Huainan Road, Yuzhou City, Jianghu Inn.

Since that brat left, the whole inn seemed to have become quiet.

Even though the inn was still crowded and I arrived a little late and there were no seats available, I still felt that something was missing.

Today, Uncle Liu is sitting behind the counter settling accounts. Mr. Bai has classes at Qingru Academy today, so he didn't come. Everything is as it was when the boy was still there, quiet and quiet, and the disputes in the world seem extraordinarily far away here.

When Uncle Liu took the account book, he accidentally opened a small booklet, which densely recorded the wine and food that the young shopkeeper had owed on credit over the years.

The little old man smiled knowingly and turned over the pages.

"Waiter, serve the wine!"

Black figures shuttled back and forth between the tables of drinkers, as if they were passing through a deserted land, with the wine and dishes on the wooden plate held in their hands not shifting at all.

After putting down the food and drinks, Gui Xiaoer stood at the foot of the stairs. As usual, there was always a young man standing side by side with him, chatting about interesting things about the world and looking at the people in the inn.

Standing next to him now was a beautiful woman with charming charm, which added a bit of heat to the stuffy heat in front of Xiao Man.

Such a woman is a sight to behold standing there.

In the lobby of the inn, many people from the world were sitting together in twos and threes, chatting about anecdotes about the world and making silly jokes that could only be told in this pure land.

"What's going on with Chef Wang? There haven't been any new dishes for a long time. Even if they serve spicy fish scales, we'll eat them!"

"That's right, if he uses up his talents, please give up the title of chef of Jianghu Inn. I can be the top chef at least!"

A table of guests complained with a smile, and then many people patted the table in agreement.

They were all frequent guests of the inn. They were tired from fighting in the arena and licking blood from their swords, so they could relax and entertain themselves like this.

The most melancholy thing is Wang Youyu. No one helps him when he makes new dishes. What's the point of being a chef like this?

Looking at the busy kitchen staff, Wang Xiaoyu sat by the kitchen window with his hands on his chin, looking at the scenery outside the window in boredom. He felt really melancholy.

"Without someone to support me, I don't have any sense of accomplishment..."

In the kitchen in the backyard, Wang Youyu was sitting by the window sill, listless. The sound of a large iron pot behind him and the splashing of oil seemed to have nothing to do with him as the chef. He just raised his head and looked at the sky.

The backyard, the study room, and the dark room where the memorial tablets are placed.

The big shopkeeper and Yan Xin stood in front of the incense table. Sandalwood scented them, but they didn't see the person they wanted to see.

"Are there no classes in the academy today?"

Yan Xin, who had white hair, wore a long red dress and had a half-broken arrow on her head, shook her head.

Compared with before, she is more stable, and this stability makes her temperament more settled. Time will really make a woman like her more attractive.

"Liu Rui also repaired the Qingbei Mountain Temple. I think so. After all, not everyone has the opportunity to be the parent of a mountain god in his previous life. If you have the opportunity to talk to the mountain god, you can bear it with Liu Rui's good fortune.

If they don't stop, it won't be a good thing for them if things continue like this, and something may happen."

The white-haired woman nodded. Now Yan Xin rarely talks except when giving lectures in the academy.

After a long time, the wine in the pot bottomed out. Yan Xin drank the last glass of wine and then said:

"How is Ziqing doing? Zhenjun Taixuan must have other motives for accepting her as his direct disciple. Aren't you curious?"

Wei Xiandao, the chief shopkeeper:

"I went to see Ziqing. Apart from her usual indifferent expression, I can feel that Lin Zhumao really likes this only direct disciple. He even gave the seal of Yuyu Tower to her."

Having the Yuyulou seal means that you can fully control Yuyulou, one of the seven magical weapons in the cave.

"Perhaps, Zhenjun Lin is about to get the chance to ascend, and he just wants to find a disciple who can inherit his mantle."

How long has it been since Jiuzhou heard rumors of an ascended immortal? Rumors that "there is no such thing as ascension at all" have spread among countless monks and warriors.

If the Heavenly Palace is nowhere to be seen, how can there be any talk of ascension?

Leave the darkroom and return to the earthly world.

"Some time ago, Ye Huanyu, the leader of the Children's Gang, came to see me, hoping to get help from my Jianghu Inn to search for a person with the help of my Jianghu Inn."

Although he had not asked about Jianghu for a long time, Yan Xin couldn't help but stop and ask when he heard that it was the leader of the Children's Gang who made the request personally.

"The Children's Gang is no weaker than Jianghu Inn. It is even better in some aspects. It seems that it is not an easy task to get that little girl to come and ask for help in person."

Speaking of this, Wei Xian showed a long-lost smile on his face.

"You don't know something. This little girl who is known as a god in the world has been favored by Zi Geng. He is very fond of Zi Geng. But because of his face, he came to see Zi Geng for so many years on the pretext of helping to find someone.

It’s just Geng, but it’s a pity that Zi Geng went out to travel around the world. Do you know that the little girl’s expression at that time was so ugly?”

The leader of the Boy's Gang, Ye Huanyu, is said to be a god not to be messed with by people in the world. Even the gods don't want to mess with such a little girl.

