Hidden Blade Chapter 58: The road is still here

"Mr. Wei, what happened to Xiaohan?" In the inn in Dingman City, Chu Qiuli looked at the young man who was unconscious on the bed with a frown, and asked the old man beside him.

Originally eating delicious meals cooked by Chu Qiuli himself, watching the lion dance team on the bustling street outside the inn to celebrate the arrival of the New Year, everyone was very uncomfortable.

Even the faintly separated Huma and others became acquainted with Chu Qiuli after a few glasses of wine.

But when Mr. Wei returned to the inn with Xu Han, who was unconscious, and Zhen Yue, who was obviously injured, the comfort disappeared.

Mr. Wei, who heard this question, raised his head and glanced at Chu Qiuli and the people behind him who were also concerned, and said: "It's not a big problem, tomorrow will be sober..."

Mr. Wei is still quite prestigious among the people, and after getting his answer, the people's hanging mental arithmetic was put down, but after that, Chu Qiuli asked again: "It's good, how can Xiaohan Will you be unconscious?"

As soon as this problem came up, everyone looked at Mr. Wei again.

But this time Mr. Wei turned his head and didn't mean to answer.

When everyone saw this, they didn’t dare to say much, they could only look to Zhen Yue, who was stunned and wondering what she was thinking. Of course, she knew that some things could be said, and some things could be said, and should not be said. She said, so she lowered her head at that time, avoiding the gaze from everyone.

So the matter was over.

Although Mr. Wei said that Xu Han will wake up tomorrow, Chu Qiuli, who has always been alcoholic and current, is not at ease. He insists on staying and looking after Xu Han. In his words, "Even if Xiaohan is fine, it will take a long time to sleep. Something to eat and some hot water, I can also help with one or two by the side."

Seeing that Chu Qiuli had said this for this reason, everyone was naturally unwilling to persuade them, so they left the door of Xu Han's room one after another.

......

The inn chosen by the people was not big. There was a group of more than ten people. Almost all the guest rooms of this small inn were packed. Everyone rested, and the whole inn was quiet at that time. .

The same goes for Mr. Wei's door.

The only difference is that the old man didn't fall asleep. He stood tremblingly from the bed and walked to the big wooden box on the side.

He walked extremely slowly during the whole process, and the connection between each step and the next step brought a noticeable pause. It seemed that the thing of walking had become extremely difficult for him now.

But he finally walked to the wooden box.

He panted heavily, then reached out his hand and stroked the wooden box.

At that moment, the soft white awn overflowed from the wooden box, rushing to the old man's body along the old man's arm.

"You will die like this." A voice as soft as that white light also sounded at that time.

"Living for a thousand years...deserved to die..." Mr. Wei replied with a hard smile on his wrinkled face at that time.

"But you still have a chance, why do you waste copper money on that irrelevant boy." The soft voice asked with a little anger.

This question made the old man hesitate.

He thought for a while before shook his head: "I don't know..."

"Maybe it's old age... shameless death... the one who can save always wants to save it..."

Such an answer made the voice silent immediately, and the white glow around the wooden box surged, just like the voice's owner's heart surged at this moment.

At the next moment, the soft white light suddenly became violent, like the May sun, hot and bright, scorching.

Together with the soft voice that became violent, it said in an almost roaring tone: "Then what shall we do? Have you forgotten the promise that year?"

The roar and questioning of that voice did not cause Mr. Wei to feel even half of his dissatisfaction or irritation.

The old man's face is still calm, just like his voice at the moment: "You should know that even if I succeed, I can't take you away..."

"But it's better than no hope..." The voice seemed to be infected by the old man, and the tone was no longer as turbulent as before.

"Hope?" The old man muttered these words, his eyes gradually deepened.

......

Of course, Chu Qiuli wants to be a caring big brother.

For this reason, he chose to stay to look after Xu Han.

