"Who are you? Don't you want to oppose us?" The executioner had already retreated, and the guards stepped forward to surround Zhuge Chen.

But the white clothes in the field didn't pay attention, but took out countless heavenly treasures from his mustard seeds, hoping that the middle-aged man could be resurrected. But he was a mortal, and his head was cut off by a big knife, and he lost his breath in an instant. Even though Zhuge Chen has now returned to the peak of the Mandate of Heaven, Sword Cultivation is like killing people, but he is not good at saving people. After he understood that he couldn't change the fact that the middle-aged man was dead no matter what, he finally gave up, but there was a monstrous anger in his eyes. Since the people in the city don't know, Zhuge Chen will let them know what corpses are all over the field today!

He put down the body of the middle-aged man and isolated the place from the outside world with a sword aura. Then he stepped down from the shattered high platform and said, "In three breaths, I'm going to kill you bastards who are fighting for tigers! Since you are contributing to that rich businessman, you should not be wronged if you die, right?"

The guards didn't take him seriously, they were ready to move one by one, and some of them even walked in front of Zhuge Chen, cheering for the rest of the people behind him: "Brothers, don't be afraid, behind us are rich merchants, and no one in this city dares to attack us." What's more, that middle-aged man is just a steamed bun seller, what kind of master can he know? Let's take action together and send this pretending white dress to the western sky!"

But the next moment, he couldn't speak, because his throat had been pinched by Zhuge Chen, and the pain and suffocating feeling made the guard struggle desperately, but he couldn't escape.

Zhuge Chen said softly: "You ...... Have you ever been to the West Heaven? I have been, but it is not the one you have in mind, but the real West Heaven. It's a good place, but it's a pity that you can't go, and the only outcome waiting for you is that your soul is gone, and I won't leave you with even a glimmer of hope for reincarnation. ”

As he spoke, Zhuge Chen's fingers were forceful, and he broke the guard's neck, and then looked at the remaining guards and said indifferently: "This is the fate of all of you, I promise." ”

He weaved through the crowd like a ghost, leaving a criss-crossing sword aura in his wake, constantly reaping the lives of the guards. Someone shouted before he died, saying that he was a killing god and should not be in this city. Hearing this, Zhuge Chen looked back and said, "It really shouldn't be, but you really let it out with your own hands." In that case, pay the price for your stupidity!"

Before leaving, Zhuge Chen took the body of the middle-aged man away, and there was a river of blood behind him, but there was not a bit of dust on the white clothes.

Even though in the past few decades, when most of the people present have become old and confused, they can still remember the heroic appearance of the white clothes that day. Killing a guard is as easy as flicking a finger.

Zhuge Chen did not go directly to the home of the rich merchant, but first buried the body of the middle-aged man in a deep mountain outside the city, he personally erected a monument, and set up a sword qi that could not be dispersed for a hundred years. After sitting for several days, I finally left. Before leaving, Zhuge Chen took out the immortal brew in his mustard seeds, poured most of the jar in front of the tombstone without distress, and drank the rest by himself: "When I first met, you always told me that you really wanted to drink some good wine in this life, but unfortunately you couldn't make a lot of money selling steamed buns, and you had to spend time saving it for your daughter as a dowry." Now, the jar of wine you drink can be sold for the price of one immortal coin, which is enough to buy dozens of cities in the world, if you know it, you can't be extremely happy...... Maybe scared half to death. ”

"You're used to being thrifty, and your life is already very bad, and you still take care of me, a little beggar. It's a pity that the little beggar at that time was a waste who couldn't even figure out his own affairs, and he couldn't help anything, so he could only watch you die. So how could you not blame me? If I had figured it out, at least, what happened today wouldn't have happened. Zhuge Chen stood up and said slowly: "The only thing I can do is to help your father and daughter avenge." Rest assured, the rich merchant family will never survive, and I will detain their souls here and endure the wind and sun for thousands of years. But even so, if the dead can be resurrected by this, can I have peace of conscience?"

"I can't at all, this is a hurdle that no matter how much I deceive myself, I can't get around. Zhuge Chen said bitterly: "If nothing else, when I enter the bamboo basket to draw water, my own demons will be you." But I'm glad to see you again. ”

After saying this, Zhuge Chen walked down the mountain step by step. Just looking at his back, he lost his soul. Obviously he has rebuilt his own path of cultivation, and he is standing in front of him after breaking it, how can he be even more embarrassed than when he was a little beggar?