At that time, Yan Jiu, a Ren Yazi, fled into the Jianghu Inn to avoid being chased by the Boy's Gang. He was knocked unconscious by the young shopkeeper Wei Zigeng and thrown into the street. It was then that the Boy's Gang remembered the young shopkeeper named Wei Zigeng.

Ye Huanyu, in particular, fell in love with Wei Zigeng at first sight because of that incident. She was only eleven at that time. After that, due to her face, she didn't even see the boy for so many years.

"So, who is the person her Boy's Gang is looking for?"

Wei Xian's face suddenly became livid and he said:

"A cult called Shangsheng Cult. They do not practice magic. They believe in the so-called grafting of the body to escape from the mortal body and then ascend to immortality. And all the people who fall into their hands are in their late teens or in their prime.

None of the boys or girls ended up well, and according to what they said, the leader may be a monk who has reached the Great Perfection of the Fourth Realm and is proficient in medicine."

Hearing this, Yan Xin couldn't help but frown.

"A monk in the Great Perfection of the Fourth Realm, who is proficient in medicine? Looking across the nine continents, I can't think of anyone else except Xie Ning, the Emperor of the Song Dynasty in the Underworld. But she is a close friend of my sister, and I know her character very well, and she will definitely not be the one.

She must be a cult from overseas."

Yan Xin paused, thought for a moment and then continued:

"Or is it someone who ran away from Luojing Mountain? It is rumored that there are countless secret techniques in the Sword River Valley. Could it be that someone got something and did something evil?"

Wei Xian nodded.

"I couldn't figure it out either, so I threw this problem to Zi Geng, told her Zi Geng's route, and let her find it on her own. Facts have proved that my decision was right. The little girl left without staying for a moment after hearing this.

Well, I think we should be arriving at Yuezhou City soon."

The two looked at each other and smiled.

Outside the city, on the shore of Shuijun Lake, a girl wearing a white robe, carrying a pure black narrow-mouthed long knife, with an expressionless face, stood quietly on the old willow tree.

A young man, wearing a white robe and a jade hairpin, stood side by side with the girl.

The young man pointed at the vast and boundless Shuijun Lake and said:

"Disciple, what do you think is at the bottom of the lake?"

The girl heard the sound and ran away, only to see nothing on the calm lake, and the water was calm and peaceful.

The girl shook her head and said:

"Master, I don't see anything strange."

Lin Zhumao, who was wearing a white robe and a hosta, waved his hand, and the lake began to boil. The white mist gradually settled on the lake surface and lingered for a long time.

At this moment, the black dragon, which had been hiding at the bottom of the lake since he knew that Lord Taixuan was visiting, could no longer bear the pain of being boiled by the boiling water. It finally jumped out of the lake and circled above it, feeling the pain.

Only then did it slow down.

The dragon came out of the lake and splashed countless water, turning into bursts of mist three feet in front of Lin Zhumao and Lin Zhumao. The girl Wei Ziqing's expression changed slightly when she saw the scene in front of her, but in the end it turned into an ancient well.

In mid-air, Jiaolong lowered his head and looked fearfully at Lin Zhumao, who was wearing a white robe and a white jade hairpin.

Taixuan Zhenjun said:

"Beast, what's the use of lurking here for so many years? Someone said that he would take you away to transform into a dragon? It's a pity that he died, how many years do you have to live? If you don't transform into a dragon and condense the dragon beads, you may not be able to survive.

Here’s a chance.”

The black dragon's eyes were slightly humane and a little disappointed. There was once a young man who could hear his own whining and promised that he might have the opportunity to take him away from the dragon in the future, but he died.

Just when he was disappointed, Lin Zhumao's next words made the black dragon widen his eyes.

"I'm going to have a chance encounter with you. It's up to you, you beast, to agree or not?"

"The sword in my disciple's hand lacks a sword spirit. As long as you become her sword spirit, my disciple will come to Japan and return from the rivers and lakes. I will grant you the position of Shuibo Zhengshen, how about it?"

Seeing that it had not moved for a long time, Taixuan Zhenjun Lin Zhumao said in a slightly sullen tone:

"I don't need to discuss it with you. If you, a beast, were not related to my old friend, I would have ripped out your marrow and put it into this long knife in my disciple's hand."

Jiaolong knew that the young man in white robes and jade hairpin in front of him was fully capable of this.

A low voice sounded, but the dragon could not be seen speaking, only its voice could be heard.

"Is what Lord Zhenjun said true?"

Lin Zhumao was already a little impatient at this time. Just when the big hands above his head were about to grab Jiaolong, the latter immediately turned into a wisp of black air and penetrated into the long black narrow-mouthed knife in Wei Ziqing's hand.

The long knife vibrated, and the girl almost lost her hand. Lin Zhumao did not offer any help. When the girl was running the Qi in her body, a more domineering Qi force washed away the long knife. Beads of sweat oozed from her forehead. After a long time, the long knife

Only then did calm return.

Lin Zhumao looked at the direct disciple beside him with a doting expression and nodded.

"I have said that when my disciple returns from the world, I will definitely allow you to be given the position of Shuibo Zhengshen. Don't worry, I rarely promise anything to others, so I will never break my promise."
To be continued...