"Mr. Wei, what's wrong with Xiao Han?" In the inn of Dingman City, Chu Qiuli looked at the young man who was unconscious on the bed with a worried brow, and asked the old man beside him.

Originally, eating the delicious meal cooked by Chu Qiuli himself, and looking at the team performing the lion dance to celebrate the arrival of the New Year on the bustling street outside the inn, everyone was so comfortable.

Even Hu Ma and the others, who were faintly estranged, became acquainted with Chu Qiuli and a few others after a few glasses of wine.

But when Mr. Wei returned to the inn with the unconscious Xu Han and the obviously injured Zhen Yue, all this comfort disappeared.

Hearing this, Mr. Wei, who heard this, glanced up at Chu Qiuli and the people behind him who were also concerned, and said, "It's okay, I'll be sober tomorrow..."

Mr. Wei still has a lot of prestige among everyone, and after receiving his reply, everyone's hanging hearts were put down, but Chu Qiuli asked again after this: "But it's so decent, how could Xiao Han be in a coma?"

As soon as this question came out, everyone looked at Mr. Wei again.

This time, however, Mr. Wei turned his head and did not mean to answer.

Seeing this, everyone naturally didn't dare to say much, so they could only look at Zhen Yue, who was stunned and didn't know what she was thinking, but of course Zhen Yue knew that there were some things that could be said, and some things could be said, and she shouldn't say it, so she lowered her head at that time and avoided the eyes handed by everyone.

So the matter was closed.

Although Mr. Wei said that Xu Han would wake up tomorrow, Chu Qiuli, who had always been drunk and meaty, was not at ease, and insisted on staying to take care of Xu Han, in his words, "Even if Xiao Han is fine, if you want to eat something and drink some hot water when you sleep for a long time, I can also help by my side." ”

Seeing that Chu Qiuli had said this, everyone naturally couldn't persuade him anymore, so they left the door where Xu Han was.

......

The inn chosen by everyone is not big, and there are more than ten people in the group, and almost all the rooms of this small inn are packaged, and everyone rests, and the whole inn is quiet at that time.

The same is true in Mr. Wei's door.

The only difference was that the old man did not fall asleep, he got up from the bed tremblingly, and walked to the side of the big wooden box.

He walked very slowly throughout the process, with obvious pauses in the connection between each step and the next, as if walking had become extremely difficult for him now.

But he finally made it to the wooden box.

He gasped for breath before reaching out and stroking the box.

At that moment, soft white rays overflowed from the wooden box, rushing down the old man's arm to the old man's body.

"You're going to die. A voice as soft as the white light rang out at that time.

"Lived for a thousand years... It's long overdue," Mr. Wei replied with a difficult smile on his wrinkled face.

"But you still have a chance, why waste copper coins on that irrelevant teenager. The soft voice asked with a hint of anger.

This question made the old man hesitate a little.

He thought for a while before he shook his head: "I don't know..."

"Maybe it's the old age... I can't see anyone die... If you can save it, you always want to save it..."

This answer made the voice fall silent, and the white light around the wooden box surged, just like the heart of the owner of the voice at this moment.

And in the next moment, the soft white light suddenly became violent, like the bright sun in May, scorching bright, scorching and pressing.

Along with the soft voice that became furious, it said in an almost roaring tone, "So what are we going to do? Have you forgotten your promise?"

The roar and questioning of the voice did not make Mr. Wei feel even the slightest dissatisfaction or annoyance.

The old man's face was still calm, just like his voice at the moment: "You should know that even if I succeed, I can't take you away..."

"But it's better than no hope—" The voice seemed to be infected by the old man, and his tone was no longer as turbulent as before.

"Hope?" said the old man, his eyes darkening.

......

Of course, Chu Qiuli really wanted to be a considerate big brother.

For this reason, he chose to stay and take care of Xu Han.

In the first half of the night, he was able to persevere, but in the second half of the night, when sleepiness hit, he was a little difficult to help himself, and he hung his head to his waist several times to wake up, and finally simply said to Xuan'er who didn't know why on the side: "I'll sleep for a while." After that, he tilted his head and fell asleep on the table.

