Xie Minghuan's posture was very low, and he didn't have any elegant temperament at all. Instead, he was full of a gentle and smooth feeling, just like a sophisticated businessman.
If a real person Ning Yuan deliberately pretends to be an ordinary person, ordinary mortals will never be able to tell the difference. The young man is not a genius with lightning eyes, and he was a little distracted at the moment, and did not notice his situation at all.
As if he were an ordinary innkeeper, he came over and asked in a low voice: "Boss Xie, have you been opening a shop here for many years?"
"Yes, this is an inn that has been opened by our ancestors and has been passed down from generation to generation - the little old man grew up here and inherited this inn from his father when he was twenty-six years old.
In the blink of an eye, it has been almost twenty years."
The young man suddenly showed a look of expectation, and his voice was a little lower: "So Boss Xie, have you heard of any strange things happening here?"
"...Well...if we talk about strange things, we do have some happening in Qingniu Town from time to time."
"Then have you ever heard of an old swordsman with a divine sword?" The young man suddenly became excited and couldn't help but raise his voice a little louder. However, he immediately realized that something was wrong with him and hurriedly lowered his voice again.
"The old swordsman is probably about a hundred years old, and he carries a very, very bright sword with him, as if it can shine!"
Xie Minghuan was already sure that the other party was looking for him, but he really didn't understand how the Nine Swords Sect, which had already severed all ties with him, suddenly thought of looking for him sixty years later.
He was wondering in his heart, but his face didn't show it at all. Instead, he showed a look of contemplation, like a middle-aged man trying to remember.
"I have a little impression of the old swordsman the guest mentioned." After a while, he "remembered a little bit" and said with squinted eyes, "Probably... when I was a kid, there was indeed a down-and-out man in this area.
Swordsman. It is said that he is not very old, but he looks very old. He has been looking for opportunities in the wilderness. When he is tired, he comes to the inn to stay for a few days. At that time, he often sits in that corner and drinks..."
As he spoke, he pointed to a dark corner of the lobby on the ground floor of the inn. The young man immediately turned his head and looked there - of course, there was nothing there except empty tables and stools.
"He looked very lonely, and his food and drink were very simple. I remember that he had almost no luggage, only a sword that never left his side."
The young man's eyes were a little sad: "Is he very depressed?"
"Probably... Later he got older and older, but he was still looking for opportunities." Xie Minghuan made up tragic stories for himself without any pressure, "Later he got sick and lived here.
He was so sick that he was about to die. We all thought he would die in the inn. At that time, Dr. Wu, the grandfather of Dr. Wu from Huimin Hall, said that he would probably not survive more than half a month."
"What happened next? Did he die?"
"What happened later was a bit magical..." Xie Minghuan sighed, "At that time, there was a young man here with unclean hands and feet who always liked to sneak around. He saw that this down-and-out swordsman was about to die, so he wanted to steal his sword.
, we didn’t have anyone to take care of him at that time - he had no money, and he was lying on the bed without eating or drinking. If we didn’t throw him out, we would be doing our best, right?”
The young man nodded repeatedly and asked, "Did that person steal his sword?"
"It wouldn't be amazing if this were the case! The young man - actually older than me - sneaked into his room and stole his sword. We don't know the specific situation. We only heard a sound from inside the house.
The roar was like thunder!"
Xie Minghuan raised his voice and roared in his true voice: "As long as I am still breathing, no one can take away my sword!"
Under the nervous and expectant eyes of the young man, he casually took the teapot and took a sip, and said slowly: "I saw the young man was thrown out like a cloth bag. He was still in the air, and his body was divided into several pieces!
My dead father saw it with his own eyes at that time, and he told me that the old swordsman was standing tremblingly at the window, holding a sword that seemed to glow!"
"It is indeed him!" the young man shouted, "Then what happened to him?"
"have no idea."
"What?! You don't know?!" The young man's eyes widened and he looked at Xie Minghuan in disbelief, "How could you not know!"
"Sir, he killed someone!" Xie Minghuan said with a grimace, "How dare we let him live any longer! Of course we immediately persuaded him to run away! My father even gave him a sum of money!"
The young man was stunned. After a while, he asked in a low voice: "He just left like that? Didn't he leave any clues?"
"No, he used a big branch as a crutch and limped out toward the mountains while coughing."
"He went to the mountains?" The young man was stunned for a moment and asked hurriedly, "He is almost dying of illness, and he still goes to the mountains?"
"He had just killed someone. Who dared to ask him where he was going!" Xie Minghuan smacked his lips. "Later, when my father told me about it, he once guessed that maybe he planned to pursue the so-called opportunity until his death..."
The young man was silent. He looked at the stone road leading to the mountain from Qingniu Town, his eyes were gloomy and he didn't say a word.
After a long time, he took out a large silver ingot and placed it on the counter: "Thank you for your message. This is your reward."
"It's just a few words, how can it be worth getting so much!" Xie Minghuan appropriately showed the expression of surprise and uneasiness, vividly portraying a middle-aged man who although he is not young, still retains a simple heart.