......

These days, the wealthy businessman's family is not very peaceful. Because he was afraid that the white-clothed cultivator who didn't know his identity would come here to kill, the rich merchant personally went out and spent a huge amount of money to invite the strange people around him, plus the grandmaster in the family who had returned from a long trip to worship, it was already a very strong force. But the rich merchant still had no confidence in his heart, because he had heard that all the guards he had sent out had not returned, and he had also gone to see it himself. The scene was horrific and it was said that the white-clothed cultivator simply walked through the crowd and harvested their lives. He asked his own grandmaster to worship, and the other party admitted that he had never had such a means.

It's just that the worship has been comforting him, and the white-clothed cultivator may just be doing righteous things, and he won't find the rich merchant along the way. Or maybe that person has a treasure with high lethality, but the conditions for using a treasure like this are extremely harsh, and it is very likely that it has already been shattered after this cast. After all, cultivators who can have such a realm are not only not found in the city, but even in a country that has not been seen for thousands of years, so there is no need to worry so much.

During this period, the only son of the wealthy merchant suddenly remembered that the little beggar who had been beaten by himself had said that he was destined to become a saint and a god king, and the little beggar was the only one in the city who could talk to the middle-aged man's family who died at their hands, so he couldn't help but think about it. And the people who watched that day also said that it was a young man, but he was very delicate, not like the little beggar who was crazy all day. This made the only son of the rich merchant feel at ease, but he still secretly sent people to search for the little beggar in the whole city, and he must bring the other party to his own side to never forget the trouble. It's just that the guards who were sent out naturally returned in vain, and the only son of the rich merchant could only comfort himself that the little beggar must have left early after getting the news, and had nothing to do with the white-clothed cultivator at all.

A cultivator who is so powerful will not be beaten by himself even if he wants to experience life in the human world. Such an easy-to-understand truth, the only son of a wealthy businessman still knows.

But he still had some heart palpitations, and still wanted to find the little beggar, even if it was a clue.

At dusk that day, Zhuge Chen returned to the city, he first sat down by the stream in the city until late at night, and then went directly to the clouds, the loud sound pierced the dark clouds of the night sky, and the whole city heard his voice.

The little beggar came to take revenge, and three days later went to the rich merchants. It's a simple sentence, but it's chilling.

Then he used his sword qi to surround the entire city, but the city gate was deliberately opened for ordinary people to enter and exit normally.

The rich merchant sat on the chair at the top of the hall in thin clothes, and said to the worshippers and others, "The worst has happened, that little beggar is a white-clothed cultivator, what do you think?"

The Grandmaster walked out of the hall, glanced at the canopy above his head, sighed, shook his head helplessly, and said, "If it is really a cultivator with an extremely high realm, I have never heard of it to block the entire city with just a qi machine. If it really doesn't work, it can only be that you, master, ask for help like the imperial court, and let the imperial court send a cultivator with a higher realm to suppress it. Otherwise, we're all going to die here!"

The rich merchant said softly: "Is there no other way? For example, if we pack up our belongings now and go out of the city overnight, I guess he won't notice it." ”

"My lord, now is not the time to hesitate. Since the other party has the ability to block the entire city with a gas machine, how can he not pay attention to our movements? Three days seems to have left a way for us to live, but in my opinion, it is his contempt for us, and he wants you and me to experience the feeling of anxiety but helplessness together, so as to complete the revenge he wants to achieve. But one move is really clever, but this is also where our chance to survive lies, taking advantage of this time to let the imperial court send someone to come, it may not be impossible to turn against the guest and kill the white-clothed cultivator here, and the future troubles will never be followed. The Grandmaster analyzed the current situation and expressed his opinion: "I don't know what everyone thinks?"

Some of the people present had actually retreated in their hearts, but after listening to the analysis of the sect master's offerings, their already impetuous hearts calmed down, and they nodded in response.

