In order to save the world of cultivating immortals, I also worked very hard

Lao Tan's silence lasted for a while, and finally he took out a cigarette rod from his arms, squeezed the tobacco on it, lit it, took a deep breath, and sighed: "No one wants to recall that scene, including me who didn't The person who went into the water. That day the sky seemed to be drawn out, the dark clouds were so low that they almost touched the roof, and it was thick and black as if it could ooze ink at any time, especially in the middle reaches of the Jia River. But even so, the Dragon City was still It was as hot as being roasted on the fire.

When that accident, or disaster came, the bottom of the river suddenly shook, and then a vortex appeared in the middle of the river, sucking all the people nearby.Some people tried to save them, but all were sucked into the water.This situation lasted for less than a dozen breaths, and after the river calmed down, the government organized people to go down to salvage the corpses, but none were found..."

"How many people escaped at that time?" Gu Qingxing asked.

"It's been too long...about a dozen people." After thinking about it, Old Tan only gave a rough idea.

"What about the people who went down to the river to escape the summer heat?"

"That's too much. The whole river is like cooking dumplings. You can see people everywhere."

In this way, only a very small number of people escaped in the accident more than 30 years ago, and one of them was Lao Tan, whose fate was really hard.

Gu Qingxing asked again if more than 30 years ago was more than [-] years ago, but Lao Tan couldn't answer.

The young man frowned indistinctly, and said in a deep voice, "How can you not remember the year for such an important event?"

"I also find it strange what you said, but I really can't remember which year it happened." Lao Tan frowned bitterly and pondered for a long time. He knocked the cigarette rod on the table, and said in a very helpless tone, " Maybe you have been suffering from severe headaches in recent years, why don't you go and ask others?"

Gu Qingxing's eyes were cold, and the action of putting his hand on the scabbard made Old Tan tremble in fright. He thought that his answer had angered the young man, so he immediately threw the cigarette stick, stepped back on his knees, bowed his head, and said in a trembling voice: " Young man, please don't... I really can't remember, people who have been on the ship all year round are very prone to headaches, and if they take too much medicine, they tend to forget things..."

The young man didn't pay attention to Lao Tan, grabbed the sword with his fingers, got up and got off the boat.

**

The second time Shen Huaichu was woken up was a knock on the door.He crawled out of the quilt impatiently, and walked to the door with his short legs.

Gu Qingxing didn't know how to knock on the door when he came back, so the person who disturbed his dream should be a stranger. "Who is it?" Shen Huaichu asked angrily with eyes wide open.

"Hello, guest officer, I'm from Fatty Chen's breakfast shop in front. Someone ordered some food half an hour ago and asked me to deliver it to the Xuanzi shop of Honghu Inn." The outsider replied.

Shen Huaichu's eyes widened slightly, he opened the door, looked up, and as expected, he saw a fat man standing outside the door with a tray.

"What does the person who asked you to deliver breakfast look like?" Shen Huaichu did not lose his vigilance.

Fatty Chen said with a smile: "It's a young man in white, with a sword on his waist. He looks very handsome."

This description should be Gu Qingxing's right, while laughing at the boy's duplicity in his heart, Shen Huaichu took the tray, "After eating, I will send you the plate and bowl back."

"Okay, my shop is at the front street." Fatty Chen nodded, "Please use it slowly."

Shen Huaichu, who was carrying the tray, had no spare hand to close the door, this fat man really knew how to do business, he smiled and helped him close the door before leaving.

Shen Huaichu put the buns with soy milk and fried dough sticks on the table one by one.

Use chopsticks to cut the fritters into small pieces, roll them in the soy milk before eating them, dip the steamed buns in the seasoning, bite half a bite, and stuff the stuffing with chili sauce. After finishing the three items, Shen Huaichu leaned back Satisfied with the last book, he began to think about how to repay Gu Qingxing.

He doesn't know how to divination, good fortune and location, but he can ask a swordsmith where he is skilled and give the young man a high-quality sword.

