Chapter 461: Dao Fruit; Storyteller; Begging the Ancestor for Ordination (56k, Seeking)

Outside the capital road, by the official road.

A tavern with low thatched eaves was slanted, with the three characters "Drunken Zui Xian Lou" written on it.

Although this tavern only had three thatched huts and a reed mat shed outside, let alone the word "building," it was barely enough to be called a tavern.

But because of its geographical convenience, it became a place for Jianghu people coming and going to rest and eat.

This is not a simple place; it is the place where guests coming and going, and people from all walks of life are most frequent.

It can be said that dragons and snakes are mixed.

The boss who dares to open such a business is naturally not a simple person.

Plus, the boss of this Drunken Zui Xian Lou is a woman, and a woman who looks extremely good.

This day at noon!

The tavern was exceptionally lively. The storyteller clapped the wake-up wood, and the full house was suddenly silent.

"Let's talk about the world outside the sky, where four golden crows hang together in the firmament, the earth has eight directions, coming and going in three thousand worlds, there are billions of innate holy spirits, among them those who are ancestors, have heaven-reaching and earth-shattering abilities, changing the changes of the past and future..."

"Existing in any timing, any universe, born innately, friends with the creation of heaven and earth..."

"Swallowing rivers and seas is a trifle, a flick of a finger can cover the sky, what they seek is the word Dao Fruit, what is Dao Fruit, one word 'Empty'!"

"They use heaven and earth as carriages, and all living beings as chess pieces. A game of chess is a million years, the vast sea is burned into ashes, and the great mountains become dry mulberries at the bottom of the sea."

In the sunlight leaking from the shed roof, dust floated, and everyone held coarse porcelain wine bowls, listening with fascination.

A man opened his mouth, half a cake crumb stuck to his beard.

Several men walking with darts pressed on the handles of their knives, and also let go.

Even the boss lady Liu Liu Sanniang behind the counter stopped her bead counting, leaning against the wine jar in a daze.

Inside the tavern, everyone listened intently, and felt floating thoughts!

The storyteller wore a monkey-head mask, his figure was thin, and he wore a plain white dress that was spotless. Listening to the voice, he was a middle-aged man.

The voice was neither fast nor slow, combining hardness and softness, with a strange rhythm, making people unforgettable after listening.

Beside him squatted a golden-haired little monkey, its eyes spinning, very clever. Every time the wake-up wood "clapped," the little monkey would carry a small brass basin and scurry to each table to ask for rewards.

The guests in the tavern, who could stay here, did not have many heroes in their hands.

Even if they did, they didn't want to reveal their wealth.

"Go, go, go, my pockets are cleaner than my face."

Some pretended not to see.

Only a young master at the door spoke.

"Good work, reward!"

Before the words fell, a silver ingot "clattered" into the brass basin, shaking the little monkey into a stagger.

The young master was about twenty years old, fair-skinned, with a gold-threaded treasure sword hanging from his waist, and more arrogance between his eyebrows.

The storyteller hurriedly bowed on the high platform to thank him, but unexpectedly slipped under his feet and fell from the three-foot-high platform.

Liu Liu Sanniang behind the counter rolled her eyes—this poor storyteller came a month ago, and at that time he was so hungry that his chest was against his back, and he wandered at the door for half an hour before daring to come in to ask for a bowl of noodle soup.

When Liu Liu Sanniang took this one person and one monkey in, she was moved by compassion.

Seeing that they were pitifully hungry that day, she thought of raising a storyteller, at least to attract some business. Who would have thought that this poor scholar really had two brushes.

At first, he didn't see guests for a few days, but later it gradually improved.

Those Jianghu guests listened with fascination, and it spread from ten to ten, and the reputation of Drunken Zui Xian Lou spread on the official road. Now it is full of guests listening to books every day before noon.

They couldn't just sit and listen for nothing, so they had to order a plate of salted peanuts, cut two taels of sauce beef, and warm a pot of old wine. Even Liu Liu Sanniang, who didn't like listening to books, was hooked by the novel stories of "Heaven Outside Heaven" and "Cave Heaven Blessed Land."

She originally thought this person was a "hidden" person, but after several tests, this person didn't know any martial arts at all.

