kvmb Chapter 544: Meeting Wang Jue Again
Chapter 544: Meeting Wang Jue Again
Seeking change for 520 years, Li Changxiao has been away from the secular world for more than ten years. He has been to many places and seen many landscapes along the way. Countless people have passed by him in life and death, fate and destiny.
His sense of truth and falsehood gradually faded, and his appearance remained the same. He would often stop suddenly, look around, and say to himself: "The world has become smaller again."
Before the great changes, a journey that took more than ten days could now be completed in five or six days. However, he seemed to be the only one in the world who was willing to observe and measure the journey with his own feet.
The world has been even less peaceful recently. Those at the Spirit Transformation stage and above are considered masters, while the Core Formation and Nascent Soul stages are the main groups of cultivators. If a careful count is made, at least 40 to 50 percent of cultivators remain at this level.
This was the heyday of spiritual energy. In the ancient times when spiritual energy had not erupted, the mainstream groups were those who had reached the foundation building and dan formation stages. But now, in the world of Fuyao, it was almost impossible to find a dan formation stage. Even if there were any, they had to have many adventures and coincidences to barely maintain their lifespan.
But it is definitely in a withered appearance, no longer as magnificent as it once was. After traveling for more than ten years and witnessing with my own eyes the miserable scenes of Nascent Soul cultivators dying, the memory still lingers in my mind.
At this desperate moment, he heard that the world was in turmoil, the storm was gathering, Nanzhenhai Tower was attacked, and the battle for the fragments of the Heavenly Dao was still unclear.
Everyone in the world is a solitary boat, and everyone is a solitary boat.
Li Changxiao gradually realized that he had been wandering for more than ten years just for the opportunity to refine the void, for the inexplicable Tao essence, and for the subtle feeling that was always just a little bit short. He was only waiting for a certain moment, and then he could fall asleep and break through.
Maybe tomorrow, maybe the day after tomorrow...
Maybe it was very fast, or maybe it was very slow. How could one explain the matter of cultivation clearly? Especially in the world of absolute spirituality, cultivation was even more difficult.
Another year passed in this blur. During this year, Li Changxiao heard a piece of news. When the news reached his ears, even he could not remain calm.
Nanzhenhai Tower collapsed.
It is said that it was a clan of mermen with evil ambitions who used their great supernatural powers and magic to summon huge waves that covered the sky and hit the Zhenhai Tower. One wave rolled in and another hit, and finally knocked down the Zhenhai Tower, which had stood for who knows how many years and was the result of countless efforts and countless military exploits.
There are 3,800 treasures in the building, but the halo of the treasure has faded. Without the protection of the suppressor, the magic weapon is being eroded by time and infected by the world at a very fast speed.
Looking at the situation of the human race, their lifespan is short and most of the strong are at risk of dying. Although the reforms are effective, they have been stagnant for a long time.
The collapse of Zhenhai Tower at this time undoubtedly stirred up the storm, causing the monks to... all head south.
Li Changxiao looked up at the sky. Where the wind and clouds met, thousands of black thunders had accumulated. They were rapid, violent, and terrifying. It was also in this year that an ancestor in the fusion stage stood up and officially declared war on the mermaids.
The old ancestor called on all the old disciples, if there were any left, to rush to the shores of the South China Sea.
The ancestor's words shocked heaven and earth and were widely circulated among the cultivators.
"It's hard to keep Ling Tian on a sickbed."
So and so...
Not only were there clouds gathering in the sky, but also on the ground, people were surging like a tide, with an earth-shaking momentum. Li Changxiao wandered around the world, seeking enlightenment and seeking integration. The number of cultivators who passed by him gradually increased.
This day.
He simply stopped and opened a small wooden shed near a group of mountains and swamps.
It was not enough to shelter him from the wind, and barely enough to keep him out of the rain, so he went to a remote town and bought some pots, pans, and various fruit and vegetable seeds. In this way, he became a small roadside vendor selling tea and fruit.
The swordsman was proud that he had turned the tables. If he was short of money, he didn't have to think of guarding the house or selling his body. He could live a comfortable and carefree life with a penny for a sip of tea and three pennies for a melon.
