On a cliff somewhere, a tall and thin man wearing a black cloak looked at the red clouds in the west. The breeze blew by, and the hair hanging down on his collarbone was slowly fluttering.
His eyes were dim and his handsome face was expressionless, as if he had encountered some problem.
The tall and lanky man sighed softly and said to himself: "You have to grow up after all. If you can't bear this setback, you won't be able to be great in the future."
Just at this moment, Lin Xiaojie came over and heard his sigh.
He asked in confusion: "Master, why are you sighing?"
The tall and thin man turned his back to him and said slightly flustered: "It's nothing, I just thought of some trivial things."
He was only thinking about things just now, and he didn't even notice Lin Xiaojie behind him. You can imagine how ridiculous this is.
You know, he had never lost control in front of Lin Xiaojie before, but this time, even though he was calm and calm, his mind was also confused.
Fortunately, the tall and thin man had his back to Lin Xiaojie and did not let him see his appearance. Otherwise, Lin Xiaojie would definitely pay attention.
Lin Xiaojie asked again: "Master, why did you show up that day? If it weren't for you, Xiao Ziyang and the others might have died."
The tall and lanky man reprimanded: "If you didn't tell me about this, I would have forgotten about it. I asked you to go and help. How did you help? If it weren't for me, would you have been able to complete this mission!"
Lin Xiaojie cupped his hands and said, "Master, forgive me. This is all due to the disciple's negligence, which almost led to a big mistake."
The tall and thin man said sternly: "The enemy is the enemy. You have no reason and you should not trust them."
He changed the topic and said with a fairly easy-going attitude: "It's a good thing to be kind, but being too kind will have the opposite effect, and you will suffer big losses in the future."
Lin Xiaojie nodded and replied: "Master teaches disciples to remember."
The tall and thin man said calmly: "Okay, please step back first."
After Lin Xiaojie bowed his hands and saluted, he walked down the mountain, but after walking a few steps, he turned back with deep doubts and glanced at the tall and motionless man again, his eyes full of questions.
He always felt that his master was a little abnormal, but if he really wanted to say what was wrong, he couldn't tell. After a pause, he did not continue to dwell on the issue and left.
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Western Continent
Late at night, the tide on the sea surface comes one after another. Under the bright moonlight, the crystal clear tide shines with a light blue shimmer.
Suddenly, a black shadow was sent to the shore. Because the light was too dark, it was impossible to tell whether it was a man or a woman. However, judging from its slender and enchanting figure and the wet black hair hanging on the lower waist, it seemed that it should be a man or a woman. It's a woman.
She rolled up and down the beach, with no clothes on her body. She looked like a fish-man walking out of the sea. However, she did not have the big ears that stretched like a fish-man, so we could tell that she was human.
Her chest was rising and falling, and she was lying on her back, breathing heavily. Her perfect and seductive curves were fully displayed. After a moment, she looked around the beach, but saw no one, so she found a way to leave.
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Tianling Town in the Western Continent is surrounded by mountains. There are mountains for miles around, and it looks very remote.
But there are nearly a thousand people in the town, and the streets at night are quite lively with merchants reselling things, children playing and playing, and the old man walking.
Although the town is a bit remote, it has a book school, a tavern, a butcher shop selling game, a sixty-year-old man telling stories, a man knitting straw sandals and setting up a street stall, and a woman sitting in the shop knitting clothes. . . . . .
"Hey, hey, hey, hey, what are you doing? Are there any of you doing this kind of business?"
In the tavern, a man with disheveled hair holding a wine bottle in his hand was arguing with two shop assistants. Before he could say a few words, they were carried out of the tavern by the two men on their arms.
Several other middle-aged men in the tavern were not surprised when they saw this scene. They looked at it casually and continued drinking.
The yellow-faced waiter stood on the steps in front of the tavern and said, "You are such a bad guy. You haven't paid for the drink last time, so you want to pay for it on credit this time?"
"Credit?" The disheveled man stumbled back a few steps, pointed at the two bundles of dry firewood at the foot of the tavern, and said, "Well, do you see it! This firewood is for you, please invite me in quickly."
When the black-faced shopkeeper saw it, without saying a word, he immediately set off to carry the firewood into the tavern. Although the yellow-faced shopkeeper didn't speak, he didn't block the steps, but turned around and returned to the tavern.
The disheveled man walked into the tavern. He put the empty wine bottle in his hand on the table in front of the yellow-faced shop assistant and said, "Dahuang, go fill up my wine bottle."
Dahuang was checking the account book. After hearing what he said, he raised his head and glanced at him, and then shouted in the direction of Chaiyuan: "Erhei, come quickly and serve someone a drink. Don't wait too long."
"Oh, what are you shouting for? Can't I put down those two bundles of dry firewood first?" There were footsteps coming from the direction of Chaiyuan, accompanied by the sound of Erhei burying his grievances.
