Between Heavenly Prison and Mojian Cliff, there was of course the emperor that he had seen at the foot of the cliff that day.
Lu Xiaoer probably thought of this, after all, in order to prevent the emperor from going up the cliff that day, his uncle let go of the umbrella in front of him, causing a brief moment of wind and snow.
The young boy looked at the silent Nan Dao, hesitated a little, and said, "Could it be related to His Majesty whom I met that day?"
You Chunshan on the side was obviously shocked.
"Have you met His Majesty?"
Nan Dao nodded and said calmly: "I met him once when we were under the cliff."
The little boy murmured there: "If it is Your Majesty, why do you do this?"
Your Majesty certainly has many options.
Rather than just leaving a Heavenly Prison Sword Cultivator who came for unknown reasons.
Nan Dao was also deep in thought, but when his eyes glanced at the Taoist beside him, he suddenly remembered something else.
The young man under the umbrella was stunned for a moment, then looked at Lu Xiaoer and said, "Senior Brother Chen, did you become a disciple of Qingtian Dao?"
Lu Xiaoer was also stunned for a moment, and then looked at the Taoist beside him, and suddenly understood something.
"Yes."
That day by the stream, the two of them did not avoid talking to others.
Therefore, Lu Xiaoer naturally knew that Chen Huaifeng was here for Zhang Xiaoyu.
And this Taoist who seemed to be Qingtian Dao had the wounds from Zhang Xiaoyu's Karma Sword.
These two things probably have nothing to do with each other. The only thing they have in common is why they appear here.
But it was precisely because of this that Nan Dao suddenly remembered these things.
You Chunshan was a little confused on the side. He didn't know why the two of them talked about the sword cultivator back then.
"So probably as long as we find Senior Brother Chen Huaifeng, we will be able to know the reason why this Taoist appears."
Nan Dao said softly.
You Chunshan understood something now. He looked at the Taoist and said, "So he is related to the sword cultivator uncle from that day?"
Nan Dao nodded.
You Chunshan brought the almost grilled fish to his mouth, chewing on it and said with a smile on his face, "That's good, I don't have to carry it around at last."
Nan Dao remembered something, looked at You Chunshan and said with a smile: "Besides, Senior Brother Chen is probably a rich man, so you probably won't owe anything in remuneration."
You Chunshan was greatly encouraged. After finishing the fish in two or two mouthfuls, he stood up in the dusk and said, "Then let's go find him now."
But Lu Xiaoer and Nan Dao were sitting there quietly.
You Chunshan looked at the two of them blankly.
"Why don't you leave?"
Lu Xiaoer looked up at You Chunshan and said, "Do you know where that uncle is now?"
You Chunshan sat down again in silence.
Nan Dao said softly: "Moreover, Senior Brother Chen came to the East China Sea for Zhang Xiaoyu. This Taoist suffered such a serious injury. I'm afraid Senior Brother Chen will not be much better."
You Chunshan said in shock: "You mean that uncle might have suddenly fallen down and knocked over someone else's fish hotpot?"
Although this is a deliberately naive statement.
But the meaning is certainly not bad.
Nan Dao and Lu Xiaoer both looked solemn.
After a long time, the young man under the umbrella stood up and looked at the small town in front of him with smoke curling up from the kitchen stove.
"Let's go there first and see if we can get some news."
Lu Xiaoer also stood up with his sword in his arms. You Chunshan waited until the two of them waded across the stream and walked for a while before they realized what they were doing and hurriedly hung the wooden sword around his neck. The Taoist picked it up and chased the two of them.
...
People in the East China Sea probably didn't want to mention anything related to swords for a long time.
Even if this is a large area of the world where Jianya is located.
But fortunately, two teenagers with swords won't make people think too much.
As for the other young man, he was carrying a wooden sword and an unconscious Taoist priest on his back. The three of them looked strange, and probably only Lu Xiaoer looked like a normal person.
So when everyone settled in the small town that was about to leave the East China Sea, it attracted the attention of many people in the town.
