Chapter 374 There Was a Stream of Water in His Eyes.

The journey to Yanzhou was temporarily halted.

This was because of Master Wei's words, and also because Ning Zhumang had confirmed the authenticity of these words.

"Vein failure, disordered aura, life force extinguished, life flames burned." This was what Ning Zhumang said to Xu Han as he walked out of Master Wei's room.

At that time, Ning Zhumang's face was pale and his expression was extremely difficult to see. However, Xu Han was unable to doubt the truth of the matter.

But he still felt as if he had lost it.

All of this happened too suddenly.

It was as if the middle-aged man was still whispering in his ear, "Little Han … Little Han … Little Han …"

At this moment, someone told you that he only had three days left to live.

The contrast between the two gave Xu Han an indescribable feeling of unreality.

It was as if all of this was just a nightmare. He wanted to wake up, but found himself trapped inside.

He couldn't escape, he couldn't step out, and he couldn't earn free.

…

Chu Chouli woke up on the second day.

Xu Han, who had been accompanying him beside the bed, was already drowsy. Xuan'er and Aowu's exclamations woke him up.

He quickly walked to the middle-aged man's side, wanting to inquire about his condition.

However, the middle-aged man grinned at him with a pale face. "Xiao Han, I want to drink."

Chu Chouli was already over forty years old, and he had a thick beard on his face. However, he said those words to Xu Han with a tone that was almost spoiled. If it was normal, Xu Han could only give him a look.

However, at this moment, Xu Han nodded after a slight stunned moment.

As a result, in the early morning, under the stunned gazes of Yan Zhan and the others, Xu Han and the middle-aged man left the inn and rushed straight towards the best tavern in Wuzhou Town.

Before the hotel staff could finish cleaning up the mess left behind by the drinkers yesterday, they welcomed Chu Chouli and Xu Han.

The burly man ordered a large table of dishes and ordered a few jars of wine. Then, he threw the ingot he borrowed from Yan Zhan on the table. Seeing the ingot, the waiter's eyes immediately lit up and he hurriedly greeted him.

The two of them drank this wine from the bright sun to the bright lanterns, from the boiling crowd to Liao Wuyan.

The customers in the tavern came and went, and Chu Chouli raised his glass and stopped.

Chu Chouli was a chatterbox. Even at this time, he did not change. As he drank wine, he whispered in Xu Han's ears.

He said that wine was a knife that pierced through the intestines and could cut Wangu Chou.

He said that his master liked to drink, and his senior brother liked to drink, but now he was the only one who could continue drinking, so he wanted to drink their portion together.

He said that there were only him and her left in the Sacred Bandit Sect, and that there was no right path to take. She had taken the wrong path, and he had taken the path of death. They were the end, and they were also strangers.

He said that there were many immortals in the world who wanted to live forever, but they didn't know that the Heavenly Road had long been blocked. The Thieving Saint Sect wasn't the first to learn a lesson, nor would it be the last.

He had said a lot, some of which Xu Han could understand, some of which he could not, but he had memorized them one by one.

Not only did he speak, but his drunken and hazy face as well.

…

The next day, Chu Chouli found Xu Han again.

He licked his face and said somewhat shyly and somewhat restlessly, "Xiao Han, I want to listen to the music."

Without hesitation, Xu Han found Yan Zhan again and borrowed some money.

Then, he led Chu Chouli to the best brothel in Wuzhou Town, opened a best room, and called for the most beautiful girls in the building who sang the best music.

This journey was not peaceful. Chu Chouli's body was obviously much weaker than yesterday. His face was pale and his footsteps were obviously not as light as yesterday's.

However, when he sat on the soft couch in the private room, the big man's face still revealed a pleasant smile.

At that time, a few girls walked to the door in a charming manner. They wore makeup, red or white or purple gauze, and the crisp meat on their chests was propped up high. Their white, lamb-fat-jade-like arms were exposed.

This could be considered a rather beautiful scenery.

However, when Chu Chouli saw these women, his expression suddenly collapsed.

"No! No!" He shouted, "Tsing Yi, I want Tsing Yi!"

Perhaps the burly man's insane expression frightened these girls, and they were all stunned on the spot.

"Change into green." Xu Han, who was sitting at the side, calmly placed an ingot on the wooden table at the side.

The women immediately regained their senses, their gazes attracted by the ingot.

"If you want, hurry up. You're not the only brothel in Wuzhou Town." Xu Han said indifferently at that time.

Upon hearing this, the faces of all the women changed as they hurriedly left the room. After about a hundred breaths of time, they walked back, and the clothes on their bodies changed into beautiful green clothes.

Chu Chouli drank as he sized up the women. The women seemed to understand that they could only obtain the ingot if they served the sloppy man in front of them well. Thus, when Chu Chouli's gaze shot over, they all straightened their chests, wanting to attract the attention of the other party.

Chu Chouli shook his head. "It doesn't look like … it doesn't look like …"

"Then do you want to change?" Xu Han asked.

Hearing this, the women's faces were filled with fear.

"Forget it" Chu Chouli shook his head with disappointment. "Sing…"

However, the few of them looked at each other, seemingly unable to grasp Chu Chouli's thoughts.

"One by one, you guys are the best at singing." Seeing this, Xu Han said at that time.

The women hesitated for a moment, but under the temptation of the ingot, someone took a step forward.

"In the depths of the floors, the east wind is soft. Spring returns to Cuimo, smooth and tender, hanging golden. Flowers will be accelerated later, and the clouds will rain lightly. It will be cold and warm."

The woman's voice was clear and soft, and her rhythm was suitable. The tune of the song "Roar of the Water Dragon" could be considered to be of medium to high pitch.

However, Chu Chouli shook his head at that time, "No, no, change!"

"Jun Ruo is like a cloud in the sky, Nong is like a bird in the cloud. They are dependent on each other, reflecting the sun and riding the wind."

"Lord is like water in a lake, and Nong is like a flower in the heart of water…"

Another woman shallowly sang, but Chu Chouli threw the wine cup in his hand at that time and shouted, "That's not right! Change it!"

…

As a result, three or four women finished singing in succession, and all of them were rejected by Chu Chouli one by one.

The expression on the burly man's face ranged from dissatisfaction to anger, from anger to disappointment…

"It's all wrong, it's all wrong…"

"Nobody can sing her taste… Nobody can sing her taste…"

He muttered to himself. He wanted to drink, but he discovered that the wine glass in his hand had already been broken by him. He could only reach out to pick up the wine jar beside him and gulp it down in one gulp.

In the end, those women were all dismissed by Xu Han, leaving only Xu Han and Chu Chouli at the door of Nuo Da's room.

The door was terribly quiet.

The burly man looked at the wine glasses on the ground that had been broken by him, and then looked at the youth in front of him.

He suddenly stretched out his hand and gently tapped on the table beside him, again and again, with a strange rhythm.

"The moon in the sky is bright. Wood dogs bark in the fields."

"Flowers blossom in the Southern Mountain and fish fertilizer in the Northern River."

"Painting your eyebrows, covering the tears of red candles…"

"You say the old country is beautiful, but how beautiful is the old country…"

"Not as good as the pool of water in your eyes…"

Chu Chouli used his hoarse voice to sing Xu Han's unknown ballad.

Such tender and tender melodies were obviously not suitable for Chu Chouli's rough voice, but Xu Han felt that this melody was a perfect match at this moment.

So he wrote it down, including the tears the middle-aged man shed at the corner of his eyes while singing.

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