Showers and winds come and go quickly.

When they reached the foot of the mountain, it was already sunny and cloudy, Su Changmo was holding an umbrella and carrying a food box, and the two still chatted without a word.

Su Changmo listened a lot and said little, but he really didn't know how to answer.

According to the man, he and his parents are old acquaintances, and his father was also the ranger in the early years, and the two were close friends, and later his father settled in the town, and when he was born, this person also came, so he was also an old acquaintance.

And then there's a whole bunch of old stuff.

How he and his father slept penniless on the streets, and how they drew knives to help each other when they saw injustice.

Su Changmo listened to everything very carefully, remembered it very firmly, and didn't believe much.

There are some things that Su Changmo wanted to open his mouth to refute, but he couldn't open his mouth when the words came to his mouth.

It's like why is it that when you encounter a difficult situation, my father turns around and runs away, and you stand up? Why is it always your father who is beaten and his nose is blue and his face is swollen, and you try to turn the tide?

Su Changmo felt that these things were unreliable, but it was really in his memory, there were too few things about his father and mother, and he was speechless, but Su Changmo was sure in his heart that his father would not be such a person! Although the memory is vague, the back is standing up to the sky and the ground.

The man put his hands on his back, every time he talked about it, he was excited, and then he was silent, staring at the young man's heart, watching the childish villain remember with his heart, looking at those doubts, joy, loss, the corners of the man's mouth rose, and he was comforted.

The story is a true story, and it doesn't matter if it's the right seat or not.

In the town office, in the council hall, dozens of men, women and children, sitting on the left and right, holding their breath and concentrating, a man with a sword behind his back slowly walked in.

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Along the way, the people who returned from the climb were also bustling, and the people who fell into the soup chicken, nine times out of ten, the young man was a little sympathetic, and a little lucky, and tightened the paper umbrella in his arms.

Seeing the restaurant from afar, Su Changmo's heart tightened, there was a young man, dressed in fancy clothes, bending over, drawing a knife.

Su Changmo stepped up, and the man in Tsing Yi looked unfazed.

Arrived at the restaurant in one breath, Su Changmo was a little puzzled, the young man was motionless, like a stone sculpture, how long had he been standing here, why no one came out to see, it was said that there were people in the restaurant.

Su Changmo turned around in front of the young man, and just wanted to open his mouth, but the moment his body turned right, his brows were furrowed, and an indescribable momentum seemed to be like a mountain leaning, pressing down, Su Changmo bent down slightly, held his breath in his chest, it was difficult to exhale, he closed his mouth inexplicably, and fled into the restaurant, panting like a cow.

The man in Tsing Yi kept his face unchanged and was beside him, and when he saw Su Changmo enter the restaurant, his footsteps were lightly raised, and he passed by the young man, who held the knife tightly, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

In the restaurant, Su Changmo was slightly surprised, the old uncle was lying on the rattan chair next to the counter, closing his eyes and shaking the fan, and the four little two in the store were also scattered all over the store, looking flustered.

The guests at the wine table were not small, five tables, fourteen people.

The three tables are small town residents, the clothes are still a little damp, Xu is sheltering from the rain, the other two tables are all unfamiliar faces, one table of three people, a young man in purple sat with his eyes closed, the cuffs of the nine dragons circled, next to him a blonde hair and white eyebrows two men, not very old, serious expression. At the other table, an old man and a young man, his face was slightly pale, and there were still some unwiped mud stains on the corners of his white clothes, and the old man put one arm on the wine table, stepped on the stool with one foot, and smashed his mouth.

Everyone was silent, and glanced at the purple-clothed young man intentionally or unintentionally.

In the whole restaurant, you can smell the pins dropping.

Su Changmo took two steps to the rattan chair, bent down and called Uncle.

The man's eyes didn't open, and he waved his hand: "It's okay, don't care, the young masters are fighting, just have fun, look at something, tables, chairs and benches, and compensate according to the price if they are broken." "The last few words, the voice is slightly higher.

Su Changmo got up helplessly, and sighed secretly in his heart: Come again, are you really afraid that one day you will provoke a noble person and lift a stone to shoot yourself in the foot?

