The next day, at noon
Lin Xiaolu, who was penniless, looked at the pancake stall in front of him and was so greedy that he couldn't walk away.
After running around in the middle of the night, he was not far from Quanzhen at this moment. This was because he went to the wrong place and took a long detour.
He was actually quite depressed. He didn't know the teleportation method that Nascent Soul monks knew at all, and he didn't have the ability of Yamata no Orochi to spray beams of light with its mouth. He only had the power and defense of Yamata no Orochi, and his speed also improved. There is an improvement, but there is nothing else. You still have to run on two legs when you are going. This feels like your performance has suddenly dropped a lot.
On the busy street, an elderly stall owner quickly wrapped a pancake in oil paper and handed it to a customer. After taking the pancake, the customer glanced at the dirty Lin Xiaolu and muttered. : "Where is the smelly beggar coming from?" and left directly.
Lin Xiaolu glared at the guest, then lazily followed him and continued to look at the pancakes greedily.
The stall owner gave him a strange look, lowered his head and made pancakes silently, without any intention of giving him food for free. After all, there were so many beggars in the world, and this young man had a lot of hands and feet, and he was not in the mood for charity in his small business.
In the field, Lin Xiaolu continued to stare for a while, then couldn't help but stepped forward and spoke:
"Grandpa, I'll do some somersaults for you, and you can give me a pancake to eat."
The old man waved his hand impatiently, and Lin Xiaolu had no choice but to leave in frustration. As soon as he turned around, he saw a girl of about seventeen or eighteen years old, staring at him unblinkingly.
The girl was wearing a long dress, with delicate features, a pretty face, and her long hair was tied up high, making her look very dignified.
Lin Xiaolu was stunned for a moment when he saw the girl. He felt that the girl's features looked familiar, but he couldn't remember who it was.
He glanced at the girl twice and was about to leave directly, but the girl suddenly hesitated and said:
"Are you...Taoist Xiaolu?"
Lin Xiaolu:? ? ?
When he saw that this girl actually knew him, he was stunned for a moment:
"Who are you?"
In the field, the girl saw that it was really Lin Xiaolu, and her beautiful eyes were filled with surprise:
"Taoist Master Xiaolu, don't you recognize me? I am Wang Yun."
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In an elegant teahouse, Lin Xiaolu looked at the delicious food on the table, eating like a starving ghost, with rice grains on the corners of his mouth, while Wang Yun across the table looked at him with a smile.
"I haven't seen him for so many years, but Taoist Xiaolu is still so good at eating."
"Hahahaha, what a joke." Lin Xiaolu mumbled as he frantically shoveled rice into his mouth:
"Wang Yun, you have changed so much. I didn't even recognize you. You are actually married."
"Yes, I am already eighteen this year. It is too late to get married here."
After saying that, Wang Yun looked at Lin Xiaolu, who was still so handsome, and said with a red face: "Taoist Xiaolu is still so handsome, and has not changed at all, but Taoist Xiaolu, why are you so poor? You were so rich before. , when you bought my bacon, you gave my father an ingot of gold directly."
"Today is different from the past." Lin Xiaolu explained his decision to go to Quanzhen while chewing a duck leg. After that, he chatted with Wang Yun about his daily life.
I heard from Wang Yun that her husband-in-law was a wealthy businessman in the medicinal herb business. He was a good person and was very kind to her. They just got married last month.
To be honest, Wang Yun has changed a lot. Lin Xiaolu remembers that when he was thirteen years old, when he first met her when he went down the mountain, she was still a silly and annoying little girl. Now she looks much more mature, whether it is dressing up or talking. , every move including behavior is very dignified, making people feel very comfortable.
The young man was quite happy to see his old friend from childhood, and he chatted with Wang Yun for half an hour.
"If you have any difficulties in the future, you can come to Emei to see me at any time. I can tell you my name and it will work wherever you go."
In the middle of the street, Lin Xiaolu waved his hand in front of Wang Yun, who was now a married woman, said goodbye to her and turned to leave.
Wang Yun looked at the young man who gradually disappeared at the end of the street, smiled slightly, then turned and left.
She didn't take her words of going to Emei to seek help seriously, and this was indeed the last time she saw Lin Xiaolu. But what she didn't know was that many years later, her descendants would indeed be protected by Lin Xiaolu. , in Wugou’s words, this is a good karma.
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Quanzhen Realm, Mengguo County
Situ Zhong, the leader of Shushan, sat weakly on the chair, his right hand trembling.
Ye Qingluan looked at him and said worriedly: "Master Situ, how is your injury? Can you still recover?"
The white-haired Situ Zhong shook his head, his eyes filled with sadness.
Behind him were two chairs. Seated on them were Luo Zhongze, the head of the Dragon Gate who was blind and with blood-stained bandages on his eyes, and Zheng Chuan, the head of the Maoshan Mountains who was still in a coma.
As usual, Jiang Ning looked at the situation of these three elderly leaders, and her heart became more and more bitter.
At the beginning, both Master Zheng and Master Luo were injured, and Master Liu of Quanzhen fell on the spot, with his soul devoured by the Ghost Mother of All Spirits. Only Master Situ used the Nanming Lihuo Sword to forcibly support him at the cost of his life span. After a while, Datang and Emei finally came to support.
At this moment, the Ghost Mother of All Spirits and the Edao people have broken through the "Sword Realm" and completely controlled Quanzhen. Leader Ye said that if people like himself die in the hands of the Ghost Mother of All Spirits and their souls are absorbed by it, then it will most likely break through. When it reaches the realm of heaven and man, no one can really do anything about it.
But now she is no match at all. The Ghost Mother of All Spirits has absorbed so many souls, and her terrifying strength has completely exceeded her knowledge. When she and Ye Qingluan first came to Quanzhen half a month ago, they were far away I have seen the Ghost Mother of All Spirits, and they both concluded at the same time with just one glance - they can't be beaten!
The only hope now is that Kunlun is pacified. When the head of Kunlun or Shangguan is promoted, only he and the two can fight with them, otherwise...
In the field, Situ Zhong raised his trembling palms and said with his eyes showing the vicissitudes of life:
"Master Ye, Your Majesty Jiang Ning, are you laughing? The backlash from the Nanmingli Fire Sword is too great. I can no longer hold the sword with my current hand."
Hearing this, both women showed grief in their eyes, especially Ye Qingluan, who was even more embarrassed. Situ Zhong was her elder. When she was still a monk in the Dan Formation Realm, Situ Zhong was already a Nascent Soul, and he was well-known. The best swordsman in the world.
He is the oldest of the six great sects in China. He is older than Zhou Mo and Shangguan Sheng. He is a strong man of the same generation as Ye Qingluan's master. All the sects respect him. It is no exaggeration to say that, Both myself and Junior Brother Xiu grew up listening to his legend.
Legend has it that there was a sword cultivator with mediocre qualifications in Shushan. He had an upright nature and an upright spirit. After practicing swordsmanship for hundreds of years, he finally entered Taoism with the sword. He just practiced to the Nascent Soul realm with ordinary and extremely qualified qualifications. This is very rare in the history of China, and Situ Zhong At his peak, he single-handedly changed all the sects' views on Shushan sword cultivators.
Because of his unexpected birth, the sword cultivator in Shushan was not even called a sword cultivator, but was called a swordsman by the world!
For example, Japan's self-proclaimed sword master was far inferior to Situ Zhong in terms of swordsmanship.
But now, the former Shenzhou Sword Immortal can no longer even hold the sword. How can this not make people sigh and lament.
