Chapter 394 The Road Is Still Open

"Master Wei, what happened to Xiao Han?" In the inn of Ding Man City, Chu Chou Li looked at the unconscious youth on the bed with a worried expression and asked the old man beside him.

Originally, they were eating the delicious dishes personally cooked by Chu Chouli, and looking at the lion dance team performing on the busy streets outside the inn to celebrate the arrival of the New Year, everyone felt very uncomfortable.

Even Hu Ma and the others, who were faintly estranged, became familiar with Chu Chouli and the others after drinking a few cups of wine.

However, when Master Wei returned to the inn with the unconscious Xu Han and the obviously injured Zhen Yue, all of this comfort dissipated.

Hearing this question, Master Wei raised his head to look at Chu Chouli and the people behind him who were similarly concerned. He said, "It's not a big deal, I'll wake up tomorrow."

Master Wei was still quite prestigious amongst the crowd. After obtaining his answer, the crowd let go of their suspensive calculations. However, Chu Chouli asked again after that, "But for good reason, how could Xiao Han be unconscious?"

As soon as this question arose, everyone looked at Master Wei once again.

This time, however, Master Wei turned his head and had no intention of answering.

Seeing this, the crowd naturally didn't dare to say anything. They could only look at Zhen Yue who was dazed and lost in thought. However, Zhen Yue naturally knew that there were some things that could be said. There were some things that could be said but should not be said by her. Therefore, she lowered her head at that time and avoided the gazes from the crowd.

Thus, this matter was not settled.

Although Master Wei said that Xu Han would wake up tomorrow, Chu Chouli, who had always been a person of wine and meat, was not at ease. He insisted on staying behind to take care of Xu Han. In his words, "Even if Xiao Han is fine and needs to eat and drink some hot water after sleeping for a long time, I can help him."

Seeing that Chu Chouli had spoken to this point, the crowd naturally couldn't persuade them anymore, so they left Xu Han's room one after another.

…

The inn chosen by the crowd was not big. A group of more than ten people covered almost all the guest rooms in the inn. Everyone rested, and the entire inn quieted down at that time.

The same was true of Master Wei 's room.

The only difference was that the old man did not fall asleep. He stood up trembling from the side of the bed and walked to the side of the big wooden box.

The entire process was extremely slow. Every step he took brought about an obvious pause in connection with the next step. It was as if walking had become extremely difficult for him now.

However, he still walked to the wooden box.

He gasped heavily before reaching out to touch the wooden box.

At that moment, a soft white light overflowed from the wooden box and flowed down the old man's arm towards his body.

"You'll die like this." At that moment, a voice as soft as the white light sounded.

Master Wei 's wrinkled face squeezed out a smile of difficulty as he replied, "Living for a thousand years … I should have died long ago …"

"But you still have a chance. Why waste the copper coins on that unrelated youth?" Asked the soft voice with a hint of anger.

This question caused the old man to hesitate.

After thinking for a while, he shook his head and said, "I don't know."

"Perhaps it's because I'm old… I don't want to see anyone die… Anyone who can be saved always wants to be saved…"

Such an answer silenced the voice. The white light around the wooden box surged, as if the owner of the voice was flipping through his heart.

In the next moment, the gentle white light suddenly became violent, like the May sun. It was scorching hot and bright.

Along with a soft voice that turned berserk, it said in an almost howling voice, "Then what shall we do? Have you forgotten the promise of the past?"

The furious roar and questioning of that voice did not cause even the slightest bit of dissatisfaction or anger to appear on Master Wei 's face.

The old man's expression remained calm as he said, "You should know that even if I succeed, I will not be able to take you away."

"But it's better than hopeless" The voice seemed to have been infected by the old man, and its tone was no longer as turbulent as before.

"Hope?" As the old man muttered these words, his gaze gradually deepened.

…

Of course, Chu Chouli really wanted to be a considerate big brother.

For this reason, he chose to stay behind to take care of Xu Han.