Where there is a fight in the restaurant, the old uncle never cares, and the person who wants to fight can smash it, and wait until the compensation afterwards, the asking price is extremely high, and he will not let go of even a piece of torn cloth, and the compensation for each time can top the income of the restaurant for two or three months.

When encountering poor families who cannot get compensation for a while, they are also allowed to pay on credit, and give a part every month, and give it within a year. For this reason, he said a lot to the people in the town, but the old uncle didn't care, and still went his own way.

It's just that in the past few years, the people in the small town have lost a lot, and no matter how big the drunkenness is, they have to endure getting out of this door, and these outsiders are afraid that they will bleed again today.

It would be nice if he came back early, and he could still give him a wake-up, thinking of this, Su Changmo turned his head, the man in Tsing Yi had already sat down, and he didn't know when he asked for wine, he should have drunk several glasses, seeing Su Changmo turn his head, the man raised his wine glass lightly and greeted with a smile.

Su Changmo couldn't cry or laugh.

Glancing at the inside and outside of the store, Su Changmo shook his head and moved to the counter, the young man next to him, thick and tall, in his early twenties, Su Changmo remembered that this person was a guy in the restaurant, he only knew that his name was Chu Xing, he beat a little orphan, and he depended on a sister for his life, but he was kind, but he was silent on weekdays.

"What's going on?" Su Changmo lowered his head and asked quietly.

Chu Xing glanced at Uncle Gui and replied in a low voice: "We don't quite understand, these guests are still talking and laughing in the restaurant first, and they all praise our wine for being delicious, and there are three or four altars on each table, but all of them want the most expensive eighteen immortals, and they are not the masters of bad money at first glance." ”

"Drinking and drinking, a sycamore leaf floated in the store, the young man in purple and the young man outside the door were adjacent to the table, sitting with their backs to each other, and at the same time reaching out to pick it up, just for this, the two of them struggled, and they didn't let go, I went to solve the siege, the streets were all over the place, I went to pick up another one, no more, tore open one person? Okay, the two of them were like eating people, and they glared at me, damn, scared to death. As a result, Uncle Kui came to say: If you don't accept a fight, whoever wins will take it away, it's a big fart, ink! ”

Su Changmo put his hand on his forehead and glanced at the rattan chair, "Evil!"

The young man continued: "People in big places, changing their faces is really fast, who would have thought that people who were introducing each other one moment would be able to draw their swords the next moment,

Seeing the pale young man, the young man in purple and the young man with a knife were ready to do something in the store, and the young man in white went to pull the rack, but he didn't think that the young man with a knife kicked the young man to the muddy ground outside the door, can you believe it? The gods are babbling, like they can't do it. ”

The more Su Changmo listened, the tighter his brows wrinkled, this person is not right in his brain today? After looking around, the young man smiled bitterly, can't he really wait like this?

Chu Xing intermittently said about those people, who were their names, and looked down at the desktop, his eyes dodging, for fear of listening to those people.

Su Changmo felt a trace of uneasiness in his heart.

The young man in purple, Chu Xuan of the sleepy dragon yuan, the young man outside the door, Xiao An of the Demon Building, the young man who was dressed in white and whose face was whiter than his clothes, had a whiter name: Evil Moon Slope Baiyang. The old man, from beginning to end, did not give his name.

Although Su Changmo was born in a small town and has never seen the outside world, the stories he has heard understand the truth are not few. The storyteller is full of wealth that even the master of the private school has boasted about, and he stands on the bookcase.

The names of these people are not ordinary, in the book, at least they have to be the heroes of the rivers and lakes who fly the eaves and walk the walls, open the mountains and crack the rocks, and they are called like this!

Su Changmo looked worried: But don't stumble, meet the legendary characters in the rivers and lakes, those people, they are all cold-blooded masters with knives in their hands, life and death are just a thought---- it shouldn't be, it shouldn't be, where is there such a young master, it should be the son of a wealthy businessman...... Uncle Crutch, Uncle Crutch, why do you love money so much!

Su Changmo shook his head, his face was red and white, and the man in Tsing Yi smiled when he saw it.

I'm not afraid of 10,000, I'm afraid of what happens, I can't let Uncle Gui lose his life because of this, Su Changmo was entangled for a long time, and leaned over the rattan chair again: "Uncle ---."