"Money is just an external thing." The young man showed a bitter smile, "I came here because it is said that an ancestor who has broken through the realm of innateness lives here in seclusion. But now the news has been confirmed. It turns out that it was just a rumor, and he has no trace at all.
He was able to break through the innate realm and died in the mountains..."
"Oh, the guest officer turns out to be the junior of that old swordsman."
"...Actually, he has cut off contact with us a long time ago. I just shamelessly called him Grandmaster." The young man looked listless, as if all his strength was gone. "We are in big trouble now. Originally,
I came here to ask for help from him. I originally thought that I would ask him to take action no matter what, and beg him to save us. Maybe because of his past kindness, he will help us..."
He let out a long sigh, obviously not wanting to talk more: "Boss, just accept the money. I'm going to die anyway. Why does a dead person need so much money? Take it to the coffin?"
He laughed twice more, and his laughter was sad and self-deprecating: "A coffin... I'm afraid I won't even have a coffin, so I'll die on the roadside and feed wild dogs..."
With that said, he was about to leave the inn.
"Sir, wait a moment!" Xie Minghuan called out hurriedly, "It's getting late. No matter what you want to do, sir, at least stay in a small hotel for one night. It won't be too late to leave tomorrow!"
"I can't find my ancestor, why am I still lingering here?"
"That's not necessarily the case!" Xie Minghuan looked around and saw that no one was there. He lowered his voice very low and said mysteriously in a voice that only the young man and himself could hear, "The old swordsman entered the mountain.
It is said that he will die in the mountains within a few days. But no one, no matter hunters or medicine farmers, has seen his remains or relics in the mountains!"
The young man's body shook violently, and his originally deathly gray face regained the brilliance of life, and his eyes lit up in an instant.
He rushed over quickly, grabbed Xie Mingyuan's arm tightly, and asked loudly: "Are you telling the truth?"
"Can you still lie about this kind of thing?" Xie Minghuan hurriedly put his finger to his mouth and made a "Shh, don't make a sound" gesture, "Even if he is eaten by a wild beast in the mountains, he can't even eat his clothes.
Right? And even if his clothes are rotten, his sword shouldn’t be rotten either!"
"The boss Orion Yan in our village had been searching in the mountains for a while, trying to find the luminous sword. But until he became Lao Yan and died, he could not find the sword.
Jian. His son Xiaoyan also looked for it, but couldn't find it either. The father and son searched almost all the nearby mountains and valleys for hundreds of miles, but couldn't find any clues."
"My lord, think about it, an old man who is almost dying of illness and relies on crutches to even walk, how could he go hundreds of miles in the mountains where there is no decent road?"
The young man nodded repeatedly, nodding his head like a chicken pecking rice: "You are right! Grandmaster, he must not be dead! He must have finally understood the innate martial arts on the edge of life and death, and has since entered the innate realm!"
"I heard that the innate warriors are immortal and can cure any disease or injury by their own strength. Since the ancestor has entered the innate realm, of course he can't be troubled by just a minor illness...
He has never appeared again, probably still living in seclusion in the mountains, hoping to break through to a higher realm!"
The more the young man talked, the more excited he became, and he was about to run into the mountains in a hurry. Xie Minghuan hurriedly stopped him again and advised: "It's getting dark now. Are you planning to search around the mountains in the dark? Listen to me, little one.
I would like to advise you to have a good rest today, and it will not be too late to go into the mountains tomorrow if you are full of energy!"
The young man suddenly understood and hurriedly thanked him. Then, under Xie Minghuan's arrangement, he followed a waiter who was transformed by the power of Qingniu Tu up the stairs and took a break.
When he walked away, a light flashed in front of the counter, and An Ziqing walked out. He frowned and looked at Xie Minghuan, and advised somewhat unhappily: "Junior brother Xie, your relationship with the Nine Swords Sect has been completely over for a long time.
You don’t owe them anything. Besides, the most important thing in front of you is to concentrate on cultivation to stabilize your realm, so why bother getting involved in the worldly affairs of the world!"
Xie Minghuan bowed slightly to express his gratitude to his senior brother for his concern, but the smile on his face was firm.
"I thought I had let it go, but now I realize that I haven't let it go yet. Since I can't let it go, I will inevitably take action again."
An Ziqing was silent for a moment and sighed: "I'll go for you. With your current situation, it's not appropriate to leave the teacher too far."
Xie Minghuan also knew that his senior brother was right, so he smiled wryly and saluted: "In this case, I will trouble my senior brother!"
"This little thing is nothing to worry about!" An Ziqing smiled and waved his hand, "Then I will prepare now and let this kid open his eyes tomorrow and see what a true senior master is!"
"You don't need to go." Wu Jie's voice suddenly came. Although his people were not here, his voice sounded as if he was beside the two of them. "It's not appropriate for you to leave. I will let my two apprentices go tomorrow.
With the abilities of the two of them, mundane affairs in this world should be of no concern. You should just concentrate on things here."
The two of them were stunned, bowed at the same time, and agreed in unison.