In the first half of the night, he was still able to persevere, but in the second half of the night, he felt sleepy. He lowered his head to his waist several times and woke up. Finally, he simply said to Xuan'er and Aowu, who were at a loss as to why, "I'll sleep for a while." After that, he tilted his head and fell asleep on the table.

Aowu and Xuan'er tilted their heads and looked at the middle-aged man, as if they were still trying to understand what the middle-aged man meant. However, at that time, the same sleepiness assaulted their minds. At that time, the two little fellows could no longer hold on and fell asleep with their heads tilted.

After about a dozen breaths of sleep, the door to the room was suddenly pushed open.

Master Wei stepped into it.

He no longer had his previous exhaustion and walked to Xu Han's bed with ease. He stared at Xu Han with deep eyes.

His gaze was deep and filled with confusion.

A burst of white light suddenly gushed out from the wooden box behind him. An ethereal figure condensed beside him and stared with him at the youth who seemed to be sleeping soundly on the bed.

"Is that him?" The white figure asked.

"Yes." The old man nodded.

"He's very strange" The white figure said after looking at him for a while.

"Naturally, even the monitors personally descended on this world for him." The old man said.

"Then what do you mean?"

"I think it's very important for us to understand his identity."

"But you don't have that much time." The white figure frowned.

"That's why I want your help." The old man turned his head to look at the other party, his eyes sincere and his tone sincere.

However, such sincerity did not receive the answer he wanted.

The white silhouette said with a cold gaze, "You should know that unless you walk that path, we will not interfere … We cannot afford to take this risk …"

After saying that, the white figure seemed to lose interest in continuing the conversation with Master Wei. Her body twisted and finally turned into a ray of white light that escaped into the wooden box behind the old man.

The old man's expression became strange at that time. He looked at the youth in front of him and his gaze changed.

…

It was a long time ago.

The riots in the Dali Dynasty finally came to an end. The ancestor of the Chu Dynasty led the heroes out of the Mount Corpse and Sea of Blood and established the unified dynasty that had stood in this world for more than 600 years.

It was the era of heroes, and it was destined to be a tragic song of life.

Daoist Feng Xue, who had a handsome and beautiful face on his head, finally walked through the world again after a hundred years of bitter cultivation.

A hundred years was not an instant for him to snap his fingers, but it was just a dream. For the common people in this world, a hundred years was enough to make the babies who were hungry and waiting to be fed tasted enough of the various forms of the world. In the end, they were old and turned into a pile of loess. Even the cultivators he said he knew were only five fingers in number in a hundred years, including those who were not close to him.

Even so, the Daoist who had just appeared had received news that an old friend was about to die.

He thinks he needs to see.

But before that, he had to see another person, who had a strange name, Kun Bu Yu.

If he remembered correctly, he was a physician, a pure physician.

This was a very strange thing. When he knew him, he was already in his early forties. Now that more than a hundred years had passed, Kun Buyu was at least 156 years old. A mortal, a mortal without any cultivation, could live to this age. Compared to those Immortals who had lived for five to six hundred years, in a sense, it was even more shocking.

When he saw this old man, his heart was filled with horror several times more than he had expected.

This white-haired and old physician had actually become the sect leader of a sect. This sect had also gathered a large number of cultivators, some of whom were famous immortals in this world. They were all surprised that they were extremely convinced of this ordinary doctor.

Because of this, the Taoist was stunned for a few breaths before he began to talk to the old man.

"You rejected him?" Only then did such thoughts arise, and the old man whose face was covered in wrinkles like an old tree asked first.

"Yes." Daoist didn't mean to hide anything.

"Have you figured out how to go the rest of the way?" The old man asked again.

Daoist shook his head.

"Unfortunately, I can't accompany you anymore." The old man sighed.

The two of them remained silent for a long time.

The Taoist stayed in that sect for a day, while Kun Buyu slept most of the time. It was inconceivable that he could live for such a long time, but at this age, his spirit was naturally not too good.

Before leaving, Kun Buyu gave Daoist a green piece of wood. Daoist didn't know what it was, but he could clearly feel the endless vitality coming from the small piece of wood.