Although the two of them are the waiters of this tavern, they are also the owners of the tavern. After being ordered by Dahuang, Erhei naturally wanted to say something to him.
After all, the two of them opened the tavern together. He and Dahuang have the same status. If there is no one around, he can still let Dahuang order. But now that there are more than a dozen acquaintances sitting in the tavern, he still has to lose face. of.
When the disheveled man saw Er Hei coming out, he immediately threw the wine bottle in his hand to him and urged: "Hey, hurry up and fill up this wine bottle for me. I have something urgent to do."
Erhei held the wine flask in his hand and walked toward the wine vat, curling his lips and looking sideways: "What's the emergency for you?"
Without waiting for the man to answer, Dahuang smiled and said, "You don't know yet, last night I saw him listening to the old blind man's nonsense under the big locust tree."
Erhei answered while scooping the wine: "That old blind man is not normal. He sits under the big locust tree at night and talks about this and that. Those who don't know think he is an old god. Only a foreigner like you can believe it." What the old blind man said."
Hearing this, the young man sitting in the tavern drinking wine immediately put down his glass of wine and said to the people around him: "The old blind man seems to be sick. He keeps talking all day long. I don't think he has many days to live. "
The companion next to the young man echoed: "Isn't that right? The old guy is sallow and thin. He must have some incurable disease and wants to find a cemetery here."
Another person said: "It's strange to say that the mountain road here is not easy to walk. I don't know how the old blind man got here."
The young man said indifferently: "Don't you understand this? The old blind man is just blind, and he is not stupid. It is not surprising that he came to us."
"Here, the wine is full." Erhei handed the flask to the disheveled man, who took the flask and walked out of the tavern.
Not long after he walked along the relatively spacious street, he stopped in front of a shop that smelled of meat. He groped with his hands for a while and took out a few spiritual source stones.
He threw the spiritual source stone to the shirtless middle-aged man sitting on the lounge chair in the store, who was as fat as a cow, with arms thicker than an adult's thighs, and a face as big as a pancake, and said: "Old cow, give me two Kilograms of beef.”
The owner of the butcher shop is named Fei Niu, because his ancestors made a living by herding cattle, and he only started selling meat in his generation. Because he has a fat head and big ears, people in the town call him Lao Niu.
Fat Niu weighed the Origin Stone in his palm and asked with a smile while cutting the meat: "Hey, you don't even have any decent clothes. What kind of luck did you have today that you have the Origin Stone in your hand?"
The disheveled man said truthfully: "I was lucky today. I picked up a few on the mountain road here. They should have been lost by the caravan."
Fat Newton paused and said, "What a coincidence. Just after the caravan left this morning, you picked up the Spirit Source Stone on the mountain road. Maybe it was really left behind by them."
The disheveled man asked: "Hey, by the way. The mountain road here is so difficult, so it won't be easy for the caravan to come here? How much money can they make? Is it worth it?"
Fat Niu shook his head and said, "Who knows. In short, when caravans come here, no matter whether they have sold out their goods or not, they will always rest here for a night before leaving. No one knows where they come from."
"Let me tell you, they are not here to make money. On the contrary, they are here to enjoy the scenery."
"We live in a remote rural area and there aren't many people. How much money can a caravan make by coming here?"
The disheveled man frowned and thought, "Listening to what you said, it seems that the caravan is not here just for money."
The fat cow wrapped the cooked beef in lotus leaves, delivered it to the man, and said in a low voice: "I tell you, in the past, the caravan only came every ten days and a half, but now it's better, three or four God will come."
The disheveled man was silent for a long time and asked, "Can their goods be sold out?"
Fat Niu stretched his neck, shook his head and replied: "Sold out? If you can sell one car out of ten, it's good. It's still sold out."
The disheveled man nodded thoughtfully. He held lotus leaves in his arms and a wine bottle in his hand. He was eating meat and drinking wine, and walked out of the town.
After he left, Jia Juesheng and Xuan Yi stood quietly, watching his back gradually being shrouded in darkness.
Jia Juesheng sighed and said worriedly: "I think if he continues like this, he will really spend his whole life in this place."
Xuan Yi said sadly: "Give him more time and let him think about it."
"However, this place is indeed suitable for seclusion, and few people will find it."
Jia Juesheng raised his clenched fists and gritted his teeth: "I really want to beat him up so that he understands that he does not want this easy life."
"Now, Pei Yuan, Hua Yao's revenge has not been avenged, but he is enjoying it first. Do you think this is ridiculous?!"
Xuan Yi said calmly: "Change takes time. Some things will be over once you think about it clearly, but if you think about it clearly, you will be in trouble..."
"Zi Yang has endured too much. We can give him more time to think and treat it as if he is familiar with the Western Continent."
Jia Juesheng sighed softly and said helplessly: "Now it seems that this is the only way to consider it."