He was able to persist in the first half of the night, but in the second half of the night, when sleepiness struck, he felt a little hard to control himself. He hung his head to his waist several times and awakened. Finally, he simply spoke to the unknown Xuan'er and Aowu. The sentence: "I'll sleep for a short while." After that, his head tilted and he fell asleep on the table.

Ao Wu and Xuan'er tilted their heads and looked at the middle-aged man, as if they were still trying to understand the meaning of the middle-aged man’s words, but at that time the same sleepiness struck their minds, the two little guys At that time, he couldn't hold on anymore, tilted his head and fell asleep.

After this person, cat and "dog" fell asleep, the door of the room was suddenly pushed open from the outside.

Mr. Wei stepped into it.

He lost his previous fatigue, walked easily to Xu Han's bed, and looked at Xu Han with deep eyes.

His eyes are deep and a little confused.

There was a burst of white light bursting out of the wooden box behind him, and a misty figure solidified beside him, staring with him at the sleeping teenager on the bed.

"Is that him?" the white figure asked.

"Yeah." The old man nodded.

"He is weird..." the white figure said after watching for a while.

"Naturally, even the watchers came to this world for him." The old man said.

"Then what do you mean?"

"I think maybe it is important to us to understand his identity."

"But you don't have that much time." The white figure frowned.

"That's why I want your help." The old man turned to look at each other, his eyes sincere and his tone sincere.

It's just that sincerity, but he didn't get the answer he wanted.

The white figure said with cold eyes: "You should know that unless you get through that path, we will not intervene... We can't afford this risk..."

After saying this, the white figure seemed to lose the interest in continuing the conversation with Mr. Wei, her body twisted for a while, and finally turned into a white light that escaped into the wooden box behind the old man.

The old man's face became weird at that time, he looked at the boy in front of him, his eyes changed...

......

It was a long time ago.

The riots of the Great Li Dynasty finally came to an end. The ancestors of the Chu Dynasty led the heroes out of the sea of ​​blood on the corpse mountain and established the unified dynasty that has stood in this world for more than 600 years.

That was the era of heroes, and it was destined to be the tragedy of common people.

The Taoist with a beautiful face in the wind and snow on his head finally walked in the world again after a hundred years of hard practice.

Hundred years of history, although not a flash of a finger for him, it is nothing more than an insight, a dream. As for the people of the world, a century of life is enough to make the baby who is waiting to be fed can taste the various things in this world, and finally grow old and turn into a loss of loess. Those who he said he knew were cultivating people, and a hundred years later, those who are still alive are no more than five fingers, and among them, those who are not friends with him must be counted.

And Rao is like this, the Taoist who was just born still received the news that an deceased was about to die.

He thought he had to meet.

But before that, he also had to meet another person, who had a very strange name—Kunbuyu.

If you remember correctly, he is a physician, a pure physician.

This is a very weird thing. When he met him, he was in his early forties. Now that more than a hundred years have passed, Kunbuyu is at least one hundred and fifty-six years old, a mortal, without any cultivation. For mortals, to live to this age, compared to those immortals who have lived for five to six hundred years, in a sense, they are more shocking to the world.

When he saw this old man, the horror in his heart was several times more than he had thought before.

This white-haired and old-fashioned physician turned out to be the head teacher of a sect that opened a sect, and this sect also gathered a large number of monks, including some of the world-famous immortals. And they were all unexpectedly extremely convinced by this ordinary physician.

For this, the Taoist was stunned for a few breaths before he started talking with this old man.

"Did you reject him?" Only this thought came up, but the old man whose face was like an old tree with dense folds asked first.

"Yeah." The Taoist didn't mean to conceal it.

"Do you think about how to take the remaining road?" the old man asked again.

The Taoist shook his head.

"Unfortunately, I can't accompany you anymore." The old man sighed.

The two were silent and silent for a long time.

The Taoist stayed in that gate for a daylight scene, while Kun Buyu was sleeping most of the time. It is incredible to live so long, but after all, at this age, his mentality will naturally not be very good.