Not to mention, there were quite a lot of customers on weekdays, forcing Li Changxiao to expand the store. He also went to the nearby hills to cut down some wood, split it into pieces, and made tables and chairs.
It was placed outside the wooden shed. There were two tables and ten chairs, which was enough. He sat on a bench where he could lean back and watch the sky and the clouds.
His small shop was bustling with people, and he could earn about a hundred copper coins a day, and even more if he was lucky.
The guests were a mix of immortals and mortals, and brought news from all sides. Of course, since it was a business, troubles were always inevitable, especially this kind of business of entertaining others.
Once, a swordsman passed by the tea and fruit shop and saw the big, rosy fruit. He wanted to buy it for three cents, but the shop owner, who was wearing a white shirt and sleeping on a bench, refused to buy it, saying that the fruit was for him and it would be a pity to sell it. The swordsman was so angry that he smashed the table and left.
There was once a monk heading south. He had a hard journey. When he passed by a small shop, he asked for a glass of water and drank it heartily. Then he saw the shopkeeper had an elegant appearance, so he asked a few questions and found out that he was also a monk.
Immediately, he mocked and said that he was a worthless cultivator. When the Zhenhai Tower collapsed, many cultivators fled to the south, unwilling to be bedridden. But this boss was so good. The world was in such a critical situation, but as a cultivator who had been blessed by heaven and earth, he did nothing. He just set up a small shop on the roadside and begged for a few cents...
If not a coward, then what is he?
As he said this, the monk slapped down the three copper coins and left angrily. Li Changxiao walked to the table, put the three copper coins into his pocket, and watched the monk leave with a gentle smile on his face. He was not angry about it.
He's about to break through...
At the latest in the next few years.
If not for this, he would also like to go south to take a look.
Although all things went against one's will, Li Changxiao's small shop was still doing a booming business. People in the surrounding area gradually knew that the owner of the small shop, who sold tea and fruit, was a handsome young man.
Occasionally, they would come to ask for some tea, joke with him, and chat with him. Gradually, Li Changxiao had to carry an axe to the mountain early in the morning to chop some wood and build a few tables and benches.
We also need to make a fence to firmly enclose the fruit garden, as there are more and more fruit thieves. Recently, there is a melon that is growing well and must not be stolen.
Spring turns to summer, summer turns to autumn, and autumn turns cooler to winter.
It's like this every day, every year.
During major festivals on earth, fireworks flashed in the sky from time to time.
Li Changxiao sat alone in the small shop where the cold wind was blowing. He broke open a melon, poured tea, wine, salt and vinegar into it all at once, stirred it well and drank it.
"Master, are you really not going to visit Zhenhai Tower?" Yu Luosha's almost unreal voice echoed in his ears.
"I'm about to break through, why should I go?" Li Changxiao muttered to himself. He felt that the saltiness was too light, so he picked up a handful of salt and sprinkled it on the melon, saying something ambiguous, "Live one more day, is that one more day?"
"It's been long enough." Yu Luosha muttered to herself.
……
coming year.
I heard that the small shop that was doing a booming business was going to close down soon. It would sell all the fruits and vegetables in the fields at a low price and then close down.
As soon as the news came out, they were quickly sold out. Only one was left, which was big and round, and must be very sweet, so I didn't sell it at a low price, but kept it for myself.
Li Changxiao put away all the extra tables and chairs, leaving only one. After finishing the melon, he would say goodbye to this place.
"Hakka, I want your melon, give me one."
A voice sounded behind him.
Li Changxiao turned around and didn't know what to say for a moment. The last customer of his tea shop was actually an acquaintance.
When they turned around, their eyes met, and the other party was obviously surprised, "Is it you?"
"It's me." Li Changxiao nodded, "Brother Wang, long time no see."
His eyes fell on the other person's face, which was a face that looked heroic but also had an old look.
From the sharp facial features, there is still a bit of arrogance in the eyes. Although he has changed a lot, he can still be vaguely recognized as a person with a surname of Wang and a given name of Jue. He is a genius.