Evening, small town, small teahouse.

This humble little teahouse is not so much a teahouse as a tea stall with a door. The only thing it does better than a tea stall is that tea drinkers don't have to be disturbed by the wind and sand on the road.

Because of this, most of the tea stalls placed on the side of the road are bland and tasteless herbal teas, and no one has the heart to taste them in the wind and sand. And although this teahouse is small, there are several cheap teas.

The business of the small teahouse is not good, and it is not even as good as some small tea stalls on the side of the road. Most of the people who are willing to taste tea are elegant people. And this kind of pretentious gentleman is rare in this small city.

Jianghu high-rollers like to drink, and they often visit taverns. Some people who passed by in a hurry just called for a big bowl of herbal tea at the roadside tea stall, quenched their thirst and left in a hurry.

In the deserted teahouse, there are also a few tables of individual customers. In the corner by the window, a young man sat and ordered a pot of coarse tea, and sat for a day.

There were few guests in the teahouse, there was no life, and the shopkeeper did not rush the young man, but very politely sent a plate of peanuts, which was freshly fried, a little burnt, but very fragrant.

Young people are very polite, and their words and deeds make people feel good, which is why the shopkeeper will give a plate of peanuts.

The shopkeeper sat in front of the counter, his eyes brushing over the young man's face, but he only sighed and looked up. He lived for more than 70 years, and did nothing in his life, opened this small teahouse to make a living, and was accustomed to seeing people of all shapes.

From Leng Xiao's eyes, he could see some loneliness that was not revealed, but not hidden. There are many reasons why a person can be lonely, and he is used to seeing such eyes, but he has not extinguished his curiosity.

It's just that he didn't explore, because he knew that even if he did, he wouldn't get an answer.

The young man lowered his gaze to the window, picked up a peanut, and put it into his mouth with the broken black and red peanut coat, and moved his cheeks up and down a few times, and with the roll of his throat, he regained his composure.

Although this teahouse is small, it is just on the street. Through the window, you can see a ray of sunshine due west, or hurried or slow pedestrians, hazy wind and sand.

This small town, for young people, does not take a few short walks. But he likes to taste bitterness in this remote corner.

He looked at the peanuts pinched between his fingers, and peeled off the tattered and mottled peanut coat. He felt that he was no different from this peanut coat.

Maybe not many people have seen him, maybe ten years have passed, and his name is no longer as famous as it was back then, but if you hear his name, it will definitely make those who walk the rivers and lakes feel familiar.

He is, cold and cold.

Ten years ago, the White Bone Sect, the Second Demon Venerable of the Demon Clan, Ying Xiao, and Mu Xunli unsuccessfully probed the secret of Ascension from Shi Yao's mouth, and there was no second chance.

The White Bone Sect was constrained by the one-word gate, and after all, it only retreated gloomily, and did not set off much turmoil in the Southern Regions. Mu Xunli took the millions of disciples of the Sword Pavilion, and he didn't know where to go, let alone Ying Xiao. Even the Ghost Head Tuo, who threatened to seek the world, had not shown up since when, and all the Ghost Head Tuo's subordinates, except for some cronies, had also returned to Shi Yao's hands.

Similarly, the Gu cultivators in the Western Regions were also disturbed by Buddhist cultivation everywhere, and it was difficult to succeed, but they still occupied the old site of the Sword Pavilion, leaving many strong people to guard and recuperate, in a vain attempt to encroach on the monks of the Southern Regions little by little. If you want to be a hunter, you have to be patient.

The Buddhist cultivators also established temples in the southern regions to spread the Buddha's door.

The biggest reason why these foreign monks fell silent so obediently was because the Qingjian Zhenren, the founding patriarch of the Blue Scar Sect, had a sign of catastrophe.

If Qingjian Zhenren once survived, then even if these people were robbers at that time, how much they ate would have to spit out sooner or later.

And the monks of the Eastern Regions, who have not yet had a reputation, do not dare to make waves again. The evil is dead, the ghost is peaceful, the foreign tribe is hidden, and the southern region has passed the most difficult moment, which is like the spring breeze and rain moistening the new grass, and the dead vines and old trees pumping new shoots.

To have today, although thanks to the deterrence of Qingjian Zhenren, the Taoism of Buddhism is also indispensable, otherwise the Southern Regions will definitely not be able to adhere to today, so in the past ten years, the Southern Regions have flourished Taoism and Buddhism, even if they are mortals, there are countless believers, yearning for this realm of pure heart and few desires, and they like this life of coarse tea and light rice.

