Chapter 155: Youthful Vigor, Reaching the Sky

But having said that, Qingxiao and the others couldn't see through the origins of the donkey-riding swordsman. They were curious but didn't ask.

Night falls quickly.

The four of them had no way to go to the village and no store behind, so they simply lit a bonfire and planned to spend the night in the wild. Practitioners are not that particular.

Qingxiao prepared several pieces of cakes and a bag of water. Just when he was about to swallow the cakes with the water, the swordsman slowly took out some dried meat from the bamboo box carried by the donkey.

If that's all it is, that's not bad.

But the swordsman's bamboo box was like a treasure bag, and he took out pastries, marinated beef, and cleaned rabbit legs...

The swordsman smiled at a few people and began to handle the ingredients skillfully. There were meat, wine, and dishes to go with the wine. The aroma was overflowing, making Qingxiao, Lu Chan, Houshao and the three of them swallow a few mouthfuls of saliva.

After glancing at the three of them, Li Changxiao smiled slightly, took out more ingredients, and said with a smile that this meal would be his treat.

Qingxiao and the others nodded repeatedly, watching the swordsman slowly handle the ingredients, and the aroma began to spread little by little. Qingxiao and the others felt that the thick cakes in their hands were no longer easy to swallow.

Qing Xiao said half-jokingly, half-seriously: "Brother Changxiao is really a weirdo. Everyone is in a hurry, and it seems that Brother Changxiao is traveling."

Lu Chan nodded in agreement. She put the biscuits aside. Seeing the swordsman busy, she felt uncomfortable and had to do something to help.

After thinking about it, I can only stir up the topic, provide emotional value, and make the swordsman feel less bored.

She looked at Li Changxiao's sword, thinking that she was also a swordsman and would be able to chat with him in the art of swordsmanship, so she raised the topic.

In fact, she was overthinking it. Li Changxiao didn't find cooking boring at all. She just wanted to chat, so Li Changxiao chatted with her.

From the discussion on swordsmanship, we talked about the sword intention on the Three Thousand Sword Intentions list. Speaking of this, Lu Chan was quite good at it because she understood one of the sword intentions.

Later, they somehow ended up chatting about the secret realm. Once in the secret realm, she had a fight with an old man from the Shu Sword Sect. There was no winner or loser. When the conversation came to this point, Qing Xiao took over. The swordsman from the Shu Sword Sect finally died in his hands. , was killed by his thunder method, which was also his famous battle.

Compared to Lu Chan and Qing Xiao, Hou Shao was not good at fighting, so he rarely spoke. As they chatted, dinner was finally ready.

Grilled mushrooms, grilled wild vegetables, rabbit leg beef...

Enough for four people to enjoy themselves.

Qing Xiao took the barbecued rabbit leg, which was still dripping with fragrant oil, which made people salivate. In his current mortal body, his appetite suddenly aroused, and he took a bite. It was delicious.

"Drink?"

Li Changxiao shook the wine gourd and said with a smile: "Strong wine."

"Wine?" Hou Shao was stunned, and then he remembered that he had lived for nearly five hundred years, but he had never drank once.

The three of them suddenly looked at each other.

They all saw the surprise and eagerness in each other's eyes...

"drink!"

The three of them almost said the same thing, and then they were stunned again, looked at their companions, and burst out laughing.

"Easy to say." Li Changxiao looked at the little donkey, "Beautiful lady, do you want a drink?"

The little donkey shook his head repeatedly. He once secretly tasted a sip of wine and still doesn't understand why humans like to drink such unpleasant water.

Lu Chan was stunned for a moment, then looked at the little donkey with a strange expression, "Brother Changxiao, it...is called Meijiao Niang?"

"This name is too..."

At this point, the little donkey purred and glared at Lu Chan. This mother was serious.

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Seeing this, Lu Chan quickly shut up. Li Chang smiled and reconciled a few words, telling Lu Chan that the donkey was not low in intelligence. It had just passed five years old and was a child. Don't argue with it. He immediately called him a little donkey and told outsiders. Be respectful, I'm just asking out of curiosity, not malicious.

After this brief interlude, Li Changxiao went to a nearby pond, picked a few lotus leaves, used the lotus leaves as wine glasses, and poured a little for everyone.

Then, under night.

The four of them used lotus leaves as cups, drank wine and ate meat, and had a great time.

At first, as soon as the first sip of wine was taken into their mouths, the three young monks, who never drank alcohol, all frowned, feeling that it didn't taste good and was very strong.

But after taking a few more sips, the drunkenness started to get a bit overwhelming. At first, the three of them planned to get rid of the drunkenness immediately, but Li Changxiao stopped them, saying that the drunkenness was the result of drinking.

Qing Xiao gave up this idea and became more and more drunk. He really had an indescribable feeling. His whole body was light and airy, as if he had broken free from all kinds of shackles.

The same goes for Lu Chan and Hou Shao. The three of them were eating, drinking, and chatting about everything.

It's okay to say it was drunken nonsense.

It's okay to say it's true love.

"Oh, it's a pity that my thunder technique is incomplete after all. If the spiritual energy is not exhausted, give me another ten years... No! Give me another five years, and I will definitely become the youngest thunder-handling monk in the world!"

"Your thunder skills are indeed powerful, and it is even more rare to be born with lightning skills. But compared to me, a swordsman genius who has comprehended three thousand sword intentions at such a young age...well, you are just a little behind~"

"Bah, that's the only ambition you have? Only the weak will cherish the past, while the strong will always look forward to the future. Now the road has withered, no new road has been revealed, and disasters are accompanied by opportunities!"

"We monks, born in such troubled times, should be as high as the sky! Who else would be better than me when the world is created!"

"Yes! Brother Hou is right. The great road dies and all methods wither. However, our human race will never be depressed. I have made many famous people in the world, and the leader of our Dao sect, Li Xundao, is such an amazing and talented person! We are waiting for you. …will eventually open up the world!”

Qingxiao's face flushed, he looked at Li Changxiao and asked, "Brother Changxiao, isn't that right?"

Li Changxiao smiled slightly, his eyes swept over the few people, this is the spirit of youth, dare to say what others dare not say, do what others dare not do.

He raised the lotus leaf in his hand, "Yes! Create the world!"

How can a young man fear the world?

Li Changxiao looked at the three people with a smile.

It's really rare to be young... Li Changxiao's sincere wishes.

...

Late at night.

Qingxiao, Hou Shao, and Lu Chan, the three of them, were drunk and fell to the ground.

If you think that the three of them were too reckless to get drunk in front of strangers, just like a rookie

then you are wrong.

They were really drunk, and they were really asleep.

But if there was danger, there would be no problem to wake up instantly.

By the campfire.

Only the white-clothed swordsman was still drinking, and he didn't get drunk for a long time.

He watched the moonlight fall, the stream flow, and the leaves rustle. Finally, he stood up and rode away on his donkey.

The swordsman who seemed to be near and far away was like a dream that passed without a trace, floating away.

Looking back, it seemed that he had been here, but also that he had not been here.

The swordsman's white clothes contrasted with the moonlight, and his shadow was so long. He walked slowly in the night, unrestrained and lonely.