There are quite a few remnants of Qiankun Taoism left here, and they should be the things the two teenagers saw in the dusk after their fight with Zhang Xiaoyu.
Nan Dao stood by the window and looked up, but when he saw those Tao skills, he thought of the first swordsmanship master he saw in the world.
The sword cultivator in white clothes in the Jianzong Garden, having a big dream with peach blossoms on his pillow.
Of course Cong Ren will die.
This is no surprise.
Even if he turned into a demon and lived for more than a thousand years.
But people in the world can only pursue immortality rather than eternal life.
Of course, as long as people live, they will die.
Nan Dao looked at it for a long time, and then sat down by the window again.
Although You Chunshan ate a piece of grilled fish, he was probably still very hungry, so he took Lu Xiaoer out to look for food and inquire about the news.
Nan Dao stayed alone in the room, thinking about many things.
For example, he still doesn't know why the sword cultivator in white wanted to help him.
It's just that this young man thought about it for a long time, but suddenly he couldn't remember what he said to Cong Ren in the Jianzong Garden.
Although some things had been cut off by Cao Weiying with scissors a long time ago.
But I know that when I think about it, I will feel like this.
Those brief stories related to Cong Ren are like a dream in the spring breeze following the death of that swordsman. When the wind blows at dawn, a pool of peach blossoms scattered around.
Nan Dao sat facing the small window for a long time.
The door behind him opened.
"Uncle Master seems to be practicing again. How about we go out for a while?"
This is You Chunshan’s voice.
Naturally, Nan Dao was just in a daze, so he turned his head, looked at the two of them and said, "You guys came back so soon?"
You Chunshan came over with some food in his hand, put it next to Nan Dao, and said, "No, we just went to buy some food, and we brought some back for our uncle."
Lu Xiaoer held his sword at the door and said softly: "But I didn't hear any useful news along the way. People in the town were scolding Your Majesty and the sword scene in March. Senior Cong Ren.”
If you do something wrong, of course you deserve to be scolded.
Nan Dao didn't say anything. He nodded, looked at the two people who were about to go out again, and said, "Bring a bottle of wine when you come back."
Lu Xiaoer said: "Okay."
The door was closed again.
Nan Dao looked at the food on the side, but he didn't refuse You Chunshan's kindness, so he sat by the window and started eating.
Just like what I thought when I listened to Fengtai.
Of course, practicing is boring.
Maybe eating some delicious food from this world will make you feel better.
So the flowers in the divine sea also withered happily, turning into Tao fruits one by one.
The boy has been very diligent during this period.
The originally empty divine seas had filled up again. Peach Blossom walked out of the snow-stormed thatched cottage and was standing quietly by the vitality streams.
The young man who had finished his meal also appeared here holding an umbrella and carrying a sword.
"Do you remember the story about Cong Ren?"
Nan Dao asked, looking at Tao Hua.
Taohua shook her head calmly and said, "I forgot."
Probably even if she is a peach blossom, she only remembers those words from the beginning: "Hold your umbrella, boy."
Nan Dao quietly looked at the isolated islands of vitality and the glimmer of light filling the divine sea, and said softly: "But I always feel that my ability to reach this point is probably inseparable from that sword cultivator."
The young man still remembers that man saying that he was not allowed to call him senior.
So the young boy was talking about Senior Cong Ren, while Nan Dao was just talking about Cong Ren.
Taohua did not deny it, but said calmly: "Everyone in any situation is related to everyone they meet in their life. It's not just people, you are standing on the roadside, maybe a wind blows, There are thousands of possible changes."
"Obsessing on kindness and adhering to hatred are both meaningless things."
The man in white clothes with a peach blossom face turned to face Nandao.
"You have only one old friend and only one enemy, and that's me."
"It's also you."
Nan Dao stood there quietly.
Taohua continued: "So sometimes, when you were in a coma, some of the things that little swordsman from Lingnan was talking about actually seemed right to me."
Nan Dao finally heard Tao Hua tell some stories about when he was in coma, and said curiously: "What is that?"
