It is said that men don't shed tears lightly, but it's just that they haven't reached the point of sadness. Wei Hongqing burst into tears in front of his brothers, which shows how sad he is.
Liu Xiaolou wanted to stay with him, but he was eventually driven away. When he returned to Qianzhuling, he felt heavy in his heart. He was aggrieved by what had happened to his good brother, and felt confused about his future as a practitioner. , I can't sleep no matter what.
As a casual cultivator in Wulong Mountain, where is the way out?
During the long night, I suddenly thought of the spiritual ginseng. Since Wei Hongqing's dual cultivation project has failed, should I get it back? Although a small part of the stick was eaten, after all, there is still more than half...
Before dawn the next day, we hurried to Guimeng Cliff again.
Brothers of life and death, you can't just sit idly by when you are hurt like this. You still have to take care of yourself.
In addition, when asking for spiritual ginseng, you should be careful, careful and thoughtful, and avoid talking nonsense. The person is already sad enough, so you can't add salt to the wound.
Of course, this move is not because of being stingy. Wei Hongqing, like himself, is known as Wulongshan Shuangxiu. His qualifications are mediocre, but his appearance is excellent. He doesn't have to worry about finding a good Taoist companion, so he can take back the spiritual ginseng and save it. Okay, let's decorate it a little, and it can be used as a gift when Wei Hongqing holds the Double Cultivation Ceremony next time.
Back on Guimeng Cliff, the red silk was still there, but Wei Hongqing was not there. Instead, Wei Hongqing's friend Zuo Gaofeng from Banmuxia was waiting here.
They met and exchanged hands. Zuo Gaofeng spoke first: "Xiaolou is here...have you seen Hongqing?"
Liu Xiaolou replied: "I just met him last night. I couldn't worry about him, so I came to see him again. Why is he not here?"
"No, Zuo is worried..."
The two of them sighed deeply when they talked about Wei Hongqing's annulled engagement.
While they were talking, Xishan layman, Lingling guest and others arrived, all of whom were friends who were worried about Wei Hongqing.
Even Tan Bazhang, a disciple of the Tan family who was far away from Wulong Mountain, also came. His face was full of concern and he said: "I just said that the wedding time set by Brother Hongqing is wrong. How could it be set early in the morning? What's wrong! I tried to persuade him to change the time, but he didn't listen. Is something wrong?"
Seeing that the others didn't speak, they just looked at him blankly, and then asked: "What's wrong? Is what I said wrong?"
Zuo Gaofeng asked: "Wait, you said early in the morning? What time?"
Tan Bazhang said: "It's the right time, and yesterday was not an auspicious day..."
Xishan layman interrupted: "No, it's obviously noon."
Linglingke said: "Shen Shi, you're talking about Shen Shi."
Liu Xiaolou asked in confusion: "How come I am Youshi?"
Zuo Gaofeng blinked: "I am Xu Shi..."
As everyone looked at each other, Liu Xiaolou finally asked weakly: "Seniors, what gift did you give me?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Zuo Gaofeng took the lead and rushed into the cave. The five people searched like a headless fly and only found a page of yellow paper. Wei Hongqing left a note on the yellow paper: "Let me tell you brothers, I am here." Hurt by love, we decided to wander around the world and forget each other in the world from now on."
Looking at the letter, Zuo Gaofeng couldn't help but feel sad: "My leopard-tooth sword... is of middle grade..."
Tan Bazhang, Xishan Jushi and others also mourned each other, deploring the expensive gifts sent by their families and scolding them constantly. For casual cultivators, every spiritual object is extremely rare. Who wouldn’t feel sad if it were just gone?
Lingling guest was the only one who was not affected by the disaster. He felt the same on his face and also scolded him, but felt very comfortable in his heart. What he gave away was a magic talisman. Fortunately, he was thick-skinned and had a good memory. Before going down the mountain, he mustered up the courage to claim the talisman back, preventing Wei Hongqing from succeeding.