Before leaving, Kun Buyu gave the Taoist a piece of blue wood. The Taoist didn't know what it was, but he could clearly feel the steady flow of vitality from the small piece of wood.

He said: "The road ahead is difficult and dangerous, this thing is given as a gift, like my companion."

The Taoist is silent again. Although neither of them has identified them, they both know that this is destined to be the last meeting.

......

The second person the Taoist saw was Wu Xiaohe.

The originator of the newly established sect Chixiaomen in the north, I have to say that these old people seem to have a good time. The hot-tempered Maotou boy also had a day to establish a school.

Thinking about this, the Taoist, surrounded by the younger generation, went to the top of their sect alone, Wu Xiaohe's retreat.

Of course, the so-called retreat is better than waiting for death.

The reckless kid at the time is already sitting on the cliff with a twilight face, but between his eyebrows is a touch of rebelliousness who will not accept defeat even if he is dead.

The Taoist once didn't like his temperament, but now he is inexplicably pleased to see him.

"Are you here?" Wu Xiaohe looked at the Taoist with a smile on his lips.

"Hmm." Taoist sat in front of him, thinking about how to start this farewell. In his opinion, this should be a very serious matter.

"Grandma, you **** walk really slowly. If it's a little bit in the evening, you won't see Lao Tzu."

Just wait for him to think thoroughly, why would the dark-haired Wu Xiao point to his nose and curse.

"..." The Taoist was silent, but he didn't know how to respond.

Wu Xiaohe waved his hand when he saw this, and mumbled: "It's boring."

After saying this, he stretched out his hand and handed something to the Taoist, and the Taoist subconsciously caught it. When he started, he felt hot in his hands. He looked intently, but saw that it was a token with the word "Huoyun" written on it.

"There is a spirit flame of my life in this token. If it is refined in the future, don't forget to return it to my disciples and grandchildren." Then, Wu Xiaohe stretched out his hand at that time and patted the Taoist Said on the shoulder: "Let me live well. Don't forget to catch a few beautiful Jurchen fairies and burn them for me!"

After saying this, Wu Xiaohe seemed to fall asleep when his head sank.

When the disciples sitting densely under the cliff saw this scene, they felt sad, and they didn't know who was the first to cry, so the crowd wailed loudly.

The Taoist who saw this scene was also a little unhappy, when he was about to bow his head towards the body that had closed his eyes and say thank you.

Wu Xiao He Wu suddenly raised his head at that time. He pointed to the disciples at the foot of the mountain and cursed: "Why cry? I'm not dead yet!"

The cry of the mountain stopped abruptly, and the Taoist thanked Shengsheng and swallowed it back.

"You all said that Lao Tzu reads little, these days I sit on this mountain alone thinking of a poem, do you want to listen to it?" Then Wu Xiaohe looked at the Taoist and asked with a smile on his face. road.

How could the Taoist refuse, so he nodded.

A childish smile appeared on the face of the old man, who stretched out his hand and waved it towards the cliff. Rows of crooked and slanted writing appeared on the cliffs of the mountain at that time.

"Longtao ten miles of mountains and rivers, clouds weigh hundreds of miles of snow and rivers."

"Strong wars of thousands of miles of territory, and thousands of miles of Huang Xuan in the night cage."

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid!"

"Look at the East and see the white, but I am the golden crow Zhengyan!"

Do not miss every word, read it carefully.

"How?" Wu Xiaohe came forward and asked.

"The words are round, the rhythm is huge, the momentum is long..." The Taoist sighed sincerely, but he stopped when he was talking, and he looked sideways at the old man next to him. At this time, Wu Xiaohe bowed his head again Lower his eyes and sit still.

The Taoist was stunned, and the look on his face suddenly became a bit lonely.

He knew this time, Wu Xiaohe really fell asleep...

The Taoist looked at the old man in front of him in silence for a long time, and finally stood up, bowed to Yingying, and said: "The starry sky, if there is a chance, Wei will take a look on behalf of Brother Wu... ."

