Good news, the elder is gone

Xue Wangliu deliberately suppressed the growth of his body when he was reshaping his body in the golden elixir stage in order to pretend to be a woman better for himself, so his feet shrank from 44 to 38, a size that must increase the price when buying AJs.

While he was trying on the shoes, another customer came into the store, Xue Wangliu turned his head and saw a woman walking in slowly supporting a man.

He has seen this woman many times, and everyone calls her Lady Ruan.She has a round face and looks like a kind person, and she speaks softly, every time Xue Wangliu sees her, a group of children around her call her aunt and clamor for candy from her.

But this was the first time he had seen this man with disheveled hair, thin figure, and coughing twice at every step.

As soon as the boss saw them coming in, he immediately went up to greet them with a smile and asked, "Brother Ruan, why did you bring your wife out today?"

"It's cold, I'll take her out to make two new clothes." The man's voice was hoarse, causing Xue Wangliu to take another look.

From this point of view, Xue Wangliu directly found a good partner who also lived not long. Although his own life was dim, he was in good health and did not suffer from death. It is very likely that he died of a sudden death like in his previous life.

But this old man was haunted by death, as if one leg had already stepped into the grave, and he was almost buried with a cover.It wasn't Xue Wangliu who said that the man who made the new clothes should be this old man, not his wife.

But birth, old age, sickness and death are inescapable fates, everyone has their own fate, even those monks who go against the sky, there will be a day when they can't improve their cultivation level, and finally the five declines of heaven and man will exhaust their kung fu and sit down for a day.

Thinking of his own lifeline is also a gloomy future that will continue to be cut off, maybe tomorrow he will be taken back by the Huahan Sect and die, and his sadness suddenly becomes like a river.

But after thinking about it, I have lived for 800 years, and I am already the existence of the ancestors among the monks. The life span of one person is longer than that of six people. According to the calculation of mortals, I can be regarded as their ancestors and grandparents. In fact, I have nothing to regret , but the longer you live, the less you want to die.

Xue Wangliu thought about it and let out a long sigh.

Hey, a day is a day, fuck it.

He put on the shoes and told the owner of the store that he would go to other places to buy things first, and the clothes will be picked up later.The store owner responded and told him to go at ease.

After saying hello to Mrs. Ruan and his husband-in-law with a smile, Xue Wangliu left the tailor shop, and started to walk the street with his hands in his hands.

This Furong City is still lively, although there are still dead people, but the dead guys are not good people, everyone comforts themselves in their hearts that they are good people, they will not harm themselves, and the business is still going on.

Xue Wangliu strolled around slowly, showing the feeling of adding things to his first cave in the past. It is one thing to look good, but the most important thing is to be durable. It is best to use it for hundreds of years without falling apart.

There are no trendy styles or furniture made of high-end materials in the small town, but there are some of my own styles. I carefully selected some decorations and chairs. Xue Wangliu calmed down a little irritated. He didn't care about the accountant's extra two copper coins.

The sun has risen, and the shops on the roadside have started cooking. The smell of the food is blowing along the wind to the road. It seems to turn the cold wind into a warm wind, hooking people's hungry stomachs and making them unable to concentrate. do your own thing.

Xue Wangliu sniffed the scent and started queuing up in front of the sesame seed stall on the side of the road.

It's better in the world, I should go down the mountain earlier, pretend to be a big boss in Huahanzong, and go to the class of 800 and 996. There is no public holiday and no overtime pay. He, Xue Wangliu, has cultivated wave after wave of disciple talents for Huahanzong , As a result, the stomach is not full.

It's fine if I can't fill my stomach, but now I have to kill chickens and take eggs to drain my spiritual power. Damn it, the children I raised have become the knives that kill me, and the clown is me!

He was holding a sesame seed cake wrapped in oil paper and was about to take a bite to vent his anger, but before he could eat it, he heard a sudden noise on the side of the road, and turned around to see a group of beggars fighting.

Good guy, little beggars don't talk about martial arts, so they beat each other.The one who was beaten was the blind man I had seen earlier today.Seeing the copper coins in his hand being snatched away, Xue Wangliu frowned, and walked up with sesame seed cakes.

"What are you doing?!" He stretched out his hand and picked up the beggar who called the stinky blind man the most, threw it aside, roared again, and waited for the group of beggars to run away before looking at the blind beggar and asking, "Are you all right? "

The blind beggar shook his head, but before he could say anything, his hands felt hot, and the smell of sesame seed cakes filled his nose.

"Good Lord?" The blind man held the biscuits and didn't know what was going on.

"Eat it while it's hot." Xue Wangliu sighed, turned and left.

