Chapter 142: Dreamer, Journey Away
The wine is gone and no one is leaving. ✿.｡.:* ☆:**:. .:**:.☆*.:｡.✿
The aunt sitting next to her was as angry as a tiger, trying to take all the remaining food on the table into her bag.
How could the woman opposite her make her happy? She was young and energetic, and had enough strength. She had already planned it, and had rehearsed it many times in her heart.
Just listen to a low drink.
The wine table is like a battlefield.
In the end, the two of them were equally divided and left in a hurry.
Li Changxiao changed back into his white clothes. After the wine was gone and everyone had dispersed, he patted himself, got up and left.
He walked slowly, walked around the Su family's mansion, and found a side door wide open, so he walked straight in, looking for something in the Su family's mansion.
The Su family's mansion was very large, with beautiful rockery and water. Soon, Li Changxiao found his target.
From a distance, he saw a woman playing happily in the courtyard, squatting down and observing the rockery in front of her.
Suddenly, the woman sensed something, turned around suddenly, and saw Li Changxiao in white clothes.
She looked happy and immediately reached into her pocket, groping for something.
While running towards Li Changxiao.
"sugar…"
She took out a sugar cube and ran over to give it to Li Changxiao.
Li Changxiao took it with a smile, played with the woman for a while, and then left the Su Mansion.
The next day.
Su Yun asked the housekeeper if one of the people who pretended to be him, a swordsman in white, came to campaign.
The housekeeper briefly recalled that there was indeed a handsome swordsman who impressed him deeply, but unfortunately, he never came back to collect the final payment, and he probably died on the way.
When Su Yun heard this, he finally understood that the swordsman in white yesterday was most likely him from Buddha City.
He ordered a search, and wanted to see the other person, sit down and have a drink with him, and talk about the past on the road, which had a different flavor.
However, he was destined to be disappointed.
There was no news about the swordsman in any of the Su family's inns in Changwucheng.
But I heard that someone near the city gate saw a swordsman in white sleeping on the ground. He was sleeping soundly, snoring so hard that he couldn't even wake him up.
When Su Yun heard this, he rode the horse in his house and rushed to the city gate. However, the swordsman in white was still missing. After asking the vendor next to him, he found out that it was in front of a stick of incense. The swordsman woke up naturally from his sleep and walked out on foot. To the city.
Su Yun climbed up the city wall and looked into the distance. Sure enough, he could vaguely see the swordsman.
The swordsman drank heavily and staggered, as if he was drunk but not drunk at the same time.
Su Yun suddenly smiled.
That's right.
Goodbye, let’s have a drink together.
That's enough.
It's just that times have changed.
If he had seen such a person a year ago, he would have been yearning for it. One person, one drink and one sword, the place he was in was the entire river and lake, free in the world, riding the wind with his sword.
But now.
However, he read a few rays of loneliness from this back view.
Suddenly.
Su Yun was stunned. In his field of vision, the swordsman didn't look back, but he raised his hand and waved it left and right.
Like a farewell.
It’s like saying hello after not seeing each other for a long time.
A smile appeared on Su Yun's face and he waved. He had a hunch that maybe there would be a fifty-year-old banquet at some point in the future? Or maybe at a big banquet at the age of 60 or 70, when you stand up to toast... you will meet again, this most special figure in the world.
His appearance remains the same, his smile remains the same, and he will toast to himself.
in this way……
It's the best.
"Master, who is he?" the housekeeper who was following Su Yun asked curiously.
Su Yun turned around and walked down the city wall, smiled and replied: "Old friend."
After thinking for a moment, he added: "Visitor in my dream."
"Dream guest?" The housekeeper was stunned, not understanding the meaning of these three words.
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Su Yun turned back with a smile and explained to him: "Everything passes by and dreams pass without leaving a trace. Life is in a hurry. With this old friend, I have sweet dreams to accompany me. Hahaha, Lao Liu, let's go have a drink!"
Su Yun said and suddenly laughed boldly.
Inexplicably very happy.
Only drinking can express one or two things.
"Master, you..." The housekeeper was stunned for a moment, then a happy smile gradually appeared on his face, "You have grown up, no wonder I entrusted the Su family to you."
The butler said: "I will instruct Zuichunlou to prepare a banquet..."
"Need not."
Su Yun smiled and waved his hands, winking, "Let's go to the wine alley to drink. The wine there... is strong enough!"
"Buddha...it's all in the strong drink!"
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In the world of Fuyao, there are eight major domains, namely blue, red, white and green, and the Cauldron Fu Xuanji.
Green realm, red realm, white realm, green realm, tripod realm, talisman realm, mysterious realm, and extreme realm.
Lingtian Continent is located in the Qing Territory, and the Lingtian Dynasty is the only terrifying force in the Qing Territory that rules a continent.
The past is gone.
As the first Ten Thousand Immortals Summit gets closer and closer.
All the monks in the world were shocked.
The monks who were hiding in the deep mountains and old forests went out one after another and poured into the nearby mortal towns.
They consider themselves mortals, and their behavior is no different from mortals.
The monks who were already among the mortals were also preparing to temporarily withdraw from the world of mortals and rush to the Ten Thousand Immortals Summit.
The Ten Thousand Immortals Summit was held in the Ding Territory of Fuyao World. The origin of the word "ding" in the Ding Territory was taken from the word "ding" in "the person who carries the tripod".
Qingyu borders Dingyu, but even so, even if you take the shortest distance from Qingyu to Dingyu's Ten Thousand Immortals Peak, passing through the mountains and crossing the Yongjiang River... it will take about a full year.
Even if the monks seal their physiques into mortal bodies, their physical strength and endurance are still far beyond the reach of ordinary people. For some steep terrains, most ordinary people will choose to take a detour, but monks will not. With their excellent physical fitness, they can cross it, thus saving a lot of time.
If it were a mortal, it would take at least six or seven years. The journey of six or seven years would take so many accidents and difficulties along the way... it is almost unimaginable.
As time goes by.
The day of the Ten Thousand Immortals Summit is getting closer.
Countless monks have already started to set off for Dingyu.
On a sunny day, the fifth prince Li Tianyu chose an auspicious day and set off for Dingyu.
This time, he went alone.
He did not take a carriage, nor did he bring an army with him.
...
A few days later.
The Lord of Mountains and Rivers with white hair on his temples walked out of the temple. He took off the robes that symbolized majesty, put on a refreshing Taoist robe, tied up his long hair, and carried the food and silver that he had prepared early on, and set foot on the road to immortality again.
This road to immortality, no, it should be said that it is a road to change. No one wants to miss it, just like when he was young, he resolutely embarked on the road of cultivation.
Most of the cultivators who are rising in the world are on the road.
There are Taoists who have been hiding in the Dragon City for a long time, there are masters and apprentices who are cultivating in the temple, there are princesses with high power, there are former prodigies, there are thin people who are famous for their training...
There are the Lords of the Holy Land, there are elders with top strength...
There are also white-clothed swordsmen who occasionally get the wind and plan to go and see the excitement.
The world is moving.
Everyone knows it.
The great world of cultivation will usher in a new era.
The era of change.
In this era, everyone is an ant.
(The theme of the first era is change and struggle, and the Ten Thousand Immortals Conference is slowly opening up. The Ten Thousand Immortals Conference is held every ten years, and I will try to describe the changes bit by bit.)
(Finally, please give me some free gifts (｡･ω･｡)ﾉ♡)