shook his head: "I have poisoned many fellow countrymen like you to death. I don't care about these things at all!"

"Make some conditions!" After hearing this, Wei Xun put down the teacup in his hand and his expression became serious.

"If you want me to help you, tell me about your golden finger first!" said the master.

"Golden finger?" Wei Xun frowned.

"Yes!" The master nodded: "When we come to this world, everyone has his or her own golden finger!"

"I've encountered many. Some can level up by chopping wood, some have higher cultivation levels the more followers they have, and some have faster cultivation speed the more people hate them!"

"Which one are you?"