It's been three months since the last glorious battle in the Far North.

During this period, there were still many people who lamented how grand and magnificent the war was at that time, and also praised the Palace of Absolute Affection for being so strong, including Su Tianwei of Zhaotianzong, but everyone seemed to have forgotten Su Xian, who turned the tide at that time.

Or after this battle, the people of the Desperate Palace deliberately erased Su Xian's name, and there was a reason why they wanted to do so, of course, except for a few people who knew, no one else knew.

The days that followed seemed to be normal, as if the battle had become nothing more than drunken gossip.

If there is a slight change, it is that Su Tianwei, the peak master of Moyu Peak of Zhaotian Sect, has started to retreat since the last battle, and anyone who asks about the situation Su Tianwei is closed.

No one knew where Mo Yufeng's two disciples had gone now.

On Jianyang Peak, Song Xue'er stood quietly on the top of the peak overlooking the clouds and mist below, and did not move for a long time, as if she was in a daze, but her figure was a little lonely.

At this time, the little bird that had been flaming red feathers quietly landed on Song Xue'er's shoulder, Song Xue'er came back to her senses, she gently stroked the bird's fiery red feathers, and murmured:

"Do you miss him too?"

On the other side, Yao Shi Feng's medicine stone was bored pounding the potion with a stone pestle, without Su Xian, he seemed to feel that his business was getting worse and worse, and he was not even interested in going to the market at the foot of the mountain to sell things.

The excitement of the beginning is now slowly fading.

"It would be nice if Senior Brother Su was here......"

And in the backyard of the most unnoticed miscellaneous disciples of Zhaotian Sect, Zhang Sanzheng looked at the crowd in front of him in the clothes of miscellaneous disciples and said in a deep voice: "Although our miscellaneous disciples are not good at cultivating wisdom, but you don't think that there is no way to cultivate immortals in this life, we must firmly believe that where there is a will, there is a way! This is the advice of Senior Brother Su, who used to be a miscellaneous disciple and is now a personal disciple of Mo Yufeng, you must keep it in mind!"

"Yes!"

Everyone replied loudly and with excitement in their eyes!

Zhang San nodded with satisfaction, and then showed the stack of books on the side in front of everyone and said lightly: "This is the "Compendium of Qi Refining", which is the only book that Senior Brother Su asked for us to explore the way of cultivation, one for each of you!"

"Yes!"

This time, everyone was louder, Zhang San hummed, and then called the miscellaneous disciples on the side to start distributing it.

The latter understood the meaning, and immediately shouted to the crowd: "I call the name, come up and get the book!"

"Yes!"

One person in the crowd hurriedly returned, and then hurriedly walked up to receive the "Outline of Qi Refining".

Zhang San, who was standing on the side, looked at this group of disciples, and felt inexplicable in his heart, as if he felt that he didn't want to stay here any longer.

When he came to the house, Zhang San looked at the worn book in his hand, and he muttered carefully: "Senior brother, we already know that it is wrong, when will you come back to see it......"

......

In the northwest of Kyushu, there is a city that is not too big, and it is not too lively, and the excitement is to have a lot of people, and the small population is just bustling.

The name of this city is Xiaoshilou, the name is very strange, it sounds strange, and it has a little meaning when you say it.

In the city wall of the small stone building, there are about 50 families in it, most of them make a living by selling, and the young and strong men in the family all go out to sell small things made by their own families, some sell bamboo baskets, and some sell medicinal herbs.

And in this Little Rock City, if you want to talk about the place of leisure and entertainment, there is only a tavern, the scale of the tavern is not large, but there are many customers every day, most of the people gathered here are already over half a hundred years old, some may also bring their own grandchildren, grandparents and grandchildren to see things is not more interesting?

The name of the tavern is also very good, it is catchy to say, it is called Drunken Laughing Building, and people who want to come here are also for a little wine, not to get drunk, but to be slightly drunk.

Every three days, the tavern will set up a table, invite the only storyteller in the city to tell the story, every day, the tavern is almost overcrowded, and today the storyteller is here again, and there are many people, and some of them are dragging their families to come and listen to what story the storyteller is going to tell today.

Fortunately, the people in the tavern had been prepared early, and a few benches were specially placed outside the door, so that no one was still standing and listening.

Mr. Storyteller looked at the crowd that had already done a lot of work, smiled embarrassedly, and said, "There are really many people here today, so I, the old man, have to tell the story of today." ”

After saying that, everyone couldn't help but smile and didn't continue to speak.

The child, who was still crying, also stopped crying sensibly.

Syllable!

As soon as the waking wood sounded, everyone listened solemnly!

"Say, there is a White Emperor City in that Kyushu, there is an emperor in this White Emperor City, and the emperor has an only daughter, who prefers to cultivate immortals and preach the Tao, and every time he encounters something new and strange, he comes forward to investigate, which makes the people in the city panic.......

"Why are people panicking, don't break it, old man!"

Someone at the bottom was curious, but soon someone poked his elbow, and the man immediately knew that he shouldn't say or ask.

The storyteller smiled faintly and said, "Don't worry, everyone, and listen to me slowly......"

Next, the storyteller told the story of the only daughter of the White Emperor City, the speed of speech was fast and slow, to the plot ups and downs, the speed of speech was like a thunderbolt that shook everyone, and when it came to the emperor's helpless move, the listener was sad!

