Liu Sheng stirred it in the pot with chopsticks, as if stirring up the storm in the world.

There was a strange feeling on his wrinkled face. He looked at Qingqiu and whispered: "What you ask for is too much, maybe I can't satisfy you."

I'm afraid many people in this world have a clear understanding of Chao Qingqiu's idea. Since this sword immortal is carrying the swordsman's lineage with his own strength, his greatest wish in the world should naturally be to let the swordsman have its original glory again.

This wish involves too many things, and even Liu Sheng is not able to do it for Chao Qingqiu.

If Chao Qingqiu wanted to use this matter as a condition, I am afraid that many saints would not be able to do it even if they were unwilling to do it.

"I never thought you would do these things."

Although it was not stated, everyone knew that Chao Qingqiu's words were what Liu Sheng thought.

Liu Sheng put his hand on the table, gently brushed by the edge of the bowl, and then smiled and said, "You should know that it is a path that no one has walked before, no one knows what will happen, and no one knows how much the price is, so it is obviously unwise for you to ask us to do too many things."

He didn't say anything to Qingqiu, but just made a curve of the corner of his mouth. Then he ate several bites, but there was no oil on the corner of his mouth. He had been eating for nearly half a quarter of an hour before he raised his head, looked at Liu Sheng, and said with a smile: "If you think there are too many dangers on that road, why should you come to me?"

After all, immortality is a temptation that most monks cannot resist. Moreover, in front of Liu Sheng who is approaching death, he does not have the ability to break through another realm before death and leave this world, so that he can only grasp the only straw.

"I think no matter what, in your opinion, everything except immortality should be given up."

Chao Qingqiu had some inexplicable emotions on his face, then looked at Liu Sheng, and while talking, he used chopsticks to fiddle with the ingredients in the hot pot, which seemed a little careless.

If you often deal with Chao Qingqiu, you should know that this sword immortal must not be such a person in the past. Chao Qingqiu must be pretending to be like this, but there are really people in this world who deal with Chao Qingqiu often?

There should be no.

What's more, Liu Sheng didn't see Chao Qingqiu many times, so he could not tell what Chao Qingqiu was now.

His face looked a little ugly and he asked with some tentative temptation: "Can you really cut open that sky?"

Chao Qingqiu still didn't look at Liu Sheng, "Don't you know?"

In the battle in Baiyu Town, the intention of handing out the sword to Qingqiu was not to kill Master Zhou or one of Ye Sheng, but to tear open the sky, and to tell a thing to the saints in the world.

You can't live without this world, I can.

If 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 expected what would happen in the world after this, but they never thought that it would be so soon. In less than a year, Liu Sheng had come to him.

And if nothing unexpected happens, after Liu Sheng, there will definitely be a saint in front of Chao Qingqiu.

Chao Qingqiu thought of owning an excellent thing, waiting for his favorite guests to come.

Moreover, Chao Qingqiu only has this thing, so if you want to talk about business, you can only talk to him about it.

"I have a question to ask you."

He put down his chopsticks at Qingqiu and stared at Liu Sheng opposite him.

Liu Sheng's face became extremely stiff. He seemed to have thought of something, and then turned his head stiffly.

He said bluntly to Qingqiu: "Tell me that at the right time, I will let you leave the world."

If both of them were still testing each other before, then Chao Qingqiu has undoubtedly expressed his feelings now. He looked at Liu Sheng with an unparalleled serious look.

I'm afraid there are not many people who have seen him so seriously at Qingqiu.

A lot of emotions appeared on Liu Shengcang's old face, and finally returned to indifference.

His momentum changed a little, and it began to make people see through it at a glance.

He was unable to release some murderous intent or anything else. After all, it was useless to do these things in front of Qingqiu.

Moreover, if Chao Qingqiu had murderous intentions, even if he was not killed on the spot, he would be seriously injured. After being seriously injured, his lifespan would be less, and this is something that must happen.

He laughed at Qingqiu with a self-deprecating smile, "I originally thought you would do anything to leave the world."

After saying this, Chao Qingqiu was about to stand up and prepare to leave here.

Liu Sheng knew very well that if Chao Qingqiu walked out of here, he would not see him in the future. If another saint was willing to accept Chao Qingqiu's conditions, Chao Qingqiu would completely forget him.

Who would you talk to about business?

Liu Sheng stood up, looked at Chao Qingqiu, and said slowly: "Stop."

Chao Qingqiu didn't say anything, but heard the sound of soup churning in the hot pot.