Woo and Xuan'er tilted their heads to look at the middle-aged man, as if they were still trying to understand the meaning of the middle-aged man's words, but at that time, the same sleepiness hit their minds, and the two little guys couldn't hold on anymore at that time, tilting their heads and falling asleep.

After this person, a cat and a "dog" fell asleep, the door of the room was suddenly pushed open.

Mr. Wei stepped into it.

He no longer had the fatigue he had before, and came to Xu Han's bed with easy steps, looking at Xu Han with heavy eyes.

His gaze was deep, with a hint of confusion.

A burst of white light suddenly poured out of the wooden box behind him, and an ethereal figure condensed beside him, staring at the boy on the bed as if he had fallen asleep.

"Is that him?" asked the white figure.

"Hmm. The old man nodded.

"He's weird," the white figure said after looking at it for a moment.

"Naturally, even the watchers came to this world for him. The old man said.

"And what do you mean?"

"I think maybe it's important for us to find out who he is. ”

"But you don't have that much time. The white figure frowned.

"So I want your help. The old man turned his head to look at the other man, his eyes were sincere, and his tone was sincere.

It's just that this sincerity didn't get the answer he wanted.

The white figure said with cold eyes: "You should know that unless you go through that road, we won't interfere... We can't afford to take that risk..."

With that, the white figure seemed to have lost the interest in continuing the conversation with Mr. Wei, and her body twisted for a while, and finally turned into a white light and escaped into the wooden box behind the old man.

The old man's face became strange at that time, and he looked at the young man in front of him, and his gaze changed...

......

That's a long time before I don't know how long it was.

The rebellion of the Great Departure Dynasty finally came to an end, and the ancestors of the Chu Dynasty led the heroes out of the sea of corpses and blood, and established the Great Unified Dynasty that has stood in this world for more than 600 years since then.

It was a heroic era, and it was destined to be a tragic song for the common people.

The Taoist with a handsome face on his head and a handsome face finally walked in the world again after a hundred years of penance.

Although a hundred years of life is not a snap of his fingers for him, it is just an enlightenment and a floating dream. And for the people in the world, a hundred years is enough to make the baby who is waiting to be fed taste enough in this world, and finally the old man is dying and turning into a loess. Even those cultivators he said he knew, and only the number of people who were still alive a hundred years later was five fingers, and that included those who were not good friends with him.

And Rao is like this, the Taoist who was just born still received the news that an old man was about to die.

He felt he had to meet him.

But before that, he had to meet another person, who had a strange name, Kun Buyu.

If you remember correctly, he was a physician, a pure physician.

This is a very strange thing, when he met him, he was already in his early forties, and now more than a hundred years have passed, Kun Buyu's age must be at least one hundred and fifty-six, a mortal, a mortal without the slightest cultivation, can live to this age, compared to those immortals who have lived for five or six hundred years, in a sense, it is more shocking.

And when he saw this old man, the horror in his heart was several times more than he had thought before.

This gray-haired, drooping old doctor turned out to be the head of a sect that had gathered a large number of monks, including some world-famous immortals. And they were all unexpectedly very pleased with this ordinary doctor.

For this reason, the Taoist was stunned for a few breaths before he began to talk with this old man.

"You rejected him?" it was only then that such a thought arose, and the old man, whose face was as wrinkled as an old tree, asked first.

"Hmm. "The Taoist has no intention of concealing it.

"Have you figured out what the rest of the way will go?" asked the old man again.

The Taoist shook his head.

"It's a pity that I can't accompany you. The old man sighed.

The two looked at each other speechlessly, silent for a long time.

The Taoist stayed in that sect for a day, while Kun Buyu slept most of the time. It's inconceivable that he can live for so long, but after all, at this age, his spirit is naturally not very good.

Before leaving, Kun Buyu gave the Taoist a piece of cyan wood, and the Taoist didn't know what it was, but he could clearly feel the endless vitality coming from the small wooden block.

