They all walked outside the door of the blacksmith shop, but the sound of blacksmithing still didn't come out as expected. This was unprecedented. For some reason, the uneasy feeling lingered in my heart and I didn't want to go away for a long time.
"Squeak——!"
The door was pushed open, but what was waiting for him this time was not Erya's smiling face, but a face full of fear. He calmed down when he saw it was Lu Ming, and tears couldn't stop flowing out. The ten-year-old boy
The girl had grown a lot taller. He touched her soft black hair and said, "What's wrong? Tell me what's going on. Who bullied you?"
"Dad...Dad, he doesn't stop blacksmithing. He said he would smash the shop, close it, and take me out of here." As Erya said, tears could not help but roll down.
"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid." He held her cold little hand and walked towards Blacksmith Sun, wanting to ask what happened.
"Second Uncle Sun." When he saw him sitting on the stone bench without saying a word, he was shocked. This was him he had never seen before. His face was full of vicissitudes of life and haggard, and he had a look of helplessness in his eyes.
With nostalgia.
"Are you here?" He said lightly, without any further meaning. When he saw the wine jar he was still holding in his hand, he pulled it over and said in a low voice: "Never bring wine again in the future.
"
He poured his head down and poured the wine into his stomach without realizing it. He was not drinking alcohol at all. He was clearly drinking cold water.
"Second Uncle Sun, what happened?" Lu Ming couldn't help but ask after seeing his appearance.
"Don't ask, Erya. Erya and I are leaving here. It's no longer peaceful here." Everyone has secrets, but the little hand that held him tightly was trembling. She must have known something.
He looked at Erya who was not in good spirits and asked: "Tell brother, what exactly happened?"
Erya was about to speak, but was interrupted by Uncle Sun, who shouted: "Erya!"
Tiejiang Sun interrupted his daughter sternly, turned to Lu Ming and said, "Lu Ming, I know you have good intentions, but I don't want to hurt you. Just leave it alone."
Although his tone was very gentle, there was nothing in it that could make people reject him. Lu Ming frowned even more tightly. What on earth was going on? But Sun Tiejiang's intention couldn't be more obvious. He wanted to exclude him.
Outside, he wanted to go back to the old bartender and ask if he could help.
After he comforted Erya, who was still worried, he immediately rushed to the tavern, but there was a different scene, and he found that the old bartender was also packing his things.
"Old uncle."
"Lu Ming, what do you want from me?" It is impossible for the old wine man to say that he has not changed at all in the past three years. His gray hair on the temples has become a bit more gray, which makes Lu Ming feel slightly distressed and laments the changes in current events.
Lu Ming should be practicing at this time, and he has never disturbed Lu Ming, so Lu Ming may have something important to do when he comes here at this time.
"Are there foreigners coming to Qingyun Street?" Lu Ming vaguely guessed that Second Uncle Sun and the others' desire to leave is most likely related to these monks. They wore Taoist uniforms and even had the logo of the sect. Although they had never seen them before, or they were little
It's a small sect. But judging from Erya's few words and what he saw with his own eyes, it should be true.
"Yes, have you seen it? Qingyun Street is going to be noisy again. Don't worry about practicing tomorrow, just walk around and you will know." The old wine man's eyes shot out a light that was not dazzling.
, there are monks coming to Qingyun Street. Although there are not many people, he is sure that more monks will arrive in a few days. This is originally a good thing for their businessmen, but those people often...
He waved his hand and left without giving you a penny at all.
"Then Second Uncle Sun said he wanted to move away. I wonder if he said why." Lu Ming asked.
"That's what you want to ask... Him, he wanted to leave a long time ago. If he didn't have a daughter to take care of, he would have gone somewhere long ago. He is also a weirdo. When he came here more than ten years ago,
I accidentally heard him say that if Qingyun Street is not peaceful, he will leave."
Mortals just want to find a place where they can live in peace and stay away from the flames of war, but it is always so difficult...
In a world where the strong are respected, no matter where you escape, there is always the possibility of being affected. Only by standing at the top can you not be controlled by the world. To practice Taoism is to go against heaven. If you want to go against heaven
And how can a mind that has not experienced more hardship and toughness than ordinary people stand on the path of heaven?
Thinking of this, Lu Ming smiled casually and saw the old uncle's sadness about the upcoming departure of his old friend, and said: "Old uncle, don't worry too much, I have everything under control."
I have everything...
Saying this makes me feel heartbroken, so what if I am alive? My parents blew themselves up in front of me? Wasn’t the entire Lu family destroyed because of me? In the final analysis, it was still because my cultivation was not enough!
Lu Ming got up early the next day, and as he expected, more monks continued to pour into the town.
This is a place for mortals to rest and recuperate. After seeing so many monks in Taoist uniforms, they all closed their doors, but those who opened the shop were welcoming people to and from them. They forced a smile, but their hearts were bleeding. They didn't make much money.