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The fresh and spicy taste of hot pot is still floating on the streets.

But suddenly there were some dark clouds in the sky.

Make the sky look bad.

People who eat hot pot won’t care whether the weather is good or not.

But the weather is too bad and it is always not very good.

A hot pot restaurant on the street has been open here for more than fifty years and has many repeat customers. It is now the meal time, and there are many diners in the hot pot restaurant.

On the second floor, there were crowds of people, and many people were eating hot pot and speaking the dialect of Qingzhou Prefecture.

This has a headache for some foreign tourists who come here.

The dialect of Gyeongju Prefecture sounds really difficult to understand.

In front of the wooden table near the window, there were two diners, one old and one young, eating hot pot.

The hot pot is slightly spicy. According to the old man’s idea, it would be fine to order a double-double pot, but who knew that there was never a double-double pot in this hot pot restaurant, and slightly spicy is the final bottom line.

Therefore, when the hot pot was served, the old man was sad for a long time.

Two people, one big and one small, looked at the bright red soup in the pot, and were in contrast

Silent.

After a long time, the child carefully picked up a piece of tripe and put it in the pot to rinse it. Because he had no experience, he just heard of how to eat it, which made him very worried that the tripe had been cooked, so he cooked it for a while.

Only after he dipped it in the oil saucer, he sighed with satisfaction.

The old man looked at the little guy, swallowed, and then asked, "How is it?"

The child said seriously: "If you use the dialect of Qingzhou Prefecture, it will be Bashi!"

If the old man hadn't watched his apprentice sitting opposite him, he might have been a chestnut. He picked up a piece of yam, put it in the pot and cooked it, then took it up and took it, and sighed: "It's a pity that I only had such a delicious meal at such an age."

The child said, "Master, why are you here to eat now?"

The old man glanced at the child, and before he could speak, he heard a faint thunder sound. After looking up, the old man shrank his neck.

He is already a good wild cultivator, and he is only afraid of monks with higher realms. Why do he subconsciously shrink his neck when he hears thunder? I am afraid that even he can't explain it clearly.

The child was obviously more aware of the weather in Gyeongju Prefecture than his master. He muttered: "It is said that the weather in Gyeongju Prefecture is very strange. It often shines in the morning and there is heavy rain in the afternoon, but it is midsummer, which is early summer. Why is this like this?"

The old man couldn't explain it clearly, just listening to the thunder, he remembered many years ago when he was a teenager. He had not yet embarked on the road of cultivation. He was just a teenager living in the countryside. What he did the most was farm work, and what he was least used to was the harvest season. After the rice was collected from the fields, it had to be dried.

But it often rains in those afternoons. When you hear the thunder and see the dark clouds, you often have to get up to harvest rice.

If it slows down, the rice will sprout when soaked in rain. If that happens, the harvest of this year will basically be gone, which is something that farmers cannot accept.

But if the rice is not dried, it will still become moldy and the consequences will be very serious.

Maybe it was at that time that I began to be a little afraid of thunder?

The old man became a little melancholy, which caused him to have no appetite even though he had hot pot in front of him.

Of course, it is also likely because of other reasons, such as it is really a bit spicy.

The child ate a lot, and sweat came out from his head. He took a big sip of tea. Before he could sigh, he saw that it started to rain outside. The rain was heavy and the streets were wet in a moment.

Soon after falling, many cheerful sounds came.

The child bit a chicken's feet and asked, "Master, what are they laughing at?"

The old man thought about it and smiled gently, "It's to express happiness."

The child said oh, then asked, "Why be happy?"

The old man asked, "What is your happiest thing?"

The child immediately said, "Of course I saw Chao Jianxian!"

This is indeed the thing he should be happiest about.

This story should have happened. At that time, the sword immortal stood in front of him and said something to him, which would never be an exaggeration for him to remember for the rest of his life.

The old man took a sip of tea and laughed: "Some things are hard to come by."

"You are afraid you won't have such good luck in your life. You'll see that sword fairy again."

The old man's words were full of jokes. When his apprentice got a few words from Chao Qingqiu, he kept practicing sword diligently. His realm has improved a little faster these days. But this little guy didn't know that he was young, but he, a master, knew that those words from Chao Qingqiu were not necessarily so real, but they were just a little more encouragement.

The child was eating the food and didn't talk to him.

After all, this pair of masters and apprentices has a very good relationship.

It may not be a few words that hurt someone's heart.
To be continued...