At this moment, Zhuge Chen's voice sounded in the lobby: "If you want to leave now, I won't stop you, but if you want to stay here after three days, you will also die here." How you choose depends on your own thoughts, and for me it is just one more kill. ”

Such arrogant remarks did not annoy everyone. Because this is exactly the case, this white-clothed cultivator does have such confidence.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the Sect Master stood up again and said, "Your Excellency is sowing discord like this, is it really impossible for us to be bullied? Three days later, it is not known who will kill the deer. ”

"It's just a grandmaster, and he dares to make a big statement. A chuckling voice spread here: "In three days, I will come to kill you, just a breath." ”

He then continued: "Rich merchant, don't worry, you won't die so soon. I will see your wife separated with my own eyes, and I will repay you a hundredfold for all that I have done!"

The voice disappeared in the lobby immediately, and the wealthy merchant sitting in the first place only felt cold through his body, and it took a long time to react. He stood up, staggered out of the hall, and whispered to the Grandmaster: "Just do as you say, I will contact the imperial court now and ask them to send someone to come." As long as you can get through this difficulty, it doesn't matter if your wealth is scattered, after all, it's better than really dying here. ”

Early the next morning, one of the guards of the wealthy merchant quickly sent a secret letter, with only a simple line on it: "I beg the court to help!"

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As the last day approached, the people of the city became excited, hoping that the rich merchant's family would be destroyed at this time. They have been in charge of the city for a long time, and they have done all kinds of evil, and no one dares to disobey their ideas. Although it will not make the people in the city miserable, it is like a boulder hanging overhead, making people frightened all the time.

Zhuge Chen has been sitting in the clouds for the past few days, although the realm is lost and he will no longer feel hungry, but when he arrives at the meal, he will still take out a cold steamed bun and put it in his mouth and gnaw it. When you feel thirsty, you take a sip of wine, and the rest of the time you empty your mind and think about nothing.

The sound of someone rushing into the air in the distance came into Zhuge Chen's ears, and he stood up and said to himself: "Is the helper you invited finally here? ”

Dressed in heavy armor, he was the highest level cultivator in this small dynasty, and he was also a general, he had been through a hundred battles and had always put the interests of the dynasty first. That's exactly why I came this time. The people of the city all exclaimed in surprise when they saw this person, of course they knew about this general who was worshiped as the patron saint of the dynasty. Although many people have seen Zhuge Chen's strength, in their hearts, there is undoubtedly that the armored general is higher.

Zhuge Chen walked towards him and said, "Your Excellency, you should go back wherever you came from, and it will save me from hurting you lightly." ”

The general snorted coldly and said, "This sentence should be said by me." ”

"Since we are each unwilling to give in, there is no need to talk!" Zhuge Chen said with a smile: "In this case, I will beat you up first, and then go down to find the rich businessman's family to settle the account slowly." ”

As soon as the words fell, Zhuge Chen moved, and as soon as he made a move, he was a fist on the top of the mountain, and the heaven and earth above the head of the city also trembled. The general did not dare to underestimate his opponent, waited for the battle, put his arms across his chest, and shouted loudly: "Move like a mountain." ”

Zhuge Chen rushed forward and said: "It's a good one that doesn't move like a mountain, break it for me!"

How could this fist that even the sky could shatter could be blocked by the general, but in an instant, Zhuge Chen's fist not only broke the general's painstaking defense, but also hit the opponent's chest with a punch. Only then did the general who had suffered such a heavy blow realize the gap between himself and the other party, and after spurting out a mouthful of blood, he asked in disbelief: "You are actually a cultivator of the Heavenly Mandate Realm?!"

Zhuge Chen replied loudly: "My name is Zhuge Chen, the peak sword cultivation of the Mandate of Heaven, and I can kill the Dao!"

The general was struck by lightning, and he had heard of the realm of Zhendao for so many years, and it was said that there were few cultivators in this realm among the four major dynasties. When he met a young man today, although he didn't have such a realm, how could he not be surprised if his killing power could be compared with it?

"Then how did you end up here and have a grudge against such ants as the wealthy merchant family in the city?" the general continued.

Zhuge Chen, who was stabbed in the heart, couldn't help but say, and followed up with another punch: "Such a question, is it that you can ask a little luck? Leave you with your life today, why don't you get out quickly? If it annoys me, I swear that your entire dynasty will be buried because of your stupidity!"

