When Qingshan woke up, it was already raining outside.
Rain in summer always comes and goes with no certainty.
The rainwater flowed down along the green tiles on the eaves, making a swishing sound.
This shower of rain also brought coolness to the sweltering mountain village, and Qingshan's sleepiness had long since disappeared.
There was only one person left in the wine shop, a middle-aged man who was drinking quietly.
"woke up?"
The man said casually without raising his head.
Qingshan nodded sheepishly and asked, "Is that god gone?"
The middle-aged man hummed.
Qingshan keenly felt that the atmosphere was a little strange and said: "Uncle, you seem to be in a bad mood."
The middle-aged man lay on the rocking chair, stretched out, and said lazily: "Being a coolie for nothing is what you asked for. How can you feel good?"
Without giving the boy a chance to continue asking questions, the man looked at the horizon, as if remembering something, and waved his hand casually: "I thought it was still far away before, but now I can almost say that there is a Taoist sect in a broken place in the mountains in the southwest of Zhongzhou. It is far away from here."
, the place is not well-known but not small. If you want to practice, just go there and take the name of Shen Yu. Just think of it as your reward for helping me over the years."
The man paused and then said: "Of course, you don't have to go. You can go to the five continents and seas to hone your skills. Go wherever there is danger. As long as you don't die, you can get ahead."
Qingshan was stunned.
For a young man like him who had great respect for even a small sect in Shanwai Town, he didn't understand what Dao Sect meant to the entire Linghuang.
He just felt that there was something different about the serious middle-aged man at this time. His whole spirit had completely changed, and there was an indescribable meaning on his cheeks.
Very decent, very vicissitudes of life, looks very...magical.
Unfortunately, the young man took back his thoughts the next moment.
The middle-aged man suddenly turned his head and returned to his shameless state. He grinned and said: "Well, why don't you give me back the broken gun? There is nothing else in Daozong, and all kinds of magic weapons are enough."
Qingshan suddenly hugged the spear in his arms and shook his head vigorously.
The man was debating and said: "Then lend it to me first? I will return it to you after I use it!"
Qingshan looked at him suspiciously, as if he were guarding against a thief.
The man glared and said, "Why, you turned your back on me and refused to acknowledge me. This broken gun belonged to me in the first place."
"But it's mine now."
Qingshan felt a little guilty, but still retorted in a low voice: "I exchanged the gun based on my ability, why should I give it to you?"
The middle-aged man slapped his forehead with a look of sorrow for his misfortune, then waved his sleeves and said, "Get out of here, you heartless thing."
If the young man was granted amnesty, he ran out in the heavy rain.
The middle-aged man looked at the young man's retreating back, cursing, but his eyes were full of happy smiles.
He was still young back then, and when he picked up a gun, he was full of energy and looked down upon the world.
"Senior Brother! Come and see my newly realized spear power. It is earth-shattering. The preservation is more wonderful than those of the Sword Immortal Art in the Sword Immortal City. It is also more powerful than the Taoist magic treasures of our Dao Sect. I also took a special
What a nice name... Hey... Hey? Senior brother, don't leave! Give me some face."
"What, borrow my gun? Old man! Are you a fool? Can a man borrow a gun at will?"
"What? Yours? I stole the gun based on my ability, why should it be yours? Mine!"
"Daughter-in-law, if one day that old bastard's dragon palace in Yahai is poked with a big hole, or Song Nu is suddenly shot off the wall of Qingdi City, don't think too much, that's your man and I will help you avenge him.
Gone."
The man was lying on the rocking chair, shaking slightly.
He squinted his eyes, his expression recalling the past.
"Have I actually followed through on what I said back then?"
It's been a long time and I can't remember some of them.
...
Shen Yu walked on the village road without an umbrella, walking calmly in the rain.
The rainwater slid down the green hills, not only did it not make him wet, but it enhanced his delicate temperament even more.
Shen Yu returned to the house and wrote a letter using the pen and ink he found in the village earlier.
Then a rainbow light flashed over the eaves and disappeared into the sky.
Fei Jian Chuan Shu.
