After cursing, the old man slumped against the wall, his eyes blurred with drunkenness, and he gasped, "Tell me, what kind of book are you looking for? The old man wants to meet the goddess after drinking, so don't waste your fucking time."
"There are tens of millions of books stored here. Does this old man know what kind of books I want?"
Xu Yi has been observing the old man. His skin and flesh are sagging, his muscles and bones are old, and his energy and blood are weak. He is clearly a decrepit old man who is an alcoholic and is not a martial artist at all.
The old man opened his drunken eyes slightly and glanced at Xu Yi, "There's so much nonsense, that's all. If you haven't thought about it, just think about it slowly. The old man needs to sleep first."
After saying that, he narrowed his eyes and his slumped body fell softly on the straw mat. In an instant, thunderous snoring could be heard.
Xu Yi smiled slightly and took out a blue and white wine jar in his hand. Then he tore open the cover. The old man stood up straight like a zombie upon hearing the thunder and snatched Xu Yi's wine jar with his hands.
Xu Yi shook his head slightly and let Jiang come over.
The old man's head was jumping anxiously, his skin-covered old eyes were wide open, and there was an astonishing look in his eyes, "Bamboo Leaf Green, thirty-year-old Bamboo Leaf Green, the best wine, compared with this Bamboo Leaf Green, this five taels of silver a jar of flower carvings , it’s white water, give it to me, give it to me..."
This bamboo leaf green is one of Xu Yi's daily supplies. In addition to this, he also has a lot of salt, spices, rice, and cooked meat in his Sumeru Ring.
For him, practice is a way to gain powerful power. If practice is compared to a lonely and hard climb to the top, the daily necessities in the Sumeru Ring are the few things he has brought with him on this lonely journey. Lots of bright colors.
He was not good at drinking wine, but he remembered Master Zhou's preference. Master Zhou's favorite bamboo leaf green was always available in the Xumi Ring.
But he said that the old man was so enthusiastic that Xu Yi passed the wine jar without taking Qiao. However, the old man was no longer anxious and carefully hugged the wine jar as if he were holding a treasure in the world.
He does not pour it into his mouth. Instead, he stuck out his tongue long and licked deeply into the wine jar. His snow-white whiskers trembled wildly in the air, as if the drink was not wine. Instead he took the elixir.
Xu Yi didn't rush him and sat down on the mat cross-legged.
Although he was not a drinking buddy, he became acquainted with Master Zhou through drinking, and he was well aware of the nature of those who love drinking and become obsessed with it.
In the time it took the old man to finish a jar and a half of wine, he licked three times in the blue and white wine jar. Still not satisfied, he sealed the wine skin and sat down against the wall, his face glowing red and his whole body full of energy.
"Tell me, what exactly do you want to ask? In fact, if you don't drink your Huadiao, my old man will help you, but with you, I owe you a favor. My old man has always been I have a clear sense of grudges and I don’t like to owe others favors.”
The old man lowered his head and stroked the blue and white wine jar, and said casually.
Xu Yi cupped his fists and said, "Senior is so happy that I won't stop talking nonsense. I would like to ask senior to have a frank talk."
"I said I would help you, why bother talking nonsense."
As he spoke, the old man raised his head, and his eyes finally focused on Xu Yi's face.
Xu Yi said. "Senior, at first glance, he is a master from this world. Why bother pretending to be an ordinary person? Being able to memorize this vast catalog of books and contents is truly a moving treasure house. Such a gifted talent really makes the younger generation admire him."
"You are really different. The old man hasn't thought about chatting with anyone for a long time."
The old man put down the wine jar in his hand and sat cross-legged. "Tell me what you saw. If it interests the old man, I can chat with you."
Xu Yi smiled and said, "Then the junior dared to talk. Just now, the junior shared the Huadiao wine with the senior. The senior opened his mouth and asked the junior what kind of books he wanted. It was obvious that he knew a lot about the collection of books here. This understanding was not just about the bibliography. The understanding, but the mastery of the content, at least the content system of the major categories of bibliographies has been deeply engraved in the minds of the seniors, otherwise the seniors would never have such magnanimity."
"Just imagine, if the seniors can only point out where the books in certain fields are, and they can solve this problem by themselves just by looking through the catalog of books in the library and spending a little effort, the seniors here will not have such relief. position.”
The old man looked up to the sky and laughed, "Without his status, the old man is so poor and on the verge of decay, how can he still have status?"
Xu Yi pointed to the sky and said, "Senior, please look at this. The dome is made of starry stone, the floor is made of Qiu Huai jade, the golden pillars are made of dragons, and flying phoenixes patrol the sky. Even the patterns on the shelves are carved by skilled craftsmen. Look at it again, senior , you are not going to starve to death even if you sit under the Sanyuan Bridge in this outfit."
"You appeared in this majestic and splendid royal library with such a shabby appearance, but you were not expelled. The patrolling guards in royal robes seemed to be missing. Such a contrast, how could it not be a reflection of status."
The old man opened the seal of Huadiao's wine, took a sip, and said sadly, "I had a dream for sixty years. The bridge was in the Old Covenant. Is the haggis restaurant next to the Sanyuan Bridge still there? The chef Zhang Hao'er's lameness is better. Is it done?"
Xu Yi was startled and said, "I didn't expect that seniors also love that haggis restaurant, but the chefs are two elderly couples, and there is no lame one."
"Oh, it's been sixty years. The little boy who was the chief executive back then is getting old by now."
The old man's whole body was filled with a kind of melancholy, as if the past was like smoke.
Xu Yi meditated on Old Cangtou's poem and said calmly, "The spring waves are green under the sad bridge. Once, the shadow of a startled tiger came. Time passes like water, and everything is swept away by the waves. What's the harm in cherishing the sound of the word?"
"The spring waves under the sad bridge are green, and the shadow of the startling dragon once came."
The old man chewed carefully and said, "Whoever wrote this poem must be confused." After praising him, he took another sip. Suddenly, his eyes focused on Xu Yi's face, "I am just a rough poem, and you can To be able to follow up with such a sentence and have the ability to penetrate people's hearts is no small feat. How old are you?"
"The junior will be the weakest!"
"What a realm!"
"Senior, observe yourself!"
Xu Yi clenched his fist and punched hard, causing a strong sonic boom.
Although he can't knock out the true energy, he can stimulate the blood energy, and check the realm below the condensation liquid by observing the blood energy.
"Later stage of condensation! This, how is this possible!"
The old man finally changed his color and looked at Xu Yi blankly, "Ji Jiu, at such a weak age, you will never reach this level. Are you a genius?"
Xu Yi revealed his realm just to improve himself. He knew very well that the old man in front of him was definitely not an ordinary person. If he wanted something from an extraordinary person, he had to be an extraordinary person first.
Extraordinary transactions can often only be carried out between extraordinary people.
However, Xu Yi himself did not expect how he could achieve the state of the late stage of condensation. He obviously failed to condense evil and formed a resentment. Even if it was a false complaint, the viscosity of his blood now is at most the same as that of the early stage of condensation. Wuer, how did he achieve the late stage of liquid condensation in his life? To be continued.
