After passing through the long aisle and going up two floors of the basement, Lu Ran followed Chu Yi before walking on the ground again.

It turned out that the prison they were in was on the third basement floor.

On the ground, I passed through a few circuitous corridors, and I came to a secluded courtyard.

In the courtyard, there is a room and a lamp, and there is a figure, sitting quietly.

"Come in, I'll be at the door." Chu Yi looked left and right, confirmed that it was correct, and said to Lu Ran.

Lu Ran pushed the door and entered, and saw that it was a small living room, all white.

There was only one offering table and a few strange chairs, and one person sat on top of it.

He looked no more than thirty years old, with an elegant temperament and affectionate eyes, as if he had just recovered from some kind of intoxication.

When this man saw Lu Ran coming in, he got up slowly, his tone was loud and modest, and he came up and made a big salute: "Brother Lu, there is a courtesy below." ”

"You are ......" Through the faint light, Lu Ran repeatedly confirmed that he didn't know him.

"Below, what a vulgar." The man was unhurried and introduced himself: "The name is unique, the name is beautiful, and he calls himself ......"

"Wait a minute, who do you say you are?" Lu Ran hurriedly interrupted him.

"In the next, he is vulgar, the name is vulgar, and the number is ......"

"What? You are He Dushu, you are the boss of 'Gathering Eight Immortals'? Although he has never seen it, Lu Ran has long been familiar with the name of this imaginary villain.

"Yes, in the next, He Duse, the name is Duse, the name is unique, and the number is beautiful...... "This He Duse, not hurried, a sentence was interrupted three times, and he was not angry.

Lu Ran thought to himself, it was really a dead cat who met a blind mouse.

It's all outrageous.

So he picked a chair for himself, and he wanted to sit down and watch the man's performance quietly.

"Look at me, patronizing myself and introducing myself, snubbing the monk, Brother Lu, please take a seat." He Dushu picked a position opposite Lu Ran, invited Lu Ran to sit down, and asked, "Brother Lu has been tired all the way and is frightened, do you want to serve some sweet snacks to fill your stomach?" ”

"Okay." Lu Ran was also polite, he was indeed a little hungry: "I said, also send one to my friends in the prison." ”

"That's nature. That's nature. He Dushu nodded again and again, as if he lowered his head a little ashamedly because he was not thoughtful.

Taking advantage of the supper, Lu Ran also carefully looked at this He Dushu again.

According to rumors, He Dushu should be an old man in his seventies and eighties, but now he looks unusually young.

In addition to the elegance and modesty of his gestures, he is really unique in his dress, as a "great artist".

The officials and masters that Lu Ran saw in the past, at his age, were nothing more than silk and satin, wearing gold and jade, and they were all luxurious and generous.

He Dushi is different, first of all, his hairstyle is very unique, short black hair of less than an inch, no bun and no drape, and his deliberately trimmed beard, just revealing a smooth and delicate face.

This is the face of a seventy or eighty-year-old man, who says that he is thirty years old, and he is old.

Looking at his dress, it is also good. A plain dress, the style is very strange, the upper body is a short gown of distant mountain purple, the lower body is a hakama of the same color that does not close, but it looks very harmonious together, and then with a pair of leather and a few accessories that seem to be careless but carefully selected, it gives people the feeling that it is very unique, well, lazy and unique.

Just to match the dress, this summer is also wrapped around a silk scarf, which seems a little redundant and deliberate.

Lu Ran didn't know anything about fashion, but he just felt that after living for eighteen years, few people let him take a few more looks because of his dress.

From this point of view, this outfit is a bit like the style I saw in 2032.

In addition to dressing, He Du's words, deeds, and actions are also very comfortable, and if you have to find a word, that is, elegance.

What is elegant, Lu Ran doesn't know very much, just thinking that He Dushi is an artist, and it is naturally different from those cultivators who fight and kill, or those wine Mengzi in the inn.

And this kind of elegance is not the same as the princely nobility of Huihuan.

All in all, this is a well-maintained and well-behaved person, and it seems that he is not a great traitor.

When they met for the first time, Lu Ran's feelings for him were actually not bad.