Uncle Gui opened his eyes and interrupted Su Changmo's words with a smile, "It's okay, it's okay, a few young talents, they have a big bearing, they won't be repaid, relax your heart, don't sweep the young masters Yaxing." ”

Su Changmo sighed and leaned against the counter.

The purple-clothed young man got up and brushed his sleeves, his eyelids raised slightly: "The limit?"

The young man outside the restaurant said in a loud voice: "You are looking for death, no wonder others." ”

The purple-clothed young man raised his hand to signal, and the young man with the knife pulled out his back, drew the knife, and the blade was cold, like a divine rainbow, slashing down obliquely.

Su Changmo couldn't help but hold his head and close his eyes, thinking that the store should be a broken table and a clanging table, but he didn't think about it, except for a soft snort, the wind was calm, Su Changmo opened his eyes and let out a long breath, the purple-clothed young man seemed to have taken half a step back, and the knife outside the door had been sheathed, and it was the previous posture again.

Su Changmo just wanted to glance at the man in Tsing Yi, but in the afterglow, the young man's sword light was bright again, and he said secretly: Come again!

Before he could make a move, a golden light slashed down, Su Changmo was stunned and disheartened, he was not far from the purple-clothed young man, according to this posture, I was afraid that he would be split in two by a knife......

In an instant, the sword light was gone, interrupting Su Changmo's thoughts, and the young man outside the door knelt on one knee, and slammed the ground with a knife, and the man in purple took four or five steps back, his throat moving slightly.

Su Changmo looked confused, this is ...... Are the children of the two families acting here in order to show off their might? Or ......

It doesn't look like a master's move, and it's not like the storyteller's mouth at all! No matter how high a master is, if you fight, you have to fight at least on your body!

Su Changmo sighed, glad, but also slightly disappointed, looked at the old uncle, sat on the rattan chair with a painful face, and his mouth was like a waning moon.

There is no accident to lose, otherwise I am afraid that it is not just a matter of not having money to earn, I walked to the counter and pulled up Chu Xing, who was squatting under the counter, and the honest young man looked shy. It was really that the two teenagers were too loud before, and they were scared, who expected the thunder to be loud and the rain to be small.

From the first time the young man drew his knife, except for the man in Tsing Yi and the people at the two tables of Chu Xuan Baiyang, they were not alarmed, and the rest of the drinkers and the restaurant junior were all shrunk and hugged their heads, and only then did they open their eyes one by one.

Su Changmo felt a little funny, his courage was not the smallest!

Su Changmo intentionally or unintentionally glanced at the purple-clothed young man who was already seated and was named Chu Xuan.

The second time, in a trance, he looked at the young man's eyes, purple lightning like mang, piercing people's hearts.

The young man outside the door has led the horse away, his body is rickety, very sluggish, his gas is small, his temper is explosive, and his ability is small, but he should have read a book, and he drew his knife twice, and his name is simple and domineering, "Three Mountains" and "Five Mountains".

Su Changmo glanced at the young man named Baiyang, and he didn't know if the kick he was kicked was still painful, but looking at the young man's eyes, he was bright and bright.

The people in the restaurant looked at each other, speechless for a while, looking at the big bustle, how did they make a show? Thinking about the actions of the people just now, they were ashamed and angry, and they were full of resentment.

Xiao Er, the drinkers, all viciously glanced at Chu Xuan Baiyang's two tables.

The atmosphere was stagnant, but the blonde man next to Chu Xuan was the first to speak: "The Demon Sealing Demon Sealing Knife, known as one of the three knives in the world, in recent years, there is a faint meaning of respect in the Zhongling Residence Sword, you can take two knives in this realm, although there are heavy injuries, but it is not fatal, it is not bad." The young man bowed his head and said, "Uncle Xie Bing praised, Xuan'er is still far away." ”

The white-eyed man took a sip of wine and said, "I am about to break the mirror, and I am faintly half a realm higher than a person and I am seriously injured by this, but I am embarrassed to say that it is not bad." The words were full of disdain.

The purple-clothed young man stood up and couldn't stand it, and said in fear: "What the ancestor said is that Xuan'er is ashamed. ”

The blonde man was also slightly embarrassed and stopped talking. Compared with the person in front of him, he really doesn't seem to be able to see enough.

