Chapter 844 The rubbing is completed, exhale and become a soldier!
After twenty years of cultivation, all businesses on the Northwest Road are prosperous. Even though the prohibition on alcohol has not been relaxed at all, there are not a lot of restaurants in Zhucheng District, but more.
Juyuan Pavilion is a new restaurant that opened in recent years. It is located in a corner of the east city, far away from the eight major streets in the city. Although it occupies a large area, the location is really not good.
But its business is really good. It's not yet noon, but the seats are already full. Not only the upstairs seats, but also the hall is overcrowded.
At this moment, hundreds of drinkers were seated, but there was no noise in the restaurant. Everyone was looking at the high platform in the hall.
"But he said that the Longyuan Guards and a group of Jianghu masters rushed into the underground palace to eliminate the evil spirits!"
"Who are the people in the Longyuan Guards? They are the twenty-seven mansions of the Three Paths of Longyuan, the elites of millions of troops, and they are all ferocious gods killed in the mountains of corpses and seas of blood!
I saw them arrayed against each other, the swords were like a forest, the swords were like the sea, and they were killing each other in a blinding light!"
…
On the high platform, a storyteller stood holding a folding fan. He had gray hair and a pale face, but his voice was loud and cadenced. In conjunction with the ventriloquist behind the screen, the expressions of the drinkers changed, sometimes worried, sometimes relieved.
"...Suddenly, from deep in the underground palace, loud shouts were heard, like ghosts crying and howling, which shocked all the heroes to the point of trembling and losing their footing!
The commander of the Long Yuan Guards took a quick look, and his heart was agitated. The Han Demon Girl is over three feet tall, with a waist of eight feet in circumference and eight arms and three heads. She is simply extremely ferocious and ferocious!"
Snapped!
The wake-up wood struck at the right time, and the storyteller smiled slightly and bowed with a folding fan:
"The sun is in the sky and noon is here. I will not disturb the guests while they are dining. If you want to hear about the funeral, please come early tomorrow morning!"
While he was talking, the storyteller had already stepped down from the high platform.
The drinkers either shouted, applauded, or praised repeatedly. Some people got excited and wanted to get up, but were stopped by their companions.
"Don't want to live anymore? This man was a good friend of the prince when we were young, so I hated him..."
The companion scolded him in a low voice. When he saw the gentleman's gaze, he immediately stood up, offered some broken silver coins, nodded and bowed and retreated.
"Walk slowly."
Weighing the pieces of silver, Li Eryi smiled broadly. He had been a storyteller for most of his life, so how could he care about such an offense?
They hugged each other and said goodbye, and went up to the sixth floor with a smile. He ended his storytelling early today, not because he had already enjoyed himself, but because Yang Yu was here.
In the elegant room on the sixth floor, Yang Yu sat by the window, overlooking the splendor of the city, and felt peaceful in his heart.
In his two lifetimes, the prosperity he has seen is far from what the northwest city is now, but this is where he has worked hard for twenty years.
It is also the trace he left in this world.
Huhu~
There seemed to be a breeze coming in from the window, blowing the heartstrings. Yang Yu's eyes opened and closed, and he faintly noticed the fluctuations originating from the depths of his soul.
The Martial Saint preceded the Ten Capitals, and his oppression of Daoguo was comprehensive. It was not just about the stagnation of magical powers.
There is also the inconvenience of the Sea of Laws.
Over the years, he has entered the Sea of Laws many times, but if the old man hadn't had an accompanying boat, the time he could have stayed there would have been less than eleven times longer.
This is not because the sea of laws is repelling him, nor is it that his law of observing the precepts is wavering, but that his weight has become heavier...
Based on the vague conclusion he has drawn from his personal experience over the years, that is, the Ten Capitals are pure and the Martial Saint is turbid...
"When did you come back?"
Li Eryi poked his head out from the door and saw that Yang Yu was the only one. He immediately relaxed a lot, sat down without any formality, and started eating and drinking.
"I just came back and haven't returned home yet."
Yang Yu replied, picked up the bowl and chopsticks, and ate with him.
Every time he went out for a trip, the first thing he did after coming back was to find a restaurant to eat, and most of the time, it was with Li Eryi.
He has very few friends, and he can still talk to them now, but the only one left is this little old man.
"Take it easy."
Li Eryi poured him a cup of tea.
"Tired……"
The bitterness of the tea leaves bloomed on the tip of his tongue, and Yang Yu took a breath:
"If you don't worry about the future, you will have immediate worries. If I don't do some things as soon as possible, it will be more troublesome in the future..."
"It's not fun to be in a high position and have a high position."
Li Eryi sighed slightly.
Perhaps he was frightened by his experiences in the past few years. He has almost never left the city in these years, and even lived in the palace.
However, he did not seek an official position. He still rushed to and from various restaurants every day, telling stories, listening to books, or drinking tea.
"you're old."
Yang Yu suddenly spoke.
"You and I have known each other for forty years, how can we not grow old?"
After stroking his gray beard and looking at Yang Yu who looked as usual, the little old man was quite envious and sighed:
"You still look like this..."
"It's been forty years?"
Yang Prison was a little silent.
The years slipped away inadvertently. He had been traveling back and forth these years and rarely had any free time. He was indeed very insensitive to the years.
When I saw Li Eryi's gray hair today, I was shocked to realize that forty years have passed...
【Shouyuan:89/112】
Regardless of whether it is a martial saint or a tenth city master, his lifespan will not be longer than that of ordinary people. However, he will not die of illness, and most of them will live to the end of his life.
Only by living to the end of the Nine Glory can we take our lives from heaven...