After Shen Yu finished all this, his face became even paler. He walked out of the house and stood quietly in the small courtyard. The scent of earth was everywhere.
The sword energy in his body became much more violent, and his internal organs began to ache.
Shen Yu looked calm, suppressing his injuries with spiritual power, and his expression did not change at all.
The woman who wields the knife, Li Moran, is one of the best people in the world who is good at fighting.
This is his idea.
Whether it is the killing move contained in Qianliu City before, or the sword intention that is indelible in his body at this moment, all prove this.
This kind of person is very dangerous, so Shen Yu sent a letter to Daozong.
....
The heavy rain continued into the night, and Shen Yu stood in the yard until nightfall.
After a long time, Shen Yu breathed out gently, his eyes a little tired.
From the south of the village, violent scoldings were heard, several oil lamps were lit, and local dogs kept growling.
After a while, Qingshan came outside the house.
Shen Yu looked at the red and swollen palm prints on the other person's face and said nothing.
"Shenxian, I want to go to Daozong, but my parents don't agree."
Qingshan sat on the mound, feeling a little depressed.
Shen Yu said: "My parents are here, so I won't travel far."
Qingshan sighed again.
Shen Yu looked into the distance and said: "Practice is very hard, and it is very likely that you will die before you reach the mountains in the southwest of Zhongzhou."
Qingshan said categorically: "I'm not afraid."
Shen Yu asked back: "Are your parents afraid?"
Qingshan was stunned and didn't speak for a long time.
....
After the heavy rain, the sun shines brightly again.
Early in the morning, the wine shop opened its doors, ushering in the surprise and shock of many villagers.
The pretty girl with ponytail from Aunt Wang's house next to her was standing at the door of the wine shop, looking playfully to the west and said: "Uncle, the sun is coming out from the west today!"
The middle-aged man lay on the chair, pretending to be surprised and said: "Hey, Qiao'er, you care so much about uncle, don't think you have any thoughts about me."
"I miss you so much."
The young man smiled, his teeth were very white, and he didn't care.
Life in the mountain village is leisurely, and girls have long been accustomed to flirting and flirting words like this.
And although men are usually a bit smooth-talking, in this place where the slightest hint of trouble spreads throughout the village, there are really no rumors of a middle-aged man being rude to any woman.
At noon, the boy brought a large bowl of white rice and stir-fried wild boar meat, and the man ate it up without any hesitation.
Qiao'er took advantage of this time to help the man sweep the floor and put things away.
The man looked at this scene and said with a smile: "Hey, you really want to be my wife?"
The young girl said boldly, 'Okay, if you can get my father to agree, I have no problem with it.'
The man looked into the bowl and suddenly sighed and said, "That's such a pity. Even with the wild boar meat that has been fried for so many years, I can't do this! Your father is really scheming."
There was another burst of laughter and curses in the small shop.
After lunch, the man closed the door and walked out of the village.
Someone asked in surprise: "So early today?"
The middle-aged man strode forward without looking back and said: "We will close our doors early today and return to our old business."
The villagers naturally knew what his line of work was, but they just guessed where he was going and shook their heads.
"If you gamble, just gamble, you're good at it."
As expected, the middle-aged man went to a gambling house in a small town outside the mountains and gambled from the bright sunshine until the sunset.
Under the afterglow of the setting sun, the man finally walked out of the gambling house, touching the few copper coins left in his crotch, he really couldn't be happy.
"Old man, how do you sell these things?"
"One tael of silver is worth the price."
The man went to a blacksmith shop in the town, picked and bargained under the disdainful eyes of the shop owner, and finally got a rusty broken gun head with only seven copper plates left, and even asked the boss to find it for him before he left.
He used a stick as a gun handle.
At this moment, no one in the city knew that hundreds of feet above the sky outside the city, there were countless figures flying with lightning speed towards the mountain village deep in the mountains.
The man just wandered out of the town. He put the broken gun on his shoulder and swayed left and right.
He looked at the horizon and hummed softly: "Look at the people in front of you, there are panic. When I catch up, I will kill them all." This chapter has been completed!