Lu Ran was pondering here, and He Dushu spoke again: "Brother Lu, you stare at the next look and look again, could it be that you saw something strange?" ”

"No, you look good in this dress, take a few more looks." Lu Ran told the truth.

"The little monk is in good taste, I'll send a few sets to the house." He Duche elegantly straightened his collar and examined himself very narcissistically.

Lu Ran was also polite: "If you want different colors, you can also send other novel styles together." ”

"Yes. Yes. ”

"So, the meal has also been eaten, and the gift has been received, Boss He, now you should talk about it, you tied me here, what is the matter?" Lu Ran saw that He Dushu was about to open his mouth to greet again, so he asked questions first.

Hearing Lu Ran being so direct, He Dushi got up, checked the doors and windows around, and then returned to Lu Ran, plopped, and actually knelt down.

"Believers are so vulgar, they have seen the sect master!" He Dushu hugged Lu Ran's thigh and cried bitterly.

All the elegance and goodwill, swept away.

"You ......" This situation really caught Lu Ran by surprise.

He had already thought about pretending to be thirteen, slapping his face, and playing a fan, but now he suddenly had no use.

"Sect Master, the solitary people have been waiting here for thirty years, and finally wait for you to appear!"

"......" Lu Ran was confused and asked, "What do you call me?" Master? ”

"Yes, you are the leader of our Wu Sect that has been lost for thousands of years!" He Dushu cried even louder.

Ukrainianism? The Cult of the Green Crow?

There are still people in this world who believe in Qingwu?

"I'm not a cult master!" In the face of a man's stalking in this way, Lu Ran felt that the hairs on his body stood on end, which made him more uncomfortable than beating him.

"No, you are! Master! Alone looking for a fairy trail, find so bitter! "He is vulgar and unforgiving.

"Send me back to prison!" Lu Ran almost knelt down for He Dushu and begged bitterly.

“……”

“……”

The two were at a stalemate, and the atmosphere was delicate.

"You let go first, don't hug my thighs! Something to talk about! Finally, Lu Ran couldn't hold on and relented.

"Also...... It's not that hard. He Dushu raised his head, his eyes showed hope, and said slowly: "As long as the sect leader uses a little magic power, he can help me." ”

"Oh, you have something to say in one breath!" The more Lu Ran listened, the more anxious he became.

"On the sixth day of the first month of the next month, that is, the day of the 'floating map', it is the day when the solitary people knock on the customs and ascend to immortals." He Dushu finally let go and wiped his tears: "Dushu knocked forty-eight times, all failed, and now only this last ...... remains."

"What are you talking about? I don't understand either. Lu Jian only heard the word "floating map", these two words, Qingwu mentioned it several times, and the original date was the sixth day of the sixth month of June.

That is, seven days later.

"It doesn't matter if the sect leader doesn't understand, the sect leader just needs to pity the solitary vulgar and save the solitary vulgar." Here, they are still begging each other.

"Tell me, how do you want me to help?" Lu Ran was a little curious.

"As long as ...... As long as the sect leader leaves the town of Banli within these seven days, leaves the Wanshan realm, and preferably, leaves the Lishan country. After going around in such a big circle, He Dushu finally said what he wanted.

"Get out of your mother's ......" Lu Ran was furious and kicked He Dushu away.

It means that I am not here, and you can succeed by knocking.

"Are you kidding me?" Looking at He Duchu with a panicked face, Lu Ran went up and grabbed him by the collar.

"No, Brother Lu, my sincerity is true, and I am willing to give away thousands of family wealth, family members, and lifelong income!" He Dushu cried and mourned, and it didn't seem like he was joking.

"Why? Why can you become it when I'm gone? ”

"This ...... Brother Lu, I don't know about this...... It's just that the immortal master said......"

"When you say Immortal Master, do you mean Him?" Lu Ran's eyes were like electricity, and he pointed to the ground.

That's a shadow.

It is neither Lu Ran's, nor He Du's, nor is it a table or chair, nor is it shining in from the window.

It is a shadow that does not belong to anyone or anything, but to a shadow.

The shadow suddenly stood up, smiled, and transformed into a man covered in a black robe.