After hearing this, the general dared to stay for a long time, swept out along the original road, and disappeared into Zhuge Chen's field of vision.

Bai Yi lowered his head, looked at the city, walked down step by step, landed inside, and said to himself: "Then it's time to do my own thing." ”

As he walked through the city where he had stayed for three years, he felt a lot in his heart, and the people retreated to the streets, looking at him with admiration and vigilance. Zhuge Chen didn't react, just walked towards the rich merchants. Every step represents one less point in the life of a wealthy businessman. When he finally stood in front of the palatial gate, there was naturally not much left.

He pushed the door and walked in, and at a glance he saw the guards who were so frightened that they couldn't even hold the weapons in their hands, Zhuge Chen stretched out his hands from his big sleeves, and the sword qi also poured out, wantonly harvesting their lives. He first found the grandmaster to worship, ignored the other party's pleas for mercy, smashed his head with both fists, and slowly left.

He came to the room of the rich merchant's only son, and the other party was curled up on the bed, looking very pitiful. Zhuge Chen stepped forward, smashed the quilt covering him with sword qi, grabbed his neck and forced him to look at himself, and then asked, "When you killed your uncle's daughter, did you think that this would be the result?"

The only son of the rich merchant shook his head with difficulty, but after seeing Zhuge Chen's brow, he quickly nodded again.

Zhuge Chen ignored his struggles, but continued: "I remember I once told you that I was a former god king......, right? A little beggar who is doomed to nothing. Well, now the little beggar has your life in his hands and can easily kill you. And you, the only son of a rich businessman, are born rich and noble, and regard anyone as an object that you can play with at will, and treat human life like a mustard, and you yourself say that people like you deserve to die?"

The only son of a wealthy businessman wanted to speak, but Zhuge Chen slapped him in the mouth: "All I need is that you can shut up and listen to me." ”

"You should know this, right?" Zhuge Chen took out two blunt knives that made the rich merchant's only son quite familiar and said, "I have kept these two blunt knives for three years. This humiliation, I remember it all the time, today is good, everything can be over. Now that I have returned to my rightful owner, I think you will be happy. ”

As he spoke, he put the blunt knife in his hand on the shoulder of the rich merchant's only son, left and right, and slammed the hilt of the knife in his hand, and the screams resounded in the house endlessly. At this moment, the rich merchant who loved his son pushed the door out, and he did not dare to act rashly, but stood at the door and said in a pleading tone: "I beg you, what is coming at me, let go of my son." ”

"Don't worry, how could I forget you?" Zhuge Chen said slowly: "It's really touching father's love, but have you ever thought that uncle, as a father, is only able to help his daughter avenge? If you are from your uncle's point of view, what should you do? When someone kills your son, not only does he not have anger in his heart, but he stands aside and clapps his hands and praises him again and again. But you're not like that now, aren't you still rushing in front of me?"

Zhuge Chen let go of the rich merchant's only son and let him fall on the bedding that had been stained red with blood. He twisted in pain, but each twitch made him feel more intense pain. Cycle after week, this unusually indifferent only son of a wealthy businessman longed to die right now.

Bai Yi turned his head, his face was hideous, he had never been as sad as he had been a few days ago, nor had he been as angry as he was today. Once upon a time, he was a god-king, and he was above the clouds of worship by all people. Now I appreciate the warmth and coldness of people, but it is at the cost of falling off the altar.

"How dare you be so arrogant and kill your uncle?" He was completely crazy, and his sword qi became more and more violent in this place uncontrollably, and even cut himself into a thousand holes in white clothes: "How can I kill you so easily?"

He stood in the center of the eye of the storm swept by the sword qi, his eyes were bloodshot, he stretched out his hand and grabbed the only son of the rich merchant and pulled out the two blunt knives on the other party's shoulders with force, and stabbed the other party's body continuously: "Do you feel good to see your only son about to die?

The rich merchant threw himself on his knees and begged for mercy in a loud voice: "Let my son go...... Let my son go!"

Zhuge Chen turned a deaf ear and became more and more crazy: "Damn! Damn! Damn!"

Airplanes!

The cold light that erupted from the rubber pillar sword shone in the room, and Zhuge Chen finally regained his clarity at this moment. If it weren't for the Sword Protector, if he continued, Bai Yi would walk down the path cut by his own hands and fall into the demon path, never to return. If this is the case, there will be one less god king in the world, and there will also be one more mad demon.

