Self-cultivation in the world of monster hunting

Two years later.

A tavern at the foot of Qishan is still open.

Without the Qishan Ming clan, Qishan has not changed in any way, there are still people taking over the demons, and the righteous way has not declined because of this.Even without the powerful families of the past, there is no turmoil in the whole world.

This tavern has been open for several years, and it has not changed much. It always sells some small wine, side dishes, hot tea and snacks.

For a period of time after Qingming, the spring rain never stopped.It started to rain early this morning, and the pedestrians passing by were all muddy.A young man in white ran for a while in the rain, and finally saw a place to hide from the rain, so he hurried into the tavern to order a pot of tea.Then he carefully held something, and slowly wiped it with a clean inner garment.

His white clothes were muddy in the rain, his hair was completely wet, and he was dripping muddy water on the floor tiles, looking extremely distressed.

Several other guests in the tavern were not happy, and shouted at the shopkeeper: "Why did you bring the little beggar in! What does it look like!"

The boy wiped his things and concentrated, but he didn't realize that these people were talking about him.

Others can't see the sword, but at this moment the young man's eyes are full of that little thing.

It was a silver ring inlaid with precious stones, the workmanship was extremely exquisite, and the materials were also very particular.The inlaid gemstones are extremely transparent and clear, like the eyes of a teenager.

Seeing that the boy turned a deaf ear to the shouting drinkers, they became even more dissatisfied. The shopkeeper quickly appeased the drinkers, then walked quickly to the boy's side, frowned and said, "Why did you come to the shop? To hide from the rain Just go and stay under the eaves."

The young man raised his head, and the shopkeeper saw a face covered in mud, but even so, the shopkeeper somehow felt that this young man must be extremely good-looking.

But this thought was only fleeting, and the shopkeeper became serious again, and said to the boy with a straight face, "Go and stay under the eaves."

The young man whispered in a daze, "I just want a pot of hot tea."

The shopkeeper's expression became even uglier. The boy thought that he didn't understand the local customs, and he committed some taboo that made the shopkeeper unhappy. After he confessed his crime, he went out obediently, stood under the eaves, and continued to concentrate on wiping his hands. ring.

After a while, the shopkeeper brought out a pot of hot tea and put it on the window sill beside the boy.

The boy thanked him, and was about to ask how much tea money, when the shopkeeper sighed and asked, "How old are you?"

The young man didn't understand why he asked such a question, so he said, "Just turned eighteen."

"It's still a child." The shopkeeper shook his head and said, "Where are your parents?"

The boy replied honestly: "I left early, it was gone when I was born."

The shopkeeper shook his head again and said, "Is there anyone else at home?"

Seeing the shopkeeper's kind face, the boy answered honestly: "I had a twin brother, but he passed away two years ago."

The shopkeeper sighed for a while, looked at the boy with pity on his face, and quickly got up and went back to the tavern. After a while, the shopkeeper came out, took out three steaming steamed buns and handed them to the boy.

The boy wanted to say that he would order later, but before he could leave the mouth, the shopkeeper stuffed the steamed stuffed bun into his hand involuntarily.

Then the shopkeeper said: "If you are hungry in the future, come to my place. There are hot tea and steamed buns."

"Ah?" The young man's face was full of doubts, and then he heard the drinkers in the tavern yelling loudly.

"Boss! You glued the dirty things on that little beggar, don't blame us for not paying for the meal!

The shopkeeper repeatedly pleaded guilty and quickly retreated into the tavern.

It was only at this time that the boy realized that he had been treated as a little beggar.He was not annoyed, but rather amused.He looked at his face against the stagnant water on the side of the road, and he really looked like a little beggar.He wiped his face carelessly, not very clean, but the delicate face was still revealed.

This boy was clearly Lu Xiang who had been missing for two years.

Lu Xiang couldn't clean his face, so he simply sat on the floor like a little beggar, happily eating the hot buns and hot tea sent by the shopkeeper.

The drinkers in the tavern continued to chat about what happened just now.