He said: "The road ahead is difficult and dangerous, and this thing is a gift, like my companion." ”

The Taoist was silent again, although neither of them was clear, but they both knew that this was destined to be the last meeting.

......

The second person that the Taoist saw was called Wu Xiaohe.

The originator of the new sect Chixiaomen in the north, I have to say that these old people seem to be doing well, and the hot-tempered hairy boy also had a day to start a sect.

Thinking about this, the Taoist went to the top of their sect alone, the retreat place of Wuxiao He, surrounded by the young juniors.

Of course, the so-called retreat is better about waiting for death.

The reckless boy back then was already sitting on the cliff in the twilight, but what was vaguely visible between his eyebrows was a touch of unruliness that would not admit defeat even if he died.

The Taoist used to dislike his temperament, but now he is inexplicably relieved to see it.

"You're here?" Wu Xiaohe looked at the Taoist, and a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

"Hmm. The Taoist sat down in front of him, thinking in his heart how to begin this farewell. To him, this should be a very serious matter.

"Grandma, you're walking so fucking slowly, if it's a little bit of an hour in the evening, you won't see Lao Tzu. ”

It's just that before he could think it through, the gray-haired Wu Xiao He pointed at his nose and scolded.

"......" Taoist was silent, not knowing how to respond.

Seeing this, Wu Xiaohe waved his hand and muttered, "It's boring." ”

After saying that, he stretched out his hand and handed a thing to the Taoist, and the Taoist subconsciously caught it. When he started it, he felt that his hand was hot, and he looked at it fixedly, but saw that it was a token, with the word Huoyun written on it.

"There is a natal spirit flame in this token, if he completes the refining of it in the future, don't forget to return it to my disciples and grandchildren. Then, Wu Xiaohe stretched out his hand at that time, patted the Taoist on the shoulder and said, "Give Lao Tzu a good life, and don't forget to catch a few beautiful Jurchen immortals for Lao Tzu to burn at that time!"

Wu Xiaohe, who said this, sank his head and seemed to be about to fall asleep.

The disciples who were sitting densely at the foot of the cliff were immediately sad when they saw this scene, and they didn't know who was the first to cry, so the crowd howled and cried.

Seeing this scene, the Taoist was also a little depressed, and he was about to bow his head to say thank you to the body that had closed his eyes.

Wu Xiao He Wu suddenly raised his head at that time, he pointed to the disciples at the foot of the mountain and scolded: "What are you crying about, Lao Tzu is not dead yet!"

The crying under the mountain stopped abruptly, and the Taoist swallowed back the thank you on his lips.

"You all say that Lao Tzu doesn't read much, these days I sit alone on this mountain and think about a poem, do you want to listen to it?" Then Wu Xiaohe looked at the Taoist, licked his face with a smile on his face and asked.

How could the Taoist refuse, so he nodded.

The old man, who was already a handful of years, suddenly had a childlike smile on his face, and he stretched out his hand and waved it in the direction of the cliff. A series of crooked handwriting appeared on the cliff face at that time.

"Longtao is ten miles of mountains and rivers, and the clouds are overwhelming hundreds of miles of snow and rivers. ”

"Soldiers are thousands of miles of territory, and the night cage is thousands of miles of Huang Xuan. ”

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid!"

"Look at the east and see white, only I am Jinwu Zhengyan!"

The Taoist does not miss every word, and has read it carefully.

"How?" Wu Xiao asked.

"The words are round, the rhythm is huge, and the momentum is long..."The Taoist sighed sincerely, but the words suddenly stopped, he looked sideways at the old man beside him, and at this time, Wu Xiaohe lowered his head again and sat quietly.

The Taoist was stunned, and the look on his face suddenly became a little lonely.

He knew that this time, Wu Xiao He really fell asleep....

The Taoist looked at the old man in front of him silently for a long time, and finally stood up, bowed to the other party, and said: "Starry Sky Ten Thousand Domains, if there is a chance, Wei will take a look at it on behalf of Brother Wu..."

