"However, your understanding potential is not something you can be proud of. You should guard against arrogance and impetuosity."

"The road travels slowly, don't fight about sooner or later."

"Does Wu Huo know?"

Qi Wuhuo cupped his hands and said, "Yes."

The old man looked at him with quite satisfied eyes. He pondered for a moment, and finally couldn't help the joy in his heart. He stroked his beard and promised:

"Wait until you really succeed."

"Maybe I will make an elixir for you myself."

"And you can watch."

"No confusion, encourage them!"

"Yes!!!"

A bright smile that truly belonged to a young man appeared on Qi Wuhuo's face.

He just felt that the old man was teaching him, and he just knew that the old man cared about him, so he was happy.

But I don't know how heavy the old man's calm words, "You came to watch while I was refining the elixir," really meant.

Time passes, but many things remain the same as before.

The night before departure, Qi Wuzhu cooked a lot of delicious dishes. In the morning of the next day, Qi Wuzhu brought well water early, washed his face, and then put on cleaner clothes.

I locked the doors and packed my bags, focusing on the white paper filled with the last wishes of the murdered souls, Tao Taigong's jade book, the only clue to my past experience, the waist badge of the Mingzhen Taoist Alliance.

Then a piano and a sword.

Apart from that, there is nothing else.

He turned around and walked out, closed his two wooden doors again, looked at home, turned around and saw the old man standing behind, stroking his beard, and the plum tree was in full bloom.

"Wuhuo, are you ready? If there are still some things you are not ready for, you can stay a little longer."

"No."

"Haha, let's go then."

"Come with me to visit friends."

The old man stroked his beard and smiled, leading Qi Wuhuo out. There was a lively feeling outside. The New Year was coming soon, and the town was also bustling. The butcher killed a pig and was shouting lively. The wine shop

It was some thin work, but with a lot of strength, he moved out such a large wine vat, opened the mud seal, and scooped out the wine with a gourd and gourd that was dried and then cut open.

The clean wine liquid fell down, and the aroma of the wine was so strong that people couldn't move.

The vendors who only appeared during the Chinese New Year also came with scarecrows filled with candies and candied haws, and the small carts were tinkling as they thought. Qi Wuhuo remembered that he liked these the most when he was a child.

When my parents are still alive, when my hometown is still alive.

The sound of play rang out, and the children, who only reached the boy's waist, ran and slapped towards the vendor, and passed by the boy in the opposite direction. The children smiled brightly, and the boy's clothes moved slightly, and his body stood straight.

The vendor bent down, took out the maltose with a smile, and the rattle on his belt moved in time.

The children collected some broken iron pieces, which they could exchange for a small piece of maltose from the vendor.

People were coming and going, everyone was talking about what delicious food they would eat during the New Year, and no matter who the distinguished guests were, they seemed not to notice the old and the young. The smoke of human beings floated from the cuffs of their sleeves.

, the old man stroked his beard and looked at the young man next to him, and asked with a smile: "It's the New Year's Day. It's so lively. Can you follow me out?"

Qi Wuhuo replied: "Yeah."

"I've been through this before."

"So, it doesn't matter."

The old man looked at him, smiled and sighed: "Huang Liang Yi Meng has ruined your reputation, but it also made some of your things stronger."

"Go to [false] and leave [real]."

"It's about cultivating the Tao."

"Then let's go."

"Um."

The young man took one last look at the lively town behind him, then turned around and was led by the old man. He was separated from these people who were full of the smell of red dust. He turned his back and walked away gradually. In the end, even the smoke from the cooking stove on his sleeves was like wind smoke.

They dispersed as if they were there, with a clean blue shirt, a sword case on his back, and a sword and a piano in the sword case. He was a fourteen-year-old boy with clean and gentle eyes.

He and the old man walked to the avenue together.

Slowly walked out of this town.

"Husband, is the person you want to meet close to you? Can we walk there?"

"Haha, it's both near and far, it's far and it's near."

"Wuhuo..."

"Come with me."

The old man stroking his beard looked at the young man next to him, made a pun, and said with a smile:
Chapter completed!