Liu Gongzan nodded and walked to the window: "You can see through it. Just this point will indeed be happier than many people in the future."

Lu Baishui curled his lips again: "Oh, this is my life."

"It's your life, indeed." Liu Gongzan smiled slightly, "All I come here, many villages and towns were destroyed in the tsunami. Only if you are safe and sound in Baishui Town, it's God's will."

Lu Baishui laughed: "God's will? What kind of will? Why did you choose Baishui to settle down? This area has a special terrain. The tsunami waves will be divided into two sides when they arrive at the sea surface of this area without any disaster. This is my good vision. I said, "Old immortal, why are you here for me? Is Li Yunxin in trouble?"

Liu Gongzan was silent by the window for a while and whispered: "I originally planned to spend the New Year with him at the end of the year. Alas."

"That's just in trouble." Lu Baishui raised his eyebrows, "What big trouble can a person like him have? He is like a god."

"There are many gods and many demons." Liu Gong praised, "I will stand here. It can be as short as one day, and it can be as long as a few days. Don't disclose my whereabouts."

Lu Baishui raised the small wine jar and rolled his eyes: "Happy New Year."

When it was getting dark and red lanterns on the street were lit up one after another, a painter who looked down and looked down at the door of Donghai Inn. He was about fifty or sixty years old, his face looked like tree bark. He wore a half-new Taoist robe, which looked freshly washed, and he also used an iron spoon to iron it with boiling hot water.

When he appeared at the door, the inn's guest thought he was here to ask for rewards these days. The kitchen of Donghai Inn had been working hard and steamed dozens of kilograms of steamed buns every day to spread them. The man had been busy for a day and was freezing in front of the door, hoping to quickly disperse the dozens of steamed buns left in the cage that were as hard as stones, so that he could get off work and go home for New Year's Eve.

So when I saw this old man, I hurriedly opened the cage. While putting steamed buns into the white cloth curtain, I was breathing: "Come on, take them away, take them away, let's go home for the New Year."

After hearing what he said, the old painter coughed: "I am not here to seek rewards. I am here to find someone."

He stood aside while saying that, as if the guy said that he felt that his personality had been insulted.

The guy asked for something boring, and threw the steamed bun back into the cage with anger, frowned: "Who do you look for? Who do you recognize here? Did you come from outside?"

The old coughed, making himself look solemn and solemn: "I'll look for the old man."

"There is no one you are looking for, ah!" The guy raised his face and ignored him.

The old Taoist also frowned and looked at him. However, he didn't walk and moved away two steps away, standing at the door of the inn and stopped talking.

The guy felt that he didn't know the good people's hearts, so he wanted to ask him to stand and suffer the cold. After about half an hour, several people came to ask for the remaining steamed buns, and the guy packed up his things and planned to go back to the store. At this time, he looked around and saw the old Taoist trembling with cold, but he still straightened his waist, trying to make a solemn and solemn style. However, the darker the night, the stronger the wind, and the old man sniffed his nose, and he couldn't be solemn no matter what.

He then softened his heart and sighed: "Oh, okay, you can really bear it. Who are you looking for? Today, I am the only one in the store, and the other one is our boss. Have you found the wrong place?"

The old Taoist said tremblingly: "I'm me."

At this time, Lu Baishui walked out of the inn. His whole body was wrapped in fur, and his face was exposed, as if he was breathable at the door. The guy quickly turned around and said, "Boss, there is someone looking for someone here."

Lu Baishui glanced at the old Taoist, thought for a while, and waved his hand: "Call him in."

Turning around and going back.

The guy looked at the old man and said, "Hey... what did you say this? Why didn't you say it earlier when you find our boss... Master Dao asked, please, please, please."

The old Taoist nodded to the clerk. He looked down at his Taoist robe, then adjusted his beard and walked into the door.

Only three oil lamps were lit in the inn, which was very dim. The old painter entered the door and was about to find a way when he heard another sound from the stairs to the east: "Go to Room 1, Tianzi, the third floor."

He calmed down and followed the sound upstairs. He went to the third floor, narrowed his eyes and searched for a while, and found Room 1, Tianzi at the end of the corridor.

Standing in front of the door, hesitated for a moment, he reached out to knock on the door. But the door opened by itself, and a heater came to his face in the room.