Zhuge Chen's heavy breath came into the ears of the rich businessman's father and son, and they didn't know why this white cloth like a killing god suddenly calmed down.

Zhuge Chen laughed at himself: "It's really a gaffe, just detain your souls according to the original idea and repay your mistakes." ”

In order to avoid falling into the state of Fang Cai again, he made a decisive move, beheaded the rich merchant father and son, and then used his own qi to put the souls of the two into his big sleeve, and then killed all the cultivators who remained in the mansion before plundering out of the rich merchant. waited until they rushed to the deep mountain where the middle-aged man was buried, and then released them again. It is not surprising that a cultivator can have such a means, basically every cultivator who can cross the boundary between immortals and mortals can manipulate the souls of mortals at will, which is also the difference between "immortals" and "humans". As long as the mortal spirit is not used to refine artifacts that are not tolerated by the world, or only for the ascent of the realm, he will not be blamed. What's more, there are still grudges between the two sides, and there is a reason for it.

Zhuge Chen used his sword qi to create two lampshades and put the souls of the rich businessman's father and son into them. Mortals can't see it, and cultivators won't break it after seeing it. As long as the sword qi does not disperse, they can only be imprisoned here forever.

"Uncle, I have already avenged you, and I will stay here for these two sinners, I hope you will know and feel at ease. Zhuge Chen stared at the tombstone, stretched out his hand and touched it and said: "If you had listened to my advice, it would have been great, and life and death would not be separated now." Now that my realm has returned, I won't stay here to disturb your sleep. I'll come back to see you when I have time, but it will be years from now. ”

He knew that he was dead, and now there was no surviving rich merchant with a remnant soul

Before leaving, he returned to the city, where the houses of the wealthy merchants had been looted by the influx of people, and it was evident how oppressed they had been over the years. But if this rich businessman dies, there will still be the next one, and what happened to a middle-aged man will happen. Even if they look at the world, it is the same, but they can't meet Zhuge Chen, let alone take revenge. Originally, Bai Yi could have left a sword qi to supervise this place on his behalf, but he thought about it and thought that he still didn't do it after all. Even if it is the one who is a Buddhist, who established Buddhism in the Western Heavens, the killing of living beings still cannot be stopped. Human immortals are still like this, let alone him. I don't want to admit it, but it's a powerless thing.

He smiled bitterly and walked out of the city, but the sudden sharp pain caused him to fall to the ground on his back, and when he woke up again, he found that he was extremely weak, and he had lost the realm of the peak of the Heavenly Destiny. Originally, after regaining one's realm by chance, he needed to recuperate, and no matter how bad he was, he couldn't do it like this, which can also be seen that there was a reason why he almost went mad before. But if he could do it all over again, he would do it anyway, and he wouldn't hesitate. The realm is gone, and you can enter the destiny of heaven again through penance, but there is no way to help the uncle take revenge, he will be like a knife at night.

He stood on the forest path, looked at the moonlight, and was stunned, and only after a long time did he say a sentence: "The lost will not come back." ”

Fortunately, the realm is not.

......

Along the way, Zhuge Chen walked very slowly, giving people the feeling that they were like being taken away. Zeng Zhenzhen was also very suspicious, although after the two got along, he knew that Bai Yi was not a person who talked much, but he would not be as silent as today.

"What's wrong?" he left Xiao Qian and walked to Zhuge Chen's side and asked.

"Huh?" Zhuge Chen came back to his senses and said, "Don't worry, I'm fine, I just thought of some things in the past." ”

Zeng Zhenzhen breathed a sigh of relief and comforted: "Don't think about it, my master always tells me that I must live in the present, the past is like smoke, and let the past things pass!"

Zhuge Chen nodded lightly, thinking deeply, but after a while, he frowned and said, "Brother Zeng is not kind, and he actually took the opportunity to take advantage of me." ”

Zeng Zhenzhen laughed and said, "Brother, you are laughing, how can you be?"

