Elder Di, We Don't Need to Go That Far

Di Chen pondered it over, thinking through everything that had happened these past two days.

He did not want to do anything else. He just wanted to slap himself twice. Was he fucking cheap or what?!

Yesterday had been perfectly fine. Why could he not just behave himself? Why did he have to meddle in other people's business and act like he knew everything?

And now, look at this—he had directly offended the senior.

Thinking of it, Di Chen wore a helpless expression. To be honest, he did not think this could entirely be blamed on him. The main thing was that the senior's behavior had been far too bizarre.

He helped mortals Defy Heaven to Change Fate, generously supported the younger generation, and even wanted to enter the Divine Sword Sect as an Outer Disciple. Who would believe that if they heard it?!

What kind of senior was that kind, willing to support juniors so generously?

But now that he looked at it, such a person really did exist.

Di Chen's intestines were practically turning green with regret. If he could return to yesterday, he guaranteed that he would not waste a word before giving his past self two resounding slaps.

And now? Ling Tiannan had obtained such a precious divine work. Not only had Di Chen gained nothing, he was also constantly on edge.

Di Chen thought it over and ultimately decided not to leave. He would kneel here and wait for Jing Pu to return.

Di Chen had already made up his mind. Judging from how Senior Jing Pu treated everyone, Jing Pu was an easygoing person, not the sort who would slaughter someone's whole family over a single offense. Otherwise, Di Chen would have been finished long ago.

So, he prepared to apologize properly later!

And those three kowtows could not be for nothing. Di Chen intended to keep kowtowing like this until Jing Pu returned.

Otherwise, if he waited until the senior came back before kowtowing, it would seem far too affected and insincere.

Yes, he would keep kowtowing. Perhaps the senior was secretly watching him right now!

At that thought, Di Chen felt rather pleased with himself. He truly was a genius!

At once, Di Chen began knocking his head against the floor, one kowtow after another!

As for Jing Pu... now that he was full and satisfied, he was in no hurry to rush back. The Dragon Horse could fly, and there was plenty of scenery along the way.

Jing Pu sat atop the horse, eating the little snacks he had bought in Qinghe Town while admiring the scenery.

It was around ten at night when Jing Pu finally rode his Dragon Horse back to his courtyard. He planned to return the Dragon Horse tomorrow. He was too tired today and intended to go back and sleep first.

Meanwhile, Di Chen in Jing Pu's study was being put through the wringer. He had no idea how many times he had kowtowed. All he remembered was that the sun had not yet set when he started, but now...

Di Chen's head had become a pot of mush. To show his sincerity, he had not used True Qi while kowtowing. Now, he only felt as though heaven and earth were spinning.

After finishing another kowtow, Di Chen wiped the sweat from his forehead. He looked around, froze for a moment, then muttered softly:

"Where has the senior gone... Perhaps... I should get up and move around a little first, then continue kowtowing..."

With that thought, Di Chen supported his aching old waist and stood up. But just as he rose... after twisting his waist a couple of times, he suddenly saw someone standing at the doorway.

That person was Jing Pu. He stood there with a bag of snacks in one hand, the other hand still inside the bag after grabbing a handful. His cheeks were stuffed full of snacks, puffed out like a hamster's.

Jing Pu stared blankly at the equally bewildered Di Chen, blinked, then grabbed another handful of snacks from the paper bag and held them out to him. Looking just as confused, he said:

"Want... want some?"

Di Chen was completely dumbfounded. After blankly accepting the snacks Jing Pu had handed him, he suddenly dropped to his knees with a thud and wailed loudly:

"Senior!! Senior!! Senior!!"

Di Chen's cries were so miserable that, if he had not known better, Jing Pu would have thought this guy was mourning at his funeral.

It was... it was only a handful of snacks??

Jing Pu immediately hurried over, pulled Di Chen to his feet, and said:

"We don't need to go that far, Elder Di. Really, we don't... It's just a little food. You don't need to kneel..."

Once Jing Pu pulled him up, Di Chen began to cry. He cried so miserably, intermittently recounting what had happened yesterday—essentially apologizing.

After understanding, Jing Pu said with a helpless laugh, "No, I really wasn't angry. What would I have to be angry about? You didn't do anything to me."

As he spoke, Jing Pu helped Di Chen over to sit in a nearby chair. After wiping away his tears, Di Chen looked at Jing Pu through his sobs and asked:

"Senior truly isn't angry?"

Jing Pu spread his hands with a helpless smile.

"Do I look angry right now?"

Jing Pu had not been angry to begin with. Such a small matter was not worth it. And seeing Di Chen cry so miserably made Jing Pu feel even less able to bear it.

Only when he saw that Jing Pu truly was not angry did Di Chen finally feel relieved.

Jing Pu also noticed that the table was completely empty. The painting he had placed there earlier was gone, so he curiously looked at the tear-wiping Di Chen and asked:

"The painting?"

Di Chen hurriedly replied, "True Man Tiannan has already taken it away."

Jing Pu nodded slightly and said nothing. That thing had been meant for Ling Tiannan in the first place.

However, at that thought, Jing Pu suddenly froze. Looking at the tear-wiping Di Chen, he could not help raising an eyebrow.

This old man... could he also like his paintings?

Otherwise... why would the old man treat him like this?

Kneeling and crying so hard—now that he thought about it, that was it. He must like Jing Pu's paintings and had come to beg for one.

Come to think of it, Jing Pu suddenly understood Di Chen very well. How boring cultivation was—Jing Pu had learned that today. They did not even eat meals. What was the fun in cultivating like that?

Though his paintings were mundane objects, they were indeed excellent works. Elderly people like this probably enjoyed such things. It should count as one of the few pleasures and comforts cultivators had amid bitter cold and lonely solitude.

He was probably afraid that, because of what happened yesterday, Jing Pu would refuse to paint for him. That was why he had come to beg forgiveness in such a humble, deferential manner.

Jing Pu had just said that he truly had no grievance against Di Chen at all. So he immediately raised his brows and said:

"Elder Di, do you like my paintings too?"

Di Chen froze. What did that mean?

Could it be... Di Chen did not quite dare to think further.

Then Jing Pu said, "If you like them, how about I paint one for Elder Di as well?"

Di Chen stood there blankly and blinked. He suddenly wanted to cry again. The senior... the senior was far too kind!!

What kind of person was this senior, exactly? Not only was he not angry at all over what had happened before, he was even taking the initiative to give Di Chen a painting. The senior was far too generous, wasn't he?!

Di Chen stood there, stunned, scarcely daring to believe it.

Jing Pu smiled apologetically and said:

"However, I'm too tired today. I went out for a stroll. When I have time tomorrow or the day after, I'll paint one for you. How does that sound?"

With a thud, Di Chen fell to his knees again.

Jing Pu pursed his lips... This... this old man knelt far too casually, did he not? Elder Di, there really was no need...

Just as Jing Pu was about to pull Di Chen back up, Di Chen drew a deep breath, as though he had made some decision. The next moment, a chunk of iron flashing with a dark golden glow appeared in his hand. He presented it to Jing Pu with both hands and said:

"Senior, please, you must accept this piece of golden pearl iron!!"

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