"At home, we rely on our parents, and when we go out, we rely on our friends. Dear fellow villagers, the seven of us are visitors from a foreign land. We passed by here. Unfortunately, we ran out of money and had to perform here. If you have money, please buy a show and if you don't have money, please support yourself. …”
In a market in a certain town in Chu State, a group of Jianghu entertainers were performing.
High-altitude ladder flips, high-speed rotations, wearing iron pipes, crushing large rocks on the chest...
The onlookers exclaimed from time to time and generously threw in copper coins and even pieces of silver.
In any town, it is not difficult to see people performing on the streets. There is nothing new in the performance content of this team, but it happens to be extremely popular.
Because the performers are all old people, no one is under sixty years old.
Some have white hair but strong bodies, and some have wrinkled faces but extraordinary temperament. Although an old woman is over sixty years old, it is not difficult to see that she had a good appearance when she was young.
Such a special busking team attracted many people to stop. Even some skilled warriors would applaud such a small trick as breaking large rocks.
After all the performances were over, the performers clasped their fists in thanks and the crowd gradually dispersed. The artists talked while packing various items.
"I just heard someone say that new people have entered the Tomb of the Living?" The speaker was a very old man in gray clothes, a performer who had just had his chest broken.
"Well, he is the commander-in-chief of the Qing Kingdom's Western Border Army. It is said that Emperor Qing vomited blood that day." The person who answered the call was a relatively younger old man in green clothes. He continued to spin a cup of tea at high speed to welcome the crowd.
"When the Minister of the Ministry of Finance went to the Tomb of the Living Man two months ago, didn't the unlucky emperor just vomit? He is so old, he will not die immediately." Another old Taoist priest interrupted, teasing the two just The performing bird.
"I don't know, but even if he dies, Emperor Qi will still be with him. Now the imperial doctor has lived in the palace, and he has to go to treat him from time to time."
This is a stout old man in black. He has just wielded a big sword, and he is very handsome.
"It is estimated that he will be treated again soon. The Sunflower Sect established by Eunuch Qi has two more elders. If there are no accidents, they are probably ministers in the court. The godson of Mr. Yuan is getting more and more. Sigh."
A thin old man appeared to be a bit chatty. His mouth was not idle when he was spinning the plate with a rapier.
"What the people of Qing and Qi are doing has become increasingly unclear over the years." The old woman was not very talkative and just sighed with emotion.
"They are not the only ones who are incomprehensible, but there are also the four new sects. There are two sects from the Wei State and two from the Liang State. They don't do serious things and only specialize in tomb robbery. I remember that Wei and Liang are sworn enemies. They just attacked Siyin Mountain three years ago. War, why are they all mixed together now?"
"Maybe it was because of the battle at Siyin Mountain that the founders of the four major tomb robbing sects were said to have participated. Originally, they had established their sects long ago and became the top ten famous masters. But in the end, they set up another sect and started tomb robbing business."
"Isn't it the same with Sun Sihai and Eunuch Qi? They are both among the top ten masters."
"There are talented people in the world, and the ten great masters have passed away. The most famous one now is probably Yan Chixia. She never participated in the disputes in the world, but she seems to have dealt with the dead..."
"Speaking of dead people, too many people have died in Siyin Mountain. It is said that ghosts are crying and wolf howling now, and you can see will-o'-the-wisps at night. But no one dares to get close, they all look at it from a distance."
"These Jianghu people in Qingzhou are also interesting now. It seems that few of them are dealing with people, and all of them are doing it with ghosts..."
It seemed like just ordinary gossip, but there was something extraordinary about his movements. Even the gossip that is often heard in the streets and alleys, when spoken from the mouths of these people, they have a special air.
After a while, the class leader who had been silent until now spoke, looking a little impatient.
"Don't you all feel that you are too idle and always have nothing to discuss about what to do? You really think you are still a big shot, here to give advice one by one."
Several people stopped talking and laughed in unison.
"Class Leader Xu, you are becoming more and more like a class leader. You guys have to take care of the nonsense these guys are talking about."
"That's right. Besides, these aren't secrets, so they're nothing like guidance."
"We really want to talk about Qianzhou. We can't go back..."
I don’t know who said something that shouldn’t be mentioned, and everyone fell silent for a moment.
They are strangers in Qingzhou in the Northern Territory. Di Sheng Qianzhou is their home.
When they just left, everyone was in high spirits. The leader of the seven major sects, what a glorious sight.
Xu Chuping, the owner of Liejian Villa, Hou Zhen, the head of Thirteenth Wood, Song Yueyao, the owner of Yueyue Palace, Huang Songzi, the owner of White Crane Sect, Yan Zhen, the leader of Beihai Sword Sect, Hu Fei, the leader of Huiyan Yidao style, and Chu Ye, the owner of Qingyi Building .
But now, there are six bad old men and one old lady.
"It's been thirty-six years, and I really want to go back and have a look. I don't want the scenery of the past, I just want to be buried in my hometown..."
Hou Zhen, the head of Thirteenth Wood, is the oldest in the team. He no longer has the domineering spirit of the past, but only the homesickness of an aging old man.
"If you can't go back, you can't go back. It's not like you have no relatives here. When you die one day, I will send you a funeral." The speaker was Chu Ye, the owner of Qingyi Building, who was now in his sixtieth year. Holding Mr. Hou's shoulders, his eyes were considerate and gentle.
The old master's eyes turned red, and he patted the host's hand. The two looked at each other in friendship, with unlimited affection.
"Actually, it doesn't matter if you don't go back." Song Yueyao, the master of Yaoyue Palace, glanced at Xu Chuping, the master of Liejian Villa. "As long as we are together, we are home wherever we are."
Zhuangzhu Xu's eyes softened and he sighed softly. "Yes, I should let it go. To have you by my side in this life, I shouldn't ask for more."
Enemies for generations have turned into close friends, and the owner of the village and the palace are spreading dog food. Although it has long been commonplace for others, they still can't help but feel like they have lived in two lifetimes.
The seven people were lamenting their lives here, when a voice suddenly interrupted.
"Things in the world are ever-changing. I didn't expect that a few of them have realized the true meaning. It seems a bit unnecessary for me to come here."
Several people were stunned, and then they realized that someone else had appeared. No one noticed when this person appeared, as if he was there from the beginning.
Taking a closer look, all seven of them were trembling.
Either fear or excitement...no one can stabilize their mentality.
"Immortal Lord..."
I don't know which one took the lead, or maybe it was all at the same time. The seven of them knelt on the ground with their foreheads pressed to the ground without daring to raise their heads.
Lord of Penglai!
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Jianghu artists travel in the market, performing magic tricks to guide people. There are seven people who are more than sixty, and they can still show off their skills and break stones. The crowd cheered and praised, but the artistic ones lamented. The public only sees the happiness and does not know the pain in the heart.
"Qianzhou Menghualu"
