Zhao Xiaole took a deep breath and asked: "Why did you bring me here? Do you want to tell me something?"
Mo Yaozi said calmly: "My lord, there is no need to think too much. The master lives here to avoid the turmoil in the world."
Yes, no one would have thought that the famous Shifang Walker would live in such a shabby alley.
The potion blew out the lantern's candlelight.
He inserted the lantern diagonally on the lintel and pushed open the humble courtyard door, "Please."
Zhao Xiaole stopped thinking about it and walked in.
Mo Yaozi followed, followed by Ru Yue and Zaha.
Since Ruyue and Qiuyue are both pseudonyms, Zhao Xiaole did not reveal her identity as Qiuyue in order to facilitate her operation in Chuzhou.
Ruyue continued to follow him as a famous prostitute in Chuzhou.
The courtyard is completely different from the bleak outside. It is extremely spacious and equipped with rockeries and running water.
There are green bamboos and plum blossoms planted in the corners of the wall, which are well-proportioned.
The sky here and the sky outside the alley are like two places. Even the sounds outside seem to disappear after entering this courtyard.
Magic Potion continued to lead the way, through the courtyard and into the back hall. The first thing that caught his eye was a rockery with spring water flowing down from the mountain.
There was a crashing sound.
The next time, Zhao Xiaole noticed the old man sitting under a big tree. The old man was extremely inconspicuous.
Just like an ordinary old farmer, he sat under the tree and played with the toys in his hands from time to time.
There were saw blades and blades scattered nearby, as well as debris on the ground.
Obviously, the toy in his hand was something he had just made casually to kill time. No matter what, Zhao Xiaole could not connect the person in front of him with the famous Shi Fang Walker.
After glancing at the old man, he continued to look around the small courtyard, trying to find out if there was another old man with an immortal spirit in the courtyard?
Magic Potion answered his doubts directly.
He respectfully walked to the old man's side, saluted, and with the old man's consent, he stood aside silently.
The old man raised his eyes and seemed a little dizzy.
Looking at Zhao Xiaole who was sizing him up, the old man smiled, as friendly as the old man next door.
"I have bad legs and feet, so I won't salute His Highness Prince Liang. Please sit down."
The old man said, please sit down and pointed to a few stone benches in the courtyard.
Zhao Xiaole nodded, "It doesn't matter."
Sit down first.
If he had cigarettes in his pocket, Zhao Xiaole felt that the old man would definitely take one out and give him one. This way, he would look too much like an old man chatting with him.
Ruyue and Zaha also sat over at Zhao Xiaole's signal.
Zhao Xiaole was about to ask.
But the old man spoke in advance, "Lao Chan is a traveler from all directions. When he saw Lao Chan's appearance, King Liang was disappointed, right?"
Sure enough.
Of course, Zhao Xiaole would not say this. He shook his head and said: "You can't judge a person by his appearance, let alone someone as tall as the old gentleman."
The traveler from all directions shook his head and smiled bitterly, "I can't say that I am an expert, but I know that King Liang must have many doubts in his heart."
"No hurry, let's take a look at the tea first!"
The courtyard is extremely shabby.
Not long after, two boys came over with tea. One of them moved a small table and served tea to everyone.
The table is placed in the middle.
You can put the tea cup on it.
Zhao Xiaole took a sip from the tea bowl and put it on the table.
If the traveler from all directions wants to do something to him, there is no need to do anything in the tea, and he has no worries in this regard.
But the travelers in the ten directions did not drink tea.
His eyes were looking into the distance, dazed.
After a long while, he came back to his senses.
He looked at Zhao Xiaole, who had no idea what the mystery was, and looked calm, and slowly said:
"Your Highness Prince Liang, do you believe in immortality?"
Zhao Xiaole sat still, with a calm expression.
Behind them, Ruyue and Zaha looked confused.
Seeing the seriousness of the Shifang Traveler's question, everyone did not want to directly make trouble.
"Don't believe it."
Zhao Xiaole said lightly.
If the person sitting in front of him was not a traveler from all directions, he would have gone to beat his ass in the morning.
Upon hearing this, the traveler from all directions nodded slowly, "Does King Liang know how long I will live this year?"
Zhao Xiaole suppressed his temper and said: "Looking at the old gentleman's appearance, he may be in his eighties, right?"
Zhao Xiaole deliberately talked too much. In his opinion, the old man in front of him was only over seventy years old.
Qi and blood cannot lie.
Shifang Walker shook his head, "I am one hundred and forty-eight years old this year!"
On the seat.
Zhao Xiaole's body did not move, but his fingers trembled slightly unintentionally, which also revealed his inner uneasiness.
He forced himself to say expressionlessly: "Old gentleman, you are joking. There are very few people who live over a hundred years old, and it is even more unheard of for people who live to the old gentleman's life span. Looking at the old gentleman's face, it is not the same as that of someone who is more than a hundred years old."
People are very different.”
"This king...it's really unbelievable."
The traveler from all directions laughed in understanding and continued: "It is understandable that King Liang does not believe it. Sometimes, even I have trouble keeping track of my life span."
Zhao Xiaole: "..."
Old man, don't you think your deception methods are a bit too blunt?
Just keep cheating.
Go on.
If this king can believe you, you are a ghost.
How could Zhao Xiaole's thoughts be hidden from the travelers from all directions? When he saw this, he changed the subject and said:
"The purpose of telling King Liang about this is to explain to King Liang who the enemy you are about to face is."
Zhao Xiaole said seriously: "Old sir, please tell me."
Finally got to the point.
Zhao Xiaole really couldn't wait.
Shifang Xingzhe picked up the tea bowl and took a sip slowly until Zhao Xiaole felt there were nails on the bench.
When he could no longer sit still, Shifang Xingzhe put down his tea bowl, sighed slowly, and then said slowly:
"It's a long story..."
Zhao Xiaole: "..."
He really believed it. If he followed this tortoise-like behavior and lived for ten thousand years, he wouldn't think there would be any problem.
"Xuan Shui and Bai Fang are both my nephews. Their master, who is also my senior brother, is called Lord Changsheng."
Zhao Xiaole frowned.
He had heard something about it.
When Xuanshui entered the capital, he announced loudly that he was the disciple of the Changsheng Venerable. Unexpectedly, this Changsheng Venerable actually existed.
Is he another pretender?
What is wrong with these brothers and sisters?
Shifang Walker chuckled lightly, "I was only seventeen years old when I first became a disciple. At that time, my senior brother was already one hundred and eighty-eight years old."
"Calculating his age, he should be over three hundred years old now."
Zhao Xiaole coughed lightly, covering up his inner embarrassment, and listened to Shifang Walker continue.
"I originally thought that he was dead, but when Xuan Shui and others came back to the world, I realized that he was actually still alive."
Zhao Xiaole finally interrupted: "If according to what the old gentleman said, that man lived for more than three hundred years, how can I be his opponent?"