Ran'er, who was walking behind the two, saw such a scene, and a trace of envy that she didn't want to admit rose in her heart. Because of her temper, she didn't have a real friend since she was a child, even Xiaoqian was just her sister. In the past, she agreed with the statement of being alone in the world, even if it was cold from a high place, it made her fascinated. The most important thing for a practitioner is the level of the realm, and the rest is all nonsense. is as proud as her, and she shouldn't care about the so-called children's affection. Thousands of years later, all the friends have become corpses, and when I think of it, I am the only one who is sad.

But after seeing Zhuge Chen and Zeng Zhenzhen today, she had a little doubt, didn't she really need a friend to talk to when she was sad?

She had seen Zhuge Chen's methods, and although she didn't want to admit it, it was indeed much stronger than her. Then as his friend, Zeng Zhenzhen is naturally not bad, it stands to reason that the cultivation enthusiasm of the same level should be regarded as the enemy of the Great Dao, but in the conversation between the two of them, they can't feel it at all. There is no deliberate respect and consideration for each other everywhere outside the words, just like the small hair that grew up together in the market. But she had no doubt that the two would even risk their own lives for each other.

Zeng Zhenzhen looked at the restaurants next to each other in the distance, and said, "Let's go to the biggest one, anyway, brother, you pay for it, and we just have to pay for it." ”

Zhuge Chen scolded with a smile, but didn't say anything. It's just four mouths, and it won't be enough to give him food to the four walls, and it just so happens that today I feel a little irritable because I think of the past, and I just borrow wine to drown my sorrows, as long as it's not more sorrowful.

Xiao Qian's smile bloomed, she has been thinking about whether she can fill her stomach for the past few days, and now that she has the opportunity to feast, she naturally shows a happy smile. Only Ran'er was a little sullen, walking alone at the back, and didn't even see a protruding stone in front of him, so he almost tripped and fell to the ground.

"Sister Ran'er, you should be a little happier, so much to spoil everyone's interest!" Xiao Qian reminded softly beside her.

Ran'er listened, pulled the corners of her mouth, and showed the three of them a smile that was more ugly than crying.

Seeing this, Zhuge Chen turned his head, shook his head lightly and said to himself: "Brother Zeng, I don't know how to continue, I really don't dare to compliment!"

Zeng Zhenzhen gave a thumbs up, stretched out to Zhuge Chen's eyes, and then nodded and said, "The hero sees the same thing. ”

......

A few people walked into a restaurant and sat on the top floor with the best view, Zhuge Chen did not hesitate and asked for a table of the best wine and food.

He listened to Zeng Zhenzhen's chatter, poured himself a glass of wine, and tasted it in small sips. Even if he drinks, Zhuge Chen likes to take it step by step, unlike Zeng Zhenzhen, when he came up, he first bragged about his mass, and then he drank bitterly, and others couldn't stop him. It's just that the consequence of this is that before he has drunk three rounds, he has already collapsed under the chair and is unconscious.

Zhuge Chen said to him: "Brother Zeng, let's drink less today, and if I drink too much, I have to ask you to take care of me." ”

The implication is that your wine is so bad, and there are two girls here today, so don't drink like that. Otherwise, if you get drunk and talk nonsense, it will be difficult to be friends with others in the future. Fortunately, Zeng Zhenzhen understood what he meant, nodded and agreed, but he had also drunk with Zhuge Chen, and he knew the amount of alcohol on the other side, so he didn't think that Bai Yi would really drink too much today.

Just as Zhuge Chen was about to poke his chopsticks out of the dishes, Ran Er suddenly handed over a glass of wine and said: "It's boring to drink too much by yourself, I'll drink with you! After all, it is three glasses of wine in the stomach, which is indeed heroic, but looking at her spicy and slightly distorted but deliberately endured face, it is still a little unbearable.

Zhuge Chen said with a smile: "Since Miss Ran'er doesn't want to drink, she doesn't have to drink. What is not to apologize, and where should I say it? Just like Brother Zeng said, since they have already walked at the same table to eat, at least they are friends. Do you treat friends with small stomachs? Then I don't think you need to have friends with such friends. So I'll have to give you back these three glasses of wine. ”

Zeng Zhenzhen echoed on the side: "That's how it should be!"

Ran Er said in disbelief: "Friend, is it so simple?"