Taohua said softly: "No worries, no illness and no disaster."
This was the most pious prayer of that little Lingnan sword cultivator.
Nan Dao lowered his head quietly.
For some reason, this young man felt that his eye sockets were swollen, as if his eyes were getting bigger, as if his eyelids were thickening, and he was holding up a lot of things.
So astringent.
Yes.
This young man has been sincerely saying that he is a Lingnan sword cultivator. Naturally, it is not only because Lingnan has helped him a lot, but also because of the existence of such a small sword cultivator.
Nan Dao looked down at the streams of vitality for a long time. Some things were gathering towards the divine sea and slowly taking shape, like a glimmer of light or a stream of air.
The young man's eyes followed him all the way, and then he maintained that posture of looking up for a long time.
"So in the end, I have to forget even my senior sister?"
Taohua did not answer such a question, but looked at the boy for a long time.
Probably the answer is yes.
...
There are many people talking nonsense in the wine shop. If there is too much nonsense, there will be some news from all directions.
Although the young boy was not very drunk, he still stayed there and sat with You Chunshan looking at each other in order to inquire about the news.
The two of them had finished two plates of peanuts, and the wine hadn't touched much yet.
"What are you looking at me for?"
Lu Xiaoer asked shamelessly, ignoring the wine in the glass.
You Chunshan was silent for a long time and said, "I want to see when you can finish this glass of wine."
Lu Xiaoer sneered.
"Don't talk about me, look at yourself first."
You Chunshan said confidently: "I have always been unlucky. When I am sober, I can get up by myself even if I fall. But if I drink too much, what if I fall over and cover myself in vomit?"
Lu Xiaoer was speechless.
It is probably not recommended for people who are not good drinkers to drink alone.
If he dies, no one will know.
It's just two people who are not good drinkers getting together, and neither of them dares to drink more.
What if we all drank too much and choked ourselves to death together.
Even if only one of them is muffled to death, the other one will have to live with guilt for the rest of his life?
So the eldest brother of the two stopped laughing at the second brother and started eating peanuts.
Even the waiter in the shop came over with a confused look on his face, looked at the two of them and asked, "What's wrong with you two guests? Is my wine not good enough?"
"..."
You Chunshan said without changing his expression: "We are waiting for someone."
Such a sentence, coupled with a young boy carrying an extremely unusual sword and a young man carrying a wooden sword, are obviously enough to form a very mysterious Jianghu story.
The waiter didn't ask any questions. Seeing that they liked peanuts, he ordered two more plates.
It's just probably very ironic.
Naturally, you have to do a full set of performances.
Probably out of curiosity about who the two of them were waiting for, the waiter looked over here from time to time.
Lu Xiaoer and the others listened for a long time but didn't hear anything useful, so after finishing four plates of peanuts, they planned to leave.
But before leaving, the young boy looked at You Chunshan seriously and whispered.
"Hurry up and say something."
You Chunshan was stunned for a moment, then reacted, glanced at the waiter, raised his glass and took a sip, then held his sword and sighed.
"The guest has been waiting for a long time. He probably doesn't dare to come. Let's go."
"good."
Then the two of them turned around and walked out very neatly.
All that was left was the waiter who looked confused and felt like something was wrong.
When we walked out of the wine shop, it was already dark in the town. The East China Sea was not as tall as the mountains in the south, and the starry sky was unobstructed. For a young boy, it was naturally a different kind of scenery.
Coupled with being a little drunk, the two of them held a bottle of wine, supported each other, and walked slowly down the street, somewhat swaying.
I vaguely seemed to hear something. Could it be that these two people should be at the same table with dogs?
.......
"It's probably none of your business if they sit at the table with dogs."
Le Chaotian said without looking back.
The Taoist was looking at the stars in the sky. He didn't know what he was thinking. Naturally, he didn't look in the direction Lu Xiaosan pointed.
The young boy carrying the gourd looked at the swaying figure blurring away in the night, and said with a smile: "But it has something to do with you, Uncle Master. Aren't you also at the dog's table?"
