At the door of the tavern, an old man and a young man stood at the door awkwardly listening to the bartender's constant scolding, and his face was a little unbearable.

The young man's face was gloomy, and the green tendons on his secret fists burst out, and he was already on the verge of exploding.

The old man patted the young man on the shoulder, and the young man took a deep breath and released his fist.

I think he was born to be extremely expensive in the world, he has always opened his mouth for food and stretched out his hands for clothes, and he has never worried about the so-called money. I didn't expect it to be so difficult to just eat a simple meal these days.

In the past, Mo said that he was eating, but he felt that it would stain his eyes at a glance.

"It's because I can't live with Childe!" the old man's eyes were red, his voice was a little choked, and his chest was blocked.

They fled suddenly, and they didn't have time to pack up their money and belongings, and they kept fleeing along the way, and the expenses were even more expensive.

If this is the case, then no matter how poor you are, it is impossible to encounter this kind of situation where you have to be counted out if you want to eat a meal. To put it bluntly, if you just show something from the two of them, you can buy a few cities, or even a mortal kingdom.

But the difficulty is that the old man was seriously injured in the pursuit of the enemy, and his life was in danger.

A cultivator's injury is not something that ordinary doctors can cure.

So the two began to search for the immortal sect on the mountain, seeking a panacea everywhere. It was at this time that those things that could be exchanged for money dispersed.

The old man's injuries were very vicious, and he tried countless elixirs, but he could only suspend the injury, not cure it. Later, after hearing that there was a rejuvenation saint in the world who lived in the town for a long time, he came all the way.

It is said that in this world, there is no disease that the Holy Hand of Rejuvenation cannot heal, and there is no wound that cannot be cured. Even if he has only one breath left, he can pull people back from the brink of death.

If the dead are exaggerated, then the flesh and bones are not a problem.

Moreover, the Holy Hand of Rejuvenation also said that if anyone could find a disease or injury that he could not cure, then he could give that person a slave for a hundred years.

It's just that this Rejuvenation Holy Hand has a strange temper, and not all people who seek illness can get his treatment.

I heard that he had to meet two requirements to save people, one was sincerity, and the other was fate, otherwise it would not be possible for the king of heaven to come.

There was once a mortal emperor who promised to be rich for life and supreme power, but was rejected by the Holy Hand of Rejuvenation.

There are also mountain sects that tempt each other with immortality and threaten each other with force, and the result is that the mountain sect was wiped out overnight.

Later, all the people who came to visit him were cautious, for fear of provoking this rejuvenation saint.

"Childe, let's go, I'll try to see if I can get something to eat. The old man wiped away his tears and sighed.

"No, since you have entered the mortal world, you have to act according to the rules of the mortal world, otherwise you will annoy the rejuvenation holy hand, and your injury will not be cured. The young man said firmly: "Uncle Ying has served me for so many years, it is time for me to serve you." Find a place to rest first, and I'll earn the money!"

After saying that, the young man wanted to leave, but unexpectedly, an ethereal voice came from the tavern.

"If you don't let people eat, you won't let people eat, why are you talking so ugly? Let them in, I'll please!"

The young man followed the voice and saw a clean and immaculate, playful cheek with a lovely face.

All kinds of beauties, the young man has seen a lot, but I don't know why, when he first saw Dongfang Yiruo, his breathing was short, his heart beat faster, and his eyes couldn't move half a step.

The old man secretly stabbed the young man from behind, and the young man reacted to the gaffe just now.

The young man with a reddish face stood outside the door and bowed far away, and walked away with the old man in his arms.

No matter how downcast, he has his pride and doesn't need anyone's charity!

Even if people don't have the idea of charity, even if they just have good intentions, even if they ...... He had a bit of a mess of thoughts.

Looking at the young man's down-and-out but dashing back, Dongfang frowned.

"What's the matter with this man? I saw that he was left behind, so I kindly invited him to a meal, but he actually left?"

After speaking, he turned his head to look at Chen Er, who had ordered two more pots of spirits, and said angrily: "What's the matter with you? You were drunk to death yesterday, and today you want two pots of wine? Do you want my sister and me to help you back at night?"

Chen Er shrunk his neck and explained, "Isn't it a headache from drinking yesterday!"

"Do you still drink a headache? Besides, you, a cultivator, drink two pots of wine and be embarrassed to say that you have a headache?" Dongfang Yiruo looked at Chen Er.

Chen Er pretended to be profound and said: "You don't understand, this is called thoroughness! After the headache of the first meal, it will not hurt to drink some of the next meal, not to mention ......"

"What's more, I drank too much yesterday because I didn't eat vegetables, and I will definitely be fine if I eat some food today!"

He was somewhat unconfident in what he said, because he had heard all these words.

After speaking, he took a large piece of meat of a beast that I don't know what it was, put it in his mouth and chewed it, and by the way, he lifted the wine glass, and with a "slippery" sound, the liquor went down his stomach.

"Ah...... Comfortable!" Chen Er said decently as he learned from others.