If you waste money like this, you will give up your capital, but if those people want you, you won't dare not sell it.
Restaurants, teahouses, pubs, and various shops cannot do business if they are not open. They know very well that if they do not do business, they will have no food for the day. They must face the difficulties despite the pressure. Of course, there are many situations like this.
The businessmen who made a big fortune and those small businesses gradually closed down because they couldn't afford it.
Lu Ming inquired and heard that it was said that there were a large number of spiritual beasts in Qilin Valley. The news came from a man named Wu Yuanzong. The disciples came back to report the news after encountering them during the trial. All the disciples died from it.
The disciple who came back to report the news also died from his injuries.
"Xiaohu, have you sensed any spiritual beasts nearby?" After Lu Ming found out the reason, he asked Xiaohu calmly. It stands to reason that spiritual beasts would resonate with each other, but why had Xiaohu never mentioned it before?
"No, I'm sure that there is no spiritual beast like me around here." Xiaohu said with certainty. Xiaohu should not be wrong. It seems that this matter is not as simple as it seems on the surface.
I've been wandering around the streets these past few days, and I really haven't practiced well. Taking advantage of the fact that the sun is shining brightly today, autumn is gradually fading away, but winter is coming soon, and the changes in the four seasons are so obvious to people.
Lu Ming felt sad again.
Lu Ming still came to the place of cultivation. This time he stayed for fifteen days, sitting there motionless. Just when he was practicing, an inexplicable thought suddenly came to him. The cultivator had a good feeling.
, Could it be that something happened?
Feeling uneasy, he shot a few hares and hurried back to the tavern. On the way home, his uneasiness became more and more intense, as if something was about to be lost, and a bitter liquid overflowed from his throat for no apparent reason.
…
"Old man! Make five pots of wine for me!" Several monks came to the hotel. One of them, a monk with scars on his face, walked in carelessly from the door. Behind him were four disciples, all of whom looked like disciples.
His face was full of arrogance. He looked around and saw that there was no one else in the tavern. He casually kicked off the unsightly stool at his feet and found a seat with the best view.
When the old bartender saw what they were doing, he didn't say anything, but his eyes flashed with distress. These beasts! These are tables and chairs that have been there for hundreds of years, and they are going to ruin them! But these people are monks.
, it’s not something mortals like them can do anything about, I just ask them to finish drinking and leave quickly.
Seeing that there was no more wine at hand, the old bartender wandered to the backyard to get it. No one came out after seeing the scarred man for a long time. After waiting for a long time, he became anxious. These are impatient people, and they don't care about it.
People who take human life seriously.
Seeing that the old man hadn't come out yet, he was about to go inside, but as soon as the old bartender opened the door curtain, the scarred face was bumped into him without seeing his face clearly, but not a drop of the wine in the old bartender's hand fell to the ground.
In his hand, the water was not particularly hot, but it was somewhat warm.
The strong man didn't even say a word and just punched the old man.
"Kacha kacha—!"
The sound of breaking porcelain was loud and clear, showing how frightening the violent punch just now was.
It was as if his stomach had been turned inside out, and the burning was even worse than when the wine was in his stomach. The pain caused the old wine man to fall to the ground, and he was stunned for several breaths without moving. Blood oozed from the corners of his mouth, and he was full of pain.
The wrinkles on his face make it difficult to see his expression clearly. If you look carefully, even a fool can see that it is full of hatred!
"Damn old man! How dare you soil my Taoist robe! This is something belonging to the Immortal Family, and no vulgar mortal like you can touch it! If I hit you, I will gain some virtue for you!"
"Don't pretend to be dead! Hurry up and call us again!"
Seeing that he was still motionless, a sharp voice came from behind him: "Boss, isn't this old man dead?"
"Hmph! If you kick him a few times, you won't know whether he's dead or not?"
Another monk in yellow clothes spoke arrogantly, as if he was talking about what the weather was like today, without regard for human life at all.
“Bang bang bang—!”
The leader, Scarface, kicked him a few more times. The old man curled up into a ball and spat out a mouthful of blood. His shriveled body was already in bad shape. After these few kicks, several bones were cracked, and the sound
It hung in mid-air for a long time, but those who came were unaware of it.
He just laughed and said, "It turns out that this old man is not dead yet. He is better at pretending to be dead than anyone else!"
"Yes, yes, not only is it slow, but it is also so slow that it vomits blood so quickly!"
"Tsk, tsk, tsk! Let me see, this old man is clumsy and has soiled your monk's robe. You might as well throw it on the street and show it to these mortals. This is what you will get if you neglect a monk! This will give the people of Qingyun Street a warning, right?
"
Hearing the painful screams of the old wine man here, the neighbors were about to come over to help, but when they saw it was five monks wearing monk robes, seeing how domineering they were, beating the old wine man like this, although they were angry, they were all frightened again.