A sword in the mundane world is not good enough for a cultivator, so what you are looking for is a sword in the world of cultivating immortals. There is a detailed record in "Nine Nine 81", there is a sect called Qixia Pavilion on Yueze Island in the eastern part of the Liuhuang Continent, this sect is good at refining weapons, half of the world's weapons and magic weapons are refined by them.The current head of Qixia Pavilion has a direct disciple who is a good swordsmith, and now the sword used by the head of Beilin Sword Sect is made by him.

To invite such a person to forge a sword for Gu Qingxing, the difficulty is comparable to the sky.Moreover, in the plot of the original book, Gu Qingxing once went to Qixia Mountain to ask for a sword, but was rejected.The reason is that the childhood sweetheart who had been making swords for many years fell in love with Gu Qingxing the first time he saw him...

Beauty hurts people, beauty hurts people, Shen Huaichu frowned and shook his head.

Hey, no matter how difficult it is, he has to go there, but before that, he needs to get some high-quality magic weapons as a reward for hiring people to make swords.

Tsk, where can I get it?Is it possible to go back to Beilin Jianzong to steal?

A new problem has arisen.

With no sense of happiness after the meal, Shen Huaichu sat up straight sadly, put the plates and bowls on the tray, and went to the street to find Fatty Chen.

The busiest time of the morning market passed, and the sun became hot. The hawkers hid in the shade of the trees in twos and threes, and only went to yell when customers approached.Shen Huaichu walked slowly, looking around, the people here were completely unaware of the imminent disaster, they were talking and laughing while waving cattail fans.

The old man drank tea and played chess, and the children rolled and played. Occasionally, someone would rush out of the door and take his ashen son back.

Live in peace and joy.

Shen Huaichu suddenly felt a sense of emotion, and felt that he had a heavy responsibility on his shoulders.There are very few people in the world who can predict the future, and such people are fortunate and unfortunate. If they calculate that something bad has happened but are unable to save it, I don’t know how guilty and sad they will feel.

He had never hoped that Gu Qingxing could get rid of the person who would cause disaster as soon as he was now, and he did not dare to imagine the expression of the young man when he was helpless.

Fatty Chen's breakfast shop was right in front of him, Shen Huaichu tightened his grip on the tray in his hand, and quickened his steps.

At this moment, a carriage drove up from a distance, the driver drove the horse very fast, Shen Huaichu had no choice but to take a step to the side to make way.The wind was blown by the passing carriage, and Shen Huaichu's robe swept something away, and then there was a soft rattling sound.

Shen Huaichu looked down, and it turned out that he actually walked up to the old man Hua Tang Guan Dao, and the turntable of Tang Guan Dao began to rotate after sweeping the corner of his clothes.

"No one has turned it around for a long time." The old man Tangguandao sighed, and then raised the corner of his mouth to smile at Shen Huaichu.

He finally found out why he felt the old man's smile was weird, because the old man's face was pale and grey, and his flesh was a little stiff when he smiled, which was very similar to the Qiansi he had seen before.

The rotation speed of the pointer slowed down, slowly sliding from the rabbit to the carp, and finally stopped in the middle.

"It's a dragon, good luck." The old man said.

The sugar water has been kept warm with a low fire to ensure that it does not solidify. The old man picked up a spoon and scooped out a spoonful. Shen Huaichu hastily interrupted: "No, no need."

"For many years, no one is willing to talk to me. You are the first one, so I will give you this dragon!" The old man smiled and poured sugar water on the white chopping board, and a dragon was outlined in a short while.The golden dragon is stepping on the auspicious clouds, and it is dazzling in the sun.

After the sugar solidified, the old man cut the dragon off the chopping board with a knife, held the bamboo stick and handed it to Shen Huaichu, "It's done!"

There was a light in the old man's eyes, and his kind smile was irresistible. Shen Huaichu had no choice but to take it with one hand, and thanked the old man, "I, I will go to the front to return the bowl, thank you."

"You're welcome." The old man waved at Shen Huaichu.Shen Huaichu looked at the ground from the corner of his eye, not only the old man who painted Tang Guandao, but even the low table, the basket and the dragon in his hand were all gone.

He walked faster and faster, and he was already sweating profusely when he arrived at Fatty Chen's breakfast shop.

Next door was a cold cake seller, Shen Huaichu hurried over and ordered a bowl.

