"What about you?" asked the little fat man.

"Me?" said with a smile, "I've lived almost all my life, and those things are what you young people think." ”

"Liar!" the little fat man stared at him dissatisfied, "You look about the same age as my father, and you will live for at least a few decades." Unless...... Unless you have AIDS and are about to die. ”

"Maybe I'm younger!" said Nagayao Michito in a schoolboy-like tone.

"How old are you?"

"Me...... It's hundreds of years old!"

"Look! it's a lie!" said the little fat man.

The other elementary school students also stared at Changyao Daoren and laughed, feeling that this uncle was treating them as kindergarten children?

Zhu Jiayan's face was calm.

At this time, Yin Nuxia asked again: "Then have you lived the life you want?"

Changyao Daoren continued to smile, but shook his head: "No." ”

"Why?" the schoolboy looked at him stunned.

Changyao Daoren looked at him with a smile: "Because the life you want to live may not be so easy to achieve, and it is not easy to achieve, and you may find that it is not the same as you imagined." Then in this life, you may be left with a lot of regrets......"

The elementary school students still looked at him stunned.

Changyao Daoren smiled: "In short, you are still young, some have time to plan your life, and some have time to think clearly about the life you want." And you have to think about that too. You need to know what's right and wrong, know what you want, and know what is happy for you, and don't wait until you've spent most of your life to remember. ”

His tone was very emotional, and he also had a sense of teaching: "The father of the little girl is right, and my niece is also right, each of us has the life we want to live, and it has little to do with others, as long as you live happily, as long as you want to live the life you want to live, as long as you have no regrets, this short life is not in vain!"

After that, he waved his hand again and said, "You remember, I won't say more, tell a story!"

After a short time, he finished telling the story of the young man and the daughter of the prefect of Xuzhou City.

Finally, after talking about the girl who hanged herself, he said: "The demon of Xuzhou City is dead, she could have continued to be her lady, maybe she would marry a very talented scholar, and then have a few children, but ...... I don't know if she regretted it when she decided to die. ”

A primary school student raised his hand and asked seriously, "Why didn't that person take her away?"

Another elementary school student preemptively replied: "Because that young man is an immortal, it is against heaven for immortals to be with mortals!"

The elementary school student frowned, and asked again: "That person is also an immortal turned into a mortal, he takes her to cultivate immortals, and they can be together!"

The Changyao Daoist looked at them with a smile.

On the side, Zhu Jiayan glanced at this group of primary school students, but did not speak - this is really a typical primary school student thinking. That person was already hundreds of years old at that time, and he only stayed for half a month after the demon subjugated in Xuzhou City, how could he have a relationship with a little girl in this half month? To put it bluntly, it was just wishful thinking.

Who decrees that if one person is dead set on another, the other must force himself to accept her?

Besides, he thinks that the girl is probably an NPC......

This reminded him of Brother Yuanwu.

Knowing that the young man was the big guy in front of him, he didn't say anything.

At this time, Changyao Daoren also seemed to feel regretful, and said again: "But maybe if the young man returns early, persuade her a few words, and then send her back to Xuzhou City, which is thousands of miles away, maybe she won't die so young when she is just right...... But it's too late to say that. ”

Zhu Jiayan hesitated for a long time, but still said: "I can't blame that young man for this matter, right? He didn't owe her, but saved them, is it wrong to say that saving people in this world is also wrong?"

Changyao Daoren still didn't speak.

At the same time, Lin Yuanwu and Feng Han, who had finished playing cards, sat on the stairs on the first floor, and looked straight past the front desk to look at the group of people at the door.

Feng Han's expression was very interesting: "This is still discussed!"

Lin Yuanwu thought for a moment and said, "How do I feel that he seems to be really interested in these stories?"

Feng Hanhe: "This kid is stupid." ”

Lin Yuanwu also smiled.

At this time, Changyao Daoist did not follow the previous rule of 'one story a day', but told a second story.

This is a story of a hop demon, not much depth, but Yin Nuxia and elementary school students love to hear this kind of story of slaying demons and destroying demons.

It wasn't until the sunset set that Zhu Jiayan took advantage of the wine-courteous help to collect the stall, and then walked back upstairs drunk.

He drank a lot of wine today and was very happy. But he was also a little puzzled, because the big guy behaved a little abnormally, all kinds of expressions and words like a person who was about to leave.

Wait!Leave??

Zhu Jiayan was stunned for a moment.

Subconsciously closed the door with his backhand, and he felt that his groggy brain was a little bit insufficient to figure out these things at this time.

At this time, the door of the bathroom opened, Lin Yuanwu was wearing a pair of boxers, draped in a bath towel, grabbing the corner of the bath towel and wiping his wet hair, his figure was still so moist that women looked wet and men looked silent.

"Finished listening to the story?"

