After twenty years of cultivation and cultivation, all industries in the Northwest Road have flourished. Even though the prohibition on alcohol has not relaxed at all, there are not many restaurants in Zhucheng District, but there are more.

Juyuan Pavilion is a new restaurant that has only been opened in recent years. It is located in a corner of Dongcheng District and is quite far from the eight major streets in the city. Although it covers a huge area, the location is really not good.

But its business was really good. It was just before noon, but the seats were full. Not only the elegant seats upstairs, but the hall was also crowded.

At this moment, hundreds of drinkers sat down, but there was no noise in the restaurant, and everyone was looking at the platform in the hall.

"But the Longyuan Guard and a group of martial arts masters rushed into the underground palace to clear the demonic charm!"

"Who is the one in Longyuan Guard? That is the elite of the three 27 palaces of Longyuan, the millions of troops, and they are all fierce gods who come out of the sea of ​​blood!

I saw them lined up with each other, and they were like sword lights like forests and sword energy like seas, killing them so hard that the sky was dark!”

...

On the high platform, a storyteller stood in a folding fan. He saw his hair gray and his face clear, but his voice was loud and sluggish. Cooperating with the ventriloquists behind the screen, the expressions of the drinkers changed, sometimes worried and sometimes soothing.

"... Suddenly, a loud shout came from deep in the underground palace, like a ghost crying and howling, which shocked the heroes to fight and unstable their footholds!

The commander of the Longyuan Guard looked at him and felt a sudden heart. The drought-bar girl is more than three feet tall, with a round waist of eight feet and eight arms and three heads. She is simply hideous and ferocious!"

Bang!

Xingmu knocked at the right time, and the storyteller smiled slightly and bowed with the folding fan:

"The sun is in the sky, and it is noon. I won't disturb you all the guests for dinner. If you want to listen to the funeral, please come tomorrow!"

While speaking, the storyteller had already stepped down from the high platform.

A group of drinkers were shouting and applauding, and some people were excited when they wanted to get up, but they were pulled by their companions around them.

"Don't want to live anymore? This master is a friend who was in the last moments of time with the prince, so he hates him..."

The companion whispered, and when he saw the gentleman's gaze, he immediately stood up, offered scattered silver, nodded and retreated.

"Go slowly."

He weighed the silver, Li Eryi smiled. He had eaten the storytelling meal for most of his life, so how could he care about this offense?

He held his fists and smiled to the sixth floor. He finished his storytelling early today. It was not that he had fun, but that Yang Yu was here.

On the sixth floor, Yang Yu sat by the window, overlooking the city's magnificence and peace in his heart.

As a human being for two lives, the prosperity he has seen is far from comparable to the Northwest City at this moment, but this is the result of his twenty years of hard work.

It is also the traces of him, who remain in this world.

Huh ~

It seemed like a breeze came into the window, blew the heartstrings. Yang Yu's eyes opened and closed, and he faintly noticed the fluctuations from the depths of his soul.

The Martial Saint preceded the Shidu, and the oppression of the Taoist fruit was comprehensive, not just the stagnation of supernatural powers.

There is also the inconvenience of the Sea of ​​Law.

Over the years, he has entered the Sea of ​​Laws quite a few times, but if the old man had not had a companionship ship, the time he could stay was less than the original Eleven.

This is not that the sea of ​​laws rejects him, nor that his precepts are shaken, but that his "weight" has become heavier.

According to the vague conclusion he has come to experience over the years, it is that ten capitals are clear, and the martial saint is turbid...

“When did you come back?”

Li Eryi poked his head out from the door and saw that Yang Yu was the only one, he was relaxed a lot. He sat down honestly and started eating and drinking.

"I just came back, haven't returned home yet."

Yu Yang replied, picked up the bowls and chopsticks and had dinner with him.

Every time he goes out for a trip, the first thing he does after he comes back is to find a restaurant to have dinner, and most of the time, he is with Li Eryi.

His friends are very few, and what he can still say now is the only one left.

"Don't be too tired."

Li Eryi poured him a cup of tea.

"Are you tired..."

The bitterness of the tea leaves bloomed on the tip of the tongue, and Yang Yu let out a breath of turbid air:

"If people don't have long-term plans, they will have immediate worries. If I don't do some things as soon as possible, it will be even more troublesome in the future..."

"He is very powerful, and he is not happy."

Li Eryi sighed slightly.

Perhaps he was scared by his experiences a few years ago, he had hardly left the city in recent years, and even lived in the royal palace.

However, he did not seek a job, and he still traveled back and forth to various restaurants every day, telling, listening to books, or drinking tea.

"You are old."

Yu Yang suddenly spoke.

"You and I have known each other forty years, how can we not grow old?"

After touching his gray beard and looking at Yang Yu, who looked like a normal appearance, the old man was quite envious and sighed:

"You are still like this..."

"Have you been forty years?"

Yu Yang was a little silent.

Time slipped away inadvertently. He has been traveling around over the years and rarely has free time, so he is really insensitive to time.

Seeing Li Eryi's head full of gray today, I realized that forty years have passed...

【Life dynasty: 89/112】

Whether it is the Martial Saint or the Tenth Capital Lord, his life span will not be longer than that of ordinary people, but he will not die of illness and will often live until his age.

Only by living to the nine bright lights can one take his life to heaven...

"What a pity, I am too talented, unable to practice martial arts, and my path to immortality is not smooth. Maybe one day I will die of old age..."

After eating and drinking, Li Eryi sighed while picking his teeth.

"It was still early that day."

Yang Yu also put down his bowls and chopsticks, but inexplicably urgency arose in his heart.

Li Eryi is already ninety, but the old man and mother-in-law are going to break through this year...

"It's sooner or later."

Li Eryi didn't seem to care much, so he patted his butt, said goodbye and left. Since Yang Yu left Heishan City and had dinner with him, he had not paid the bill.

"The moon doesn't know where to go..."

After sensing the recipe of the Five Insects, Yang Yu restrained his mind and said lightly: "Come in."

"Brother Yang's departure this time was shocking. If the news spreads, perhaps those anti-kings would flee without fighting!"

The folding fan covers his face, the man dresses up, his hair is slightly white, and the person who comes is Feng Wushuang, now the leader of Liansheng Sect.

"well!"

Yu Yang sighed.

"Why did Brother Yang sigh?"

Feng Wushuang said curiously.

"The Feng Sect Master has always been there for no reason and is here, but there is no good thing..."

Yu Yang shook his head slightly.

"That's not necessarily."

Feng Wushuang put away the folding fan and said with a smile:

"Brother Yang's Supervisory Office is almost as charming as the Jinyiwei back then. Do you know about Fang Cunshan?"

"A little bit of it."

Yu Yang frowned slightly.

In the first year of Fangcun Xianshan's release, the big boss, Xie Qi and Daoren Lin had already rushed there, and some important information was transmitted intermittently through the mysterious light mirror.

But in the past year, no news came from several people.

"It is said that there are many rare treasures, Taoist fruits, and even magic weapons and magic weapons in that Fangcun Fairy Mountain. Could it be that Brother Yang is not interested?"

Feng Wushuang asked.

"Of course there is interest, but Yang is plagued by everything, but he can't go in a short time."

Yu Yang answered.

Fangcun Xianshan's temptation to him was far greater than that of others. It was not because of the Taoist fruit treasure inside it. The word "fangcun" alone had made him think of going several times.

only……
To be continued...