A man drank wine leisurely and said, "Ten days will be the immortal's death day. It's been so fast. It's been two years."

Another person echoed, "I didn't go last year, but I have to go this year! I've heard people who have been there say that if you pay respects to the Immortal Tomb on the day of the immortal's death, your cultivation will really improve quickly."

Someone else said: "Is this true? In the fairy tomb, there are only some shredded clothes. I heard that they are actually still alive, but they don't want to be recognized by others, so they use illusion to cover up their own appearance. Seriously, Lu Xiang is a descendant of Yumen, and Sijun is the sword spirit of that sword, how could he die so easily..."

Immediately, someone excitedly said: "You brat, how dare you call the immortal by his name! You are too young to know the situation that day! The two immortals fought with the demon king until the sky was dark, the sun and the moon were dark, That scene... In short, it is impossible for them to be alive. Later, when people went to see, they only found those bloody clothes, and picked them up to make a tomb for the immortal. Mr. Shen was there at the time, so what he said could be wrong Is it? Mr. Shen said that they must be dead..."

The man who was drinking interrupted them and said, "I didn't say the word 'death'! How ugly are you saying that you can't die! Those two are immortals who were banished from the world to pass the tribulation. After the tribulation, they returned to the sky. They I have returned to the immortal position, and I watched the Taishang Laojun ride the donkey to welcome the two immortals away that day!"

"Yes, yes, Mr. Shen was present at the time. Could it be true that what he said was false? That day, many members of the great families were killed, and even Ming Zizhen died! Mr. Shen retreated completely, which shows the power of Mr. Shen! Mr. Shen Seeing the Taishang Laojun with my own eyes, can I be wrong? Let's go to worship, it must be useful."

Lu Xiang sat under the eaves and listened for a long time, but he couldn't hold back when he came here, he bent his back from laughing, everyone was attracted by his laughter, turned their heads to stare at him, he quickly waved his hands embarrassedly and said: "Really I'm sorry, but what you said is too exaggerated, there is no such thing as an old gentleman. Also, it is useless to worship that fairy tomb. It is better to practice hard than to spend so much effort. Lu Xiang and Sijun are nothing Banished Immortal... No, it's true that Sijun might not be known. But Lu Xiang is just an ordinary person."

When the people in the room heard it, they were furious. The man who was drinking and called Mr. Shen immediately slapped the table and said angrily, "What do you know, you little beggar? Am I here or are you here?"

"I'm not talking nonsense... Maybe you were there at the time, but the situation was too chaotic, so you didn't see it clearly." Lu Xiang still smiled with a good temper, but said seriously: "I also heard that they are still alive, and I have a good life, I have been wandering around the world, and I want to see all the beauties and beauties in this world."

Mr. Shen in the room was being held up all the time. At this time, he was questioned by a dirty young boy, and he suddenly became furious. He rolled up his sleeves and wanted to settle accounts with Lu Xiang. The shopkeeper hurriedly persuaded: "Mr. Shen, calm down , why bother with a child? He may have a brain problem!"

Speaking of which, the shopkeeper turned his head and gave Lu Xiang a wink to ask him to beg for mercy. Lu Xiang was a little dazed, and looked at Mr. Shen with blinking eyes, feeling that his anger was a bit inexplicable.

While the crowd was making noise, another man in black came out from the rain. His face was too handsome, but also too domineering. He exuded an oppressive aura. He didn't speak, but When they reached the door, everyone involuntarily stopped making noise and looked at him fixedly.

With such an appearance and demeanor, who is it not Sijun?

But Sijun didn't look at these people, and went straight to Lu Xiang, he raised his hand and wiped Lu Xiang's face a few times, and asked with a frown, "I just went to find an inn, why did this happen? Didn't I tell you to wait for me in the tavern?"

Lu Xiang said angrily: "Just now at the fork in the road, Xiaoji went crazy. He insisted on turning to Tianji Pavilion to find Qingling Pavilion Master. I said that I can't go again tomorrow. He ran away by himself crying and making noise. Go after him, run too fast and fall."

