Xiao Chen's eyes froze, wasn't this the old beggar he met in the valley that day? Why did he come to Qingzhou City again? He thought carefully, it was after meeting this old beggar that day, the person from Zangfeng Valley didn't catch up again......

At this moment, he concluded that this old beggar was by no means an ordinary person, but in the middle of these thoughts, the old beggar had been pushed out of the door by two men.

Xiao Chen wanted to get up and chase down, but after thinking about it, he stopped again, and it was abrupt to go on like this, and after a while he went downstairs, bought a pot of wine from the guy, and went outside with the wine gourd.

But after walking several streets, he didn't see the old beggar anymore, Xiao Chen looked around, thinking to himself that it was only a short time, where did the old beggar go?

About the time of burning incense, Xiao Chen came to a lake, the weather was sunny today, and the wind was breezy, but he saw a figure on the bridge, sitting with his back against the stone pier, was it the old beggar?

Xiao Chen walked over slowly, only to see the old beggar squinting his eyes, sitting with his back against the stone pier, basking in the sun comfortably, snoring in his mouth, as if he had fallen asleep.

"Old gentleman?"

Xiao Chen shouted twice, but there was no response, but the snoring became louder and louder, but it didn't look like he was pretending to be asleep.

"Old gentleman?"

shouted twice, but there was still no response, Xiao Chen simply approached a little, and with a "pop", he uncovered the wine gourd and handed it to the old beggar's nose.

Sure enough, the old beggar sniffed it twice, and immediately became energetic, opened his eyes and grabbed it on the wine gourd, Xiao Chen saw him wake up, and said with a smile: "Old man, we met again, do you still remember the juniors?"

The old beggar squinted: "It turned out to be your kid......"

Xiao Chen smiled lightly: "That day in the mountains, the junior accidentally kicked over a pot of wine from Mr., and this pot of wine can be regarded as an apology." ”

"Hehe, you kid is still good. ”

The old beggar drank happily and couldn't help but praise: "After all these years, the wine brewed with the water of the Drunken Immortal Lake is still the most in this mortal dust!"

Xiao Chen was smiling beside him, listening to him say, "In this mortal dust", he thought to himself that he was really a senior of the Xuanmen? But why couldn't he feel the slightest aura of cultivation in him?

There are only two situations, one is that this person really does not have any cultivation, and the other is that this person's cultivation is far above himself and can be retracted and released freely.

After a while, the old beggar drank a gourd of wine, hiccuped, slightly drunk, glanced at Xiao Chen, and said with a smile: "What?

Xiao Chen smiled slightly: "Thanks to the blessing of my predecessors, I was not in danger that day." ”

"Hey, that's good, that's good. ”

The old beggar smiled and pointed to a pavilion in the center of the lake: "Do you see that drunkard pavilion?"

Xiao Chen readily agreed: "It's easy to say." ”

On the second day, he prepared a pot of wine early and went to the drunken man's pavilion in the lake, but saw that the old beggar was already there, but he did not know how long he had been waiting.

"It's too slow, it's too slow, the old man has been waiting here for a long time, and you came slowly...... Did you bring any wine?"

The old beggar shook his hand impatiently, Xiao Chen smiled lightly, carried the wine gourd into the pavilion, and said with a smile: "The old gentleman has been waiting here for a long time, it is rude." ”

"Okay, okay, don't talk about it, you can smell the wine from afar...... Smell it for me...... Well, yes, it's the taste. ”

The old beggar enjoyed the wine brought by Xiao Chen, while Xiao Chen was beside him, quietly waiting for the first story he was going to tell.

"I want to tell you this first story, listen well, a long time ago, there was a woodcutter up the mountain to chop wood, the road met a cave, came closer to see, only to see that there were two old men playing in front of the cave, the woodcutter put down the axe, and looked at it fascinated, and after watching a game, the woodcutter remembered to go home, but when he looked back, he saw that the axe handle had long been rotten......"

The woodcutter was puzzled, so he hurried down the mountain, and when he returned to the village, he found that everyone no longer recognized, and it turned out that a hundred years had passed in the mortal world when he watched chess on the mountain......

The old beggar slowly finished telling the story, and drank the wine in his hand, Xiao Chen listened and smiled lightly: "What the predecessors told is the story of Rotten Ke. ”

He had heard this story before, when he was in Zixiao Peak, but he always wanted to go back to the mortal world to see Wu Niang, Ling Yin said that he had earthly ties in his heart, when would he be willing to meditate and cultivate?

So I told him this story, immortals are finally separated, and the changes in the world are often beyond the power of man.

"Okay, okay, you go, you're too late today, remember to hurry up tomorrow, I'll tell you another story. ”

The old beggar took the bamboo stick in his hand, swayed, and slowly walked outside the drunken man's pavilion as he spoke.

Xiao Chen returned to the inn, on the second day, before dawn, he went to the drunkard pavilion, all the way but saw the stars and the moon gradually sinking, the breeze was slightly blowing, and when he arrived at the drunken pavilion, the sky was just dawning, but the old beggar was already in the pavilion.

"Too slow, too slow, still too slow......"

The old beggar shook his hand, Xiao Chen smiled lightly, and walked in with a wine gourd, and today he finished telling a story, this story is also just a folk tale, and it has nothing to do with the Xuanmen Righteous Path and the Demon Sect.

Before leaving, the old beggar asked him to hurry up early tomorrow, and on the third day, Xiao Chen was even earlier, and when he arrived at the Drunken Weng Pavilion, it was not yet dawn, but the old beggar was already sitting inside.

Xiao Chen couldn't help but smile bitterly, just like that until the seventh day, the moon was sparse and starry this night, and it was still a little cold outside, just after the child, he took the wine gourd out of the inn, and waited for the drunkard pavilion after a while, but the old beggar was still one step ahead of him and waited here.

"Old gentleman...... Aren't you cold?"

Xiao Chen smiled bitterly and was speechless, only to see that the old beggar seemed to be just a mortal, trembling, rubbing his hands, sneezing, and said, "The old man came one step ahead of you every day, but he took great pains......

Xiao Chen shook his head and smiled bitterly, walked over and opened the wine gourd, handed it to him, and said, "Old gentleman, take a sip of wine, warm up your body first." ”

The old beggar took the wine he handed over, drank two sips, Xiao Chen sat next to him, waiting for him to tell the seventh story, but this time, the old beggar didn't tell the story anymore, got up and said: "This wine, I'm tired of drinking, my mouth is a little greedy, and I suddenly want to eat fish......"

"Fish?"

Xiao Chen didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in the old beggar's gourd, so he looked at the lake outside the pavilion, could it be that it was so cold, and he wanted to go down and catch two fish for him?

"Ahem......"

The old beggar coughed twice: "Of course I don't want you to catch fish, you listen well, the old man and I are greedy and want to eat four kinds of fish, namely steamed sea bass, braised carp, Linyuan envy fish, and the water is clear and no fish." ”

Xiao Chen frowned slightly after hearing this, the first two things are reasonable, but the back of this Linyuan envy fish, the water is clear and there are no fish, what kind of name is it?