"It's a pity that my talent is too poor, I can't practice martial arts, and my path to immortality is not smooth. Maybe one day, I will die of old age..."
After eating and drinking enough, Li Eryi picked his teeth and sighed.
"That day was still early."
Yang Yu also put down his bowls and chopsticks, but an inexplicable urgency arose in his heart.
Li Eryi is already ninety, but the old man and the mother-in-law are both going to break 100 this year...
"Early or later."
Li Eryi didn't seem to care much. He patted his butt, said goodbye and left. Since Yang Yu left Heishan City and had dinner with him, he hasn't paid the bill.
"The bright moon has gone nowhere..."
After sensing the five-organ concept recipe in his mind, Yang Yu gathered his thoughts and said calmly: "Come in."
"Brother Yang's release from seclusion this time is a shocking event. If the news spreads, maybe those who rebel against the king will flee without a fight!"
The folding fan covers his face, he is dressed as a man, his hair is slightly white, and the person who comes is none other than Feng Wushuang, the current leader of the Liansheng Cult.
"well!"
Yang Prison sighed.
"Brother Yang, why are you sighing?"
Feng Wushuang asked curiously.
"Master Feng has always come to the door for any reason. If he visits, nothing good will happen..."
Yang Yu shook his head slightly.
“That’s not necessarily the case.”…
Feng Wushuang put away the folding fan and said with a smile:
"Brother Yang's Supervision Department is as elegant as the Jin Yiwei back in the day. Do you know the news about Fangcun Mountain?"
"Know a thing or two."
Yang Yu frowned slightly.
In the first year after Fangcun Fairy Mountain came out, the big boss, Xie Qi, and Lin Daoren had already rushed there, and in the meantime they also intermittently passed back some important information through the Xuanguang Mirror.
But in the past year, there has been no news from these people.
"It is said that there are many rare treasures, Taoist fruits, and even magic weapons and magic weapons in that square inch of fairy mountain. Is it possible that Brother Yang is not interested?"
Feng Wushuang asked.
"Of course I'm interested, but Yang is busy with many things and won't be able to go in a short time."
Yang Yu replied.
The temptation of Fangcun Fairy Mountain to him is far greater than that of others. It is not because of the Dao Fruit treasures in it. The word "Fangcun" alone has made him think about going there several times. 2
only……
"What a pity... To be honest, my little sister is passing through the northwest this time and wants to invite Brother Yang to go with her.
If you don’t go, then my little sister will have no choice but to say goodbye.”
Yang Yu originally thought that Feng Wushuang would reveal some secret to seduce him, but he didn't expect that she would just shake her head with regret and reveal her purpose:
"Returning to the wind and returning to the fire is difficult. My little sister's lifespan is less than forty years. If I can't find the medicine to complete the foundation, the longevity, the martial arts saint, I'm afraid there will be no hope..."
Shouyuan...
Looking at Feng Wushuang's white hair on the temples, Yang Yu was slightly silent, but he still shook his head and refused:
"It's not that Yang is heartless, it's actually that there is a reason why he can't go..."
"Then, little sister, I'm leaving."
Feng Wushuang was a little disappointed, but she didn't force it. She handed over her hand and disappeared into the restaurant.
"Real person."
After she left, Yang Yu sighed slightly and took out the locust tree. Master Zhenyan knew what he was thinking:
"The old Taoist is somewhat interested in the legendary fairy mountain, but with his current state, he may not be able to help..."
There has been no news from Lin Daoren for more than a year. He is more nervous than Yang Yu. If he was not really powerless, he might have left long ago.
"Seven kills."
Yang Yu suddenly spoke, and the next moment, a figure appeared in the room like a ghost,
Wearing a cloak and having a cold breath, he is the living dead refined from the old demon of Black Mountain.
"Let it accompany you. If you think about it, it won't be a big problem..."
"Manipulate the soul and manipulate the corpse..."
Even though it was not the first time he saw this corpse, Master Zhenyan still felt a chill in his heart and couldn't help but sigh slightly:
"Capture their souls and refine their corpses. If you don't master this magical power, I'm afraid there will be another demon in the world!"
Yang Yu naturally understood his tactful persuasion:
"Don't worry, real person. Yang will not use his magical power rashly. This magical power cannot condense the divine seed and will not be spread to outsiders."
"In this way, the old man can rest assured."
Zhenyan Taoist's mind relaxed, and he immediately drifted into the locust tree spiritual throne, allowing the living dead to kill him seven times and put them into his sleeve robe.
"Ghost baby!"
As the living dead broke through the window and left, the silhouette of the ghost baby floated out from Yang Yu's shadow and hurriedly chased after him.
"Fangcun Mountain..."
Standing in front of the window, looking at the retreating figure of the living dead, Yang Yu's eyes looked cold.
In addition to conquering the two countries and eliminating the border war, he also wanted to go to Fangcun Mountain to meet the big boss, Daoren Lin.
But Lu Chen's sudden appearance broke his plan.
With his current practice, if the heavenly change had not come, he asked himself that even Lu Chen would not be able to do anything to him.
But Lu Chen obviously would not confront him head-on.
And beware of the secret prying eyes of an extremely skilled master who is not inferior to yourself, and who possesses the ability to gather, disperse, and form the invisible, invisible eyes, and even the Netherworld...
"Great magical power..."
Yang Yu stayed for a long time without returning to the palace, and until the sun set and the moon rose, a soft cry sounded in his heart.
That voice came from the Cauldron of Gluttony...
[Di Kuixing... rubbing failed...]
[Exhale and become a soldier...the rubbing is completed!]