People are soft-spoken, and everything they say is wrong!

And the young Chu Xuan was even more frightened, his father was an ancestral land once a day, and he begged for more than half a year before he invited this ancestor out of the customs to escort himself in this big battle, which was not easy.

Moreover, this ancestor is really difficult to fathom, it is said that the last time he went out of the customs, he was the previous sect master, begging for the genius seed that Long Yuan had cultivated for eighteen years, who knows, when he met a few words, he slapped it in the face, and he was angry when he just said a word. Trapped in the dragon abyss, no one dared to speak out, so it was a great luck for this ancestor to be able to accompany him through this experience.

The long knife was head-on, and the young man who was not afraid of Ling Ran returned to the stool stiffly after the white-eyed old man signaled to sit down, Su Changmo was stunned for a moment, and his head was as big as a fight.

Forget about the confusion, and pretend to be trained, the small town drinkers really can't stand it, the boos are everywhere, everyone gets up to check out, and before leaving, they don't forget to snort coldly: What the hell!

The three people at the wine table were not angry, but they all looked at Su Changmo's side, and the young man's heart was furious.

The old crutch grinned for a while and finally got up, looked out the window, and walked upstairs, wasting his feelings, it was not interesting, it was better to sleep.

The young ladies of the restaurant were dumbfounded, such a depressing and unbearable atmosphere, there was no word?

As soon as he raised his feet upstairs, the purple-clothed young man got up and arched his hand: "I'm waiting for the first time here, several inns and restaurants are already full, and it's late today, I don't know if I can stay here?"

Su Changmo turned around, and the old uncle was lying on the handrail of the stairs, and said with a meaningful smile, "Several young heroes have unparalleled demeanor, today has opened my eyes, I can live if I want to, just give money, just prepare the silver taels, our family, the room is there, but the price is high!

Su Changmo was a little puzzled, why is Uncle Gui so yin and yang weird today? As long as he has money to earn on weekdays, he can't wait to vacate his house.

"Thank you, shopkeeper. The boy sat down.

"That little old man also accepted a favor, so he temporarily lived in this store. The old man next to the young man in white held a wine glass, motioned down the stairs, and drank it all.

"And me. The man in Tsing Yi also echoed.

Su Changmo sighed, what are you doing so much! The man was already drunk and his face was red, and he didn't seem to notice the young man's gaze.

Uncle Gui shook his fan and went upstairs: "I'm happy, I'm happy, Xiao Mo, I'll serve eight dishes to each table for several guest officers, four hot and four cold, pick the best ones, even if I send them." ”

Su Changmo was completely dumbfounded, and replied slowly: "Okay." ”

The blonde man seemed to be a little unhappy with the old man's words, his face was sad, and he gave up under the glaring of the white-eyed man, and the old man who kept drinking said "Interesting." ”

The young man Chu Xuan asked tentatively, "People in the same way?" The shopkeeper has something to say.

The blonde man frowned and also looked at the ancestor in the young man's mouth, trapped Long Yuan, Long Fang.

The white-eyed man replied casually: "It's just a small skill of carving insects, and it's just playing with you waste, it's not bad, after all, it's a little worse, and I don't have much to worry about, but it seems that in this small place, someone has a far-reaching layout." White eyebrows and purple eyes, but he kept staring at the man in green clothes on the table behind the purple boy Chu Xuan, his eyes were dark.

Su Changmo has been in the restaurant all these years, and the most important thing is to observe words and looks, although he can't understand what everyone says, every move in the restaurant is in full view, and this posture is not a good stubble, Mr. Storyteller's book is said--- "Biting dogs don't bark".

The young man borrowed the wine and walked towards the man in Tsing Yi, and when he was almost drunk, he hurried upstairs to rest, but don't be wronged here, you love to brag, at least you are not a bad person.

Before he walked to the man in Tsing Yi, the white-eyed man got up and went to the table first, and his voice was loud: "In the middle of the trapped Longyuan Longfang, dare to ask the name of the gentleman?"

"You ask me?" The man in Tsing Yi was a little confused, got up and waved his hand: "It's called Da Ge." ”

"Presumptuous!" The blonde man instantly stood in front of the man in Tsing Yi and slapped it with one palm, but was gently supported by the white-eyed man's two fingers.