So I saw clearly what the room looked like.

There was no fire candle, but it was very bright, as if there was a warm yellow light in the afternoon.

A black-haired Taoist priest in his forties or fifties also wore a Taoist robe and sat at a table. The Taoist priest's Taoist robe was simple and unpretentious, blue and green, but there was not even a trace of wrinkles, as if woven from running water.

When the old painter saw his face, he hurriedly said, "Ah... I went wrong, I went wrong. Forgive me, forgive me."

He said as he wanted to retreat, but saw the man raise his head: "Brother Zhao, that's right. It's me, Liu Gongzan."

The old Taoist was stunned. He stared at him for a while, as if he didn't know what to say. At this moment, someone in the town set off firecrackers. After a series of sounds, he pulled his consciousness back. He blinked: "You...I..."

He walked into the house as he spoke, sleepwalking, and didn't know why he had settled down beside Liu Gongzan. He didn't know what he thought, staring at him for a long time before saying, "You... should be sixty-six this year..."

After saying this, I woke up like a dream and quickly shut up.

When he saw Liu Gongzan in person, he almost told him to forget his current identity.

In the few months since leaving Li Yunxin, Liu Gongzan did something that Li Yunxin could not do. He built his own intelligence network, even though it was very loose to many people and could not be on the table.

He used to be a down-and-out painter who traveled around the world. Although he had no skills, he had a very clever mouth because he was discouraged by the world. He had been to many cities and countries and had met many painters. The profession of painters is relatively special. Those with more advanced skills can own a temple or a Taoist temple. Those with more skill can become guests of honor for the nobles and nobles. If they can reach the highest level that ordinary people can cultivate, they can even go to court to become officials.

Therefore, the painters seem naturally nobler than ordinary people. They can have a little glimpse into the world of Xuanmen practitioners. However, they are rooted in the secular world, which also gives them a certain degree of xenophobia. The old Taoist has been in the world and can be called a vast friendship. Although none of them can be regarded as confidant, their popularity is not bad.

Therefore, in the past few months, I have traveled around the world and found some old friends I made in the past. When I met those who were qualified and had a chat, I had passed on some of the skills of painting. His skills were obtained from Li Yunxin, and it was the long-lost Dharma. As for today, there are only four people who truly know this Dharma. As one of them, he has a cultivation level that can be called ascendant in the world of cultivation. How could anyone not accept it?

It is also because of him that many painters realized that they were just a serious monk who could be on par with Taoist and Sword Sect practitioners more than a thousand years ago. There are not only two Xuanmen sects in the world, but three!

These pearls that have been covered in dust have been suppressed for a thousand years, and have been denounced as side sects and left-wing sects for a thousand years... They have been plotted!

Now that Liu Gongzan called out, he was the down-and-out painters scattered all over the Central and Land. He immediately realized that he had found a backbone and a powerful core.

With both legal orthodoxy and practical benefits, Liu Gongzan became the number one person in the world. However, he never accepted such an identity. He said that the true sect leader of the Painting Tao is now traveling outside the world. When that person returns, it is the day when the Painting Tao revives.

Anything can bring great benefits to people, and when someone starts, many people will actively complete the rest. Without Liu Gongzan's own efforts, the painters have spontaneously formed a loose group and divided the classes. They then devoted everything they did to the former old man, and a channel of information was first established.

Now is not the first time Liu Gongzan uses this channel to conquer the city and terrain is unstoppable, and the contributions of those painters are indispensable.

Now this person is also Liu Gongzan's former acquaintance. Now he is here to deliver information. But when he sees his old acquaintance, he is much younger this year and has such a demeanor, he is astonished as if he is in a dream. He is shocked and lost. He is trying to meet his developed old friend outside the door because he does not want to be looked down upon by others, and only then does he realize that it is a waste of effort.

But Liu Gongzan had seen such situations too much. He smiled and just said, "There is no time to practice. Brother Zhao, what message did you bring to me?"

Painter Zhao quietly pinched his thighs to make him wake up. He began to regret sitting in front of him and sat so close again. I wonder if it was his own illusion, but he felt a little breathless beside Liu Gongzan. He seemed to have some powerful aura on his body. Painter Zhao began to feel that his Taoist robe was not very integrated, with too much white hair, his face was too shriveled, and his appearance was a little funny.