Zuo Gaofeng also muttered something to Lingling Ke, blaming him for not warning him. But as soon as the words came out, he couldn't go on. Wei Hongqing separated the wedding ceremony and couldn't meet each other. How to remind him?
Another person asked Xishan layman, "Aren't you good at pinching and calculating?" Why can't this be counted? This made the layman of Xishan very embarrassed and kept arguing: "This person's heart is not in the right time. How can we calculate it?"
Liu Xiaolou was even more heartbroken. That spiritual ginseng was three hundred years old, three hundred years old! It's gone forever, it's really unworthy of a human being! Even if you want to find someone, where can you find someone in such a big world?
Wei Hongqing, you are a true grandson. If you want a baby, don’t you just say a word and it’s over? If you want that spiritual ginseng, please tell me. We are sworn brothers in life and death. How can I still...well...I won't be short of your gift. So many years of friendship, is it worth it for a spiritual ginseng?
After a hard day, Liu Xiaolou returned to Qianzhuling in frustration. Now he had no choice but to sulk at home. After a few days, he forced himself to forget about the loss.
He lay on the three-foot balcony in front of the hut for several days, fanning banana leaves, and slowly thinking about the next step of spiritual practice.
In today's world, all the major sects have occupied the Paradise Paradise, and the casual cultivators without serious backgrounds can only compete for the resources that the major sects have inadvertently scattered. Every step forward is extremely difficult. The road to spiritual practice is long, and there are ten hurdles to overcome in refining qi alone. I have just reached the second step, and the road ahead is really bumpy!
But everything is for the sake of longevity, no matter how bumpy it is, we must bite the bullet and go on.
It's midsummer now, and there are still several months before the harvest of the Eyang Mountain Spiritual Field, so we can't count on the reward for the time being. Besides, the collector would recruit twenty casual cultivators to help him harvest the spiritual fields in previous years, so he might not be able to grab the opportunity.
Go to the gambling house in Bayizhuang to pick up a leak? I got a good beating last time but didn't get anything. It was really a bad idea.
Also, I haven’t posted a hero post for more than half a year. I wonder when will the next one be?
While I was thinking wildly, the wind chimes on the eaves swayed, ding-dong, ding-dong...
Liu Xiaolou looked towards the mountain path, and a figure suddenly appeared from the forest, standing in front of the firewood gate.
Liu Xiaolou was stunned: "Dai Sanren..."
The person who came was dressed in crimson clothes. He was a close friend of his senior and teacher. His name was Dai Gaosheng and his nickname was Dai Sanren.
Dai Gaogao stared at Liu Xiaolou silently for a moment and said, "Go and have a look at Mr.'s tomb."
Liu Xiaolou opened the firewood door and led the way first. Deep in the bamboo forest, a simple tomb stood under a few clumps of green bamboo. In front of the tomb stood a tombstone that read "The tomb of his mentor, Mr. Sanxuan."
Dai Shengsheng took out a bamboo tube and opened the bamboo stopper. The bamboo tube was filled with turbid rice wine.
He sat down in front of the tombstone, took a sip, drank a sip, and drank against the tombstone for a long time until he finished the wine.
After a long while, he asked Liu Xiaolou quietly, "How has your practice been in the past six months?"
Liu Xiaolou answered truthfully: "It's hard to make any progress."
Dai Gaogao sighed: "I used to rely on your teacher, but from now on I can only rely on you."
Liu Xiaolou looked at the tombstone and nodded slightly: "Senior is right."
Dai Gaosheng took out a wooden sign, flipped it in his palm, and said: "Boss Wang sent a hero post again, trying to break Zhang's Villa in Jinping Mountain in southern Hunan."
Liu Xiaolou was immediately inspired and asked: "Zhang Xianbai's Zhuangzi who shot the first arrow in southern Hunan?"
