Chapter 459: If not you

Liu Sheng stirred the pot with chopsticks, as if stirring the world.
There was some weird emotion on his wrinkled face. He looked at Chao Qingqiu and said softly: "You are asking too much, maybe I can't satisfy you."
I am afraid that many people in this world have a clear understanding of Chao Qingqiu’s thoughts. Since this sword fairy is carrying the swordsman’s line by himself, his greatest wish in the world should naturally be to let the sword The scholars regained their original glory.
This wish involves too many things, even Liu Sheng, it is impossible to do it for Chao Qingqiu.
If Chao Qingqiu wants to use this as a condition, I am afraid that many saints are unwilling and unable to do it.
"I never thought you would do these things."
Although it is not clear, everyone knows that what Zhao Qingqiu said was what Liu Sheng had in mind.
Liu Sheng put his hand on the table, gently brushed it beside the edge of the bowl, and then smiled: "You should know that it is a road that no one has walked, after all, no one knows what will happen, no one knows the cost. How old it is, so you want us to do too many things, obviously also very unwise."
Chao Qingqiu didn't speak, only the corners of his mouth were drawn. Then he ate several mouthfuls, but the corners of his mouth were not stained with oil. After eating for nearly half an hour, he raised his head, looked at Liu Sheng, and laughed. He said: "If you think that road is too dangerous, then why come to me?"
After all, longevity is a temptation that most monks cannot resist, and in front of Liu Sheng, who is dying, he has no ability to break through a realm before dying and leave this world. Then he can only grasp the only one. straw.
"I want to come no matter what, in your opinion, everything except the longevity should be given up."
With some inexplicable emotions on Chao Qingqiu's face, then looking at Liu Sheng, while talking, he fiddled with the ingredients in the hot pot with chopsticks, seeming a little careless.
If you are a person who often deals with Chao Qingqiu, you should know that this sword fairy must not be such a person in the past. Such Chao Qingqiu must have been pretended, but there are people in this world who often deal with Chao Qingqiu?
There should be none.
What's more, Liu Sheng didn't see Chao Qingqiu many times, so he couldn't tell what Chao Qingqiu was in.
His face was a little ugly, and he asked tentatively: "Can you really cut off that sky?"
Chao Qingqiu still didn't look at Liu Sheng, "Don't you know?"
In the first battle in Baiyu Town, Chao Qingqiu's intention of handing out that sword was not to kill either Master Zhou or Ye Sheng, but to tear open the sky, that is, to say something to the saint under the world. Things.
You can't live without this world, I can.
You want to leave the world, you need me.
This is what Chao Qingqiu clearly expressed.
At that time Master Zhou and Ye Sheng had already anticipated what would happen in the world after this, but they never thought it would happen so soon. Liu Sheng had already come to the door for a year.
And not surprisingly, after Liu Sheng, there will surely be a saint in front of Chao Qingqiu.
Chao Qingqiu just thought of owning a wonderful thing, waiting for his favorite guests to come.
And this thing is only owned by Chao Qingqiu, so if you want to discuss business, you can only talk to him Chao Qingqiu.
"I have a question I want to ask you."
Chao Qingqiu put down his chopsticks and stared at Liu Sheng on the opposite side.
Liu Sheng's face became extremely blunt, he seemed to think of something, and then turned his head stiffly.
Chao Qingqiu said straightforwardly: "Tell me, at the right time, I will let you leave the world."
If the two were still testing each other before, then Chao Qingqiu has undoubtedly expressed his heart now. He looked at Liu Sheng with an incomparable serious look.
I'm afraid that few people have seen him take Zhao Qingqiu so seriously.
A lot of emotions appeared on Liu Shengcang's face, and in the end they all returned to indifference.
His aura changed a little, and he began to make people see at a glance, and he couldn't see through.
He couldn't release some killing intent or other things, after all, in front of Chao Qingqiu, doing this was still useless.
And if Chao Qingqiu had a murderous intent, even if he was not killed on the spot, he would be seriously injured. After the severe injury, he would not have much life expectancy. Will it be less? This is something that must happen. thing.
Chao Qingqiu laughed at himself, "I originally thought you would dare to do anything to leave the world."
After saying this, Chao Qingqiu stood up, ready to leave here.
Liu Sheng knew very well that if Chao Qingqiu walked out from here, he would not see him in the future, so if other saints were willing to accept Chao Qingqiu's conditions, Chao Qingqiu would completely forget him.
Who do you talk to about business?
Liu Sheng stood up, looked at Chao Qingqiu, and slowly said, "Stop."
Chao Qingqiu did not speak, only heard the sound of boiling soup in the hot pot.
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The hot and spicy flavor of hot pot is still floating on the streets.
But suddenly there were some dark clouds on the horizon.
Make the sky look bad.
People who eat hot pot will not care whether the weather is good or not.
But the weather is too bad, it is always not good.
A hot pot restaurant on the street has been open for more than 50 years and has many repeat customers. Now it is the meal, and there are many diners in the hot pot restaurant.