This made his body slowly fade, as if he could shrink so much that he could not see it. He lost his clear speech outside the door and said stutteringly: "Yes, yes, ah, Old Taoist Cui is the one in Quzhou City, ah, you may not remember him. He is now my home, the previous house... Ah, the master of the hall, said that, that..."

Liu Gongzan looked at him tolerantly, without any rush. The current appearance of Painter Zhao reminded him of his former self. Not long ago, he might be the same in front of Brother Xin.

Brother Xin was not in a hurry at that time.

He smiled again, picked up the wine pot on the table, poured a glass of light wine for him, and pushed it in front of him: "Well, I remember. Today is New Year's Eve, Brother Zhao. We two are destined to be together. Come and have a glass of wine and warm up first. Say it slowly."

Painter Zhao carefully picked up the wine glass with both hands and drank it in one sip. He felt a warm feeling rise from his stomach, and his body suddenly became slightly alive. So he spoke more neatly: "Yes, yes... This, Mr. Cui, told me that someone recently said he was looking for you, and that there was a friend of yours... and said that your friend was on the sea."

He told everything he knew in pieces, and during this period he drank three more glasses of light wine. After four glasses of wine, he felt unspeakable comfort in his body. He was a painter, and naturally he had tried to refine energy, but he couldn't get it. But now after drinking Liu Gongzan's wine, he felt a trickle of water wandering through the meridians, as if living water was added to the dry river canal that had been moistening its muscles, bones and muscles.

After finishing his words, he was no longer so nervous and embarrassed, and realized his own changes. He knew that it must be Liu Gongzan in front of him who gave him benefits.

The benefits that ordinary people in the world want are nothing more than money and power. Although both are rare, they are always possible. But how can the benefits he gets now be compared with money and power? That may mean practice and immortality!

Joy and excitement surged in Painter Zhao's heart, saying that he didn't know how to sit or say it. It seemed that a person had obtained a treasure and put it in his arms, eager to take it out and take it out and take it into consideration, but he did not dare to close his eyes in front of Liu Gongzan and meditate and adjust his breathing.

After hearing the news he brought, Liu Gongzan thought for a while and breathed a sigh of relief. Then he saw Painter Zhao’s thoughts and smiled faintly: “Okay, Lao Zhao, I’ll let you go this time.”

"What you just drank is golden and jade wine. It can radiate the spirit and strengthen the body, which is of great benefit to your practice. You can go back later, find a clean place to breathe and replenish the energy, and use a few days to melt the medicine, which can ensure that you will not suffer from illness in the second half of your life."

After receiving this affirmative reply, Painter Zhao immediately stood up and opened his mouth and couldn't speak.

Liu Gongzan nodded: "I know what you think. I'm talking nonsense. Go. I met an old friend and told them that I haven't forgotten them yet."

Painter Zhao closed his mouth, reached out to wipe his eyes, lit his head three times, and then hurriedly retreated.

After he walked for a while, Liu Gongzan stood up and slowly walked to the window.

Painter Zhao is not the first to bring such news. In recent days, there have been dozens of such information. He believes that there will be more in the next few days. Everyone described the person who "claimed that Liu Gongzan's friend is on the sea" has different appearances and identities.

This means that someone sends out messages and hopes to contact him in this way. In the vast world, it is difficult for one person to find another. The difficulty lies in meeting, but asking the person to know his intention. If the other party cannot find him, he spreads a wide net. And he also has a net with many sources of information. In this way, when two nets are in one place, a lot of information is summarized, and the person you want to find can always find it. This is a good idea.

The friend on the sea naturally refers to Li Yunxin.

The person who spreads the news... should be from the Wusheng Immortal Sect.

Someone wants to see him in the Wusheng Immortal Sect.

But for what?

After thinking about this for a while, he heard the sound of firecrackers outside the window. Looking down from here, every family in Baishui Town lit the lights, which looked very warm.

What is Xin Ge'er like on Dragon Island and Dragon Island on the sea? What is his current situation?

Liu Gongzan hopes that even if it is just tonight, Li Yunxin will not stay in some humid and cold place, and will not be too worried and anxious.

So he let out a light breath and whispered: "Brother Xin, happy New Year."

Three updates are ten thousand words. I wish you all the best in the New Year.
Chapter completed!