Zeng Zhenzhen began to behave again, and said like a river: "You see that I have a good relationship with my brother, but in fact, we have only known each other for a few days, but we are solid." Didn't you go to Qingshan Waterfall to compete for that blessing, and it is true, if you go together, you will naturally know the two of us. ”

Then Zeng Zhenzhen said the matter with added fuel and vinegar, Zhuge Chen didn't want to interrupt him, so he drank one cup after another on the side. After he finished speaking, Ran Er felt very unbelievable that these two cultivators, who had only known each other for a short time, were so attentive.

However, Xiao Qian looked at Zhuge Chen with some surprise and asked, "The fortune that is said to be a time flying sword was really given by you?"

Ran Er hurriedly said: "Xiao Qian, after all, it is someone else's treasure, how can it be handed over to someone else casually?"

Zhuge Chen said with a smile: "It doesn't matter, but I always call it a gap." After that, he took out the flying sword from his big sleeve and pulled it into Xiao Qian's hand.

Xiao Qian couldn't put it down, holding the flying sword in her hand and imagining that she was also a sword cultivator, she sat on the chair and began to entertain herself. After about a stick of incense, she returned the gap to Zhuge Chen, and said with some regret: "If only I were also a sword cultivator." ”

Zhuge Chen opened his mouth and said: "If you are not a sword cultivator, you may not be able to use a flying sword, although the killing power is greatly reduced, but it is also extremely gorgeous." If Xiao Qian really likes it, I will give you a flying sword that does not have to be a sword cultivator to use when I have the opportunity. ”

Xiao Qian happily clapped her hands and said, "Great!"

Ran Er frowned again, and Zhuge Chen had no choice but to speak: "It's all said, we are friends." ”

In Jiangshui City, there are actually many cultivators who have lived here for a long time, and they always like to come to the restaurant in groups to drink, and it has gradually become a habit. Therefore, whenever night falls, the restaurants are very lively, and the sound of shouting is endless. Zhuge Chen likes this atmosphere very much, everyone is not acquaintances, but after sitting down, they will not intrigue, and they will be a little more sincere when they toast each other.

His gaze swept over and finally landed on a beggar-like child. It's not that there are no ordinary people in the city, and there are quite a few, but most of them don't live here, maybe it's because the little beggar has no relatives and wants to eat oil and water, so he came here. Zhuge Chen watched him weave through the crowd, and whenever someone left his place, he walked over briskly and poured a table of leftovers into his rag bag, just like the white clothes that had fallen into that city.

Zhuge Chen called Xiao Er, ordered some more dishes, and personally brought a chair, beckoned to the little beggar and said, "Little guy, come here." ”

The little beggar stepped forward and said timidly, "If you think I'm in the way of you here, I can go now." ”

"How could it be?" Zhuge Chen hurriedly said: "You eat some quickly, you are still young, you need to eat more." You're still young, don't lose faith in life. When I grow up, I have to go outside to see the world, so it's worth walking in the world!"

He said word by word in a soft voice. Once a teenager, now a young man, maybe in the blink of an eye, he will be an uncle in the eyes of children. It's just that the little beggar has been gobbling up, and maybe he didn't hear what he was saying clearly.

Maybe when the uncle saw his down-and-out self back then, his eyes were full of tenderness as today, and he gave out a steaming steamed bun.

Presumably the uncle also has his uncle!

After the little beggar finished eating, he looked at Zhuge Chen and was a little overwhelmed for a while. Bai Yi took out a few heavy coins and stuffed them into the little beggar's hand, and then put a pendant around his neck before letting him go.

Ran Er was a little puzzled, and asked, "It's just a little beggar, do you attach so much importance to it?"

Zhuge Chen replied, "Don't you think he looks like me?"

The three of them shook their heads one after another, not daring to agree.

......

That night, Zhuge Chen completely suppressed his qi, drank and vomited, and drank and drank, and the cycle continued until he was unconscious.

When Zeng Zhenzhen dragged him through the dark road, he asked, "Something on your mind?"

Zhuge Chen burped and didn't answer, maybe he didn't hear it.

Zeng Zhenzhen continued to ask: "Brother, have you ever regretted something, how much do you regret it?"

At this moment, Bai Yi's eyes were clear, and he seemed to remember his years as a beggar again: "All kinds of regrets, and I even wish I could die for him." ”