On the second floor, there were loud voices, and many people were eating hot pot and speaking the dialect of Gyeongju Prefecture.
This makes some foreign tourists who come here a headache.
The dialect of Gyeongju Prefecture sounds a bit difficult to understand.
At the wooden table near the window, there were two diners, one old and one young, eating hot pot.
Hot pot is slightly spicy. Originally, according to the old man's idea, ordering a mandarin duck pot would be good, but who knows, this hot pot restaurant has never said that mandarin duck pot is the last bottom line.
So when the hot pot was served, the old man was melancholy for a long time.
Two people, one large and one small, looked at the bright red soup in the pot, relatively speechless.
After a long time, the child carefully picked up a piece of hairy belly and put it in a pot for a while. Because he had no experience, he was worried about whether the hairy belly was already cooked, so he cooked it for a while. .
After he was filled with oil, he let out a long sigh with satisfaction.
The old man looked at the little guy, swallowed, and then asked, "How is it?"
The child said solemnly: "If you use the dialect of Gyeongju Prefecture, it would be Ba Shi!"
If the old man hadn't watched his apprentice sitting opposite him, he might have been hit by a chestnut. He picked up a piece of yam, put it in the pot and boiled it, then took a bite and sighed: "It's so delicious, it's a pity to eat it at this age."
The child said, "Master, why are you eating now?"
The old man glanced at the child. Before he could speak, he heard a faint thunder. After looking up, the old man shrank his neck.
He is already a good wild cultivator, and he is only afraid of monks with a higher realm. Why would he subconsciously shrink his neck when he hears thunder? I am afraid that even he can't tell.
The child clearly knows the weather in Gyeongju prefecture better than his master. He muttered: "It is said that the weather in Gyeongju prefecture is very strange. Often the sun is shining in the morning and there is heavy rain in the afternoon, but that is the midsummer. This is early summer, why is this?"
The old man couldn’t say clearly, just listening to the thunder, he remembered that many years ago, when he was a teenager, he had not yet embarked on the avenue of spiritual practice at that time. He was just a young man living in the country. What he did the most was Farm work, and the most unaccustomed season is the harvest season. After the rice is collected from the field, it is dried.
But it often rains in those afternoons. Whenever you hear thunder and see dark clouds, you often have to get up to harvest rice.
If it slows down, the rice will sprout if it is soaked in the rain. If that happens, the harvest of this year will be basically gone. This is something that farmers cannot accept.
But if the rice is not sun-dried, it will still get moldy, and the consequences will be very serious.
Maybe it was that time, and I started to be a little afraid of thunder?
The old man became a little melancholy, and even though there was a hot pot in front of him, he had no appetite.
Of course, it may also be due to other reasons, such as it is really spicy.
The child ate a lot and sweated a lot on his head. He drank a big sip of tea. Before he could sigh, he saw that it was starting to rain outside. The rain was so heavy that the street was wet in a moment.
Soon after falling, there were many cheerful voices.
The child bit a chicken paw and asked, "Master, what are they laughing at?"
The old man thought for a while and smiled gently: "It's to express happiness."
The child uttered, and then asked: "Then why be happy?"
The old man asked: "What is your happiest thing?"
The child immediately said: "Of course I saw the sword fairy!"
This is indeed the one thing he should be most happy about.
This story should have happened. At that time, the sword fairy stood in front of him like this and said something to him, so that he could remember it for a lifetime.
The old man took a sip of tea and said with a smile: "There are some things that can't be met."
"I'm afraid you haven't had such good luck in your life, and you will see that sword fairy again."
The ridicule in the old man’s words is full of meaning. His apprentice got a few words from Chao Qingqiu, and he has been practicing swords diligently. These days, his realm has also improved a bit quickly, but this little guy didn’t know when he was young. Master's people know that Chao Qingqiu's few words are not necessarily so true, but they are more encouraging.
The child ate the food and did not talk.
This pair of masters and disciples, after all, the relationship is excellent.
It doesn’t mean that a few words will hurt someone’s heart.
If that is the case, you can't become a master or apprentice.
It was pouring rain outside, but it didn't dilute the spiciness of it.
The old man seemed to be in a good mood while drinking tea, and he even hummed a tune.
Soon many people looked at it.
The child looked up and laughed in a low voice: "It's so nice."
"sounds so good."
The first sentence was said by the child, but the latter sentence was said by another man in white.
He was standing somewhere on the second floor, with a sword hanging from his waist, looking at this side, his expression was plain, but he had an aura of his own.
He dressed very much like the sword fairy Chao Qingqiu, but his momentum was completely different.
The child looked at the sword hanging from his waist, and quickly determined that he was a swordsman. As for whether he was a swordsman, who knew.
The old man gradually faded his voice.
The man in white came over and sat beside these two people without speaking.
The old man felt a pressure and was a little restless.
The man in white looked at the rain outside the window and suddenly said, "What do you think?"
How about what?