Outside Chang'an, beside the lake, by the grass.

A gazebo is independent of the suburbs, and an old man sits alone in the pavilion.

The old man was thin, with white hair and a wide robe. The eyebrows and eyes are squinted slightly, as if they are kind and kind, and they seem to have other meanings. In the palm of his hand was a brocade box, which looked a little out of place compared to his ordinary clothes. I don't know what it contains, but the old man has been holding it in his hand and playing with it, and he doesn't want to leave it for a moment.

In addition, the old man seemed to be waiting for something, and occasionally glanced out of the pavilion with that blank look.

Finally, when he looked out of the pavilion for the third time, a figure dressed in ordinary clothes appeared in front of him, leaned over and half-knelt on the ground and said.

"Hall Master, the whereabouts of the door master, there are already some eyebrows. ”

"Really?" said the old man, who seemed to have a satisfied smile on his face, waved his hand pleasantly.

"I'll listen. ”

"Yes. The man half-kneeling in front of him bowed his head and continued.

According to sources, she had been to the Valley of Hundred Flowers before, but left without staying long. Now on the way to the north, recently, a spy said to have met her in Qinghe County. ”

"Good. The old man took the brocade box and nodded with a smile.

"Then let's go to Qinghe County first. ”

With that, he stood up and walked out of the pavilion.

The man who was kneeling on the ground also quickly got up and followed.

Who is this old man?

If the Confused Daoist was here at this time, I am afraid he would be able to recognize his identity.

He was the only hall master who escaped the pursuit of the imperial court in the Eight Bitter Sects that year, Jiang Shengming.

Over the years, he has been leading the remnants of the Eight Bitter Sects to lurk in the shadows of the rivers and lakes, slowly expanding his power while waiting for another chance to make trouble.

At the same time, he has also been looking for something, something that can make him truly the master of the Eight Bitter Sect, that is, He Lang's martial arts.

When the power of the Eight Bitter Sect was at its peak, He Lang once said that just in case, he recorded his martial arts as a classic and hid it in a mountain forest in Dongjun. If he unfortunately dies in the future, whoever learns his martial arts will be the next master of the Eight Bitter Sects.

Jiang Shengming always thought that the key to He Lang's success was his martial arts. So over the years, he has been looking for it near Dongjun, but he has almost turned over the mountains and forests around Dongjun, and he has not found the classics left by He Lang.

Just when he was about to give up, the appearance of a person gave him hope again.

It was a little girl who had no reputation in the rivers and lakes, and according to the news of the spies, I happened to see her once, using He Lang's swordsmanship back then. At this point, any disciple in the sect will never admit his mistake.

The reason why she is said to be a little girl is because she is short and powerful when she is exercising. Because the warriors of this life live for a long time, they judge the age of the warriors not by looking at their faces, but by looking at their qi. This qi is not breathing, but a manifestation of internal qi.

Except for those who have practiced special exercises, ordinary martial artists show different qi at different ages. The young are short and anxious, the middle age is heavy and thick, and when they are old, the breath is deep and soft.

After learning that a little girl had inherited the mantle of He Lang, the top and bottom of the Eight Bitter Sect were shaken for a long time.

Some people think that when the master of the door comes again, the Eight Bitter Gate will finally have another day of recovery. Some people are worried about whether such a little girl can serve as the head of the door.

And Jiang Shengming was of course unwilling at the beginning, how could he give up the power he had worked hard for many years.

But then, he thought that he might be able to find the secret book left by He Lang through this little girl, so as to cultivate his divine skills.

At that time, with his mastery of the inside of the Eight Bitter Gates, whether this little girl was dead or alive was not a matter of words.

Thinking of this, he immediately searched for the whereabouts of this girl on the grounds of welcoming the master back to the sect.

And now, he felt very close.

It won't be long before he can really sit in the position of the master of the Eight Bitter Sects and seek the world again.

It's a pity that Jiang Shengming is not He Lang after all, he is too far behind, whether it is the city government or wisdom, it is far from being compared with the former. So he didn't even pay attention to what kind of realm that girl's martial arts had reached now.

The age of the other party undoubtedly gave him a kind of blind confidence. And this kind of self-confidence is obviously unwanted.

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After two days of driving, Li Si and his party finally settled in an inn in a small county town.

At night, Li Si and the confused Taoist sat in the hall of the inn and drank wine. He's a sick person, and theoretically it's better not to drink alcohol. But drink less and warm up, but there is nothing wrong with it.

Throwing a peanut into his mouth, Li Si looked at the confused Taoist and asked.

"Seriously, why did you think of coming to me this time?"

Just like Hua Yunjun said, in the rivers and lakes, there are still many people who can help this gang, and they don't necessarily have to come to him.

"You want me to tell the truth?" asked the confused Taoist with a raised brow, glanced at Li Si.

"Let's be honest, can I still be angry?" Li Si said with a smile and a sip of wine, he has lived until now, and there is no one in this world who can make him angry.

"Then I'll tell you the truth. The confused Taoist nodded, shaking the wine glass in his hand and said.

"Poor Dao's age is not too young, he has lived for so long, and he thinks that he sees many things in confusion and confusion. But only you, Li Jushi, made me look very confused, and I didn't have any clarity. If you want to say why, it's that Li Jushi, you don't feel like a person. ”

"I don't look like a person?" Li Si grinned, only thinking that this person was really funny, so he asked again.

"Am I not human?"

"What do you look like?" the confused Taoist asked with a wry smile.

"People ask for something, what do you want? At least in the eyes of the poor Dao, you have no desires and no desires, you are even more indisputable than those monks in Shaolin, and you are more quiet and inactive than the Taoist priests in our Taoist temple. In the past, you were in charge of all the idle things, which one was related to you, but you took care of them all, it was like you had nothing to do with yourself. Why, there's no reason why you think about it, it's poor and confused. And what you've been doing, all the time it doesn't feel like it's a mundane thing, but every moment it doesn't feel like it's out of it. It's like you're in charge of everything, but you're indifferent to your own business, even when it's your life. It's like a person, even if it's like something, it's just like a ······"

At this time, the confused Taoist seemed to realize something and stopped talking.

Li Si lowered his eyes and drank the wine, and asked with a light smile, "What is it like?"

The confused Taoist raised his head and glanced at him, hesitated for a moment, took a sip of the wine in the cup, and spoke.

"It's like a lonely ghost, a ghost who wanders away from the world for some reason, and can only tease people. ”

Yes, in the eyes of confused Taoists, Li Si is just teasing the world. He has no place to return, so he wanders aimlessly in this world, meddling in mundane affairs, just because he has nothing to do.

The hall fell silent, and both the confused Daoist and Li Si stopped talking.

After a while, the confused Taoist picked up the flask, added another glass of wine to himself, and said.

"So I think if I came to you, I would have said yes. ”

And the truth is as he expected, Li Si did agree very happily, and he didn't even care that he was seriously ill.

Li Si looked at the wine in his hand, half loud, and said with a chuckle.

"You're right, I'm like a lonely ghost, but I'm not playing with the world. ”

The confused Taoist was stunned for a moment and looked at Li Si again.

Li Si also turned his head to look at him, and with that empty smile, he spoke.

"I just can't escape. ”

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The confused Taoist was stunned for a long time, shook his head, and said with a forced smile.

"You're laughing, you're the fastest runner in the world, why can't you run away?"

"You don't understand. Li Si raised his wine glass, looked at the confused Taoist's eyes, and said softly.

"If you run away slowly, you owe a lot, and naturally you can't escape. ”

(End of chapter)