The ghost head had lost his voice, and the recollection of Xianlu that he had never forgotten was nowhere to be found. In the past ten years, he has not set off much wind and rain, but has just devoted himself to cultivation.

At the next table of tea guests, two people drank tea and whispered, and one of them said: "Recently, there have been big moves in the holy land, and it is not easy to have today's peace, but don't make another incident." ”

There was no shortage of worry in this person's words. They are just mortals, and their hearts are worried, but they don't know where they are.

A wisp of gentle wind blew through Leng Xiao's sideburns, and the whisper of this tea guest undoubtedly evoked a trace of old memories in his heart, also ten years ago.

Ten years ago, after leaving the Demon Domain, Peach returned to the Middle Domain and uncovered the disguise of Senju. He returned to the Senluo Hall and continued to be his hall master, and the disciples of the Drifting Snow Hall were always trapped in the Drifting Snow Palace, living a miserable life, and everything seemed to have not changed at all.

It's just that Dudu turned the camouflaged rosé into a real pink. It's just that Leng Xiao is now full-fledged, and Lin Jiuxiao wants to catch Leng Xiao as easily as he did back then.

Even if Leng Xiao is caught, if he wants to refine the Red Soul Seal again, it will take another ten years. Lin Jiuxiao had this patience, but his thirst for Leng Xiao was not so strong, because he knew that in the hands of the demon king Shi Yao, he held the secret of ascension.

The past is like the autumn wind to the fallen leaves, rolling up and falling, clear, but scattered again.

The chatter of the two tea guests became a little clearer in his ears again, and the other said: "Now in the Southern Regions, the Blue Mark Sect can be said to be a well-deserved leader of the righteous path, it is a peaceful and prosperous era, and the evil demons are not good at the outside world, I heard that the Blue Mark Sect will open its doors to recruit new disciples in the near future, and it is a good time to send the juniors to practice!"

"Brother Zhao said this very much, the dog is twelve years old, he has practiced qi and has some qualifications, if he can enter the Blue Scar Sect, he will definitely be able to glorify the ancestors in the future. ”

Leng Xiao's eyes were slightly in a trance, and he muttered: "Time flies, and it is the power of time that I have grasped the tail edge of some years, so I am more and more reluctant to give up day and night." It is this reluctance that has become the biggest obstacle for me to break through the virtual baby. ”

As early as three years ago, he already had signs of a breakthrough, but he was uneasy and couldn't break through. Along the way, I have had too many regrets in my heart, some regrets, and even making up for them is an extravagant hope.

"Distracted, when can I be distracted?"

The voices of the two tea guests gradually became blurred from his ears, and he didn't know whether Qianshou was alive or dead.

Nearly halfway through the sunset, he left the small teahouse, holding a transmission note in his hand.

"Master. He called softly. In the past ten years, he has been wandering outside all the year round, and his reputation in the Blue Scar Sect has also faded, and most of the rumors among his disciples are Senior Brother Chu Tiankuo and Senior Sister Hanyue.

Even Qiu Yansheng, Nangong Junwan, Hong Xuan and some people who were originally not famous have also entered the realm of Yuanying in the past ten years.

These people are the targets of the juniors of the sect, and the objects of admiration are just those who still remember Leng Xiao, and there are few people left.

Xie Yunlei's voice echoed in his ears: "Leng Xiao, return to the sect as soon as possible, and the sect will accept new disciples in half a month, and you will be responsible." ”

Leng Xiao couldn't help frowning slightly, and said: "I'm afraid that Banyue is a little rushed, it's better to leave this matter to others, the disciple has a barrier in his heart, and he doesn't want to get involved in such miscellaneous matters." ”

Xie Yunlei sighed: "It doesn't matter if the master said this, but the sect master personally ordered that you will be in charge of the entrance trial," he paused for a moment and continued, "You also know that the sect master is about to cross the catastrophe, and there is often a throbbing in his heart, but he can't let go of the sect, and he is bound to cultivate a new sect master." ”

"The teacher is already old, and I am afraid that I will be distracted and hopeless in this life, so the supreme of the sect master will be placed on you. ”

Leng Xiao didn't reply for a long time, his expression never made any waves, but there was a bit of helplessness and sigh in his tone: "There are countless talents in the sect, why bother the disciples?"

Xie Yunlei feigned anger: "Such a good thing, others can't ask for it, why did it fall on your head and become a dilemma? Do you know how many times your senior brother has begged your senior brother for this matter?"

"Since Senior Brother Chu likes it, let it be handed over to him. With that, he put away the note, closed his eyes heavily, he drank tea, but he was drunk for no reason, drunk and fell into depression and loneliness.

