Chapter 544: Meet Wang Jue Again

Seeking Change for 520 years, Li Changxiao has been away from the world for more than ten years. He has been to many places and seen many scenery along the way. Countless people have passed by him in life and death, fate and fate.

His sense of truth and falsehood gradually faded, and his appearance remained the same. He often stopped suddenly, looked around, and said to himself: "The world has become smaller again."

Before the Seeking Change, the journey that took more than ten days can now be completed in five or six days. However, he seems to be the only one in the world who is willing to observe and measure with his feet.

The world has been even more unstable recently. Those who have reached the stage of transformation and above are considered masters. The stage of forming pills and the stage of Nascent Soul are the main groups of cultivators. If we count carefully, at least 40% to 50% of cultivators stay in this realm.

This is still the era of the heyday of spiritual energy. In the ancient times when spiritual energy had not erupted, the mainstream groups were those who established their foundation and formed the elixir. In today's world, it is almost impossible to find a elixir. Even if there are some, they have to have many adventures and coincidences to barely keep their life span.

But they are definitely as withered as before, no longer as magnificent as they used to be. After traveling for more than ten years, I witnessed the miserable scene of the Yuanying cultivators dying, which still lingers in my mind.

At this desperate moment, I heard that the world was in a great upsurge, the wind and clouds gathered, the Nanzhenhai Tower was attacked, and the battle for the fragments of the heavenly way was still unclear.

The world is all alone, and everyone is alone.

Li Changxiao gradually felt that he had been traveling for more than ten years, but for the opportunity of refining the void, for the inexplicable Dao essence, and for the subtle feeling that was always missing a little bit. He only had to wait for a certain moment to fall asleep and break through.

Maybe tomorrow, maybe the day after tomorrow...

Maybe it will be very soon, or maybe it will be very slow. How can one explain the matter of cultivation clearly? Especially in the world of absolute spirit, cultivation is even more difficult.

In this blur, another year passed. During this year, Li Changxiao heard a piece of news. When the news reached his ears, even he could not remain calm.

The Nan Zhenhai Tower collapsed.

It is said that the mermaids, with their wolfish ambitions, used their great magical powers and magic to summon the huge waves that covered the sky and hit the Zhenhai Tower. One wave rolled and one wave hit, and the Zhenhai Tower, which had stood for countless years, condensed countless efforts, and made countless military exploits, was knocked down in one fell swoop.

There are 3,800 treasures in the building, and the baby's halo is dim. Without the protection of the suppressor, the magic weapon is being eroded by time and infected by the world at a very fast speed.

Looking at the situation of the human race, the life span is short, and most of the strong are in danger of life span. Although the reform is effective, it has been stagnant for a long time.

The collapse of Zhenhai Tower at this time undoubtedly stirred up the wind and clouds, causing the cultivators to head south.

Li Changxiao looked up at the sky. Where the wind and clouds met, thousands of mysterious thunders had accumulated. They were rapid, violent, and frightening. It was also this year that an old ancestor in the fusion stage stood up and officially declared war on the mermaids.

The old ancestor called on the old sect disciples, if there were still any left, to rush to the shore of the South China Sea.

The old ancestor's words shocked the world and were widely circulated among the cultivators.

"It is difficult to keep Ling Tian on the sickbed."

So and so...

Not only did the wind and clouds gather in the sky, but even on the ground, people were surging like tides, with a great momentum. Li Changxiao wandered around the world, seeking enlightenment and integration. The cultivators who passed by him gradually increased.

One day.

He simply stopped and opened a small shed built of wood near a group of mountains and swamps.

It was not enough to block the wind and the rain, so he went to a remote town and bought some pots and pans, as well as various melon and fruit seeds. In this way, he became a roadside tea and fruit vendor.

The swordsman was proud that he had turned over a new leaf. If he was short of money, he didn't have to think of guarding the house first, let alone selling his body. He could live a comfortable and carefree life with a penny for a cup of tea and three pennies for a melon.

