Liu Gongzan nodded and walked to the window: "You can see through." This alone will indeed be happier than many people in the future. ”

Lu Baishui pouted again: "Alas, this is my life-"

"Indeed, it is your life. Liu Gongzan smiled slightly, "I came all the way, and many villages and towns were destroyed in the tsunami. Only you, the area around Whitewater Town, are safe and sound, which can be regarded as providence. ”

Lu Baishui laughed: "Providence? Why did you choose Whitewater in the first place? When the waves of a tsunami reach the surface of the sea in this area, they are divided into two sides - they have not been damaged for thousands of years. It's my vision good. I said, "Old Immortal—what are you doing here with me?" Li Yunxin is in trouble?"

Liu Gongzan was silent by the window for a while, and said in a low voice: "I planned to spend the New Year with him at the end of the year." Alas. ”

"That's in trouble. Lu Baishui raised his eyebrows, "What big trouble can someone like him have?" ”

"There are many immortals, and there are also many demons. Liu Gong sighed, "I'll stand down with you." It can be as short as a day, as long as a few days. Don't reveal my whereabouts. ”

Lu Baishui raised the small wine jar and rolled his eyes: "Happy New Year." ”

When it was dark and the red lanterns on the street were lit one after another, a dejected-looking painter came to the door of the Tokai Inn. He was about fifty or sixty years old, and his face looked like the bark of a tree. He wore a half-new robe, which looked freshly washed and ironed with hot water in an iron spoon.

When he appeared at the door, the guys at the inn thought they were here to ask for money - these days, the back kitchen of the Donghai Inn is working hard, and dozens of catties of steamed buns are steamed every day. After a busy day, the guy was frozen in front of the door, and he wished to quickly disperse the dozens of steamed buns that were hard as stones in the cage drawer, so that he could go home for Chinese New Year's Eve.

So when he saw this old way, he hurriedly opened the cage drawer. While filling the white cloth curtain with steamed buns, he sighed: "Come on, take it all away, let's all go home for the New Year-"

Hearing what he said, the old painter coughed: "The poor road is not here to ask for rewards. The poor road is here to find people. ”

As he spoke, he stood aside. It was as if the man's words made him feel that his personality had been insulted.

The guy was bored, and angrily threw the steamed bun back into the cage drawer, frowning: "Who are you looking for? Who do you know here?

The old cough made himself look solemn and solemn: "I'll look for the old way-"

"There's no one you're looking for," the guy looked up and ignored him.

Lao Dao also frowned and looked at him. But he didn't go—he took two more steps to the side, and stood by the door of the inn and didn't speak.

The man felt that he didn't know the hearts of good people, and he had the intention to let him stand and be cold. About half an hour later, a few people came to ask for the rest of the steamed buns, and the guy packed up his things and planned to go back to the store. At this time, I glanced to the side and saw that the old man was shivering from the cold, but he still straightened his waist and tried to make a solemn and solemn style. It's just that the thicker the night, the stronger the wind, and the old man is so cold that he can't get solemn no matter what.

Only then did he relent, and sighed: "Hey, okay, you can really handle it." Who are you looking for? I'm the only one running in the store today, and the others are our owners. Are you in the wrong place?"

The old man trembled and said, "Poor Dao, I-"

At this time, Lu Baishui came out of the inn. Covered in fur, only one face was exposed, as if he had gone to the door to breathe. The guy hurriedly turned his face: "Boss, there is someone looking for here." ”

Lu Baishui glanced at Lao Dao, thought about it, and waved his hand: "Call him in." ”

Turned around and went back.

The guy looked at the old way: "Hey...... How did you say this, why didn't you say it earlier when you came to our host...... Dao Ye please, please—"

Lao Dao nodded to the man. He looked down at his robe, straightened his beard again, and walked in the door.

There were only three oil lamps lit in the inn, and it was very dim. The old painter entered the door and was about to find his way, when he heard another voice from the stairs on the east side: "Go to the third floor Tianzi No. 1 room." ”

He settled down, and followed the sound upstairs. When I got to the third floor, I squinted my eyes and searched for a while, and found the Tianzi No. 1 room at the end of the corridor.

Standing in front of the door, he hesitated for a moment, and reached out to knock on the door. But the door opened on its own, and a warm air came in the room.

So he saw what was inside the house.

There was no candle in sight, but it was very bright, as if it was afternoon, with a warm yellow light.