"Hmm......" Zhu Jiayan nodded absentmindedly.

"Why do you look like this?"

"No, nothing ......"

"Got a lot of wine?"

"Half a catty, ......"

"You can drink so much, don't you usually drink when you go out with us?"

"The wine is delicious, so I drank more......"

"That's it!"

Lin Yuanwu nodded and sat down on the bed - even in this position, his abdomen only had muscle overlap, and there was no accumulation of fat. And he can see the synergy of muscles in every move, but it is not too exaggerated, and it is full of beauty.

But he stared at Zhu Jiayan and was silent.

Zhu Jiayan was also thinking about himself, and he didn't have time to care about him.

After a long time, Lin Yuanwu spoke: "Jiayan." ”

Zhu Jiayan was pulled out of his contemplation and looked at Lin Yuanwu a little blankly: "Huh?"

"Did you find out?" Lin Yuanwu got straight to the point.

"What?"

Looking at Brother Yuanwu, who seemed to be serious, Zhu Jiayan didn't react for a while.

"Don't pretend. ”

"I really don't understand......" After saying half a sentence, he reflected, looking at Lin Yuanwu's solemn face, he didn't say anything more.

"Sure enough, you found out. ”

"Forehead ......"

"When did you find out?"

"Once upon a time ......"

"A long time ago??"

"Hmm. ”

"How did you find out??" Lin Yuanwu was surprised.

"You ...... then"

After a long time, Lin Yuanwu's eyes widened and he fell into a stupor, and after a while, he sighed and said, "Your insight is sharper than Brother Feng, you may really be able to take your family to the next level in the future." ”

Zhu Jiayan held back for a long time: "That's not the life I want to live......"

Lin Yuanwu nodded in agreement: "But what then?"

Zhu Jiayan was silent.

"Let's not talk about that, I'll talk about me. Lin Yuanwu waved his hand, "You are still the same as before in this matter, when you don't know, I don't need you to help me hide it, but you don't take the initiative to tell Brother Feng about them." If they can find out, let them find out for themselves. ”

"Good. ”

"What do you think?"

"What? I don't discriminate against ......"

"I didn't mean this!" Lin Yuanwu interrupted him and stared at him, "Do you think Brother Yuanwu can succeed?"

"Forehead ......"

Zhu Jiayan had a panicked expression on his face, and he held it for a long time before he looked left and right, made up his mind, and looked at Lin Yuanwu solemnly: "Brother Yuanwu, I advise you not to provoke them, it is impossible for you, and it is not good for you......"

Lin Yuanwu was stunned: "Why do you say that?"

Zhu Jiayan hesitated for a long time, but he couldn't explain the reason, so he had to say: "In short, try to let go!"

Lin Yuanwu stared at him and didn't say anything.

……

In a flash, two days passed.

Thursday, April 5th, evening.

Cheng Yun specially ordered a barbecue, and sat on the rooftop with Changyao Daoren blowing the wind. Little Lori squatted in the corner of the coffee table, bowing her head and laboriously eating meat skewers, trying her best to avoid staining her hair.

Cheng Yun picked up a string of waists and put it into his mouth: "It's fast, two days at most." ”

Changyao Taoist also eats a string of kidneys, with a box of yogurt on the side, which is far from his painting style.

As for the wine gourd, he didn't take it with him for the first time.

Cheng Yun paused, and then said: "I will send you to a place called Mingchuan World, which is a dimensional universe, in short, the universe is composed of many small planes, and one plane is almost equivalent to a planet. The Mingchuan World is one of those planes. ”

"I'm sorry for you. Changyao Daoren nodded.

"You're welcome. Cheng Yun smiled and said, "If nothing else, this world is still at war, and the heterotopic plane invaded them many years ago. After you go to this world, if you want to make less trouble, you can find a person named 'Li Jing', who should be able to help you a little bit. By the way, their name and surname in that world are called in reverse, and in that world he should be called 'Jing Li'. ”

"You know him?"

"Well, as I told you, the pot and helmet stove you use now is what he left behind. Cheng Yun said.

"Oh!!" Changyao Daoren understood.

"By the way, bring me a greeting. Cheng Yun smiled.

"This is natural. ”

"Hmm. ”

Cheng Yun picked up a string of chicken skins and ate it.

The little Lori on the side stared at him, and quickly buried her head and continued to eat seriously.

Changyao Daoren wiped the chili powder from the corner of his mouth, took another sip of yogurt, and said, "I gave that sword to the woman." ”

Cheng Yun nodded: "I know, this is your business, you don't need to tell me." ”

Changyao Daoren smashed his mouth: "I also have something to give to the stationmaster, to thank the stationmaster for his efforts these days." ”

Cheng Yun smiled: "I didn't bother much. ”

Changyao Daoren waved his hand: "I know." ”

After speaking, he stretched out his hand again, and said as he spread it out: "The sword given to the heroine that day is a sword in my hand, and it is the most commonly used sword in my sword cultivation, and most of the sword skills and the most powerful attacks must be used to use it. But I'm waiting for the sword cultivator to have another sword. ”

Little Lori raised her head and stared at the gadget in the palm of his hand, with a curious expression on her face.