She was happily calculating the income of the day, when a thunderous snoring sound suddenly came from the corner.

Only to see a disheveled middle-aged man lying on the bench with his limbs spread, drool almost flowing to his collar.

Liu Liu Sanniang's willow eyebrows stood up, and she kicked him.

"Ouch!" The man jumped up in a fright, and before he was fully awake, his ears were pinched.

"Sleep, sleep, sleep! Like a pig in a pen! Didn't you see guests coming?"

"Boss lady, spare my life! I'll go right away!"

The man ran around holding his head.

The regular guests in the tavern were long accustomed to this. The disheveled man was surnamed Li, and everyone called him "Lazy Li," one of the handymen of Drunken Zui Xian Lou.

He was either napping or lazy all day, but Liu Liu Sanniang just refused to change him.

Some busybodies chewed their tongues, saying that this man was the boss lady's face-man.

Although he looked ugly, he was "good at living," serving the boss lady comfortably, so she couldn't bear to drive him away.

This reached Liu Liu Sanniang's ears, and she didn't get angry, just leaned against the counter and smiled: "A pewter spear head, looks good but useless." She even deliberately twisted her water-snake waist, "If you really want to raise a gun and go into battle, you have to be you heroes."

This made the guests in the shop dry-mouthed, but no one dared to answer.

Who is not a person who is clever in all directions to open a tavern on the capital road? Not to mention a female boss who supports the door alone.

That Lazy Li was shaking out of the back kitchen with a tray at this time, and he was unexpectedly steady when he walked with a limp on his left foot.

The storyteller continued to clap the wake-up wood.

"Clap—"

Everyone suggested talking about the current affairs of Above Bianjing, where so many people gathered.

They were too lazy to listen to the affairs of the four countries, but wanted to listen to Jianghu affairs.

"Let's talk about the Nine Great Surnames in Above Bianjing..."

Before the words were finished, a domineering voice sounded.

"How do you sell this monkey?"

"My young master wants it!"

The storyteller looked at the sound, that golden little monkey that depended on each other for life.

It was tied to the table leg with hemp rope. The monkey's neck was strangled, and it was squeaking in a hurry, jumping around in the square inch.

The young master who had just rewarded silver was leaning on the chair, leisurely saying, "How do you sell this monkey?"

The storyteller was in a hurry, "Old Master, this must not be done, it cannot be done, this monkey cannot be sold, it cannot be sold, it is my lifeblood."

The tone seemed to become a cry, resentful and loving, like a woman.

The young master laughed, "What is a flat-haired beast, give you money!"

The storyteller walked off the stage, already kneeling on the ground, kowtowing hard, "I kowtow to the old master, please show mercy."

The young master had a smile on his mouth, his fingers tapping the table lightly, "Are you a man or a woman? Take off the mask and let this young master see."

The storyteller's body trembled, his fingers subconsciously touched the edge of the mask, but he didn't move for a long time.

A group of Jianghu people in the shed were silent, no one made a sound.

This young master has an extraordinary background, and the few followers around him have condensed Qi, obviously all experts.

What is even more terrifying is that I don't know when the heroes wearing raincoats have surrounded the tavern, and the sword light reflects the snow.

——This is going to see blood!

The storyteller's fingertips trembled, and he slowly went to uncover the monkey-head mask.

The young master suddenly sneered: "Boring, roll away, don't be an ugly monster to scare this young master."

He waved his hand lazily, curious, "I want to see if you have eggs or not."

The fierce slave behind him grinned and stepped forward, grabbing the storyteller's collar like a chicken, and slammed him to the ground!

"My young master has spoken, are you coming yourself, or am I helping you?"

The little monkey tied to the table corner saw this, squeaking in a hurry, struggling desperately, the rope strangled into the flesh, and a "ho-ho" suffocating sound came from its throat.

The young master frowned impatiently: "Just kill it."

The fierce slave who tied the rope grinned, and pulled it hard, and it was about to be strangled to death.

The storyteller was pressed to the ground by two fierce slaves, one reversing his arms, and the other roughly holding his legs, unable to move.

The third evil servant grinned and reached out, about to tear the clothes...