Sijun frowned again, Lu Xiang hurriedly said: "I have already caught him, beat him up and put him in the Qiankun bag, now Xiaogu is watching him face the wall and thinking about his past."

Only then did Sijun's expression soften a little, and he asked, "Is there any pain from the fall?"

Lu Xiang raised his head and smiled at him, looking very obedient.

Sijun then patted his head and asked, "Why don't you go in and sit down, it's cold outside."

Lu Xiang glanced at the other drinkers in the tavern, shook his head and said, "Forget it, let's go directly to the inn to rest."

Sijun also followed Lu Xiang's gaze, and then looked at Lu Xiang's muddy body, and quickly guessed what was going on.

Then, Sijun's gaze swept across the crowd like a knife, and he said to Lu Xiang seriously, "Should they all be killed?"

Crowd:! ! !

Everyone was dumbfounded, looking at the two in shock and fear.

Lu Xiang quickly waved at those people and said, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, he's just joking!"

Sijun still had a serious face and said solemnly: "I'm not joking."

Crowd: ? ? ?

Lu Xiang was so embarrassed that he hurried to apologize, and ran out while pulling Sijun.In the middle of the rain curtain, Sijun's finger casually pointed towards the sky, and it was as if a transparent umbrella had been opened above their heads, and the rainwater was automatically avoided.

"Let's go to the inn, don't scare people." Lu Xiang leaned against Sijun with some complaints, trying to narrow the distance between the two, and said, "Put the umbrella up a bit, your shoulders are getting wet .”

Sijun didn't answer, reached out and took the ring he had wiped for a long time, and carefully put it on the fourth finger of his left hand.

Immediately afterwards, Sijun hugged Lu Xiang horizontally again, and now there was no distance between the two of them at all.

Lu Xiang felt even more embarrassed when he thought that there were so many people watching behind him, and hurriedly said, "Put me down! I can fly now!"

Sijun ignored him again, and flew straight into the sky. The excessive speed made Lu Yanxiang startled, and couldn't help but started yelling again.

It wasn't until the two of them disappeared from the sight of everyone in the tavern that they suddenly came back to their senses. They always felt that the way the man in black threatened people was very familiar, as if there was such a person who often did this a few years ago.

But who?The strange thing is that they couldn't remember at all, and after a while, they couldn't even remember what the two of them looked like just now.

At the same time, the two were moving forward quickly in the pouring rain.The whole building was covered with a layer of fuzzy water vapor in the heavy rain, retreating quickly under their feet, with a kind of hazy beauty.The world was extremely quiet in the heavy rain, except for the sound of the rain hitting the roofs of Wanjia, they could only hear each other's breathing and heartbeat.

After being quiet for a long time, Sijun asked: "Have you figured it out? Where are you going tomorrow?"

Lu Xiang regained his energy immediately, and said with great interest: "Go to Tianji Pavilion to see the master of Qingling Pavilion first, and let Xiaoji stop for a while. Then we went to find Xiaohua, and Xiaohua wrote to me again, saying that the second son Meng is still there." Looking for him is endless, we have to hurry to watch the excitement. I was watched by Xiaohua for so long, and finally I can watch his excitement. Oh, and, I heard that the bamboo sea in Huilongling is very beautiful , I want to go and see... But I haven't seen the sea yet, I heard that there are sharks in the bottom of the sea... Wait, it's almost April, the apricot blossoms in Xinghuagou should also be in bloom, or we should go See the apricot blossoms?"

Sijun smiled slightly, and said softly, "Anywhere is fine, just think about it slowly."

Lu Xiang raised his left hand, raised the dazzling bead above his head and looked at it slowly, smiling and thinking, where do you want to go first?Is it the same as I thought?

Then, Lu Xiang buried his face in Sijun's chest again, seriously worrying about where he should go first.

But he was in no hurry.

Because the rest of their lives is long, from now on, they will be able to cuddle up to each other warmly, travel through thousands of mountains and rivers, and enjoy a prosperous life.