A sharp sword light hit the sky, like a pair of scissors cutting through tissue paper, cutting open the sea of clouds. Even the wind and snow suddenly appeared under this collision, and there was a gap of one stick of incense. It was not until the sea of clouds came together again that the wind and snow continued to drift.
When the sword light reached a mountainous area, it was grabbed by a huge force and pulled down from the clouds.
After landing, the drunkard stabilized his body and quickly glanced around, only to find a person sitting under a tree not far away.
The corner of the drunkard's mouth twitched, and he had no choice but to walk towards the tree reluctantly.
The man under the tree didn't even raise his eyelids. He was just playing with the weed in his hand. "What's going on? Didn't I ask you to stay in Yunshuicheng and teach Xiaobai the art? Why did you run out and why? So anxious?"
This person was the old beggar who left Yunshui City and went to Dongyang City to express his condolences.
The drunkard casually threw out a pot of Yuzhu wine brought from Yaojiu Pavilion, took out another pot and sat next to the drunkard.
The old beggar took the jug, opened the lid and smelled it, "Good wine!"
Then the old beggar put away the jug and continued playing with the weeds in his hands.
Instead of pouring wine from a cup, the drunkard blew directly into the spout.
After taking a sip of wine, the drunkard spoke slowly: "You are allowed to leave Yunshui City to express condolences, but can't I leave to visit others?"
The old beggar was stunned for a moment, "Who is it? Xiaoyan? Are you going now? Isn't it a little too early?"
The drunkard shook his head, "Xiaoyan, when I realize the last two swords, I will go up the mountain to pick her up."
The old beggar glanced at him and said, "Is this your current state?"
"Now I can kill a mountain of ancestors with certainty and escape unscathed. The last two swords are just in case, lest Xiao Yanduo suffer undue disaster."
The old beggar raised his eyebrows, a little surprised, "Is your swordsmanship so powerful? Can you transcend two realms?"
The old beggar suddenly thought of something and corrected him: "No, you should have broken through again by then, and there is only one level left. But there are so many of them, how can you be sure of the last two swords?"
The drunkard nodded, his face full of determination, "You have to pay a price, but it's worth it for Xiaoyan."
The old beggar curled his lips. The sour smell of love really doesn't smell good!
The old beggar came to his senses and said, "Since you are not going to pick up Xiaoyan, then why are you going? You can't go to see that arrogant and domineering Xiaonizi, right?"
The drunkard looked sideways at the old beggar and said, "I won't do anything I'm not sure about. I can't beat her now."
The old beggar chuckled and said: "It's you, you can say such things so confidently. None of these, then what else can you be so anxious about?"
The drunkard raised his head and took another sip of wine, looking into the distance, "I want to go back to the clan."
The old beggar looked strange, "Just woke up?"
The drunkard shook his head, "I'm serious, I'm not kidding."
The old beggar chuckled and said: "Back then, I suffered so many grievances in the clan and had such a quarrel. Now I am so idle that I want to go back and eat cold nails?"
The drunkard's face turned gloomy, "The heavenly dog bites the stars but not the moon. Dark clouds cover the eyes of the old man. If the yearly star violates the rules, disaster will befall you and your life will be short. This is the prophecy said by Taoist Qiu."
The old beggar was moved in his heart, but he still comforted him: "Young man Qiu is just a fool, a guy who can't spit out ivory from a dog's mouth. He doesn't think anything he says, so don't take it too seriously."
There was sadness in the drunkard's eyes, "Taoist Qiu calculated it through divination, it's not nonsense."
The old beggar finally became serious.
Although Qiu Zizai usually looks like a carefree person, but in terms of real ability, this guy still has two skills. In particular, Qiu Zizai can be regarded as a master of Samadhi in Kan Yu Shu.
After all, who came out of that mountain with inferior means?
The old beggar sighed, "Is it the old man?"
The drunkard nodded, "It's close to ten, it should be."
"Then I won't stop you and go quickly. Do you need me to give you a ride?"
"It's what I asked for."
The old beggar nodded and stood up immediately.
The drunkard took out a few more frogs woven from weeds and handed them to the old beggar, "Xiao Bai made these. I brought them to you."
The old beggar took the weed frog and kept looking at it. Finally he couldn't help but laugh out loud, "It's really well done. It's lifelike and lifelike."
