Next to the river.

Li Xiaolang sat on the stone chair, staring blankly at the various pleasure boats in the river, silent.

It was already autumn, and when the wind blew, he clearly felt the coolness from autumn. After wrapping his clothes, Li Xiaolang's eyes were melancholy, and his internal strength was moving and his wine gradually faded.

Thinking about what he said at home, Li Xiaolang shook his head with a wry smile.

——He actually didn’t want his wife to know that his spiritual roots were taken away by Li Dalang.

As her wife, she will silently support herself behind her back no matter what she does, without leaving any effort, willing to...

If you get a wife like this, what else can your husband ask for?

She has already paid a lot, why do she still share her worries with her?

The pleasure boat in the distance pushed open the river water, rippling. Li Xiaolang felt the coolness and his thoughts were flying inside.

In fact, during the dinner last night, he wanted to mention this matter to Li Dalang. However, looking at Li Dalang's joyful look, thousands of words were choked in his throat and could not be said.

At that time, Li Xiaolang was mixed with emotions, and in the end all his emotions turned into unwillingness. He also used his internal force to clench his fists, letting his nails poke his palms into blood, hoping to vent his emotions...

However, the unwillingness in my heart has not dispersed at all!

...

Li Xiaolang seemed to have thought of something, and his thoughts were paused, and suddenly stood up and looked in one direction.

"If that's the case..."

He had been using his internal force to dispel the alcoholic spirit. Until now, the alcoholic spirit had almost dissipated. He hesitated for a moment before he took a step forward and walked over with great strides.

Soon, he arrived at his destination.

I looked up at the plaque and saw five big words directly caught my eye.

——"Jianghu Grocery Store"

The line of small words below has not changed: "Founding groceries is a worry to ruin the powerful enemy in the world!"

Without thinking too much, Li Xiaolang rushed in directly.

"ah!"

The bald old man inside was squinting his eyes and was shaking comfortably in the rocking chair. After he found that someone suddenly rushed in from the store, he stood up in fear.

After seeing clearly that it was Li Xiaolang, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Oh, I was shocked! It turned out to be the immortal. The immortal came to the shop, and the shop was so full of glory!..."

Upon hearing this, Li Xiaolang frowned and waved his hand.

"Okay, stop talking nonsense. I said last time that I am not a cultivator."

The bald old man was stunned and then laughed: "Super Immortal, don't joke with me! I thought about it seriously after you left last time, and I am very sure you are a cultivator!"

Li Xiaolang raised his eyebrows, was a little curious, and asked, "Why do you say this?"

The bald old man smiled proudly and expressed his guess: "Shangxian, although you were unwilling to tell your identity at that time, your temperament exposed you!"

"My temperament?"

Li Xiaolang lowered his head in surprise and looked at his clothes, wondering what unique features this very ordinary clothes have.

"Hehe, it's not clothes, it's temperament!"

"What kind of temperament do I have?"

The bald old man walked forward, narrowed his eyes confidently, and glanced at Li Xiaolang with a look of surprise.

"As a fairy, your confidence and temperament cannot be stopped!"

Li Xiaolang lowered his head again and looked at his ordinary pretending in confusion, not knowing where he showed confidence.

"Tell me," Li Xiaolang listened with stern eyes.

The bald old man smiled and said slowly: "A great immortal, don't refuse to admit it. Your every move cannot be concealed! Although it seems that you have no power or wealth... But I'm sure that a mortal without any support cannot reveal the momentum of high confidence everywhere!"

A person who is very confident must have something to rely on, such as money, power, and advantages...

"You mean, I have something to rely on?"

"Yes!"

Li Xiaolang frowned. He was neither a rich businessman nor a high-ranking official. How could he unconsciously show his support?

...

His eyes gradually solidified, his brows became tighter and tighter. He suddenly realized where his confidence came from...

——Li Dalang!

"Hmph!" Li Xiaolang snorted angrily, very unhappy, and the bald old man looked at the angry Li Xiaolang and was very scared.

He didn't know where he offended Li Xiaolang!

"Don't rest as angry as the immortal!"

The bald old man who noticed something was wrong was so scared that he was about to tremble. He was about to kneel down on the ground without thinking. However, Li Xiaolang walked forward, helped him up, and said seriously: "I will tell you one last time that I am really not a cultivator."

The bald old man was very nervous and nodded repeatedly.

Li Xiaolang sighed, his eyes a little melancholy.

——Although I don’t want to admit it, my confidence does come from Li Dalang.

Even when I faced the cultivator who was angry last time, I was still not afraid... This confidence naturally comes from my brother who is also a cultivator.

After a pause, the anger in Li Xiaolang's eyes rose again. When he thought that his spiritual root was taken away by his brother, his anger became even stronger!

Taking a deep breath, Li Xiaolang told the bald old man what he wanted.

"Remember what you said last time?"

The bald old man thought for a while and said nervously: "What do you mean?"

"Relax, I'm really just a mortal, don't worry about offending me... It's what you said, 'My spiritual roots were taken away'."

"Oh, I remember, I remember you left the shop immediately after I said it."

"That's right."

Li Xiaolang's eyes became solemn.

"After I left your store, I confirmed it and found that my spiritual root was actually taken away when I was a child!"

Upon hearing this, the bald old man's eyes were full of surprise: "I've really been taken away? I just said it casually..."

Li Xiaolang waved his hand and interrupted the bald old man: "Listen to me first... Now, I already know who took away my spiritual roots."

"Oh?" The bald old man was shocked.

Li Xiaolang sighed and slowly told his purpose.

...

The two sat next to the coffee table.

"So, you want to snatch your spiritual roots back?" After listening to Li Xiaolang's narration, the bald old man frowned.

After taking a sip of the tea the old man poured him, Li Xiaolang nodded slightly. The bald old man frowned and fell into deep thought, with an extremely worried expression.

The wrinkles on his face were deeply superimposed on him, and he asked solemnly: "Is the other party a cultivator now?"

Putting down the teacup, Li Xiaolang laughed out loud: "Ha, what do you think."

——I have robbed my spiritual root for so long that even if my cultivation speed is slow, he must have become a cultivator!

The bald old man looked solemn. Under Li Xiaolang's surprise gaze, he stood up directly.

"I'm sorry, I can't help you! Find someone else!"

Li Xiaolang looked up at the bald old man in surprise, but did not react to why the bald old man changed so quickly.

After a moment, Li Xiaolang's face showed a sudden look.

He smiled and shook his head helplessly: "Are you scared?"

Listening to this, the bald old man had a very serious expression and did not refute it, but just said nothing.

Li Xiaolang sighed softly, picked up the teacup and drank it all, and then placed the teacup on the tea table.

"Haha." He stared at the empty cup, and for some reason he laughed out loud.

"Where do you think this cup of tea will go in the end?"

An inexplicable sentence.

The bald old man had complicated eyes and didn't know what Li Xiaolang wanted to express.

Li Xiaolang stood up, lowered his head and stared at the teacup, and said slowly: "There are only two kinds of results in these teas. One is that they are drunk, and the other is that they are evaporated by the wind..."

He picked up the teacup and smiled and stared at the nervous bald old man in front of him.

"Just like a human, you will always die..."

Upon hearing this, the bald old man's pupils suddenly shrank and his expression changed slightly. Feeling the change in the old man's mood, Li Xiaolang nodded with satisfaction.

Then, the smile on his face gradually disappeared, his expression began to become serious, and his eyes began to become deeper...

He stared at the nervous bald old man and opened his mouth and said in a deep voice. When the bald old man heard this, his eyes widened and his breathing became heavy!

...
Chapter completed!