Su Changmo was dumbfounded. If you say you hit someone, you hit someone?

The white eyebrows were slightly raised, and the man smiled and said, "Sir, this joke is too big." ”

"It's called Dage, can't you hear it?" said the man in Tsing Yi with his hands on the table, swaying, and impatiently.

The white-eyebrow man looked angrily, murderous, and the blonde man rushed forward again, "You are looking for death." ”

Su Changmo took an arrow step and said, "Objectively calm anger, stop anger, he doesn't mean that, his name is indeed Da Ge, yes --- is the true Da Ge, the singing and crying Da Ge, the guest officer misunderstood." ”

The blonde man's eyes flashed, staring at the old ancestor Long Fang.

"It's a real spirit, but you can sing and cry, it's old and abrupt. The white-eyed man clenched his fists and turned around.

"Ancestor ......"

"Sit"

Seeing the blonde man sit down, Su Changmo got up for a long time, and before he could open his mouth, the "big brother" had already plopped down on the wine table.

You are really lucky, the shopkeeper's rare generosity in a hundred years, you have no chance to eat that good wine and good food.

Su Changmo beckoned the two juniors and carried the man in Tsing Yi to the upstairs guest room.

Su Changmo glanced at the restaurant and really didn't want to stay any longer, so he turned around and walked to the back kitchen.

The blonde man lowered his eyebrows and said, "That person, isn't it simple?"

The white-eyed man opened his mouth, and Su Changmo was just about to lift the curtain.

"Who the is so short-sighted, you don't know the sky is high and thick after drinking a little wine, right? You dare to make trouble in your uncle's restaurant? There's a broken knife? Come and play with your uncle!"

Su Changmo wanted to laugh a little, stopped and turned around, and several people in the restaurant looked at the door, a dark young man, dressed in white like a cloud, rushing to his face.

There are still water stains on the boy's clothes that have not dried, and I think they are running in the rain. This kid is still so reckless.

Between Su Changmo and Tang Ying, a sycamore leaf also came against the wind.

Everyone looked at the sycamore leaves in front of the young Chu Xuan's table, and then at the leaves in front of Su Changmo's eyes, the drinkers had playful eyes, and Su Changmo and the little two were frightened.

Tang Ying saw at a glance that Su Changmo was safe and sound, and the restaurant was also intact, he breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the sweat on his forehead, and heard from Cangtong Mountain that someone was looking for trouble in front of the restaurant, and ran all the way here, he was really tired enough.

He picked up the leaves on the ground and bit them on his mouth, took a huge figure-eight step, stepped on the stool where Chu Xuan was sitting, and glanced at the two tables of guests: "Are you looking for trouble? Which one is it?"

No one answered, several people had different expressions, the young man Chu Xuan stared closely at the leaves in Tang Ying's mouth, the impatience in the eyes of the blonde man was obvious, the white-eyed man and the old man, their eyes were uncertain, as if they were thinking, and the young poplar was full of admiration in his eyes.

Su Changmo was a little panicked, stepped forward and dragged Tang Ying down from the stool, and whispered, "Let's go, let's go with a knife." ”

"Ahh Tang Ying exclaimed, his face flushed, and he bit his cheek and whispered, "Uncle, then you didn't say it earlier." ”

After being dragged two steps, the young man turned around and smiled: "I'm sorry, I recognized the wrong person, excuse me, everyone drink well." ”

The boy turned around and asked, "What the hell is going on?"

"The young man with a knife and the young man in purple competed to what level, stood for three or four hours, swung two knives, said that he lost, and left, no ......" Su Changmo was thrown away before he finished speaking.

"I know that you are not a good thing, all of you are thieves, you are higher than a bullshit, you have the ability to go to the top of the mountain to fight, the scenery is good, there are many people to watch, the wind is not strong, you can't flash your little waist, what kind of ability do you show here!" Hearing that there was a young man in purple, Tang Ying pointed to a few people at the two tables and scolded.

The white-eyed man seemed to be smiling, and the purple-clothed young man got up and was just about to speak, Tang Ying was dragged by Su Changmo and pulled towards the counter, Chu Xuan shook his head, and sat down quietly.