After Cheng Yun heard what he said, he knew it in his heart.

Sure enough, I saw a small blade lying in the palm of Changyao Daoren's hand, which was placed in his palm like a small sword that day, with a faint cold light. It was said to be a blade because it had no handle to hold, only a thin, tiny piece about half the length of a small sword.

Not only is it shorter, but the shape of the blade itself is also somewhat different from the blade of the sword.

It is not a long, pointed one, but a streamlined shape, with a shape that tends to be more of an extremely slender and acutely angled triangle, and there is a process of thickening and thinning from the middle to the edge.

Changyao Taoist said that flying swords are without handles, and the more effort is saved in the process of flying, the better.

The Changyao Daoist glanced at them and said, "This is a flying sword, which is generally used by us to defend, support, and carry out area attacks and ranged attacks. I haven't used it for many years, so after I leave this trip, I can teach the Dharma with peace of mind, and I will no longer use a sword, so I will give it to the station master!"

Cheng Yun frowned: "You gave away all the swords......"

Changyao Daoist smiled slightly: "This sword is of little use to me, and I should have stopped doing a lunar eclipse and made Changyao." ”

Cheng Yun didn't understand what he meant, but he was still embarrassed to accept it: "I'm afraid that your sword will be dusty......"

"Webmasters don't have to. ”

"It's not a good thing, I haven't relied on treasures in the world, and of course there are no treasures. It's just a parting gift. Changyao Daoist said as he put the blade on the table and pushed it towards Cheng Yun, "The Flying Sword is different from holding the sword, because of the different uses, the Flying Sword is quite spiritual. We've spent a long time trying to make these hands-free gadgets smarter and easier to manipulate to save our energy, and it's been very productive. Plus I've left some spiritual power in it, and it might be able to do something for the stationmaster when necessary. ”

"Even if I ......"

"Well, even if the stationmaster is a waste of firewood. Changyao Daoren nodded.

"......" The corners of Cheng Yun's eyes twitched, and he reached out to touch the sword, but it disappeared the moment he touched it. At the same time, Cheng Yun felt something strange on the back of his hand, as if he had put an ice cube.

"Ding~" seems to have concluded some kind of contract.

"This ...... Thank you so much!" Cheng Yun was very sincere.

"No thanks, I'll teach you how to use it. Changyao Daoist said while eating leek skewers, "The Flying Sword is engraved with many runes and magic circles, and then uses the soul fragments of demons to nourish its spirituality, most of the time we are fully controlling the sword in hand, and the Flying Sword can be controlled with only a brief sword trick or speech." Of course, if you can connect with it, you can do more and more detailed things with it, but it takes a lot of energy. ”

"Xian! means 'come out' in our language, and you can call it out like that. ”

“xian。 Cheng Yun repeated, this word is very interesting, because Chinese also has the meaning of 'present'. Generally speaking, if you can find this pattern in the translation process between two languages, it will be very memorable.

As soon as the words fell, the 'blade' came out again.

Changyao Daoist said again: "Luo, become bigger." ”

When he said that, the blade did not react, and it was not until Cheng Yun repeated that the blade became larger, and it was about ten centimeters long when it became larger.

Approximately the length of the blade of a small dagger.

It can be made bigger again, and it can become one foot long and more than half a meter long, respectively, and it can't be any bigger.

Then Changyao Daoist said a few more words, all of which were very brief and contained various control instructions. Until Cheng Yun waved his hand and took out the crystal ball: "Are you sure these instructions are in the language of your country?"

Changyao Daoren nodded: "Yes, but with a bit of the taste of the northern dialect......"

Cheng Yun breathed a sigh of relief: "That's easy to do!"

Half an hour later.

The Taoist drank the yogurt and said, "When your strength becomes stronger and you can understand its structure, you can also try to change the language to your own." But don't count on me, I don't have the skills. ”

Cheng Yun nodded and thanked him again.

Changyao Daoren yawned and said, "By the way, there's another thing!"

"What?"

"My wine gourd!"

"I'm curious. ”

"Heh......" Changyao Daoren laughed, "I've been thinking about it for a long time, this time I went to the other world to preach and teach the Fa, and it's better to quit such things as wine." Lest you get drunk and have a confused mind and know nothing, wouldn't it be the same as before?"

"Besides, I have something in that wine gourd. ”

"I have made a pact with it, although there is still a lot of time before it expires, but since the original universe has been destroyed, and I and it have gone to another world, let's stop with that little time. ”

"What is it?" asked Cheng Yun.