Big Moon Ballad

Chapter 1181 Delivered
The man carrying the bamboo basket silently looked at the man lying on the ridge of the field, feeling a little speechless.

I am afraid that only ignorant children would regard that person as a "fairy".

The man was lying on a pile of rotten rice stalks. The bamboo cloth robe on his body was covered with dust and could not see its original color. There was a bamboo hairpin tied to his messy white hair. The long thing looks like a homeless man in the city who hasn't asked for food for three days.

Still the old kind.

The man on the side of the road lifted the bamboo basket on his back and walked past the children without looking sideways.

However, the moment he walked over, the children suddenly screamed, and a big hand with blue veins pierced through the gap between the children's calves, and precisely grabbed the ankle of the passing man.

The man carrying the bamboo basket stopped, looked down at the big hand holding his ankle, and looked helplessly at the old homeless man lying on the ground with his eyes closed.

"what's up?"

"Long time no see," the homeless man lying on the ground lazily opened his eyes, "People can leave, but the wine stays."

The man suddenly opened his eyes, and his eyes were actually golden!
The children stared into his eyes, and suddenly screamed and scattered.

"Mother, there is a ghost!"

There was no one around the two big men.

Under the moonlight, the tramp's eyes slowly faded back to their original lighter color.

The man with the bamboo basket on his back watched quietly, and said speechlessly, "Is it fun to scare children?"

"It's just a side effect of the turtle's breathing exercise." The homeless man rolled over and sat up, waving his hands. "I didn't do it on purpose. I haven't eaten for three days. If I didn't use the turtle's breathing exercise, I would have passed out from hunger."

What's the difference between you being like this and fainting from hunger?
The man carrying the bamboo basket looked down at the skinny man in front of him, and his original appearance appeared in front of him.

They are all people who have been thrown into this world.

But I have to say that the one on earth who has turned himself into a ghost and a ghost over the years is the saddest one.

The man carrying the bamboo basket raised his head slightly, looking at the bright moon in the sky, with a trace of unbearable in his eyes, he reached out and untied the wine gourd from his waist, and threw it into the arms of the man on the ground.

"I still have something to do." He carried the bamboo basket on his back, "Excuse me."

"Wait," the homeless man opened the wine gourd, took a swig, and said vaguely, "We haven't seen each other for so many years, why don't we chat more?"

"Really? How many years has it been?" The man in the bamboo basket let out a breath.

Both were silent, obviously not wanting to recall that year.

"It's been eight years," the tramp said after a pause, "but I've been drunk for a year, and I don't really remember the exact year."

Looking at the moonlit path ahead, the homeless man's misty eyes sharpened, "Look at the direction of the road ahead, are you going to Ruyang City?"

"Yes," the man in the bamboo basket said lightly, "Look at the direction you lie on your back, are you too?"

The two men fell silent again.

"What year is this year?" The homeless man looked at the things in the bamboo basket on the man's back, "Will you send those two things?"

"Well," said the bamboo basket man, "the time has come."

"Speaking of which..." The bamboo basket man looked at the long thing in the homeless man's arms, and frowned, "Where's yours?"

He thought that what the homeless man was holding was a sword, but when he looked carefully, he found that the thing had no hilt and was shorter than the sword.

"Lent it to my apprentice," the homeless man mumbled while drinking, "I went to Ruyang this time to find her."

"Practitioners participating in the middle-level ceremony?" The man in the bamboo basket said speechlessly, "The middle-level ceremony is almost over, isn't it?"

Looking at the man on the ground who has been wandering for a long time, how long has he been walking?

"I should have arrived a month ago," the tramp sighed. "It's just that I was called by the mountain ghost halfway, asking me to bring him something here."

"Shan Gui..." Hearing this name, the bamboo basket man stared blankly for a moment.

Three lines converge, what happened this year?
He couldn't help but look at the things in the homeless man's arms, and the next moment he forced himself to look away.

Is it eight years?

They have waited too long.

"How long will it take you to recover?" the bamboo basket man asked coldly.

Now he probably understands why this person on the ground is so embarrassed. This person probably used up all his true energy along the way to hide the aura of the thing in his arms. It is better to say that from Houliao to Soochow, this person can escort this thing here safely. , has been pretty scary.

No wonder the mountain ghost wanted to find him.

On the Shanhai Continent, I am afraid that only this man can do this.

"About... two more days?" The homeless man threw away the empty jug, "A day soon."

"I don't have time to wait for you, I'm going into the city tonight," the bamboo basket man said flatly, "See you by fate."

After speaking, he left without delay.

The homeless man put his hands on his knees and stared after him as he left.

If they ever did see each other again, it was only when his haunted dreams could become real.

"But... have Xiao Ange and Xiao Qingyuan grown up?" Seeing the two things shaking in the man's bamboo basket, the homeless man grunted and scratched his gray hair.

"I'm old."

……

……

On the cold mountain, night falls.

When, when, when.

The bell of the end echoed in the night.

But this is not the bell for the end of the round of 32, it is the bell for the end of the round of [-].

There was no suspense in the last game of the top 32. He Lianyan won in just one breath.The battle on the stone platform broke into the top sixteen without any pause.

Under the stone platform, the open mouths of the people have never had a chance to close.

Just after the top 32 battle ended, the stone platform once again ushered in several times of wind, rain and shock, and even the formation was hit with many cracks, and amidst the fierce shock, the first day of the Soochow Intermediate Ceremony in the Seventh Year of the Warring States Period The curtain fell.

Among the hundreds of bruised practitioners, those sixteen were born.

The final 16.

Countless accidents happened today, and many practitioners that everyone was optimistic about failed to stay, but there were also many unexpected practitioners who entered the next day.

Among them was the woman.

Her victory in the round of 32 has already caught everyone by surprise, but what is even more unexpected is that she can continue to win in places they couldn't imagine.

Everyone raised their heads and looked at the scrolls rolling down from the stone platform.

The last sixteen of the Soochow Intermediate Ceremony, the final winner is.

Xirong Helianyan, Huyanxie, and Huyannu.

Southern Chuji Jiashu, Chen Zihan, Xu Yishan.

Soochow Li Ji, Hanshan Academy disciples Lu Xingchen, Hua Nianfeng.

Later Liao Murong Feixing and Murong Feilan.

Meng Shi, Mo Hua, Xu Bingqing, He Lancheng of the Northern Wei Dynasty.

And the former Qin princess.

Ying Baoyue.

(End of this chapter)