Immortal and Demon Cultivation

Chapter 84 Chanting

The handsome man in white showed a bit of pain on his face, but also seemed to have a bit of tenderness and attachment.

He chanted slowly in his mouth: "The sword without edge, the thought of cutting off the dust, can be cut continuously in three lives and seven lives.

Reincarnation is painful, beauties are far away, no one will accompany you on the road to the end of the world.

The beauty has died and the flowers have faded. I only want to sleep with you forever.

The sky is vast and the mortal world is noisy. What does immortality have to do with me?

A pot of wine and a sword, why is it so difficult? "

The singing voice of the man in white became more and more hoarse and desolate, almost as if his soul was about to shed tears. Sad tears were filled with tears of infinite longing and nostalgia for his lover.

Only those who have experienced excruciating and heartbreaking pain can sing such a heart-stirring poem that makes me cry.

How much did he love the former Fairy of Nian Nian?

How much courage did he take to stab Fairy Duan Nian with the sword on Duantian Cliff?

No one knows the torment and pain this man in white has endured for the past six thousand years. Perhaps his soul is gone, but this is also a long-awaited relief for him.

Suddenly, the wind blew up in this illusory space, and the sound of the man in white chanting in pain echoed around him, lingering for a long time, as if God felt sad for him.

Ye Xiaochuan was stunned. He seemed to vaguely feel the heart-rending pain in the heart of the man in white, and two lines of tears fell involuntarily from the corners of his eyes.

His mind echoed over and over again: "Reincarnation is painful, beauties are far away, who will accompany you on the road to the end of the world? Beauty tears, flowers are withered, what does immortality have to do with me? The sky is boundless, the mortal world is noisy, I only hope to sleep with you forever." A pot of wine and a sword, why is it so difficult..."

The moment he raised his head, the figure of the man in white suddenly became very illusory. At the same time, the man in white slowly said: "My soul will disperse, and my memory will be merged into your memory. I hope you can agree to my request, thank you, young man."

These were the last words that Ye Xiaochuan heard the man in white say. Immediately afterwards, the remnant soul of the man in white turned into a wisp of smoke and disappeared into his head.

"ah!"

Ye Xiaochuan screamed, holding his head in his hands and suddenly sitting up.

Surrounded by a familiar scene, the gray roof, the creaking wooden bed, the worn wooden table, and the portrait of the God of Wealth on the wall.

"Is it a dream?"

He rubbed his head and realized that he had been lying in the dilapidated room that belonged to him. Everything that happened just now seemed to be just a dream.

He saw the edgeless ancient sword placed beside him. He reached out to grab the scabbard and suddenly took out the sword. The edgeless ancient sword was as usual, nothing unusual.

"It turns out it was really a dream, such a real dream."

He got out of bed, opened the door and walked out. The clouds in the west were golden and brilliant. Was it already dusk? How long have you been unconscious?

His memory still only stayed at the moment when he fought with Sun Yao in the ring yesterday. He saw Sun Yao once again activate the Qiankun sword, and saw the edgeless ancient sword in his hand, like the legendary demon. Generally, it sucked his blood instantly.

As for many things that happened later, he didn't remember. He didn't know how he got back to the room, and he didn't know whether he won or lost the battle between himself and Sun Yao.

He called out several times: "Master, old drunkard~", but there was no echo from the drunken Taoist's house, so he must not be in the house.

Ye Xiaochuan felt hungry and saw that it was already dusk, so he planned to go to the nearby canteen to find some preserved fruit.

Suddenly, there was a knocking sound on the dilapidated wooden door of the small courtyard. Ye Xiaochuan ran over and opened the wooden door, and saw a short and fat young man who was quite familiar to him standing at the door. There were several large carts, and there were many large wine jars half as tall as a man on the large carts. The rich aroma of wine immediately filled the air.

"Senior Brother Liu!"

When Ye Xiaochuan saw this short and fat young man, he secretly cried out: "It's terrible;"

A few days ago, I made a lot of money by auctioning Yun Qiyou's red hairpin and purse at Guanggnatang Black. At that time, with a wave of my hand, I bought dozens of jars of Zhuangyuanhong from Brother Liu, who was reselling wine on the black market, and also paid a lot of money. I paid a deposit of three hundred taels of silver.

I didn't expect that Senior Brother Liu would be so nimble and deliver the number one red wine he had ordered so quickly.

However, he was penniless at the moment. All his money had been robbed by Yun Qiyou the night before, and his pockets were now cleaner than his face.

The short and fat Senior Brother Liu narrowed his eyes and said with a smile: "Junior Brother Xiaochuan, I have long seen that you are definitely not a thing in the pool. Congratulations on your promotion to the top forty. Your opponent tomorrow's cultivation level is not as good as Sun Yat-sen's. As for Yao, it seems that your entry into the top ten is just around the corner!"

Ye Xiaochuan was stunned for a moment, then said in surprise: "Senior Brother Liu, what did you say? I entered the top forty? Did I defeat Sun Yao?"

As soon as these words came out, Senior Brother Liu and the dozen or so handyman disciples behind him were slightly startled. Senior Brother Liu said: "Junior Brother Xiaochuan, please stop making fun of me. Yesterday you showed off your power and defeated Sun Yao. Thousands of pairs of eyes They’re all watching.”

Ye Xiaochuan scratched his head, feeling even more suspicious. He tried hard to recall what happened in the ring, but the memory in his head was almost blank and he couldn't remember anything.

At this time, Senior Brother Liu saw that Ye Xiaochuan was in a daze, and ordered a dozen boys behind him to bring in all the wine.

Ye Xiaochuan came back to his senses and laughed dryly: "Um... Senior Brother Liu, we have known each other for a long time. Last time I ordered the top prize from you, can the balance be delayed for a few days?"

Senior Brother Liu frowned and said: "Junior Brother Xiaochuan, what are you talking about? Didn't you pay the balance this morning?"

Ye Xiaochuan was shocked and said: "I paid? How is it possible! The balance requires hundreds of taels of silver. I don't have a single copper coin on me. What can I pay?"

Senior Brother Liu took out an envelope from his arms and handed it to Ye Xiaochuan, saying: "Xiaochuan, Junior brother, you are confused, take a look..."

Ye Xiaochuan took the envelope and pulled out a piece of white letter paper from it, on which there was a line of beautiful and round words: "The final payment of the champion, Ye Xiaochuan."

Senior Brother Liu said: "When I woke up this morning, this letter and the silver for the final payment were at the head of my bed. Junior brother Xiaochuan, you are not amnesia, are you?"

Ye Xiaochuan's face changed in an instant. The words on the letter paper were many times more beautiful than his shabby words. The font was beautiful and round, as if it was written by a woman, not by him.

However, Ye Xiaochuan was the kind of person who would not suffer any loss if he ate everything, and would take advantage of everything if he did not take anything. Since someone had already paid the final payment, he would certainly not make trouble for no reason.

He put the letter paper in his arms, and swaggered to command those errand disciples, shouting: "Listen to my highest command, move all the wine to the wine cellar next to the kitchen, be careful, don't bump into anything!"