Le Chaotian turned back and looked at the young boy silently.
"Then you still have to be under the dog's table."
Song Guo looked at the two people who could compete on such a thing in silence.
"Then you might as well go in and have a drink."
Le Chaotian and Lu Xiaosan turned their heads in a tacit understanding.
"The stars are so bright today."
"Yes, yes."
...
Lu Xiaoer looked back and seemed to vaguely see a young boy carrying a sword and a gourd.
I thought to myself that this seems to be much more handsome than carrying a sword on my back.
The somewhat drunk young boy raised his hand to pat You Chunshan aside, but the shot was in vain. When he lowered his head, he saw that the unlucky man was already lying on the ground on the long flat street, and was vomiting there.
Because the wine was bought for Nandao, it was naturally a stronger one.
Even though the two of them didn't drink much, they were still in a daze after they stood up and gradually became more drunk.
The little boy stretched out his hand to pull the unfortunate guy, but he stepped on You Chunshan's ankle and fell down with a plop.
Lu Xiaoer looked at You Chunshan lying in a pile of vomit and thought, now he really has to live with guilt for the rest of his life.
Fortunately, the young boy was also a sword cultivator in the Knowledge of Water Realm. After the dazed wave of drunkenness passed for a while, he came to his senses and activated the vitality in his body to resolve the drunkenness, until he was covered in sweat all over his face. After flushing, the little boy felt a lot more comfortable, so he pulled the unfortunate guy up.
The two of them sat on the street, feeling a little more awake when the night wind blew them.
Lu Xiaoer suddenly remembered and lay on the ground looking around.
"What are you looking for?"
"The wine I brought for my uncle is missing."
Lu Xiaoer just finished speaking and was stunned for a moment. When he raised his head, he saw a young man holding an umbrella and drinking a bottle of wine.
"Uncle Master, when did you come?"
Lu Xiaoer asked in confusion.
Nan Dao said helplessly: "Just now you were swaying there."
"All right."
Lu Xiaoer felt very ashamed.
Sure enough, drinking caused trouble. Next time he drinks, Lu Xiaoer will be just like a dog like Lu Xiaosan.
When the young boy was reflecting on himself, he discovered that You Chunshan, who had been sitting on the edge of the street, started to crawl all over the ground again.
"What are you looking for?"
Lu Xiaoer asked with a puzzled look on his face.
You Chunshan said without raising his head: "The wine I brought...for Uncle Master is gone."
"..."
Nan Dao looked at the two of them helplessly.
Why are the people I meet so drunk?
In fact, it's not that everyone you meet is a bad drinker, it's just that people with a poor drinker are more likely to be remembered for stupid things.
For example, the young man naturally cannot remember the prime minister, Cong Ren, or the people named Ying.
Those are probably all people who have not yet swallowed the sea of whales and have lost their sword energy.
Lu Xiaoer helped You Chunshan up.
"There's no need to look for it, our uncle has already come to find us."
Nan Dao appeared here, naturally because he remembered that Lu Xiaoer had a moderate drinking capacity and went to buy wine. He didn't come back for a long time, so he went out to look for it.
After all, if something happens to Lu Xiaoer, Nandao doesn't know how to face Lu Xiaoxiao in the future.
Although few practitioners are willing to hangover, fortunately, the young boy has made an exception to use his vitality to relieve the hangover, so there will be no scene of the boy under the umbrella dragging the two of them back with difficulty.
The three of them walked slowly towards the inn.
But when the young man under the umbrella pushed open the door of the inn, he remained silent.
Lu Xiaoer stretched his head and looked in with some confusion.
There is nothing inside.
So the young boy raised his head and looked at his uncle, and when he was about to ask if he had any questions, he suddenly reacted slowly, with a clearly surprised look on his face.
Naturally, it’s the absence of something that makes it look weird.
Where is the unconscious Taoist?
The young boy let go of You Chunshan, who was still drunk, and held the sword behind him.