A black-haired Taoist priest in his forties and fifties also wore Taoist robes and sat at a table. The Taoist robe of this Taoist chief is also unpretentious and pale blue. But there was not even a trace of wrinkles, as if it was woven from running water.

When the old painter saw his face, he hurriedly said, "Ah...... Wrong, wrong. Forgive me, forgive me. ”

He was about to retreat as he spoke, but saw the man raise his head: "Brother Zhao, that's right." It's me, Liu Gongzan. ”

Lao Dao was stunned. I stared at him for a long time, as if I didn't know what to say. At this time, someone in the town set off firecrackers. A series of snapping sounds pulled his consciousness back. He blinked: "You...... I ......"

As he spoke, he sleepwalked into the house, and he didn't know how he sat down next to Liu Gongzan. I don't know what to think - staring at him for a long time before saying, "You...... It's going to be sixty-six this year......"

After saying this, he woke up like a dream and quickly shut up.

The surprise when he saw Liu Gongzan almost made him forget his current identity.

In the months since he left Li Yunxin, Liu Gongzan has done something that is difficult for Li Yunxin to do. He built an intelligence network of his own — even if it seemed to many to be loose and unusable.

He used to be a down-and-out painter who walked the rivers and lakes. Although he has no skills, he has a mouth that is particularly dexterous because he is disheartened by the world. He has traveled to many cities and countries, and has also met many painters. The profession of a painter is relatively special. Those with superior skills can have a temple and Taoist temple. If you are more clever, you can become the guest of honor and noble. If you can reach the highest level that a mortal can cultivate, you can even become an official.

Therefore, the painters seem to be naturally nobler than ordinary people—they can peek into the world of Xuanmen practitioners. But they are rooted in the world, which also gives them a certain degree of xenophobia as a group. The old road used to walk the rivers and lakes, and it can be called a vast exchange. Although none of them can be regarded as confidants, their popularity is really not bad.

Therefore, in the past few months, I have traveled around the world again, and I have found some old friends I have made in the past. When you meet someone with good qualifications and can talk, you will pass down some of the exercises of painting the Tao. His exercises came from Li Yunxin, and they are the long-lost Fa-rectification. For example, there are only four people who really know this kind of Fa-rectification today. As one of them, and he has a cultivation that can be called a heavenly cultivator in the cultivation world, how can anyone not worship him.

It was also because of him that many painters realized that more than a thousand years ago, these people were also serious monks who could sit on an equal footing with the cultivators of the Dao Sect and the Sword Sect. There are not only two Xuanmen authentic sects in the world, but three!

These pearls that have been covered with dust have been suppressed for a thousand years, and they have been denounced as sideways by the Dao Sect and the Sword Sect...... for it was calculated!

Now Liu Gongzan ascended to the heights, and the down-and-out painters scattered all over the Middle Continent realized that they had found a backbone and a strong core.

With both legal orthodoxy and tangible and promising interests, Liu Gongzan faintly became the first person in the world to paint the Tao. It's just that he never accepted such an identity - he said that the true sect master of the painting path is now wandering the world. When that person returns, it will be the day of revival of painting.

But if one thing can bring great benefits to people, and someone starts it, many people will actively complete the rest. Without Liu Gongzan's own efforts, the painters had spontaneously formed a loose group and divided into classes. They then dedicated everything they had done to the old man, and an intelligence channel was formed.

Now is not the first time Liu Gongzan has used this channel - the Rong army attacked the city and the terrain was like a bamboo, and the credit of those painters was indispensable.

The current one is also Liu Gongzan's old acquaintance. Now I'm here to deliver a piece of information. It's just that seeing the old acquaintance is now many years younger, and with such a bearing, it was like falling into a dream for a while, and he was shocked. Outside the door, because I want to meet my developed old friends, I don't want to be looked down against, and I don't want to make people look down on me, but at this time I know that all my efforts have been in vain.

But Liu Gongzan has seen a lot of such situations. He smiled and just said, "There are no years for cultivation. Brother Zhao, what kind of message did you bring me?"

Painter Zhao quietly pinched his thigh to make himself sober. I began to regret sitting in front of him and sitting so close to him. I don't know if it's his own delusion, he feels a little out of breath beside Liu Gongzan - there seems to be some kind of powerful aura on his body. Painter Zhao began to feel that his robe did not fit well, and there was too much gray hair. The face is too shriveled, and the appearance is a little funny.