......

Left the Chixiao Gate.

The Taoist pondered where and how he should go on the rest of his path.

He wandered aimlessly in the world, saw many landscapes, and met some people.

Finally, he came to the east of Dachu, and his mind suddenly moved and remembered that there was an old man alive in the mountain that had been inherited for thousands of years in Chendi, although the relationship was not good, but after so many years, the grievances had already been written off, and it was okay to see the previous side after all.

With this in mind, he set off towards the mountain.

But when he passed by Dayuan Mountain, he was stopped by a person.

He said that his name was Fei Lian, and he was imprisoned in Dayuan Mountain, and he had heard the story of the Taoist and the fox, and wanted to invite the Taoist to go to Dayuan Mountain to talk about it, after all, his body was sealed in Dayuan Mountain, and he could divide a divine sense to come to see the Taoist side has exhausted all his strength, and it can't go on for a long time.

The Taoist thought about it, after all, this Dajun was her clansman, whether it was out of guilt or nostalgia, the Taoist finally agreed to the invitation of the Dajun and went to Dayuan Mountain alone.

It was a conversation that lasted for 100 days.

No one knew what they said, and few even knew that the conversation had ever taken place.

The only thing I know is that since that conversation, a big wooden box has been added to the Taoist's back, and since then, the wooden box has never left the Taoist.

......

"Meow!" Xuan'er woke up from her slumber, it realized that something was wrong, stood up and let out a terrible roar towards the figure standing in front of Xu Han's bed, its hair stood up one after another like sharp needles, and its body jumped and fell in front of Xu Han's bed, staring at the figure with a wary face.

This sharp howl made Mr. Wei, who was outside the spirit, be pulled out of his thoughts.

"Shhhh He made a silent gesture towards Xuan'er.

Xuan'er also saw the old man's appearance clearly at this time, it recognized Mr. Wei, the vigilance in his eyes dissipated slightly, but he still stood in front of Xu Han and was reluctant to leave.

Seeing this, Mr. Wei shook his head helplessly, and stretched out his hand to drive Xuan'er away.

But as soon as his hand stretched out, Xuan'er lit up his fangs and bit towards Mr. Wei. Xuan'er's mind is clear, it knows that it is good, and it is still sleeping at the moment whether it is a sigh and a Chu hatred, the reason why this is so is probably the so-called old man in front of him.

Now that Xu Han is still unconscious, Xuan'er has changed her docile style and become a little irritable.

Mr. Wei obviously didn't expect this, and his outstretched hand was bitten by Xuan'er's fangs, and red blood spilled from his fingers.

Mr. Wei was stunned for a moment after seeing the blood, and then turned his head in disbelief to look at Xuan'er, who had won the blow and stepped away, still staring at him vigilantly.

For the first time, he carefully measured Xu Han's black cat.

Xuan'er didn't like to be looked at like this, it arched its body, the black pupils in its amber eyes became narrow, and a heavy, hoarse exhalation erupted from its throat.

Mr. Wei didn't seem to see Xuan'er's strange appearance at this moment, and stretched out his hand to grab Xuan'er into his arms.

So there was a burst of chickens and dogs jumping in the door, and finally Mr. Wei still held Xuan'er in his arms, and for this reason, there were a few more scratches on his face, and there were many tears on his clothes, but he was still unaware of this, and he carefully looked at the black cat in his arms that was still struggling.

Suddenly, he seemed to have discovered something, and his face changed.

Immediately, he lifted Xuan'er's body high, and his face showed great joy.

"It's you! it's you!" he said, looking a little crazy.

Xuan'er, who struggled several times without success, lowered her head, as if she was a little afraid of this crazy old man.

Mr. Wei was still unaware of this, and he still said to himself: "Yes, yes." ”

"You're still there, the road is still there!"

"We can walk there, we can walk there..."

As he spoke, for some reason, tears suddenly welled up in the corners of the eyes of the smiling old man...