"Wait—", a clear shout.

Everyone looked back, but saw Liu Liu Sanniang turn out from behind the counter, a lotus-colored wide skirt swaying lightly with her steps, although the clothes were simple, she couldn't hide the plump and graceful figure.

She smiled, "This young master, if my storyteller has offended you, Liu Liu Sanniang will apologize here."

The back kitchen curtain moved slightly, and several handymen holding long knives could be vaguely seen, just waiting for the boss lady's order, but compared to the hundreds of sword guests outside the tavern, the momentum was much weaker.

The young master smiled frivolously: "Easy to say. As long as Liu Sanniang is willing to drink a few cups with this young master... this matter will be over."

He deliberately bit the words "drink a few cups" ambiguously, and the guests in the tavern were silent.

Seeing Liu Liu Sanniang frowning and not speaking, the young master suddenly stood up.

The crowd seemed to separate, and he paced closer, his gaze wandering on that graceful figure like a hook: "Tut tut, they all say thirty-year-old women are like jackals..., this young master wants to be a tiger-beating hero today."

The people brought by the young master all laughed in cooperation.

Liu Liu Sanniang's smile bloomed like a flower, and she twisted her slender waist into his arms, "Beating a tiger is naturally interesting."

She exhaled like orchids, "It's just that so many people are watching, young master... don't you find it boring?"

The young master reached out and pinched the roundest part of her back hard.

Liu Liu Sanniang's body trembled slightly.

The young master smiled, "Not bad, not bad, much better than those women in the building, obedient, not interesting at all."

He used his hand to lift Liu Liu Sanniang's chin, "It's a pity that I want to beat a tiger in public, people watch the fun!"

Liu Liu Sanniang looked up at the Lazy Li just now.

But saw that he was hiding under the table in fright, trembling, not even daring to look here.

Her face showed disappointment.

The young master seemed to notice her gaze, just signaled, and a clever tall servant stepped forward and pulled Lazy Li from under the table.

The young master laughed, "Could it be that this is Liu Sanniang's lover?"

Lazy Li was scared out of his wits, only kneeling and begging for mercy.

Seeing this, the young master became interested.

Seeing this, the young master added a bit of interest. He ordered Lazy Li to kneel in the hall, and he hugged Liu Liu Sanniang and sat on Lazy Li's back.

Lazy Li didn't hesitate at all, submissive, and did as he was told.

Liu Liu Sanniang's eyes were sharp, and she erupted with the cultivation of the Middle Three Realms of martial arts, and a soft palm slapped the young master's chest.

At this time!

A more terrifying aura arrived suddenly, like a flying needle in the dark night, accurately hitting Liu Liu Sanniang's wrist, making her instantly powerless, and her whole body was powerless!

"This..."

Liu Liu Sanniang only felt a cold true Qi winding around her meridians like a poisonous snake, and her internal strength was locked!

She tried her best to turn her head, and as far as she could see, an old man with a hooked nose at the table at the door was withdrawing his finger, ripples rippled in the wine cup on the table, and the drop of wine that was flicked by the old man's hand was so deep that it could be seen!

Liu Liu Sanniang was desperate in her heart. Cultivating true Qi is already above the Third Realm of martial arts. In the Jianghu of the capital road, it is like a dragon getting water, and it is difficult to meet an opponent.

The young master turned his head and whispered, "Liu Sanniang, Liu Sanniang, do you really think this coarse cloth can cover the charm of the head of Yulouchun back then?"

His fingertips crossed her trembling neck, "The prince of the Great Sui died strangely. Who would have thought it was a golden hairpin piercing the throat by the person sleeping beside him?"

Liu Liu Sanniang's pupils shrank. Ten years of hiding her name, even the closest handymen didn't know her origin, but at this moment, her roots were broken!

"Are you people from the Great Sui?"

The young master laughed, "Naturally, the Great Qi is bound to be defeated now, we followed the Great Sui army to see what valuable items there are, and what cheap things we can pick up."

"I didn't want to make it public, but if the elders in the sect recognized your appearance, this young master would really miss this roadside romance, and the journey was really boring."

"I want to taste the taste that even the prince has not experienced today."

"I am curious, how did you escape the Great Qi under heavy encirclement."