This caused his body to slowly shrunk down, as if he could shrink into obscurity. lost his clear speech when he was outside the door, and stumbled and said: "Yes, yes, ah, Cui Lao Dao - that Cui Lao Dao - the one in Quzhou City, ah, you may not remember him, he is now my Shang, Shangjia...... Ah, hall master, say that, that ......"

Liu Gongzan looked at him tolerantly, not in a hurry. The current appearance of Zhao reminds him of his former self. Not so long ago, maybe it was the same in front of my brother.

Brother Xin was not in a hurry at that time.

He smiled again, lifted the flask on the table, poured him a glass of light wine, and pushed it in front of him: "Well, I remember. Today is Chinese New Year's Eve, Brother Zhao. Our two brothers are destined. Come, have a glass of wine and warm up first. Speak slowly. ”

Painter Zhao carefully picked up the wine glass with both hands and drank it in one gulp. I felt a warmth rise from my stomach, and my body suddenly became a little lively. So he spoke more neatly: "Yes, yes...... This, Cui Laodao, asked me to say, recently someone said that he was looking for you, and said that there was news of a friend of yours...... Say your friend is at sea—"

He told everything he knew in bits and pieces, and drank three more glasses of light wine in the process. After four glasses of wine, I only felt indescribably comfortable. He is not only a painter, but naturally he has also tried to refine qi, but to no avail. But now that I drank Liu Gongzan's wine, I felt as if there was a trickle of water swimming in the meridians, as if living water had been added to the perennially dry canal, moisturizing the muscles, bones, and muscles.

After finishing speaking, I was no longer so nervous and embarrassed, and I realized the change in myself. knew that it must be Liu Gongzan in front of him who gave him benefits.

The benefits that ordinary people in the world want are nothing more than money and power. Although both are rare, they are always possible. But is the benefit he gets now comparable to money and power? That may mean cultivation and immortality!

Joy and excitement surged in Zhao's heart, making him even more unsure of how to sit or speak. It was as if a person had a heavy treasure in his arms, and he was eager to take it out to take a look and observe it, but he didn't dare to close his eyes and meditate in front of Liu Gongzan.

Liu Gongzan listened to the news he brought, thought for a while, and breathed a sigh of relief. Then he saw the mind of Painter Zhao, and smiled faintly: "Okay, Lao Zhao, I will make this trip." ”

"What you just drank was golden jade wine. It can clear your mind and strengthen your body, which is of great benefit to your cultivation. You go back in a while, find a clean place to exhale and refine qi, and use a few days of hard work to dissolve the medicinal power, but you will not suffer from disease for the rest of your life. ”

Painter Zhao received this affirmative reply and immediately stood up. I couldn't speak.

Liu Gongzan nodded: "I know your thoughts." It's all in plain sight. Go ahead. I met old friends and told them I hadn't forgotten them. ”

Painter Zhao closed his mouth. Stretched out his hand to wipe his eyes, nodded his head three times, and hurriedly retreated.

After he walked for a while, Liu Gongzan stood up and slowly walked to the window.

Zhao was not the first to bring this kind of news. In recent days, there have been dozens of such messages. He believes there will be more in the coming days. The person who "claimed that Liu Gongzan's friend was at sea" described by each person had a different appearance and identity.

This means that someone is spilling out a message hoping to get in touch with themselves in this way. In the vast world, it is difficult for one person to find another. The difficulty is not in meeting, but in letting the person know his intentions. The other party could not find himself, so he cast a wide net. And he also has a net and many sources of information. In this way, two nets meet in one place, and a lot of information is aggregated, and the person who wants to find it can always find it. It's a good idea.

The friend at sea naturally refers to Li Yunxin.

The person who spread the message...... It should be a person from the Immortal Gate.

Among the lifeless immortals, some people want to see him.

But for what?

He thought about it for a while, and then heard the sound of firecrackers outside the window. Looking down from here, the lights are lit in Whitewater Town, and it is very warm to watch.

Brother Xin'er on Dragon Island in the sea. Dragon Island ...... How is that? He ...... right now What kind of situation is it?

Liu Gongzan really hopes that tonight - even if it's just tonight - Li Yunxin will not stay in some damp and cold place, and he will not be too troubled and anxious.

So he breathed a sigh of relief and said in a low voice: "Brother Xin, the New Year is good." ”

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Three more than 10,000 words. I wish you all the best for the New Year.