Volume 1: A stone strikes a thousand waves, the world surrounds Li Daosheng Chapter 53: Don’t talk to strangers casually
Li Si escaped from the Tianlao, but this time Li Shizong blocked the news and did not let too many people know about it. He just let Yan Tingzhi continue to capture Li Si, while he mobilized more people to look for the whereabouts of the other person.
Most people in the martial arts world thought that Li Si was still imprisoned in the Tianlao, but where Li Si was did not have much impact on them. It was just that his imprisonment meant that there was one less legend in the martial arts world.
There are indeed not many legends in the martial arts world, but each one of them will eventually come to an end.
For example, the ghost old man Yin Wuli from more than 20 years ago.
Speaking of the name Ghost Old Man, although it sounds tacky, it is very appropriate.
Because Yin Wuli's appearance was indeed like a ghost, enough to make a child stop crying. On his old face, which looked like dry wood, there was a scar as big as a bowl, which was rotten beyond recognition. If an ordinary person saw it at night, he would probably be scared out of his wits.
But what is different from his skinny body is that he practices a set of Shaolin horizontal kung fu, and it is rumored that he has mastered it to perfection.
His flesh and blood is invulnerable to swords and spears. When he closes his eyes, he is unmoved by wind and rain. Even famous masters cannot break his golden body.
In addition, he had practiced special internal skills, which were almost endless. If he sat still and held his breath to recuperate, he would not die of hunger or thirst even if he did not eat or drink for several years.
So if Li Si cannot be caught, then he cannot be killed.
But these are just rumors. No matter how powerful he was, in the end he was captured by Young Master Baiyun, Jiang Lian'er, with his cloud sleeves and sent to the Heavenly Prison.
It is estimated that he has been secretly dealt with by the court by now.
The so-called legends in the martial arts world are just like this. As they are passed on, they are just talked about.
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The falling leaves on the mountain road are a sign that autumn is approaching.
It was the end of September, two months later.
Deep in the clouds and mountains, the path is narrow and lonely.
What others don’t know is that there is a wooden house in the mountain, and in the house there is a wine cellar, in the cellar there are several jars of fine aged wine.
Ordinary people cannot drink that wine. Only the owner's friends and guests can drink it, or maybe there is a thief who can drink it.
The owner of the house had many friends, but there was only one thief who stole the wine.
The reason is that there are not many thieves who know about this cottage, and even fewer thieves who can steal wine in front of the owner of the cottage.
At this moment, the thief was greedy again and went up the mountain staggeringly.
Above the cliff, clouds and mist are lightly shrouded.
An old pine tree stands alone, a wooden house is secluded, and a young man in white and a long robe is sitting in front of the door reading.
He read carefully, word by word, and would slowly turn a page every half an incense stick of time.
Perhaps because he was reading too quietly, several birds mistook him for a dead object. They landed beside him and combed his feathers with their beaks.
At noon, the breeze is gentle and the cool autumn mountain breeze makes people feel refreshed.
But suddenly, the young man in white paused.
He turned his face slightly, as if listening to some sound. Then he must have heard something, smiled bitterly, closed the book in his hand, stood up, scared away the birds, and walked towards the wine cellar behind the cabin.
When the door of the wine cellar was pushed open, the thief inside was already drunk.
Looking at the thief and the empty wine jar lying beside him.
The young man in white sighed, his face showing a look of helplessness and depression.
But he still spoke gently with his hands behind his back.
"I've been brewing this jar of wine for ten years. You gave it to me to drink right after you got out of prison?"
The thief was so drunk that his face turned red. He turned his head to look at the young man in white, smiled drunkenly and said.
"Hey, Lian'er, you're here?"
The young man in white looked even more helpless.
"I've told you so many times not to call me that. I'm more than a generation older than you. In terms of age, it's not too much for you to call me uncle."
But the thief didn't listen to what he said at all. By the time he finished speaking, the thief had already fallen drunk on the ground and was sleeping soundly next to the wine jar.
The young man in white stood there for a long while, and finally shook his head as if helpless, bent down to help the thief up, took him out of the wine cellar and walked into the house.
"Hey, you know you can't drink much, but you still insist on drinking so much."
…
On the official road outside Dongxiang City, a wandering wanderer was sitting on the side of the road to rest.
He had been walking all day and was quite tired. He took out a pot of water from his waist and drank it.
The cool, sweet water flowed down his throat, making him feel as if he had come back to life.
After he finished drinking the water and wiped his mouth, he suddenly found someone standing next to him.
This startled him because he didn't feel anything when this person appeared.
He stepped back a bit, finally calming himself down and looking at the man's face.
This was an old man in tattered clothes, skinny as a stick, with dirty and messy hair that almost covered his face.
Probably, they are refugees from somewhere.
The man from Jianghu thought so and pulled his mouth and asked.
"What can I do for you, old man?"
"Ah." The old man stood and said hoarsely.
"I, old man, want to ask you something."
The Jianghu man was stunned for a moment holding the kettle, then nodded: "Well, okay."
He is not the kind of guy who shouts for war and killing all day long. If someone needs help on the road, he doesn't mind helping.
"Go ahead, I'll try to tell you."
"In this case, you are really a good person." Under the hair, the old man smiled, his smile was very innocent, just like a child.
He asked his question.
"Excuse me, do you know Baiyun Master Jiang Lian'er?"
The Jianghu man immediately said, "I know."
How could he not know? There should be no one in the martial arts world who doesn't know the famous Baiyun Master Jiang Lian'er.
"Yeah." The old man responded as if satisfied and asked again.
"Then do you know where he is?"
"This..." The man hesitated for a moment, then shook his head helplessly.
"I really don't know. He went into seclusion a few years ago. Now almost no one knows where he is."
The old man's expression paused. He was still smiling, but his eyes gradually turned cold.
“I see.”
He said, taking a step towards the Jianghu man.
"Bang!"
With a muffled sound, before the man could react to what was happening, a hand had already pierced through his chest.
"Uh, um, uh..." He opened his mouth wide and looked at his chest in disbelief, wanting to say something but unable to.
It was not until a bloody hand was pulled out that the old man in front of him said with a smile.
“It’s really useless.”
Before he died, people in the martial arts world saw a face behind the old man's hair that looked like a ghost. He fell to the ground with his eyes wide open in horror.
Blood was all over the ground, and water from the uncovered kettle was leaking out, carrying blood and flowing over the sandy road.
On the road, the old man's back gradually walked away. He was going to ask the next person, the next person he met.