Even if he lost his position as the master of the torture hall, Chu Tiankuo never gave up his yearning for the position of the sect master, but he would never let go of anything that would enhance his prestige.

If he can easily show his face as an opportunity to recruit new disciples, how can he give it up? A young man who has just stepped into the path of cultivation is the easiest to raise a sense of awe for this Dao powerhouse.

Leng Xiao really bought a pot of wine from the tavern, and poured it into the spout one by one, not drinking, just tasting it lightly, feeling the heat emitted from the wine diffuse every corner of his body.

At this moment, he was like a mortal, his eyes seemed to be in a trance, and his steps were slow, but very steady.

After a while, the fluctuation of the transmission note flashed in his arms. This time, it was the voice of Qingjian Zhenren.

Qingjian Zhenren has always been direct, and roared: "You kid, where are you going again, why don't you hurry back and take charge of the entrance trial!

"Listen!" Leng Xiao shook his head and smacked his lips and said, "Disciples have always respected teachers, and the sect master's words are naturally listened to. ”

"Then why don't you come back quickly!"

"Yes, the disciple will come back. ”

Leng Xiao walked step by step, a few points slower than the old man who walked on the road.

Qingjian Zhenren heard the cold tone, and immediately became angry, he heard the perfunctory, he was full of anger, and he opened his mouth to scold, but when the words came to his mouth, they turned into a light sigh.

"Do you know what you thought of when you rescued this seat from the place where you were buried under the water prison, and this seat first saw you?"

Leng Xiao poured another sip of wine into his mouth, moistened his intestines, and then said, "Disciple doesn't know, please ask the sect master for guidance." ”

"It's Hai Dongqing, Hai Dongqing who stands on the top of the mountain with his wings closed, facing the abyss and his face does not change, and he dares to hit the sky directly under the thunder. But now, do you know what you're like?"

"I don't know. ”

"You've disappointed me. But if you don't want to come back, don't come back. ”

"Yes. ”

Leng Xiao put away the transmission note, even if he didn't see it with his own eyes, he could feel the anger of the Blue Sword True Person's extreme patience.

He knew that even if he didn't go back, the errand of this trial elder would not fall on Chu Tiankuo's head. Just like what Qingjian Zhenren said when he first saw Chu Tiankuo, he didn't look down on Chu Tiankuo.

Presumably, in the end, it should have fallen on the head of Luo Jia, the master of the torture hall. Just like back then, it was also Luo Hai, the master of the torture hall, who served as the false position of the trial elder.

He didn't think about the trial anymore, but his expression was dazed, and he muttered, "Now, what am I like?"

He scoffed. He was depressed, decadent, and had nothing. It's a big world, as if he's the only one.

But is he really decadent, he desperately wants to improve his cultivation, and wants to open his heart through this half-dreaming and half-awake way.

Leng Xiao stretched out his hand and pressed it on his chest, and his trance eyes became a little clearer: "What is hidden in this to be quietly locked?"

He walked all the way, not asking about people, not asking about things, not asking about heaven and earth, not asking about himself, saying that he was detached, but in fact what was the difference between him and the walking dead?

He didn't even know what the name of the small city was.

Back then, there was still Qianshou who suffered the pressure of this injury with him, but now, he is the only one left. And in addition, he felt that something was missing in his heart.

He remembered the little girl he met in the valley of the demon domain for no reason, it's been ten years, I'm afraid it's ...... It must be that high, right?

He raised his hand and gestured over his shoulder, which seemed to feel a little high, and moved it to his chest again.

Leng Xiao suddenly laughed, and a woman walking by next to him couldn't help but be startled, glanced at Leng Xiao with a disgusted expression, and spatted "drunkard". She was holding a child in her hand, and at this moment the child also looked at Leng Xiao curiously.

"yes, drunk. Leng Xiao's fingers holding the wine jug slowly tightened a little, "If you want to hurry, you can't reach it, if you can't put it down, how can you pick it up." ”

Over the years, his expressionless face has been accustomed to a faint smile, and he likes to have a hint of hazy eyes, but he has put it away at this moment.

"Perhaps, I should go home and see," he patted his forehead, "how did I forget, I still have home." ”

He saw the place where he had lived for ten years, the small village, the hilltop overgrown with grass. And, the old man who doesn't know if he can survive to this day.

"Grandpa Yao. He called softly, and a boundless urgency suddenly rose in his heart, and his figure disappeared in an instant.

Only a flask with half a jug of wine remaining, fell to the ground with a soft thud.

Not far away, the woman, the child, Huo Ran turned around, but found that the wine jug was still there, but the drunkard had nowhere to go.