Su Changmo hurriedly said what should be done, who would have thought that Tang Ying's eyes were rounder, he took out the leaves from his mouth, and said with an incredulous expression: "Just for such a thing, I stood for three or four hours, and my brain was kicked by a donkey when I was a child!"

Su Changmo made his eyes look hard, and he couldn't wait to sew this kid's mouth on, don't mess with these people here, there are all acquaintances in our town, no one messes with you, these are all strangers who don't know how to follow their feet, how can they not get their shoes wet when they walk by the river, don't be able to protect your father when the time comes, and the official family is useless, then it is a dumb loss.

The black boy himself became more and more energetic, moved a stool and sat in front of the counter, facing the two tables, staring intently, "I see who dares to make trouble today, as the saying goes, a strong dragon is difficult to suppress the head snake, and I don't inquire about my Uncle Tang's name." Su Changmo was stunned, this kid is not stupid.

Su Changmo couldn't stop it, so he stood aside and looked at it as much as he could. Unexpectedly, it was the white-eyed man who was the first to answer: "Your name is Tang Ying?"

"Tang Ying, Uncle Tang!" The young man crossed Erlang's legs, bit the leaf in his mouth again, and raised his chin slightly, as if he was deliberately showing people.

"My name is Long Fang. The white-eyed man took the initiative to say his name for the second time.

"It doesn't matter what your name is, it doesn't matter what the insect party is, except don't make trouble here, what do you like!" the young man's tone was extremely provocative.

The man was not angry, and said slowly: "Do you want to cultivate immortals?"

Everyone in the restaurant was dumbfounded as if struck by lightning.

This man, a fool, a madman, doesn't look like it!

Tang Ying was already leaning back and leaning back on the stool laughing, "Cultivating immortals, cultivating your ancestors is a cultivating immortal! You are also a storyteller? I said why do you look as ugly as Old Chen!"

The man who claimed to be Long Fang turned his body and faced Tang Ying, his face was expressionless, and he slowly spoke in the young man's laughter, "This heaven and earth are divided into four seas and seven continents, and above mortals, there are immortals, ask for immortality, unfortunately, I am the heavenly immortal that your storyteller said." ”

In the restaurant, the young man's laughter gradually disappeared, Su Changmo stood behind the young man, holding the young man's shoulder with one hand, looking vigilant, shocked in his heart.

Tang Ying leaned over, stared at the man, and said in a trembling voice, "Then what?"

The man seemed to have achieved the desired goal, and said with a smile: "There are not many people in the world who can beat me, follow my practice, I can give you everything and help you reach the sky." ”

"Why me?" Tang Ying was a little puzzled.

The man turned his head to look out the window, "Your town, fate, is the last place of the Chosen One in ten thousand years, so many of you are cultivation seeds, the Chosen Ones, but there are still high and low, and you, I can see it!"

"The veins are small, covering people's eyes and ears, and the luck of the Tao is big, and the world is chasing deer, sitting on the ground and harvesting. You and I can meet, and it is also a chance, so the old man directly explained to you that I am not like other people, who make those high-sounding pickling methods. You don't have to rush to reply, there is time, wait until you have enough knowledge, and then talk. ”

The two teenagers were already in turmoil in their hearts, but they still had to pretend to be calm, with a straight face, without saying a word, the man's eyes never looked at Su Changmo from beginning to end.

After the man finished speaking, he went straight back to his seat, raised his glass and drank, and seemed to be in a very good mood.

Chu Xuan wondered in his heart: "Ancestor, that person is really a Dao seed with good luck?"

"Be yourself, sometimes you see a mountain that is too high, but you lose the heart of mountaineering, people, you are always smart but you are mistaken by smart. ”

"What the ancestors taught. The young man put away the leaves on the table, and the trace of murderous aura that had just risen in his heart was uprooted without a trace.

The two teenagers returned to the back hall still with lingering palpitations.

"Are there really immortals?"

"I don't know. ”

"What a god?"

"I don't know. ”

"Am I a genius?"

"Get out!"

The two teenagers sat against the wall, laughing as they spoke, why did they feel so funny!

Tang Ying tugged at his collar, "Regardless of whether what the man said is true or not, the town seems to be really not peaceful, you come with me to live at my house, wait until this period of time, how can you deal with these people without me." ”

Su Changmo smiled and shook his head, "You can't leave Uncle Guan here alone, it's okay, you can deal with it." ”

Tang Ying didn't force it, he knew best, but this person who is easy to say everything on weekdays, how stubborn he is in some things, he knows and can hear it.