Soon, the story was told after a cup of tea and wine, and everyone did not wake up from the story, and the storyteller was not surprised, but he gently lifted the waking wood and slapped it heavily on the table!

Syllable!

Everyone woke up, and immediately someone slapped their thighs and applauded excitedly!

Then everyone responded, and each case was amazing!

The storyteller finished the story, smiled and picked up the wine glass on the table next to him and took a sip of wine, this wine is a gift from the store, every time there is a glass, early in the summer, a little later in the winter, when the old man is about to finish, the store will serve the warm wine, so as not to be cold.

The storyteller then bowed deeply and left the stage, and everyone was still unsatisfied, but finally dispersed, and some stayed in the tavern, and continued to drink the wine gracefully, feeling proud!

And after the crowd dispersed, in addition to the old man at the table, in the corner of the tavern, there was also a young man, wearing a linen cloak, who did not see his true face, and was also a person who was in a hurry.

The store is not surprised by this.

After the young man drank the wine in his hand, he looked up at the shopkeeper and said, "Shopkeeper, where is that old gentleman, why do you have so many books in your stomach?"

The shopkeeper thought that he should have answered this question I don't know how many times, and then replied: "The guest officer doesn't know, this old gentleman is the only cultivator here, he is really an immortal, we only open a stage here every three days, it is convenient to talk to this storyteller, as expected, this old gentleman is going to wander around again this time, and he will definitely come back after three days, sometimes we also wonder if this immortal can fly to the sky and the earth, where can he go in these three days." ”

The young man didn't speak, but the corners of his mouth curled slightly, then he stood up and said with a smile: "Thank you, this is wine money!"

As he spoke, the young man took out a piece of broken silver from his arms, and the shopkeeper immediately smiled and said, "Wait a minute, guest officer, I'll weigh you and give you change!"

"No, just read it and give it to the storyteller. ”

When the shopkeeper heard this, he didn't continue to prevaricate, and then smiled: "The guest officer can leave a name, and we can talk to the old gentleman when the time comes." ”

The young man carried the burden on his back, turned around and said lightly: "My name is Su Xian!"

"Su Xian, hey, can the guest officer write it down, I don't know much about it, I'm afraid I will forget!"

The shopkeeper scratched his head and was about to get a pen and paper, but when he looked up, the young man was gone.

"What a strange guest......"

The shopkeeper muttered strangely, and then pinched the broken silver in his hand and weighed the weight, which could be drunk three times from him, which was really generous.

On the other side, the storyteller was walking leisurely on the road with a wine jug in one hand and a wine glass in the other, and before he knew it, the wine jug was empty, and there was no wine in the cup, and the old man was slightly drunk.

The storyteller smacked his lips and smiled at the empty wine jug and said, "This shop is getting more and more picky, and the amount of wine is not enough, I think I can drink a pot of wine at home, but now it is still half a mile away from home!"

"It's not that there is less wine, isn't it that Mr. is waiting for someone, and his pace is slower?"

At this moment, behind Mr. Storyteller, the man in the cape who had been drinking in the tavern appeared before.

The storyteller staggered around and looked at the young man in front of him, and he glanced at the young man.

"Isn't it that I'm waiting for you?"

"Maybe that's not true. ”

As he spoke, the young man took off his hat and revealed a childish face, but the look in his eyes did not match this face very much, as if he had gone through a lot of sad things.

The storyteller smacked his lips and muttered, "What a handsome baby, why do you have so many things to worry about at such a young age? ”

The young man smiled slightly, but did not explain.

The storyteller pursed his lips and felt bored, and then waved his hand and said lazily: "It's boring, it's boring, at such a good age, you should be a little energetic!"

The young man smiled and said, "If my husband had experienced me, he would not have been able to drink with peace of mind." ”

Mr. Storyteller waved his hand impatiently, "Tell me, what's your name, what do you want to ask, I'm very busy, old man!"

The young man immediately put away his smile and said lightly: "My name is Su Xian, and I have long heard that Mr. is very good at divination of hexagrams, and there is nothing in the world that you don't know, so I hereby ask Mr. if you know my past affairs?"

"Su Xian?"

The old gentleman first muttered a sentence, then raised his hand and began to pinch the inexplicable hand, but soon he sighed lightly, he couldn't help but glance at Su Xian, and said strangely: "I didn't expect that your qi was covered by the Heavenly Dao at a young age, and it was the first time I saw you, old man." ”

Su Xian immediately said hurriedly: "Sir, maybe you can measure it?"

The old gentleman reluctantly put away his hand, turned around and waved his hand and said: "No, it doesn't matter, you are a person who is targeted by the way of heaven, and if you rashly calculate your affairs, you will be punished by God, old man, I still want to live for a few more years!"

Hearing this, Su Xian couldn't help but lower his head and became silent, and when he raised his head again, the old man was gone.

Su Xian sighed and muttered, "Is it true that no one in the world knows about me?"

Not only his affairs, but even the affairs of Qianyuanmen, no one has heard of them in Su Xian's journey.

Su Xian shook his hand and said with a wry smile: "Maybe it's still too weak to touch those old monsters who have lived for thousands of years, but ...... I seem to have lived for thousands of years, so am I also an old monster?"

Thinking of this, Su Xian's face was a little strange, and after looking around, he put the hat connected to the cloak back on, and then disappeared in the blink of an eye.