At this time, the disciple of the Wang family of Langya was already a little impatient, and the sharp aura of the sword in his hand flashed. A spiritual aura floated out.

Qingshu, who was shouting on the side, looked at the guest with a dazed expression and his palms could not stop trembling.

But I heard the sound from the car.

"Wait a moment."

"clear."

The sword guard closed his eyes, the sword energy returned to the sheath, and continued to close his eyes and rest.

Inside the carriage, a young woman in fox fur coat walked out, her face was red with cold...

But except for the face, it is warm and tight, wrapped in animal skin.

"They are so pitiful..." The young woman looked at these people and felt pity for her: "What's wrong with them? Why are they so thin?"

"These untold people will naturally become thin if they don't eat." The groom said flatteringly, but was stopped by a sharp look.

The groom hurriedly shut up, slapped himself, bent his waist lower than anyone else.

A groom should not be overruled.

"Don't eat anything? Why don't they eat meat?" the woman said blankly: "If you eat meat, you won't be hungry."

The groom dared not answer.

"Miss is kind-hearted and can't stand this scene. People come and drive them away..."

A handsome man in the carriage said lightly.

"Hey, that's not what I mean." The woman stopped him coquettishly: "It's so pitiful that they don't eat meat, so thin."

"Brother, help me share the pastries left over today with these poor people."

"Oh, my sister is kind-hearted... Let her do what she ordered, you go and distribute the pastry to them."

"yes."

"Okay, sister, go in Xiangyan, don't be cold outside. This time we head north together, and uncle is still waiting for us."

"Um..."

The sword-holder took the pastry respectfully, then turned around and threw the pastry to the ground with disgust.

The fine pastries left in the incense celery were dumped on the ground, and the civilians around rushed forward, including the old beggar.

The immortal in the sword that pointed to the mountain with one finger, and now he used his head to grab the pastry residue that fell all over the floor.

Everyone was like a dog, swallowing pastries and soil into their stomachs. Only one little beggar took back the pick-up pastries for the old beggar who couldn't move.

The mother with children, along with the soil, was fished up and prepared to take it back to her children.

Then, someone who grabbed the food kowtowed with gratitude.

"Miss...Miss is a living Bodhisattva!"

"Living Bodhisattva... can give us a bite of food... I have never eaten such a good thing in my life..."

"Bodhisattva, Bodhisattva..."

Until the Xiangyan carriage had left, these people were still crying for gratitude.

Including Qingshu, who was already skinny, kowtowed and flattered, his face was covered with blood, and he was also grateful to the pastry discarded by the Wang girl.

He didn't look like the shocking sword immortal at that time, he was just a poor worm who could only kowtow and flatter.

After tears of gratitude, Qingshu once again joined the battle group of remaining pastries.

"Get out! Get out! Do you dare to snatch me? Get out of here!" Qingshu pushed the people around him away.

As a cultivator, his biggest advantage is that he can grab food faster and more ruthlessly when he is scrambling for food.

When the "Bodhisattva" of the Wang family of Langya walked away, the place gradually returned to the appearance of everyone walking corpses, begging and wandering.

As if there is no hope.

Li Wei came to Qingshu.

At this time, Qingshu was gnawing on the pastry-flavored soil, and even... she was still enjoying it.

Li Wei said softly.

"Master Qingshu..."

When he heard his lyrics, the old quit in front of him seemed to be shocked.

This name greatly stimulated him.

Lao Qi looked back with a trembling face and muttered: "Impossible...Impossible...Absolutely impossible!"

In this era, it is impossible that someone still knows this name.

However, Li Wei stood in front of him.

A, some young Taoist.

But there are a pair of eyes that see through the world and see through all causes and effects.

who is he?

Qingshu rolled and crawled backwards.

"You...Who are you...I...I've never seen you..."

"I have seen you." Li Wei whispered: "When you were on the mountain of Shu and broke with Xu Qing, I have witnessed you from the side and saw you pointing to the world and the world."

Crazy-

Qingshu sat on the ground with his butt, with a crying and laughing expression.

"Impossible...Impossible...Is that already two hundred years ago? Or a hundred years ago? I...I can't remember clearly. You can't live that long, you can't live that long!"

"Xu Qing? Who is Xu Qing? Qing Shu? Who is Qing Shu? Who is Qing Shu? Who is the sword aimed at the heaven, earth and earth? Who is that? I don't know, I don't know!"

The old beggar swung his body like crazy, as if he was crazy, and no one around dared to get close to him.

Even though he was muttering about a hundred years ago, people only thought it was a crazy man's muttering, and they would not think that he was the sword immortal who was wielding his sword to firmly believe in the road in his heart.

Li Wei could only whisper in his ear gently.

"The Taishang Star will respond without stopping. It will drive away evil spirits and bind charms, protect life and body. Wisdom will be clear and the mind will be peaceful. The three souls will be permanent and the soul will not be depressed."

The mantra of the mind purifying mantra sounded, making Qingshu's mind no longer so crazy.

The bloodshots burst out in the eyes and the mind became clear, all the memories that had experienced, the glorious, the pain, and the memories were emerging one by one.

From the bottom of his heart, he felt that it would be better to be the old beggar, and he would come more easily, at least he would not have to bear such pain...

Looking at Li Wei in front of him, everything in front of him began to blur.

The figure of the young Taoist gradually overlapped with the figure of the Taoist he only glanced at on Shushan.

It is obviously different in appearance, but the figures overlap.

Is it...he? The Taoist who went down the mountain with Senior Brother Xu Qing, the Taoist who had always looked silently and said nothing more.

Wasted years, time dyed all the wind and sand. Who else did he know back then and who could have come to this day?

If nothing unexpected happens, the senior brother would have turned into wind and sand and penetrated into the soil.

Even if a sword cultivator does not die, he will not live long.

He lived to this day because of an accident. The sword cultivator of his generation is already dead.

The Shushan generation that year may be the only one who lives like dust.

At this moment, Qingshu looked at the Taoist in front of him and murmured.

"Who are you...they're the one? You didn't look like this at that time. You were obviously... just a mortal."

Li Wei said lightly.
Chapter completed!