Gou is a soldier on the border

Chapter 192 Chen Li Effect
Li Mu led the way, and Wang Luo followed behind with Chen Yu. After flying for five or six miles, they landed on a platform behind the main peak.

On this ping, rows of exquisite houses are arranged in a well-organized manner, and some houses still have a little light in the windows.

Even at night, you can see the beauty of the surrounding scenery of this place.

"Who?"

The three of them had just landed when a female voice came from a distance.

"The disciple of the main peak, Li Mu, was ordered by my uncle to accommodate two guests."

"Oh, what level of room?"

As the voice gradually approached, a chubby middle-aged woman came out.

"Master He is good! What Uncle Yu means is heavenly." Li Mu saluted the woman and said respectfully.

The woman frowned.

"Heavenly level? Heh, what's the background, the son of which sect?"

"I heard it was introduced by an uncle surnamed Chen." Li Mu replied.

The chubby Uncle He frowned.

"There is no disciple named Chen in our generation."

While thinking, she led the three of them to the side.

"This is the sky-level guest room, and this No. [-] is your residence. Surnamed Chen? There is no one named Chen." She pointed to the building in front of her and said to Wang Luo.

Wang Luo looked at the guest room in front of him. He said it was a guest room, but it was actually a set of exquisite small courtyards.

There is even a rockery in the yard.

He took Chen Yu's hand and walked into the yard.

He was about to enter the yard when Martial Uncle He's voice suddenly came from behind him.

There was an unbelievable taste in the voice.

"Is it Chen Li?"

Wang Luo stopped.

"Auntie is Chen Li."

He turned around and found that Uncle He stayed in the same place, his fat body trembling slightly, and his eyes were filled with tears.

"Senior sister! Senior sister finally has news!"

She squatted down suddenly, covered her face with her hands, and just started crying.

Wang Luo reluctantly walked towards Uncle He.

"He Xianren, Auntie is doing well now, and her son will come here to participate in the selection soon."

Hearing this news, Uncle He suddenly stopped crying.

"She even has a son?"

Wang Luo nodded: "The biggest one is 23."

"23? She has been gone for 25 years, so how disheartened she must have been to accept the life of a mortal so quickly. We are sorry for her!"

Wang Luo's heart moved, maybe this is a good opportunity to understand the experience of my aunt in Shushan back then?

He let Chen Yu go in by himself, and walked to Martial Uncle He by himself.

Uncle He was still sobbing silently there.

"Would you like to try the wine from Auntie's hometown?" He took out a bottle of spicy whistle from his pocket and held it in front of Uncle He.

Uncle He looked at it with tears in his eyes, and took it over. With a wave of his finger, the mud seal broke off at the root.

She directly held the jar and poured it into her mouth.

Wang Luo silently sat beside her.

"He Xianren, why did my aunt leave Shushan so suddenly? When she was at home, she never talked about her time in Shushan."

Hearing this sentence, He Miao paused slightly, and then poured wine into her mouth more violently.

She poured half of a jar of wine in one go, and then stopped.

Such a bold and unrestrained way of drinking without spilling a single drop of wine made Wang Luo feel admiration for a while. . .

"then...."

He Miao said two words, then shook her whole body, and lay down on the ground like this.

Wang Luo turned pale with fright, hurriedly went over to take a look, and found out dumbfoundingly that she had drunk too much. . . .

"No, would this cultivator drink too much wine made by ordinary people?"

Hearing He Miao's soft snoring, Wang Luo had no choice but to take out a blanket to cover her up. It stands to reason that cultivators would not get sick because of the weather, but they can drink a lot. What if?
Looking at the sleeping He Xianren, Wang Luo sighed and walked into the courtyard.

What he didn't notice was that when he walked into the small courtyard, He Miao's originally even breathing suddenly became chaotic, and then returned to normal.

It is indeed the best guest room of the top sect, Wang Luo is very satisfied with everything in this small courtyard.

Seeing that Chen Yu had fallen asleep on the bed, Wang Luo returned to his room, walked to the table and sat down without feeling sleepy at all.

Then, a long sword appeared on the table in front of him.

Li Taibai is armed with a sword, and it is difficult to travel.

After the filming was finished that day, Wang Luo tried to pull it out with the handicap, but found that there was no response.

Even if he tried using Qinglian Sword Art, he failed.

He stared at the long sword wrapped in a green scabbard, thinking of other ways.

I tried the Shu Road Difficult Mind Method I got at Er Niu's house, and the Qinglian Sword next to me was moved by the wind, but there was still no response to the difficulty of traveling.

Wang Luo tried the tricks in the Knight's Walk again, but it didn't work.

"Could it be?" Wang Luo suddenly thought of a possibility.

When I got the Qinglian Sword, I got the Shu Dao Difficult Mind Method.

Could it be that each of Qinglian Sword Immortal's swords corresponds to a different set of minds?

So, whether it's a difficult journey or a knight's journey, there is a corresponding long sword?

"That's not right, then why is this sword called Qinglian Sword?" Wang Luo thought about this possibility, but the Qinglian Sword beside him made him feel that his guess was not accurate.

After trying other methods, Wang Luo resentfully accepted the difficulty of traveling into the ring.

"The big deal is that one day the system will send me a hard-to-travel method. I must solve this mystery. I can't spend millions of dollars to buy it and put it away."

When Wang Luo was about to go to bed, he went out to take a look again, and found that Uncle He had disappeared, and his blanket was lying on the ground, neatly folded there.

Wang Luo stepped forward to put away the blanket, looked up at the starry sky.

The stars are shining brightly in the sky, but Wang Luo's mood is not as beautiful as the stars.

"It seems that even in Shushan, there are many secrets that are unknown."

After sighing for a while, Wang Luo walked back.

Early the next morning, Wang Luo was awakened by footsteps outside the door.

To be precise, it came from outside the yard.

"Wang Luo?" A Wang Luo's very unfamiliar voice called him from outside the yard.

He opened the door and walked out. Sure enough, there was a middle-aged man outside who he didn't know at all.

"You are Wang Luo?" The man saw him and walked up directly.

Wang Luo felt a chilly sword energy from him, but it was not aimed at him.

He walked up to Wang Luo, with a square and rigid face with sharp edges and corners, showing no expression at all.

"I heard that you were introduced by Junior Sister Chen Li?"

Wang Luo took a step back subconsciously, he thought it was his aunt's enemy who came to him.

However, what this stern-faced middle-aged man said next surprised Wang Luo. ,

"Little Junior Sister... How has she been doing all these years?"

(End of this chapter)