Not to mention, there were many customers on weekdays, forcing Li Changxiao to expand the store. He went to the nearby hills to cut down some wood, split it into pieces, and made tables and chairs.

He placed it outside the wooden shed, two tables and ten chairs were enough, and he sat on a bench where he could lean back, watching the sky and the clouds.

There were many people in his small shop. He could earn a hundred copper coins a day, and if he was lucky, he could get more.

The guests were a mix of immortals and mortals, bringing news from all sides. Of course, since it was a business, there were always troubles, especially for this kind of business of entertaining others.

Once, a swordsman passed by the tea and fruit shop and saw the big, rosy fruit. He wanted to buy it for three cents, but the boss, who was wearing white clothes and sleeping on a bench, refused to buy it, saying that the fruit was for himself and it would be a pity to sell it. The swordsman was so angry that he smashed the table and finally left.

There was also a monk going south. He had a hard journey and passed by the shop. He asked for a glass of water and drank it with all his heart. Seeing that the boss was good-looking, he asked a few questions and found out that he was also a monk.

He immediately sneered and said that he was a worthless cultivator. When the Zhenhai Tower collapsed, many cultivators went to the south, unwilling to be the sickbed. But this boss was so good. The world was so critical, but as a cultivator who had been blessed by heaven and earth, he did nothing. He just set up a small shop on the roadside and asked for three or two coins...

If he is not a coward, what else can he be?

As he said that, the cultivator took the three copper coins and left angrily. Li Changxiao walked to the table, put the three copper coins into his pocket, and watched the cultivator leave with a gentle smile on his face. He was not angry because of this.

He was about to break through...

At the latest, it would be in the next few years.

If not, he would also like to go south to take a look.

All things went against my heart. Even though Li Changxiao's shop was booming, people in the surrounding area gradually knew that the owner of the tea and fruit shop was a handsome young man.

Occasionally, they would come to ask for some tea, joke with him, and chat with him. Gradually, Li Changxiao had to carry an axe to the mountain early in the morning to chop some wood, and get a few tables and benches.

He also needed to weave a fence to tightly enclose the orchard. There were more and more fruit thieves. Recently, there was a melon that was growing well and must not be stolen.

From spring to summer, summer to autumn, autumn turned cold and winter.

It was like this every day, every year.

During the festive festivals in the mortal world, fireworks flashed from time to time in the sky.

Li Changxiao sat alone in the shop in the cold wind, broke open a melon, poured tea, wine, salt, and vinegar into it, stirred it well, and drank it.

"Master, are you really not going to Zhenhai Tower?" Yu Luosha's almost unreal voice echoed in his ears.

"I'm about to break through, why go there." Li Changxiao said to himself. He felt that the salt taste was too light, so he picked up a handful of salt and sprinkled it on the melon, and uttered an ambiguous word, "Live one more day, is it one day?"

"It's been long enough." Yu Luosha muttered.

...

Next year.

It is said that the small shop with a prosperous business is about to close down, and it will close down after the fruits and vegetables in the field are sold at a low price.

As soon as the news came out, it was quickly swept away. Only the last one was left, which was big and round, and must be very sweet. This one will not be sold at a low price, and it will be left for himself.

Li Changxiao put away all the extra tables and chairs, leaving only one. After eating the melon, he will say goodbye to this place.

"Hakka, I want your melon, give me one."

A voice sounded behind him.

Li Changxiao turned around and didn't know what to say for a moment. The last customer of his tea shop turned out to be an acquaintance.

When they turned around, their eyes met, and the other party was obviously surprised, "Is it you?"

"It's me." Li Changxiao nodded, "Brother Wang, long time no see."

He looked at the other person's face, which was a heroic face, but it was difficult to hide the old look.

From the sharp features, there was still a bit of contempt in the eyes. Although the change was great, it was still vaguely recognizable that this person was surnamed Wang and named Jue, and he was a genius.