The ancient road is a tea shop in the deserted forest, and the rain is gurgling outside the window.

The tea seller wearing coarse cloth clothes used a bamboo stick to tinker with a few wisps of green smoke floating.

He sat on the threshold, leaning against the smoked blackened door frame, his five fingers stained with charcoal were gathered on his sleeves, and the rain dripped from the eaves in front of the worn soap shoes, ticking, and a bowl of coarse tea was placed on the windowsill, leaving the wind to the wind

Blowing rain falls.

The taste of tea is always bitter first, and then sweet.

The old man looked at the dense rain.

Waiting for the boy to return.

No umbrella on rainy days.

The road ahead is difficult.

He lived at the foot of Qingping Mountain for most of his life, and it was the first time he had seen such heavy rain.

It seems that it will never stop.

finally.

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The torrential rain hit the boy, like fog and smoke.

Vaguely in.

The old man seemed to think of himself when he was young.

Those years passed.

He had seen the willows swaying and apricot flowers flying by the flower stream.

He has seen the peach blossoms in the wilderness and the pear blossoms in front of the mountain.

He has seen the scorching summer sun and the strong wind in autumn.

I have also seen the world of frost and white in the middle of winter.

Unfortunately.

He did not walk through such a prosperous spring, summer, autumn and winter, and chose to live in seclusion in the mountains.

On this road.

He has seen countless dream-chasing people wearing white clothes roaming the world.

But for the first time I saw a young man returning from heavy rain.

He left without any rush or impatience.

Rumble!

The sky is lightning and thunder.

Suddenly.

A thunder sent a talisman.

The tea seller rolled up his sleeve and pinched it in his palm, and a hint of surprise appeared in his eyes.

When I looked at the boy again, the wrinkles between my eyebrows quietly unfolded and I laughed haha.

Feng Siniang, who was selling wine, held an umbrella and chased the boy in the wind and rain.

The boy stopped.

Although his clothes were completely wet.

Still took the umbrella.

Thank you respectfully.

Waiting for Gu Yusheng to enter the yard and change his clothes.

Feng Siniang glared at the tea seller angrily: "Is it funny? Old guy, heartless!"

"Hahaha!"

The tea seller stood in front of the eaves and smiled freely. Gradually, tears fell from the corners of his eyes and said to Feng Siniang: "This world is not romantic at all. I have grown old before I have walked through it."

"Stop being sad about spring and autumn."

Feng Siniang put her hands on her hips, a little worried.

"The demonic aura on this kid is terrible. Are you afraid that he will be too tainted and will lose his mind?"

The tea seller picked up the tea placed on the windowsill and savored it slowly, one bowl of tea and half a bowl of rootless water.

“So what?”

The tea seller's turbid gaze became unprecedentedly bright, as if it had been washed by rain.

"I'll just wash the Huaxi River."

Feng Siniang gave a blank look at the tea seller and lowered her voice, "He killed so many monsters, not just to sharpen the sword in his hand, right?"

The charcoal seller glanced at Gu Yusheng who was tidying up his belt in the backyard and said, "It is normal for you to pursue fame and fortune when you are young. Brew more good wine. When he is on the list of demon-killing one day, we will drink one too.

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"Get out of you, who will drink with you!"

Feng Siniang looked at the charcoal seller in disgust and walked towards the backyard.

"Brother, I have been here for three months. Have you ever been there all this thousand miles of Qingping?"

Gu Yusheng changed into a blue shirt, walked over to cook a pot of tea for Old Man Qiao and Feng Siniang Wen, poured half a bowl for each of them before sitting down at the old table.

His eyes were particularly bright, and he took out many rare mountain fruits from the spirit gourd and placed them in the bamboo basket on the table. "Qingpingzhou is really big, but it is a little sparsely populated. I plan to rest for one night and go into the mountain to kill the demons tomorrow.

What do the two seniors want to eat? I'll do it."

Feng Siniang and the charcoal seller were silent as they looked at the hundreds of wild fruits placed in the bamboo basket.

This boy.

It's really a long way to go.

Going to many places.

Feng Siniang stood up and said, "Brother, my sister is actually very good at cooking. Please rest, and my sister will show you my skills."

She felt a little sorry for the boy.

Although he was wearing a blue shirt, the secret wounds on his body could not hide his nose.

This has to go through many life-and-death battles, and blood coagulation is hidden.

She suddenly felt.

This boy is very bitter.

This trip to the world.

Is it really worth it?

His eyes fell on the boy's chest, and the red rope was still clean and not contaminated with any blood.

It must be the thing that a boy cherishes most in his life.

Feng Siniang got up and went to the backyard.

The Charcoal Seller was silent for a moment and said, "Boy Gu, do you have your name on the Demon Slaying List?"

Gu Yusheng nodded.

The tea seller took out a special nasolabial card and said, "If you understand, then work harder, what about your sect order."

Gu Yusheng took off the sect order from his waist and handed it to the tea seller, watching the tea seller merge the special nasolabial card with the sect order and turn it into a more profound sect order.

"Senior Qiao, what is this?"

Gu Yusheng couldn't help asking.

The tea seller replied casually: "It's similar to the Demon-Slaying Order of the Holy Academy Shushan. How many ghosts have you fought with in the past three months?"

Gu Yusheng thought about it and said unsatisfiedly: "Very few, most of them are unaware of it."

"When the rain stops, I will take you to a place." The charcoal seller got up, grabbed a few medicine bags from his pocket on the wall and threw them into the medicine barrel. "Don't work so hard in the future. Go into the mountains after dark, and it's dawn.

Then come back and treat the injuries on your body first."

Gu Yusheng looked a little embarrassed: "Senior, did you see it?"

"I'm just old and not blind."

The tea seller pointed to Gu Yusheng's clothes, and the wounds after being fought by monsters, and blood was still flowing.

Gu Yusheng was soaked in the wooden barrel with misty water and frowned. There were traces of being scratched and bitten by monsters on his body, some were old injuries and some were new injuries. These scars were his face to the group of monsters, or

The wounds left by powerful sixth-level monsters when fighting.
To be continued...