The old beggar finally returned the weed frog to the drunkard, "Let Xiaobai keep it well, I don't need this anymore."
The drunkard looked complicated, but still said nothing.
"Let's go, don't have any regrets." The old beggar smiled casually, with a nonchalant expression on his face, "There must be a way for a car to reach the mountain, and a straight path for a boat to the bridge. I have lived for such a long time, how can I still not have some means to save my life? ? Don’t worry, it’s okay.”
The drunkard had no choice but to nod.
The old beggar stretched himself, and his whole body trembled like chaff, as if he wanted to shake the dirt out of his body.
The old beggar glanced at the drunkard and said, "Are you ready?"
The drunkard nodded.
"Let's go!"
The old beggar put his hands behind the drunkard, and then pushed forward with all his strength. The latter's figure suddenly flew out like a shooting star, and disappeared from sight in an instant.
The old beggar covered his eyebrows with his hands, looked at the direction in which the drunkard was leaving, and chuckled, "It's better to be young, confident and energetic!"
Looking at the weed in his hand that was almost rotten after tossing for a long time, the old beggar couldn't help but smile bitterly: "It has to be a novice. If you don't have ideas and talent, you really can't do this."
The old beggar threw away the weeds, put his hands behind his back, and looked at the sky.
The moment the weeds fell to the ground, the old beggar suddenly disappeared, and the weeds turned into powder and dispersed.
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On the shore of a lake, there was an old man sitting cross-legged, fishing with squinted eyes.
Even though the sky is covered with snow and the whole world is filled with white, the old man still remains unmoved.
The old man is covered with fur, the green hills are white-headed, and it seems that the birds are chirping slowly, but no one is doing anything.
A little starlight flashed in the distance, and a figure came to the old man's side in an instant, with a face full of exhaustion and sadness.
The drunkard took out a big cloak and gently put it on the old man. His eyes were even more sad, "Grandpa, it's getting cold. Go back."
The old man was unmoved and just said slowly: "Do you still know that you are coming back? You haven't seen grandpa for so many years. What day is it today? Why did Lin Dajianxian suddenly come back?"
His tone was full of complaints.
The drunkard looked at the old man who looked energetic on the outside, but his eyes were like candles in the wind, with only a little bit of vitality left that was dying, and he couldn't help but feel a pain in his heart, "I was wrong."
The old man shook his head, "What happened back then was Grandpa's fault. It was Grandpa's indecisiveness that failed to save you and Xiaoyan. It was the family's fault and Grandpa's fault. Grandpa should apologize to you."
The drunkard's face was full of bitterness, and he shook his head and said: "I have never blamed grandpa. What happened back then was the fault of those who were ignorant."
"Grandpa was also confused back then." The old man laughed loudly.
The drunkard wiped his face and quickly changed the subject, "Grandpa, you are going to be a grandpa!"
The old man was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Xiaoyan is here?"
"Maybe it was there back then, and it should be quite old now." When he mentioned this, the drunkard's face was both happy and sad. "I also hope grandpa can help me come up with a name."
"sure?"
The drunkard nodded quickly and said, "It was Taoist Qiu who said it himself. It's nine out of ten! Besides, Grandpa, it will be a matter of time for you to come up with the name. It's better to do it now while it's hot."
The old man smiled slightly: "You, the father, will choose your name yourself. As for the name, grandpa has already chosen it a long time ago. There are several of them, just waiting for you to choose."
As he spoke, the old man took out a slightly yellowed piece of paper and quickly put it into the drunkard's hand, fearing that it would be blown away by the strong wind.
The drunkard pinched the yellowed note that still had the body temperature of the old man in his hand, and his nose felt sore.
When they were about to say something more, a group of people came behind the two of them without knowing it, with different expressions.
The drunkard stood up suddenly and stared at the group of people. His eyes soon became bloodshot and his eyes were about to burst.
The aura on his body also became extremely chilling.
When he fought against the skinny old man on Oriole Road in Yunshui City, his murderous intent was far less intense than at this time.
This is truly murderous.
The old man faced the icy lake, his back to everyone, and remained motionless, ignoring the people and things behind him.
Because he knew what happened back then and it was time to put an end to it.
But the good thing is that his beloved grandson is back and has become so promising that he will become a great-grandfather.
fine.
That's good.
It doesn't get any better than this.
[Chapter 100, thank you all for accompanying me! 】