Among all the children he picked up, this child seemed to be the most miserable. According to the first theorem of Xue Shi's cultivation, the degree of misery in childhood is directly proportional to the degree of growing up, and this child will become a great talent in the future.

He had to control all his strength so as not to pick up the child.Today is different from the past, he himself is hiding in Tibet, and he can't be like before, with a treasure in his left hand, a cub in his right hand, and a fat baby on his back.

But it's only halfway through today, and I've met him twice, could it be that this son is destined for me?

Xue Wangliu scratched his head, pinched his fingers and wanted to make a calculation, but suddenly remembered that the child's soul was gone, and his own lifeline was about to be broken, half dead, so let it go, anyway, it would be sad to forget it.

The sesame seed cake was given to someone else, and Xue Wangliu didn't want to wait in line for the next pot, so he found a stall to eat noodles.Although this stall is a shop selling tea, the owner's noodles are indeed a delicacy that is famous throughout Furong City.

The sun above the head came out for a while, and then it became gloomy again. Dark clouds swirled overhead, and it looked like it was going to rain.Xue Wangliu was sitting on the stool waiting for his face, counting the wood grains on the table in front of him, when he suddenly heard a cry.

He looked up, only to find that a stage was built not far away at some time, with a black cloth on the top used as a shed, and a shadow puppet show was being performed by lighting candles.

Just when Emperor Wu met Mrs. Li for the first time, there was a beautiful woman in the north who was unique and independent.Although the voice of the person playing the piano was a bit hoarse, it had a special flavor.

The front was full of people, Xue Wangliu joined in the fun and blinked his eyes, gathering spirits in his eyes to make himself see more clearly, but he could see too clearly, and directly saw the people singing shadow puppetry behind him.

I don't know if I don't know this, I was startled when I saw it, it turned out to be Ruan Langjun who I met in the tailor shop just now.The big brother's voice is hoarse and coughs three times, but when he sings, it's like a different person.

"Here comes the face." Xiaoer put his face in front of Xue Wangliu, seeing him staring at the shadow puppet play on one side without blinking, and said with a smile: "Mr. , it’s never too late to listen after you eat the noodles.”

Xue Wangliu: "Musician?"

"That's right, I heard that he was a musician who played for nobles in the palace." Xiaoer said regretfully, "It's just that my voice is not good, so I can sing shadow puppetry."

"That's a pity." Xue Wangliu said casually, remembering that this person would not live long: "I don't think he is in good health. Is this voice only after he got sick?"

Xiao Er shook his head: "That's not it, Ruan Yue's voice has been like this ever since they moved here. His illness is also strange. His wife looked sick at first, but later his wife's illness recovered, but he was sick. gone."

Xue Wangliu was stunned for a moment, thinking that the lives of these two couples are still a bit tortuous, but there are too many such things in this mortal world, then nodded and said: "So it is like this."

He picked up a chopstick noodle and ate it into his mouth. There were some green leaves mixed in the clear noodle soup, and he ate the noodle with the noodle soup together. He felt very comfortable.

There was still some soup left, Xue Wangliu was about to rest for a while before drinking, suddenly frowned, and turned to look to the other side of the street.

Walking from a distance came a few young masters with straight backs. They didn't look very big, but everyone was carrying a sword, and they were muttering about something. A senior cultivator like myself knew this at a glance. is a peer.

The closest to Hibiscus City is Lanze Sword Gate, and these youngsters' cultivation base is not high, except for one person who has reached Jindan, the other four are all foundation builders, so they should be Lanze Sword Gate Sword Boys.

Sword cultivation is very easy for people to do. It requires a firm heart of Tao and one heart to the sword. To put it bluntly, it is a tendon in the brain, and it is not a Tao that ordinary people can cultivate.Because of their brain axis, the monks have been practicing hard for a long time.

Xue Wangliu is also the head of this group of sword boys, Mrs. Xin of Lanze Sword Sect, Mrs. Xiang, these two have some problems with each other, and they don't like sword repairers even more.

He restrained his breath even more, making sure that there was nothing wrong with the disguise on his face, then he picked up the bowl and drank the soup, pretending to be an ordinary diner.

After taking a sip of the soup, he saw the group of little sword cultivators sitting down at the table next to him. Before Xue Wangliu could swallow the soup, he heard one of the little sword cultivators lower his voice and point towards the golden alchemy sword with the highest cultivation level. Xiu asked: "Brother, is Xiangu Xueliu really dead?"

A sip of good soup choked directly into his throat, Xue Wangliu thought to himself who said that I was dead?I'm still sitting here!

The author says:

Xue Wangliu: Take the bamboo shoots, the rumormonger is dead!