Chapter 677 Things Have Changed

Li Changxiao knocked several times, and the sound was soft and clear. Although it was not loud, it traveled far. Li Changxiao once did odd jobs in an inn. Whenever a guest knocked on the door, he would be able to hear clearly when he came and went inside and outside the inn.

As his travels deepened, his horizons deepened, and Li Changxiao knew that the wooden door of this inn was selected from the Buddhist sound wood of Xibian, which can isolate the cold and heat, and has a cavity inside. Just tap it lightly with your finger, and the cavity will vibrate. A sound that is pleasant to the ear and does not disturb the gods will be emitted.

Li Changxiao only knew that the cost of building this inn was high and the materials were expensive, but he couldn't tell the specific origin. However, after cultivating to a high level, you will naturally understand.

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Seeing that no one opened the door, he was not in a hurry, so he sat down against the door. After waiting for a while, he vaguely heard the sound of footsteps, a "squeak-" sounded, and the door of the inn was opened, "A guest is coming? That’s not surprising. Come in and I’ll prepare some food for you.”

The person who opened the door glanced at it and walked towards the inn. Li Changxiao stood up and gently patted the dirt off his body. The voice sounded familiar, so he must be an acquaintance. But when he got up, the man had already turned around and walked towards the kitchen, so he didn't meet him.

Li Changxiao frowned and entered the Lai Qu Inn. In the past years, every time he came, it was the autumn and winter seasons, wrapped in white clothes. He saw that everything in the inn was the same as before, the dining table, stools, and everything had not changed, and he couldn't help but feel Miss you.

He chose a table and sat down. He heard noises coming from the kitchen and knew that someone was preparing food for him.

The inn was very deserted, as if no one had been there for a long time, and its popularity was very low. The tables, chairs, floor, and counters are all neatly arranged and spotless, but it always makes people feel slightly cold. After a while, the man brought several plates of side dishes and placed them on Li Changxiao's table. Only then did the two of them look at each other and see each other's true appearance.

Both of them were stunned. Li Chang smiled and said, "Qing Xiao?" The other party also said, "Brother Li?"

It turns out that the person who is now managing the Lailu Inn is the monk Qingxiao whom he met on the road to reform. He was born in the Talisman Sect, mastered the thunder talisman, and could control thunder with his body. He was a rare talent among his peers. There was a relationship with the second master of Lailu Inn, but Li Changxiao never asked or explored it.

Today's Qingxiao is no longer young. She is middle-aged, has a fat belly, and has stubble on her face. Today, less than 30% of her former high-spirited and handsome appearance remains. There is an obvious sense of distress in the eyes, as if he has been depressed and frustrated all year round, and there are dense bloodshot eyes at the base of his eyes.

Li Changxiao sighed softly, especially remembering the young man who dared to go against heaven on the way to the reform that day, and was bound to make a name for himself on the way to the reform. At that time, it was just a brief encounter, a superficial encounter, but Li Changxiao had a clear memory and felt that the beauty was short-lived and full of vitality.

Nowadays things have changed. When Qing Xiao saw Li Changxiao, he also sighed loudly, touched his belly, and joked with a smile that he didn't dare to look in the mirror now, he looked completely frustrated, for fear of being seen by himself. But Brother Li is still as handsome as before.

Li Changxiao invited Qing Xiao to sit down and chatted with him about past events. It happened that Qingxiao stayed alone at the Lailu Inn. It had been a long time since anyone had come, and even if people came, they were mostly strangers. He was originally warm and hospitable, but he gradually became cold and indifferent. Today I met Li Changxiao, an old friend who I had only met a few times but spanned hundreds of years. It was unexpected but reasonable.

Of course, unintentionally, I returned to the feeling I had when I was looking for reform. I seemed much younger, and my words became denser. Qingxiao recounted his experience. In the early days of the reform, he was very high-spirited. Although his spiritual energy was exhausted at that time, he did not take it seriously. He always felt that a hero would come to the world and turn things around.

Later, the reform stagnated, and he suffered repeated setbacks. It was not that his talent could not be extended, but that he knew that his talent was insufficient, and that the reform was difficult and the human race was in trouble. From this moment on, he did not feel sorry for himself. He was still determined and pursued the path of reform.

Later, the great reform era came to an end, his lifespan also gradually decreased, and his appearance gradually changed. Now when he was asked to look up again, he just felt that the sky was too high and the earth was too thick. He felt terrified and felt that he was insignificant and could not change anything.

Li Changxiao sighed when he heard his story. When the reform started, Qingxiao represented the youngest and most energetic group of people. And Qingxiao's loneliness also represents the loneliness of the human race.

The monk system has no hope and is about to end its era. Even if the spiritual energy is restored in the future, I am afraid there will be no more immortals. How much dazzling wisdom will be lost in the long river of history.

Li Changxiao asked about going to the inn. He asked the cook where Mei Sanniang had gone and why Qingxiao stayed at the inn. Qingxiao told Li Changxiao that the cook was dead and buried in the back mountain. As for Mei Sanniang, two years ago Qingxiao passed by an inn and saw Mei Sanniang thanking guests behind closed doors and drinking by herself.

Qingxiao stayed at the inn for three days. On the third day, Mei Sanniang handed the inn to him and never returned. So now only Qingxiao is taking care of the Lailu Inn.

Seeing that there was no way to reform, Qingxiao was disheartened, so he stayed at the inn and stayed there for two years. Life is poor and boring, but it is good to spend time.

Coming and going to the inn, with the decline of the political reform, there were very few guests. Throughout the year, there were even less than ten guests. Qingxiao was enjoying his leisure time, and lived like this day by day, until today, he heard a knock on the door.

He opened the door and saw someone in white sitting under the door. He felt familiar at first glance, but couldn't remember who it was. He ignored him and didn't remember who he was until he finished cooking the side dishes and faced Li Changxiao face to face.

Finished.

Qingxiao fell silent. Li Changxiao also put down his bowls and chopsticks and remained silent for a long time.

Come and go to the inn…

Guests come and go.

Even the host comes and goes.

On this day, Li Changxiao met the inn again. The inn was deserted, things and people had changed, and the food and wine were tasteless.