"The road ahead is dangerous," he said. "It's a gift, like my companion."

The Taoist was silent again. Although the two of them hadn't made it clear, they knew that this was destined to be the last time they met.

…

The second person that Daoist saw was called Wu Xiaohe.

The founding ancestors of Scarlet Firmament Sect in the north had no choice but to say that these old friends seemed to be doing well. That hot-tempered brat from back then also had a day when he would set up a sect.

With these thoughts in mind, the Taoist, surrounded by the younger generation, went to the peak of their sect, Wu Xiaohe's place of seclusion.

Of course, the so-called seclusion was better said to be waiting for death.

Back then, the rash brat had already sat down on the cliff with a twilight expression. However, what could be seen between his eyebrows was a wisp of unyielding arrogance, even if the word'die 'was in front of him.

The Taoist had once disliked his temperament, but he was inexplicably gratified to see him at this moment.

"You're here?" Wu Xiaohe looked at Taoist and smiled.

"Yes." The Taoist sat in front of him, thinking about how to begin this farewell. In his opinion, this should be a very serious matter.

"Damn it, you're so fucking slow. If it's a few hours in the evening, you won't be able to see me."

However, before he could think it through, Wu Xiaohe pointed at his nose and scolded.

"…" Daoist was silent, not knowing how to respond.

Seeing this, Wu Xiaohe waved his hand and muttered, "It's boring."

After saying that, he reached out and handed over something to the Taoist, and the Taoist subconsciously caught it. He felt a burning sensation in his hand when he reached for it. He stared at it and saw that it was a token with the words' Fire Cloud 'written on it.

"I have a lifeblood spirit flame in this token. If I finish refining it in the future, don't forget to return it to my disciples and grandchildren." Then, Wu Xiaohe reached out his hand and patted the Daoist's shoulder, saying, "Live well for me. Don't forget to catch a few beautiful Nuzhen Immortals and burn them for me!"

After saying that, Wu Xiaohe's head sank as if he was about to fall asleep.

The crowd of disciples who were seated at the foot of the cliff immediately felt sorrowful when they saw this scene. It was unknown who was the first to cry, so the crowd howled and cried loudly.

Seeing this scene, the Taoist was also a little unhappy. He was about to lower his head and say thank you to the person whose eyes had already been closed.

Wu Xiao He Wu suddenly raised his head at that time. He pointed at the disciple at the foot of the mountain and shouted, "Why are you crying? I'm not dead yet!"

The cries at the foot of the mountain abruptly stopped, and the Taoist's gratitude that came to his mouth was swallowed back.

"You all say that I don't read much. I've been sitting alone on this mountain these past few days thinking about a poem. Do you want to hear it?" Wu Xiaohe then looked at the Taoist and smiled as he licked his face and asked.

How could the Taoist refuse? Thus, he nodded.

A child-like smile appeared on the old man's face. He stretched out his hand and waved it in the direction of the cliff. At that moment, crooked handwriting appeared on the cliff.

"Dragon Wave Ten Miles Mountains and Rivers, Cloud Presses Hundred Miles Snow River."

"Bingge Thousand Miles Territory, Night Cage Ten Thousand Miles Huang Xuan."

"I'm not afraid, I'm not afraid!"

"Look at Dongfang Jianbai, only I, Golden Crow Zhengyan!"

Daoist didn't miss a single word and read it carefully.

"He Ru?" Wu Xiaohe asked.

The Taoist sighed sincerely, but as he spoke, he suddenly stopped. He turned to look at the old man beside him. At this moment, Wu Xiaohe lowered his head again and sat quietly on the side.

The Taoist was stunned, and his expression suddenly became a little lonely.

He knew that Wu Xiaohe had really fallen asleep this time…

The Taoist stared at the old man in front of him silently for a long time. Finally, he stood up and bowed towards the old man. He said, "If there is an opportunity, I will take a look on behalf of Brother Wu in the Myriad Domains of the Starry Sky."