Tang Ying pillowed his hands and said leisurely: "You said that if people can really become immortal immortals, then how carefree, heaven and earth, omnipotent, how many women like it! ”

Su Changmo looked at the young man with a smiling smile on his face, and slapped his thigh, "Wake up, it's time for dinner, I don't have anything to prepare for you here." ”

Tang Ying pretended to exaggerate his teeth and grinned, "You are so ruthless"

Su Changmo got up, the dishes of several guest officers should be served, and I don't know if I finished eating, so I went to help clean up the table, there are too many things to do today, and I can't do anything.

Tang Ying hugged Su Changmo and said with a smile: "Let's go, let's go and ask again, just listen to the story and see the ability of those immortals" As he spoke, he walked towards the wine table.

The three purple-clothed young men were no longer there, Su Changmo glanced at the second floor, it was time to rest.

Tang Ying saw that there was no one, and began to mumble again: "After deceiving people, I will leave, don't be ashamed, if I'm afraid of you, Uncle Tang, just say it, and play with me Gu left and right, talk about a bullshit immortal, your father's immortal! The next time I catch you, I have to pick your skin!"

Su Changmo stood behind him without saying a word, and he didn't have to tell the young man that the three of them lived in the restaurant, otherwise, this guy would have to chase him into the house, this kid really cared about those words.

"Let's go, let someone tell me if there's anything else. Tang Ying waved his hand and walked out.

Tang Ying walked to the door, caught a glimpse of the white-clothed young man and the old man were still there, and rushed to the young man's side with an arrow, and said with a smile: "You and those three people, together?"

The boy stared at the small-town boy who was also dressed in white: "No. ”

"Acquaintance?"

"Don't recognize?"

The young man was slightly disappointed, and asked tentatively, "Did you hear what the white-eyed old man said?"

"Hmm. ”

"It's all true?"

"Hmm. ”

Tang Ying was a little surprised, sneered, and took a closer look at the young man who was pressed on his shoulder again: "You are also the immortal?"

"Sort of. ”

The boy speaks concisely and sincerely.

Tang Ying almost laughed, tried to hold his mouth, and patted the top of the young man's head, "Good job!"

Su Changmo looked at Tang Ying with disgust, and the young man himself finally couldn't help laughing, "Let's go, in this world, there are many liars, and the age has also become smaller, people's hearts are not ancient, people's hearts are not ancient!"

The sycamore leaf was in the young man's mouth, and most of it had been eaten unconsciously, and the young man in white saw a pain in his flesh!

Su Changmo looked at the snow-white back that was not as tall as himself, and his tone was bigger than the sky, and he felt a little sad in his heart, looking at the young man who had no heart and lungs, and was not afraid of the sky and the earth, that little bit of courage was actually not much bigger than soybeans.

In the second year of Chongyang, the boy and his father were angry, and they didn't climb with their families, and followed Su Changmo all the way to Beishan, and saw Su Changmo kneeling in front of the stele from a distance.

Su Changmo only heard a scream that day, heartbreaking, and when he found the stele forest and saw the dark boy, Tang Ying was already curled up, his face full of tears, and behind him, a blurred black shadow, like fire and smoke, lingered above the young man's head.

Su Changmo hugged the young man in his arms, pressed him under him, and said sharply: "If you want to eat, eat me, don't touch him." "Two teenagers, sweating profusely and trembling all over.

After a long time, Su Changmo raised his head, there was nothing around him, Tang Ying held his arm and didn't let go, so he hung on Su Changmo's body until he went down the mountain, and kept chanting: "He sucked my soul away, he sucked my white soul away, I saw it." ”

Although Su Changmo didn't know why, he faintly felt that it should be too deep in the forest, and he was dazzled, if it was really an evil thing, where could he let them go.

It's just that after that day, for a long time, Tang Ying came to the restaurant every day, shouting that the two of them would kowtow to incense, kill chickens and drink blood, learn from the heroic sons and daughters in the mouth of the storyteller, and be brothers in life and death.