There was an old man next to him who was pouring himself a pot of soju with a plate of side dishes, and he chuckled when he saw Chen Er's appearance.

Chen Er looked at the voice, smiled at the old man, poured a full bottle of wine, and raised the wine glass high in the air, learning from Wen Sheng's previous practice.

"Old man, I respect you!" After speaking, Chen Er dried up again.

I don't know why, Chen Er felt a little kind when he saw the old man, so he unconsciously changed his name.

The old man was stunned at first when he saw Chen Er's movements, and then smiled helplessly after hearing Chen Er's name.

"Little guy, it's true that you need to raise a glass to toast, but don't raise it too high. Thanks to you, I can afford to be respected, otherwise if I am replaced by someone else, I am afraid that my life will be lost in vain!"

After the old man finished speaking, he also drained the wine in the cup.

Chen Er didn't know the reason, scratched his head, and sat down with two pots of spirits.

By the way, he turned around and brought two side dishes from his own table.

"Old man, tell me quickly, how should I drink when I drink with others?" Chen Er was like a curious baby.

The old man stroked his beard, learned from Chen Er's unfathomable tone just now, and said: "Don't underestimate this glass of wine, there is a lot of attention in it! Peers can drink at will, but when you meet elders, you must lower it." As for the fact that you just raised your glass over the top, it is either to worship God or ghosts, and then you are going to die and leave the world. ”

Chen Er recalled the scene of Wen Sheng at the beginning, and nodded thoughtfully.

After touching two more glasses, Chen Er asked the real purpose of coming to this table.

"Have I seen you somewhere, and why do I feel so close to you when I see you?"

The old man was stunned for a moment, laughed, but stroked his beard and said nothing.

"What are you laughing at, you said it!" Chen Er urged.

The old man nodded Chen Er's eyebrows in the air, and continued to say unfathomably: "When fate arrives, everything is naturally clear, and it is useless to pursue it deliberately." For example, your current troubles will be solved one day, and you don't need to think about it. When I'm young, I still think about a lot of things. ”

Chen Er listened to the clouds and felt that what the old man said was very reasonable, but after breaking it and thinking about it, it was as if he hadn't said anything.

"Do you know what I'm worried about?" Chen Er asked again.

The old man laughed again, drank the last glass of wine, and pointed to the empty cup.

Chen Er immediately understood and asked for two more pots.

After the old man praised the "upper way", he said: "The dream may not be false, and the reality may not be true! The distant place may be the closest to you, and the next one may be the farthest away from you!"

After another bunch of words in the clouds, the old man asked with some distress: "Child, are you ready?"

Listening to the old man's words, Chen Er seemed to be inspired, but he still didn't quite understand, especially the old man's last question, which made him puzzled.

"What are you going to prepare?" Chen Er was a little confused.

"Don't say it, don't say it!" the old man waved his hand and said no more.

Chen Er tried to ask several more times from the front or side, but the old man only drank and did not mention it again.

Chen Erjian couldn't ask anything again, so he just drank with the old man.

At the end of the drink, Chen Er rubbed his head and finally realized a truth.

What if you drink too much and then take the wine thoroughly, your head won't hurt? It's all a lie!

When Chen Er got drunk again, the old man got up gracefully and came to the table of Dongfang Yiruo and Dongfang Yixi.

The conversation between the two did not go behind Dongfang Yiruo and Dongfang Yixi, Dongfang Yiruo may only care about eliminating the food on the table and did not listen carefully, but Dongfang Yixi, who was careful, heard the whole content clearly.

Chen Er's big heart does not mean that Dongfang is also big in pity.

Although the old man didn't say it explicitly, he was giving Chen Er pointers inside and outside the words, and these Dongfang Yi could hear it, so she was very sure that this old man was a master.

Seeing the old man coming, Dongfang hurriedly got up and made a junior salute.

"Do you have any advice from my seniors?"

Dongfang Yiruo saw that his sister had saluted, but he had no choice but to reluctantly give up the food on the table temporarily, and also made a junior salute.

The old man accepted this salute calmly, and then he said: "The heavenly machine should not be revealed, but there are many tamperings, and I don't care about this time or twice." Send each of you a word, you think about it yourself, if you figure it out, it will be a gift from me to you, if you can't figure it out, you and this kid should have this calamity. ”

After Dongfang Yiruo and Dongfang Yixi heard this, they hurriedly performed another junior salute.

The old man first looked to the east and said three words: "Don't force it." ”

Then he looked at Dongfang Yiruo, and still said three words: "Don't ask for it." ”

With that, he waved his sleeves and strode towards the door of the tavern.

"Senior......" Dongfang shouted with pity, the old man paused, and said without looking back: "Rely on yourself to understand, don't ask carefully." What you realize is your own, and if you reveal too much, you will only get the same result in another way, then there is no point!"

"What a bad thing, how can there be a long-term cure!" the old man said again without a beginning or an end, and then left.

As he walked, he sang in his mouth.

"I was a fairy in the sky, but I had no choice but to fall into the world. ”

"If you look closely, there are thousands of peers!"