…

He left the Crimson Firmament Sect.

The Taoist pondered where he should go the rest of the way, and how he should go.

He wandered aimlessly around the world, seeing many sceneries and meeting some people.

In the end, he arrived at the east of Da Chu. He suddenly remembered that there was an old friend who was still alive in the thousand-year-old Li Mountain in the Chen Lands. Although the relationship was not good, after so many years, the grudges he had had were long forgotten. It would be fine to meet him again.

With this thought in mind, he set off towards Mount Li.

However, when he passed through the Great Abyss Mountain, he was stopped by a person.

He said his name was Fei Lian. He was a Monstrous Monarch imprisoned in the Great Abyss Mountain. He had heard the story of the Taoist and that Hu'er. He wanted to invite the Taoist to the Great Abyss Mountain for a chat. After all, his body was sealed in the Great Abyss Mountain. He had used all of his abilities to separate out his divine sense to meet the Taoist. He could not last for long.

The Taoist pondered for a moment. After all, this Great Lord was a member of her clan. Out of guilt and nostalgia, the Taoist finally agreed to the invitation of the Great Lord and went to Great Abyss Mountain alone.

It was a conversation that lasted for a full hundred days.

No one knew what they had said, and few even knew that the conversation had taken place.

The only thing he knew was that after that conversation, a large wooden chest had appeared on the back of the Taoist. From then on, this wooden chest had never left the Taoist again.

…

"Meow!" Xuan'er woke up from her slumber. She realized that something was amiss. She stood up and let out a shrill roar at the figure standing in front of Xu Han's bed. Her hair stood up one after another like needles. She jumped up and landed in front of Xu Han's bed, staring at the figure with a vigilant expression.

This sharp howl caused Master Wei , who was divine wandering outside, to be pulled out of his thoughts.

"Shh." He made a silent gesture towards Xuan'er.

At this moment, Xuan'er saw the old man's appearance clearly. She recognized Master Wei , and the vigilance in her eyes slightly dissipated, but she still stood in front of Xu Han and was unwilling to leave.

Seeing this, Master Wei shook his head helplessly and reached out to drive Xuan'er away.

But just as his hand reached out, Xuan'er lit up her fangs and gritted towards Master Wei. Xuan'er's mind was clear. It knew that it was good just now, and that Aowu and Chu Chouli, who were still sleeping soundly at the moment, were also fine. The reason for this was probably because of what the old man in front of him called it.

Now that Xu Han was still unconscious, Xuan'er changed her usual docile behavior and became somewhat irritable.

Apparently, Master Wei did not expect it to be like this. His extended hand was bitten by Xuan'er's fangs, and blood oozed out from his fingers.

Master Wei was stunned when he saw the blood, and then he turned his head in disbelief to look at Xuan'er, who was still vigilantly staring at him.

This was the first time he carefully measured Xu Han's black cat.

Xuan'er, on the other hand, did not like to be sized up like this. She bent her body, and the black pupils in her amber eyes became long and narrow. A heavy and hoarse breath came out of her throat.

At this moment, Master Wei seemed as if he hadn't noticed Xuan'er's peculiarity. He stretched out his hand to grab Xuan'er in his arms.

As a result, there was a burst of flying chickens and dogs in the door. In the end, Master Wei still hugged Xuan'er in his arms. For this reason, there were a few scratches on his face and a lot of damage on his clothes. However, he did not seem to have noticed this. He carefully sized up the struggling black cat in his arms.

Suddenly, he seemed to have discovered something and his expression changed.

Immediately after, he lifted Xuan'er's body high up, and a look of joy appeared on his face.

"It's you! It's you!" As he said this, his expression was somewhat mad.

Xuan'er, who had struggled several times but failed, lowered her head, as if she was afraid of this old man who had lost his mind.

However, Master Wei was still unaware of this. He continued to say, "Yes, yes."

"If you're still here, then the road is still there!"

"We can go there, we can go there…"

As he spoke, tears suddenly gushed down from the corner of the old man's eyes, who had a smile on his face.

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