After grinding for several months, I slowly stopped mentioning it, but I still basically say it once or twice a year, and until now, it is still the same.

It was also since then that the young man stood in front of Su Changmo in everything and became the overlord of the town.

The young man in white and the old man were still drinking after eating, and neither of them looked at each other and spoke, but their eyes made contact from time to time.

The moon hangs on the branches, Su Changmo is a little distracted, there are gods in the sky!

The old man suddenly beckoned to add wine, Su Changmo took the wine and got up, and the young man in white saw Su Changmo walk in, got up and said: "My name is Baiyang, from Beixuan, I have disturbed me a lot today, sorry." ”

Su Changmo took two steps tighter, put the wine jar on the table, and said in return: "Su Changmo, the second child of the restaurant, the son is serious." ”

The young poplar was not pretentious, and pulled Su Changmo to sit down calmly, Su Changmo felt a little funny in his heart, he was a miscellaneous little second, but now he is like that literati and elegant man from time to time, outsiders are exquisite, fortunately he learned secretly, otherwise, what a shame.

The old man drank to himself, glanced at Su Changmo, and said with a kind face: "How old are you?"

"Eleven. Su Changmo arched his hand.

"Local kids?"

"Yes, old sir. ”

"Your friend is also local?"

Su Changmo lowered his head and frowned, a little alert.

The old man laughed: "It's okay, there's no need to be nervous, just chat." ”

Su Changmo smiled bitterly.

The old man and the young man chatted with Su Changmo without a word, not to go, not to go, after a long time, the old man patted his buttocks and shook his head: "Sleep, sleep, drink this wine today, happy!"

Su Changmo wanted to help the old man to the guest room on the second floor, but the old man straightened his waist and was arrogant: "This little wine, drizzle, just tell me which room." Su Changmo had no choice but to give up and pointed at it from afar.

"Do you want to be an immortal cultivator like your friend?" the old man suddenly turned his head and stared at Su Changmo as he walked.

"I ......" Su Changmo was a little flustered, didn't know how to answer, and said hesitantly: "Sir...... said with a smile, "Answer is not what you ask, avoid the important and light."

The old man turned around and said: "It's not been peaceful recently, that person's words are true, don't go out these days, it's better to be careful." Guests come from heaven, some people are desperate to live, some people are bound to die, and no one else is the life of a heavenly man, so they make shoes that walk in the mud early. ”

Su Changmo was in a fog when he listened, but he still bent down and saluted, watching the young poplar help the old man into the guest room.

There were only Su Changmo and Chu Xing left in the restaurant, a little deserted, the two of them took away the tables, chairs and benches, closed the door, and went back to the room on the second floor.

In the guest room on the second floor, the old man looked at the young poplar: "Why don't you say a few more words to that Dao Seed surnamed Tang, but instead get very close to the young man who is so talented?"

The young man in white smiled: "I feel closer to that young man." ”

"Close?" the old man was a little surprised, could it be that he had lost his eyes?

He knows the talent of the young man in front of him best, and this simple sentence of "closeness" seems to be very mysterious.

and the man in Tsing Yi who looked like he had a good relationship with the young man, he couldn't see through it, or he was really stupid, or he was one of those outsiders. Otherwise, the dragon will not be teased like that in vain, what virtue that old thing has, the old man knows it.

Su Changmo was lying on the bed, with a thousand thoughts in his heart, there were too many things today, too bizarre, and he couldn't digest them for a while.

The name "Da Ge" that is not beaten when you hear it, those true and false father's old things, those young people who are outstanding when they look at it, whether they are true or false, the knife that has never been seen in this life, and the man's domineering promise to Tang Ying, and the advice of the kind old man.

It's magical, but it's also a little scary.

Recently, this one has tried not to come out as much as possible, so many strange things, it must be chaotic for a while.

To be that immortal, you should have to go far, I don't know if Tang Ying will suffer or not, whether he will be bullied, these people seem to have a strange temper.

The old man's words, the young man actually has the answer, envy is envy, and he also thinks, but he still has to sweep the grave of his father and mother every year, so it's all a trivial matter.

If you become an immortal, will you be able to see your father?

The moon was like frost, his thoughts were ethereal, and the boy gradually fell asleep

Outside the window, the wind rises in the town, and the clouds move in the sky......