There weren't many customers at this point, so the cold cake owner brought Shen Huaichu cold cakes and sat down opposite him, chatting with Fatty Chen casually.

Shen Huaichu scooped up a piece of cold cake and put it into his mouth, then pushed the bowl towards the cold cake owner, "Please add more sugar."

The cold cake owner said "OK", picked up Shen Huaichu's bowl and went back to the jar of brown sugar water, "Is one scoop enough?"

"A scoop and a half!"

The brownish-red liquid was poured into the bowl, and the color in the bowl became a bit thicker. The cold cake owner stirred the sugar water evenly and put it back in front of Shen Huaichu.

"Do you know where there is a Tangguan knife nearby?" Shen Huaichu asked softly.

The cold cake boss shook his head at him: "There was one a few years ago, but now it's gone."

Shen Huaichu asked while eating, his words were a little slurred, really like a child of seven or eight years old, "Why is it gone?"

"Because he passed away." Fatty Chen interjected, "Zhao Yousheng has been selling sugar and knives along the street all his life, and he has no children, and no one inherits his craftsmanship, so since he left, the children in the city are hard to eat. It's time to close the knife."

"But it can be seen that Lao Zhao likes children very much. From time to time, he makes stir-fried candies for children who have no money to buy snacks." The cold cake owner said, "After he left, my son was also sad for a long time."

"That's it..." Shen Huaichu blinked slowly, picked up the sugar dragon on the table that no one else could see, turned around, and looked at the place just now.

The old man was still sitting on the low wooden bench, looking at the busy street with a lonely expression.

Shen Huaichu took a deep breath and buried himself in eating the cold cake.

Gu Qingxing didn't tell Shen Huaichu where he was. After eating the cold cake, Shen Huaichu wandered aimlessly in the city. He bought a lot of storybooks and even a lot of snacks. He even carried a jar of green plum wine in his left hand.

He didn't use the Qiankun bag blatantly, so he was heavily burdened and almost couldn't move forward. Finally, he turned into a roast duck shop and ordered half a roast duck. By the way, he asked the clerk to find a piece of cloth to help him wrap all the snacks.

"Why don't your adults come with you? You are so young, how can you carry other things after carrying the wine?" The proprietress of the store also came to help, she folded the cloth bag and tied it in a knot , and helped Shen Huaichu carry it on his back, "Why don't you go, Xiaohu? Help this kid carry the wine back?"

Xiao Hu is that guy, and he is also a warm-hearted guy, so he got up when he heard that.

Shen Huaichu shook his head and refused: "No, no, my bastard brother said he wanted me to gain strength. If I don't carry these back by myself today, he will send me out tomorrow."

The proprietress frowned, "What a bastard, where do you live? I'll ask Xiao Hu to take you to the street corner, and you can go the rest by yourself."

Shen Huaichu continued to make up: "Thank you, but it's really not good. He expected that I might do such a thing, and he stared at me from afar!"

"Okay then." The proprietress lowered her eyes and sighed, "Then be careful yourself, don't fall."

"I will, thank you!" Shen Huaichu tightened his burden belt, nodded to the proprietress, turned and walked out of the roast duck shop.

Shen Huaichu wandered a little far, and when he returned to the inn, the tables in the lobby were already full, and several waiters shuttled between the lobby and the kitchen carrying dishes, so he could only go back to the wing with a bag of food on his back.

He didn't open the window before leaving, so the room was a bit stuffy.After the things were put down, he walked over to prop up the window, and when he turned around, he glanced in the direction of the bed, and unexpectedly saw the pair of red dancing shoes again.

Shen Huaichu, who had already seen a ghost once today, still couldn't calm down, if the wine was still in his hand, he would definitely fall.He opened his mouth and took two steps back, then turned around and ran out of the door, rushed to the platform and grabbed the shopkeeper's arm, "Has anyone been to the Xuanzihao room today?"

The shopkeeper shook his head: "Except for Boss Chen who came to deliver breakfast today, no one has been there."

Shen Huaichu's hand gradually loosened and hung down. He glanced towards the second floor and then towards the door.

Those dancing shoes really came to him.

So... don't drag Gu Qingxing this time.