Chen Xuan's eyes narrowed slightly. To Mi Zhisen, he was like a passer-by. "I came here in style and left in style! The world is free and easy. Even if I go to the fairy world, I can follow my heart."
At this time, his heart was very relaxed, as if he had been soaked in a medicinal spring a long time ago. But Chen Xuan's eyes looked away from the world, and his eyes covered the entire place beneath his feet.
However, Chengcheng County was not complacent at this time, and there was only calmness in his eyes. Underneath the calm, there was still a faint depressive look that finally returned. Snow Mountain Sect, let’s take a look! Chen Xuan muttered secretly in his heart.
And that is why it would be so pure without worldly interference. It is even more conducive to Chen Xuan's cultivation. But if you want to know about the changes in Daoxin Continent in the past three years, you don't need to go to any high-end place.
The speaker is not guilty, and naturally these large sects will not condescend to argue with these people. The common people in Daoxin Continent also need some entertainment after dinner, so naturally there is a place for these people to survive.
Previously, the Snow Mountain Sect and the Qinghu Sect were both gangs belonging to the Ulan Empire, and the private fight between the two gangs was very intense. It's almost either you die or I die. Of course, it's the common people who suffer when gods fight. Chen Xuan secretly guessed in his heart.
It’s just that the head of the Snow Mountain Sect was busy with internal fighting in the past few years and had no time to take care of the Qinghu Sect. But in recent years, the Snow Mountain Sect has become very stable. Helan Chong has the help of Jianghe, and the situation is much better than before.
Even though Chen Xuan had such a calm mind, he couldn't help but panic at this moment. Chen Xuan frowned, and a cold feeling spread in the atmosphere.
Calm down, calm down first! Chen Xuan secretly told his heart, although at this time Chen Xuan felt as if his heart was being scratched severely by a wild cat.
"The waiter will bring you a bottle of wine."
"Do you want a bartender?" The waiter's voice sounded very kind, like a benevolent businessman. When Chen Xuan heard this, he naturally understood the meaning. It seems that these wine shops really have those so-called bartenders. The bartender is the kind of scholar who just makes inquiries, just like a cross talker, just chatting and drinking with the guests while they are drinking.
"Okay... Wait a moment, sir..." The waiter nodded towards Chen Xuan and looked at Chen Xuan at the same time. Chen Xuan was now wearing a white robe and a blue sword, just like a young monk.
He didn't dare to neglect, and soon sent a storyteller to Chen Xuan with a jug of wine. Chen Xuan didn't put on any airs, but smiled lightly and told him to sit down.
When the bartender was speaking plainly, he stood up and calmly said something to Chen Xuan. Chen Xuan smiled and returned a salute to him. Every move reflects everyone’s style.
"This... sir!" The bartender seemed to suddenly panic, and his face turned extremely pale. His lips were twitching slightly. Chen Xuan's eyes were still as calm as ever.
"Young master, you don't know. The Snow Mountain Sect doesn't let us discuss these things!" The drinking companion lowered his voice and spoke slowly to Chen Xuan, as if he was extremely entangled in his heart.
Chen Xuan felt a little uncomfortable, and a feeling of disappointment and nervousness spread from Chen Xuan's mind to the soles of his feet. Chen Xuan felt like he was getting cold all over. But the only straw in his heart told him that something might have happened to Ziyi!
"Then...what happened?"
"Alas..." The drinker's eyes were filled with unbearable expressions, and Chen Xuan's heart became even more depressed. He felt as if his heart was about to burst out of his chest at this moment.
He took off his belt bag, took out fifty taels of silver, and placed it in front of the guest. There was a glint in the eyes of the bartender, as if he was very satisfied. But he still said no.
"This... is actually... the Snow Mountain Sect does not allow discussion." A trace of embarrassment flashed in the eyes of the drinker.
The cold glint in his eyes made the drinker feel deeply frightened.
The bartender took a breath. He felt that the boy in front of him was not simple. It seemed that he was a monk who he could not afford to offend.
"Young Master, let me tell you that those from the Qinghu Sect have either defected to the Snow Mountain Sect or are dead!" Chen Xuan felt a burst of anger in his heart, followed by a burst of pain.
What about his purple clothes? Is he also dead?
"I...I don't know who died! But the sect master must be dead. He put his head on the city gate for ten days and refused to let go. As for the girl in purple, it seems that she became a toy of the Snow Mountain Sect and could not bear the humiliation. , also committed suicide!”
But the wine glass was still as steady as a rock in Chen Xuan's hand. Chen Xuan's heart felt like it was torn into pieces, and tears kept rolling in his eyes.
He yelled at the waiter and the bartender, "Today, all of this will be counted as my wine money and your storytelling fee. You all can leave, no outsiders can come in this private room!"
Then, he and the wine were the only ones left in the private room. He was like a sad visitor, drinking strong wine and recalling every moment between him and Zi Yi...
