C5

Yi Prefecture City, the cold wind was blocking the way, and the heavy snow was covering his eyes.

In the snowy path, there was an old man and a young woman who were moving against the wind. The snowflakes were like goose feathers, and when they were blown by the wind, they were like blade leaves, causing their faces to be in pain.

The old man thought to himself that if he wanted to dodge the cold wind and only focused on walking, he would have to jump left and right happily. The old Daoist robes fluttered wildly in the wind, and it was unknown if it was because the wind was strong or because the clothes were loose, but the young man would occasionally pull on his body.

The old man seemed to be annoyed by the wind and snow. He muttered to himself, "The heavens have no kin, and are often with the good. I have been a good person my whole life, but have come to experience the pain of the snow."

The youth said with a smile, "Master, the Dao returns: 'To the Void, quiet down.' This blizzard is the weather of nature, and it does not matter to the kind. Master laments the heavens, and thinks that just because the heavens are angry at you, it is a great mistake. "

The old man snappily said: "You little slut! Your teacher hasn't eaten for two days. Since you're so capable, why don't you go and give your teacher something to eat? "

The youth said, "You have been asking me to memorize books all day and have not taught me how to perform tricks! Furthermore, it is snowing heavily right now, and there are only a few passersby. It is impossible to fool them even if you wish to! "

The old man angrily replied, "If I don't steal it then I won't steal it. I have never tried to coerce or tempt anyone. Where did the words' cheating 'come from?" The teenager stuck his tongue out at him but didn't say anything. The old man continued, "There's a place to go up ahead. We should hurry up."

He seemed to have smelled the food.

The young man was even more happy, because in the past two months, the old man's nose had never failed once.

This master and disciple were none other than the old Daoist Master of the Green Continent, the little beggar Liu'er.

That day, the Daoist priest had forced himself to eat a biscuit for six days, and Liu'er had fought with him for half a day. In the end, because he was small, he was beaten up.

The two of them quickly turned the corner and walked forward for a while. Sure enough, they saw the front door of an inn was wide open and the four words Fortune Inn hung on the door. At this time, the wind had died down. The two of them gazed into the distance and saw a few figures dressed in martial attire sitting there, discussing something.

Daoist Xu Zhen said, "This is the place!" Liu'er was very happy to hear this. She quickened her steps and jumped towards the inn.

The waiter was busy preparing tea for the guests at the center table. Hearing a light sound coming from the door, he turned around and saw a fifteen to sixteen year old child jumping in and standing there, looking around.

The waiter sized him up and saw that he was dressed in filthy, disheveled, and unkempt clothing. The robe did not seem to belong to him, and it did not fit him at all. He decided he was a flower and shouted: "Where did this' Little Flower 'come from? Get out!" As he spoke, he hurried outside.

As they were rushing, they saw another old man standing outside the door. He was also dressed like a Daoist. The old man had white hair and a beard. His Daoist robe fluttered in the wind. At this moment, it was snowing heavily behind him, and the sky was covered in a vast expanse of whiteness. At first glance, the old man appeared to be a true Immortal that had descended into the mortal world.

The waiter was stunned as he heard the old Daoist say, "Infinity Empyrean! The saying goes, 'The base is the base, the base is the base'. Although our clothes are worn out, in the end … " He couldn't hear it clearly anymore.

It turned out that Daoist Voidgrace was very hungry, and his voice was weak. Once again, a fierce wind blew against him, dispersing his thoughts.

The waiter had initially thought that this old Daoist was a great deity who had descended upon this world, but who would have thought that this old Daoist would be someone who didn't even have the strength to speak? He glared at the old man and said, "If there's money for a meal or wine, come in!" With that, he left to take care of the other guests, ignoring the two.

The Daoist man didn't feel embarrassed at all. He stepped into the shop and looked around carefully. On a table in the corner sat a woman, half concealing her face, making her own tea and drinking water; on the table opposite was a huge, bearded man with a huge body and a huge body. On the table was an axe, and the man was eating a roasted chicken, which was dripping with saliva and crackling with food; the people sitting around the tables in the middle looked like peddlers.

The Daoist man shook his head, then looked over and saw a man and a woman sitting opposite each other at a table on the left. The man was wearing a great sword at his waist, but he was dressed like a martial artist.

There was only one person sitting on the right side of the table. It was a handsome young man around the age of twenty. He had thick eyebrows and big eyes, and he seemed to be in high spirits. He was dressed in white with blue and white embroidery on his sleeves. On the table in front of him was a nine-inch long fan. The fan was black in color and had a yellow jade tail. It looked very pretty. Although the black fan could not compare to the sword of the young master at the neighboring table, it emitted a faint, cold light.

From time to time, the youth would raise his head and look out the window, as if he was waiting for someone. The Daoist priest believed that this youth was the one who was treating him to a hearty meal, and he began to plan on what to do.

While he was talking, he suddenly heard a girl say, "What bad luck, why did two of them come in?!" The Daoist man looked over and the woman with the bronze mirror said, "Don't make them smell bad on my body, or else I won't be discouraged even if I kill them!"

The Daoist man did not pay any attention to him and continued to think of an idea to talk to the youth in charge of the fan. Liu'er, on the other hand, jumped up in anger. She scolded the woman, "Where did this yellow faced woman come from? Do not know shame!" For us to daub it down in public is not proper! "

The woman was angry, and being scolded like that, she turned around and shouted at the man beside her: "Young Master Wang! You must kill him! "

Young Master Wang comforted us, "Xiao Feng and I are here to admire the snow. Sister, don't be angry. I'll send them out right now. He then shouted to the waiter, "Hurry up and bring some food and wine to them and send them out. This young master will take care of you, don't ruin my mood!"

The waiter hastily replied, "Yes, yes, yes! Since Young Master Wang has said so, I will go and prepare some things! "

The Daoist man was trying to figure out how to get a meal out so that he could fill his stomach. He was overjoyed to hear the young master's words. He then shouted to the waiter, "Good wine, good dishes, quickly come!" He then cupped his hands and smiled to the young master Wang, "This young master is very dignified. I will leave immediately after eating."

However, Liu'er cried out, "Who wants to eat your rotten rice?" A man does not know that he is unworthy of being a man. Look at your pig face, how dare you look in the mirror! All the women in the world are more beautiful than you! "

In fact, Xiao Feng was quite pretty. However, Liu'er felt disgusted by her narcissism and even spoke rudely, which was why she scolded her so harshly. Upon hearing this, the Daoist sighed, thinking to himself that he was about to throw away his full meal.

The rest of the group thought that this child had a bit of courage, but his life was coming to an end.

Master Wang's face suddenly changed. "Shua!" He drew his sword from its scabbard. The body of the sword was still humming.

It was indeed a good sword, and it was unsheathed very quickly!

However, Xiao Feng stopped him and rushed to say, "Tell me, who can be as beautiful as me?"

What women care about most is not money, but that they are always prettier than others. Even if she cares a lot about money, it is because money makes them more beautiful.

Liu'er, of course, had never seen a beauty before. He rarely saw even women, so he didn't expect her to ask such a question. He was stunned as he said, "It's … it's …" He was hesitating, but he couldn't say anything.