Liu Liu Sanniang finally understood that the young master and his party were targeting her from beginning to end.

It was she who implicated the "storyteller" and the handymen in the tavern.

The young master was about to speak again, when the old man with the hooked nose suddenly interrupted in a deep voice: "Young Master, the time is not early. The old master's carriage is about to arrive in Above Bianjing, so we cannot delay."

"Boring." The young master curled his lips, "Then please move Liu Sanniang to the carriage, let's... chat slowly, chat slowly on the way, and see what my means are?"

"Boom—"

The back kitchen curtain exploded! Five or six handymen holding knives rushed out, the leader roared: "Let go of the boss lady!"

The young master didn't even lift his eyelids.

But seeing gray shadows move, two fierce slaves had already greeted them.

Where the cold light passed, a blood line appeared on the neck of the helper who rushed to the front, and the head flew high, hot blood splashing on the account book on the counter.

Another handyman was pierced through the chest, the long knife pierced through the back, nailed to the counter, still twitching.

The smell of blood instantly permeated the entire tavern.

Several Jianghu guests were splashed with hot blood beads, but only dared to hold the knife handle tightly, their knuckles white.

Liu Liu Sanniang's gaze passed through the blood mist and looked at the Lazy Li, who was actually pale, lying on the ground in fear, like a dead dog.

The light in her eyes was completely extinguished.

Her whole person was like a walking corpse.

The young master didn't care about the storyteller or Lazy Li at this time; he half-hugged and half-dragged Liu Liu Sanniang out,

The storyteller was holding the little monkey, untying the hemp rope for it.

Holding Liu Liu Sanniang in one hand and walking out, but his figure was slightly hunched, seeming a bit uncomfortable.

"Young Master, let me help..." A clever servant leaned forward, his thief hand just about to touch the willow waist, but was kicked in the heart by the young master: "Get out!"

At the door, the young master suddenly stopped, and threw down a sentence without looking back: "Clean up the inside."

"Yes, Young Master!"

The sound of cold blades leaving their sheaths rang out in unison, and the guests in the tavern were gray with death, their eyes full of fear.

Just then!

A loud sound of breaking through the air pierced the sky.

The young master and others were also attracted by this sound, and looked up at the sky one after another.

Only to see this falcon, snow-white without impurities, its feathers shining with silver luster, landing on the tavern's flag.

"This is...", the old man with the hooked nose looked at the divine eagle soaring at low altitude, with surprised light in his eyes, and frowned slightly, "It seems to be the Sea-Dong-Qing of the Three Truths Sect!"

It is rumored that after the Yan King left a pair of Sea-Dong-Qing on Mount Zhongnan, the Three Truths Sect has used this pair of divine birds as messengers for generations.

This snow-feathered golden-eyed raptor only circles the top of Zhongnan, but today it appears on the capital road thousands of miles away.

The old man with the hooked nose's eyes flickered. In the Great Sui, the Three Truths Sect has a high status, comparable to the academy of the Great Qi.

Even kings and generals have to respectfully call them "Daoist" when they see the ordained Daoist.

Their "Raincoat Sect" is only a second-rate sect, with only two experts in the Upper Three Realms of martial arts, how dare they touch their edge?

The sword guests surrounding the tavern also recognized it.

Only the Jianghu people in the inn were not from the Great Sui, and their faces were puzzled.

In the corner, Lazy Li, who had been curled up like mud, suddenly raised his head slightly.

In his turbid drunken eyes, he gradually became clearer.

The blue jade Dao order hanging from the neck of the Sea-Dong-Qing, the cloud patterns and thunder seals on the jade were faintly flowing, and it was shining with clear light.

A voice of an old woman came from inside.

"Unfilial disciple, respond to the Three Truths' important matter, return to the mountain gate. After death, the soul will see the ancestor."

Everyone in the tavern was puzzled.

The old man with the hooked nose's eyes froze, it really concerns the Three Truths Sect.

This blue jade order is an object for "thousand-mile sound transmission" by Primordial Spirit cultivators.

What is this "re-entering the Three Truths lineage"?

"Plop."

A drop of turbid tears hit the blue brick.

