Jian Wuque was still stooped and looked a little short. However, the way Xiao Bai looked at him was a little different from the beginning. Just looking at Jian Wu Que who was picking his nose, Xiao Bai quickly hid his good mood, but still
A little cold, he subconsciously followed Xu Qingmu to the next level of stairs.
Floor 84.
Xu Qingmu looked at the old beggar in the air, inserted the soft water sword in his hand on the ground, and sat cross-legged. He took out a pot of unfinished apricot blossom wine from his arms, stretched out his hand and waved in the air: "Master, come here and drink some?
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Song Zihan, who originally wanted to take off into the air, was stunned. Obviously, he did not expect that Xu Qingmu in front of him would act like this. However, after hesitating for a while, Song Zihan still rubbed his hands, followed by the broken Wushuang, which floated down and walked straight to Xu Qingmu's side.
Follow the example of the young man and sit cross-legged.
"Apprentice, I haven't seen you for so many years, but you have grown a lot taller. How is your cultivation now?" Song Zihan, as always, consciously reached for the wine pot. This action shocked Xu Qingmu, and the hand that poured the wine was obviously shaking.
shake.
So similar.
Xu Qingmu raised his head and said with a smile: "Master, don't worry. How about we, master and disciple, sit down and chat while drinking tonight?"
Song Zihan chuckled and said: "After all, you have grown up and learned to drink. Come on, let us master and apprentice have a good drink tonight, and let master listen to some of the strange things you have experienced in these years?"
Xu Qingmu smiled and handed over a bowl of wine. When the old beggar took the bowl, Xu Qingmu pointed to the people behind the old beggar: "What should they do?"
Song Zihan drank it all in one gulp, looking very happy. He stretched out his hand to wipe the spilled wine from the corner of his mouth, exhaled for a long time, feeling extremely happy: "What do they care about them? A bunch of rats waiting to see my joke, waiting for me to finish drinking this wine
"It's not too late to go to the Immortal Platform." The old beggar was extremely free and easy, and then reached out for the second bowl.
Xu Qingmu said casually: "Master, now that I have survived, there is no need to protect me from the second disaster. You have already taken away the disasters caused by Lin Zhenbei's literary fortune and Wang Xiaomazi's martial fortune.
You helped me once."
The loneliness in the young man's eyes was somewhat touching and moving.
The old beggar choked, but soon he smiled with relief: "Have you blocked it once? That's fine, that's fine. As long as you're fine, that's fine."
Xu Qingmu handed over the second bowl.
The old beggar drank it all in a big gulp.
Then, the third bowl.
He drank until the fourth bowl. When Xu Qingmu handed it over again, the old beggar, who was obviously still unsatisfied, never reached out and just looked at Xu Qingmu with a smile: "Apprentice, your new master is very good. From now on, let him
Don't be polite. Ask him to help you with anything. Don't be stingy. Also, that new master has thousands of ways to practice swordsmanship. If you don't understand something, just ask him.
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As if confessing his last words, the old beggar who was already chattering became even more cumbersome. He stared at Xu Qingmu intently, detailing everything and being extremely verbose.
The young man couldn't stop crying.
Finally, the old beggar stood up and patted his somewhat full belly: "I won't drink the fifth bowl. You know, the fifth bowl is to say goodbye to the people in front of you."
Xu Qingmu stood up with tears and pulled out the water-soft sword that was stuck on the ground. The old beggar turned his back and said in an old voice: "Disciple, only the breeze and the bright moon in this world can bear the weight of your sword.
Sword energy, this world, is worth it."
The last few words made Xu Qingmu slowly kneel down and knock to the end.
"Go ahead and become a teacher, you will have no regrets."
Then, the sword energy broke Changhong.
The young man was still kneeling and did not raise his head. The fifth bowl of wine in front of him did not move at all.