......

Leaving the Chixiao Gate.

The Taoist figured out where he should go and how he should go the rest of the way.

He wandered aimlessly around the world, saw many scenery and met some people.

Finally, he came to the east of Da Chu. Suddenly he remembered that there was an old man alive in the thousand-year-old mountain in Chendi. Although the relationship is not good, but after so many years, once His grievances have already been wiped out, and it's okay to see the previous side.

With this thought, he set off toward Lishan.

But when he passed the Great Abyss Mountain, he was stopped by one person.

He said that his name is Fei Lian, a monarch of the monster race imprisoned in Dayuan Mountain. He has heard the story of the Taoist and the fox, and wants to invite the Taoist to go to the Dayuan Mountain to tell a story. After all, his body is Sealed in the Great Yuan Mountain, it was possible to separate a divine sense to come to see the Taoist and had exhausted all his energy, and it could not last for long.

The Taoist thought for a while. After all, this Maharaja was a member of her tribe. Out of guilt or miss, the Taoist finally agreed to the Maharaja’s invitation and went to Dayuan Mountain alone.

It was a conversation that lasted for a hundred days.

No one knows what they said, and few even know that this conversation happened.

The only thing I know is that since that conversation, there has been a large wooden box on the Taoist's back. Since then, the wooden box has never left the aisle.

......

"Meow!" Xuan'er woke up from his drowsiness. It meant something was wrong, and stood up and let out a stern roar at the figure standing in front of Xu Han's bed. Its hair was like pointed needles. Normally, he stood up one by one, and fell on Xu Han's bed with a leap, staring at the figure warily.

This sharp and long howl caused Mr. Wei, who was out of mind, to be pulled out of his thoughts.

"Shhh." He made a silent motion toward Xuan'er.

Xuan'er also saw the old man's appearance clearly at this time. It recognized Mr. Wei, the vigilance in her eyes was slightly dissipated, but she still stood in front of Xu Han and did not want to leave.

Mr. Wei shook his head helplessly, reaching out to drive Xuan'er away.

But just before his hand stretched out, Xuan'er lit his fangs and bit towards Mr. Wei. Xuan'er's mind is bright, it knows that it was just fine, whether Ao Wu and Chu Chouli, who are still asleep at the moment, are still asleep ~ IndoMTL.com~ The reason for this is probably what the old man in front of them calls.

Now Xu Han is still in a coma, Xuan'er has changed from the docile style of the past and has become quite irritable.

Mr. Wei obviously didn't expect this, and Xuan'er's fangs bit the outstretched hand, so red blood overflowed from his fingers.

Mr. Wei was taken aback after seeing the blood, then he turned his head incredibly to look at the one-shot victory and then retreated, still watching his Xuan'er vigilantly.

For the first time, he carefully measured Xu Han's black cat.

Xuan'er didn't like being looked at in this way. It arched its body, the black pupils in the amber eyes became narrow and long, and the thick and hoarse exhalation sounded from its throat.

At this moment, Mr. Wei seemed as though he hadn't noticed Xuan'er, and he stretched out his hand to grab Xuan'er in his arms.

There was a flutter in the door, and finally Mr. Wei still hugged Xuan'er in his arms. For this reason, there were a few more scratches on his face and many damages on his clothes. But he didn't realize it, he carefully looked at the struggling black cat in his arms.

Suddenly, he seemed to have discovered something, his face changed.

Immediately, he lifted Xuan'er's body high, showing great joy on his face.

"It's you! It's you!" he said so, his expression rather crazy.

Huan'er, who struggled for several times, lowered her head, as if she was a little afraid of this crazy old man.

Mr. Wei didn't realize this, he still said to himself: "It is possible, it is possible."

"You are still there, the way is still there!"

"We walk to get there, we walk to get there..."

While talking, I don’t know why the smiling old man’s eyes suddenly burst into tears...

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