Lazy Li, who was curled up in the corner, slowly straightened his hunched back, his turbid drunken eyes becoming as clear as a sword. He trembled and looked at the blue jade order, his tears already soaking his messy beard.

"Why not ordain yet?" The old woman's voice in the jade order suddenly turned sharp.

"Dong!"

Lazy Li knelt heavily on the ground, the sound of his forehead touching the ground shaking the wine jar, his voice hoarse.

"Disciple Li Lu Qingniu, begs the ancestor... for ordination!"

This sound was like a thunderclap on the ground, and the tavern exploded:

"Li Lu Qingniu?!"

"Li Li Qingdi, who is second in the world in sword arts?!"

The old man with the hooked nose's face changed greatly. This handyman in the tavern was actually one of the Ten Great Sects of the World who was famous in the world.

Liu Liu Sanniang couldn't believe it either. He knew this man was extraordinary, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to bring him out of the Great Qi, but this was actually—Li Li Qingdi.

The Three Truths Sect of the Great Sui, almost the next Heavenly Master designated.

It was this person, who had spent another ten years.

The Sea-Dong-Qing flapped its wings and went away, the wind raised by its wings blowing the wine flag hunting.

The young master's face was iron-blue, but he didn't dare to move, only staring dead at the figure that slowly stood up.

Lazy Li's messy beard was shaved off like an invisible sword Qi, falling root by root. His turbid drunken eyes gradually became clear, like two cold pools reflecting starlight.

What was even more shocking was that his messy hair moved without wind, hanging down his shoulders like a black waterfall, revealing the face that had been buried in dust for many years—sword eyebrows into temples, eyes like stars, actually a handsome middle-aged man!

A sword intent rose from the sky, the tavern shook, and a fire stick flew from the back kitchen.

The firewood ash on the outer layer peeled off, revealing the brilliant golden light inside. When the black mud was gone, a three-foot green blade was in his hand.

The sword body was engraved with "Peach Blossom," reflecting the whole hall with coldness.

He laughed up to the sky, the laughter clear like a dragon's chant: "Where is Li Li Qingdi in the world? I am Lu Lu Qingniu of Zhongnan!"

Before the words fell, the Peach Blossom sword in his hand suddenly bloomed with light.

Only to see him take a step, his whole person merged with the sword light, turning into a rainbow piercing the sun and rushing straight into the nine heavens.

The tavern eaves trembled under this shocking sword intent, and tiles fell like rain.

Everyone looked up, but saw that sword light chasing the Sea-Dong-Qing into the sea of clouds, truly like the immortal demeanor of "riding the wind and going" recorded in ancient books.

The old man with the hooked nose finally discovered that his back had long been soaked in cold sweat—this peerless figure who ranked among the Ten Great Sects of the World really wouldn't care about these ants.

"Squeak—"

Suddenly heard the monkey's happy cry. Turning his head to look, the storyteller didn't know when he had stood up, the golden silk monkey on his shoulder was energetic, where was there the appearance of being on the verge of death just now?

The storyteller wearing a monkey-head white mask gently stroked the monkey, looking at the sword light that had not yet dissipated in the sky, and said warmly: "Grinding a sword in sixty years. It seems that Daoist Lu is really going to prove the realm of the Land Sword Immortal this time."

The young master saw this, having just experienced a dangerous situation, he had long been impatient, his eyes cold.

"Playing ghosts!"

"Kill him for me!"

The hooked nose was looking at this masked man, suddenly blessed by the soul, thinking of "Storyteller," one of the Ten Great Sects of the World, who also seemed to play in the world by telling stories.

The storyteller laughed, "Aren't you dead people?"

The old man with the hooked nose was stunned.

Suddenly a rain of swords descended from the sky.

The young master and others, totaling more than a hundred people, all died.

Liu Liu Sanniang stood in the pool of blood, her green silk stained with a few scarlet spots, looking up at the sky full of sword light, fascinated.

By the time he came back to life, the one person and one monkey had already left.

Only leaving one sentence.

"Talk about heroes, say heroes, not as good as ascension encountering this opening!"

PS: A bit rushed, have to change the sentence!

(End of Chapter) ===== CHAPTER 462 =====