There are many kinds of encounters in the world. Some are affectionate and last a thousand years; some are disgusting and avoid them. But most of the time, the encounters between people are indifferent, and neither party cares much about them.
.
There is another situation, which is extremely rare, and the encounter between people can also be full of joy. Just like now, just like what Xu Sheng is facing.
He wanted to laugh.
I really want to laugh.
But if you laugh, you will fall into a kind of embarrassment.
He was now almost certain that the person in front of him was just a scavenger who really couldn't be seen anymore, and there was no threat.
However, Xu Sheng, who had gone through a lot of training, would never take it lightly as long as he still had a little doubt. He still held the sword tightly, concentrated his strength, and carefully watched every move of the "Wanderer".
"Uncle, I saw that you are not an ordinary person. Why bother to compete with me, a bed bug?" The homeless man said, his whole body, even his teeth and eyelids were trembling. "Look at me, there is not a single complete object in my body."
, even if you are a calamist, it is all in vain. Also, my life is not good, and the fortune teller said that I am called the 'Tiansha Lonely Star', and whoever comes near me will suffer from bad luck for eight lifetimes."
"puff--"
Xu Sheng couldn't hold it in any longer and burst into laughter.
"Hey, uncle, look, you are so happy. Just let me go. If you kill me, my blood will be splattered all over me."
"You..." Xu Sheng was speechless for a moment, paused for a moment, frowned and said, "You said you don't know why you are here? Did you travel here from somewhere else?"
"Oh, uncle, you are so smart. How did you know that I was... that... that time travel?" The tramp was talking, while he was bowing and about to rub against Xu Sheng's body.
"You stay away from me."
Xu Sheng sniffed and waved the sword in his hand. The tramp immediately stopped, raised his hands, and staggered back to the wall.
"You're still traveling through time, why don't you fly?" Xu Sheng squinted, his tone cold.
"I'm flying."
"ah!?"
Xu Sheng opened his mouth wide and asked: "What nonsense are you talking about?"
"I didn't dare to trick you. I really flew." The tramp swallowed his saliva, stretched his neck, looked around the private room, and said in a dazed voice: "Just yesterday, an old Taoist priest carried me and flew in the sky.
It’ll be a while.”
"Old Taoist priest!?"
When Xu Sheng heard this, he was struck by thunder.
It was an old Taoist again. On the official road from Ningling to Nanjun City, the seemingly crazy guy he met was becoming more and more wrong. The more he thought about it, the more mysterious and terrifying he felt.
"Then Taoist priest, why do I want to take you flying?" Xu Sheng stared at the homeless man, took a step forward, and the cold light flashed on the blade of his sword.
"I don't know." The homeless man was so frightened that he cried and said with sobs: "He said it was some kind of short...squirrel (teleportation talisman) because the distance was not enough, so he carried me and flew eastward.
It was very far away. When it got dark, the two of us fell asleep in the field. Unexpectedly, when we woke up, we arrived at this ghost place and met you, uncle."
"What is a short... squirrel?" Xu Sheng, the second-foot-long monk, was confused. Listening to this homeless man's talk was simply a torture.
"I...I don't know what that thing is. I thought, uncle, you are well-informed, maybe you know?"
"Come on, come on." Xu Sheng interrupted the tramp's flattery and continued to ask: "You mean, it was the Taoist priest who caused trouble and sent you here?"
"That's for sure. Who else besides him?"
"But why did the Taoist priest send you here?" Xu Sheng was suspicious, looking at the homeless man up and down, but didn't think there was anything special about him.
"Oh, I remembered." The tramp slapped his thigh, took out a roll of paper from his arms, and said tremblingly: "The old man also gave me this and asked me to give it to a man named Xu Shen... .It’s still Xu Sheng’s.”
"Um!?"
Xu Sheng's eyes widened and his expression changed completely. He grabbed the roll of paper and shouted: "I am Xu Sheng."
"Hey!" The homeless man's eyes widened and he stuttered, "You...are...the one I'm looking for?"
"That should be it." Xu Sheng said, but his attention was all on that scroll.
What does it say? Is it good or bad?
Xu Sheng's heart tightened and beat wildly.
"Boom!"
A loud noise interrupted Xu Sheng's stretching hand. He looked up and saw that the homeless man had fallen to his knees.
"What are you doing?"
Xu Sheng frowned, feeling confused, and said coldly.
"Immortal, I know that the old Taoist priest is an immortal. He asked me to bring something to you, so you must be an immortal too." The homeless man's eyes filled with tears. Before Xu Sheng could react, he kowtowed "KaKa" twice. out.
"Don't be like this, that Taoist priest and I..."
"Immortal, please change me and go away. I can't let that old Taoist take me back. I know I shouldn't take advantage of wealth, but that Taoist is acting crazy and carrying a corpse on his back. I wonder if he is like that, There’s no use asking for money.”
"What!?"
When Xu Sheng heard the word corpse, his expression suddenly changed. He rolled his eyes, stared at the homeless man again, and asked in a deep voice: "Is there a corpse!? What corpse?"
"I don't know, I didn't see clearly, but he was carrying that person and motionless, as if he was dead."
"Is that man an old man?"
"Sir, I really didn't see it clearly. At that time, my attention was all on the shining silver ingots."
"All right."
Xu Sheng did not continue to ask, but his heart was turned upside down and in turmoil.
After the war, the body of the "original owner" of Jinghong Sword was not found in Zhiyang City - the man who was so crazy that he overspent his life time and time again.
Xu Sheng had been confused before, but he didn't take it too seriously. That guy deserves to be punished by God, and it's normal for him to be divided up to vent his anger, or to be eaten by the hungry wild dogs and rats in the city. .
But now, the reality is very likely to be very different from what he expected.
"Don't he deserve to die!?"
Xu Sheng lowered his head, muttered, and unfolded the paper...