OBS Chapter 703 Extreme Emperor
Chapter 703 Extreme Emperor
Li Changxiao didn't know where Mei Sanniang was, but he would definitely meet her if he went north. That evening, he came to a fork in the road. On the right were steep mountains, strange rocks, trees and water. On the left was a flat and straight road. It seemed that if he walked another ten miles, there would be a small town.
He thought about it for a moment and then walked to the right. He thought that when Mei Sanniang came here, she must have made the same decision. He only needed to follow his feeling and he would always be able to get to the right place.
After walking a few miles to the right, he saw a strange rock with the shape of "Fairy Monkey Pointing the Way" on the top of a mountain. It was formed naturally and was truly a rare thing in the world. Li Changxiao turned around again and walked in the direction of "Fairy Monkey Pointing the Way". After walking for more than seven or eight miles, he saw a rushing stream.
No one has been here for a long time. If no one frequently visits the deep mountains, traces can be preserved for a long time. Li Changxiao discovered that there was an area surrounded by stones beside the stream, with a few small fish tied inside. They probably jumped into it randomly but couldn't get out.
Li Changxiao was merciless, he grabbed the small fish, gutted it, cooked it and ate it. After eating, he continued on his way, crossing the stream, heading north and following his heart.
A month passed in a flash. Li Changxiao climbed up a peak and looked back along the road he had come from. He saw mostly green vegetation, occasionally a winding river, and scattered villages and towns. He could no longer see the Laiqu Inn. He kept thinking, "The Laiqu Inn has been closed for a month, and I wonder if it has been covered with dust." The more he thought about it, the more he felt sad. The past was gone, leaving only memories. He then took a sip of wine and hurried on his way.
The flowers on his scabbard never withered, but bloomed more brightly and longer in the cold winter. Li Changxiao had been walking for a long time without seeing people. Sometimes he felt bored, so he stuck his sword in the ground and drank wine with them, calling them "Brother Sword" and "Brother Flower" one by one, complaining to them that there were so many people in the world, but why did he feel lonely? He wanted to find a long-term drinking buddy, but no one was suitable.
Even in the wild mountains, there are still people passing by. Li Changxiao got ready, intending to drink to his heart's content with his sword and the plum blossoms he picked. He had just finished drinking three or two sips when a group of people passed by.
Li Changxiao saw that he had come at the right time, so he invited him. The passerby was frightened when he saw him, thinking that this person was either a madman or a fool, no matter what, he would be punished if he got in touch with him. So he ran away, but Li Changxiao was not willing to let him go. He pounced on him, grabbed his hind legs, and insisted on inviting him to have a drink with him.
The passerby was really scared, thinking that this man was crazy and if he didn't obey him, he might do something. So he had to agree and drank with Li Changxiao all night. He thought that the wine gourd should contain some dirty things like feces and urine, after all, crazy people are like this. But when he smelled it closely, he really had some aroma of wine and some smell of alcohol. He dared to drink again and was immediately drunk and dizzy.
Before falling asleep, he thought to himself, "It's over. Someone set a trap to kill me and I fell for it. Zhang Dasan, oh Zhang Dasan, you are extremely smart, handsome, and talented. You are a genius that has never been seen before and will never be seen again. I never thought that because of a moment of carelessness, you would die here before you could become famous. It's really a pity that God is jealous of your talent. I hate it so much."
Soon his eyes rolled back and he was completely unconscious, snoring like thunder, sleeping soundly. Li Changxiao had never expected that this man had such a poor alcohol tolerance. If he had known this, he would have let him go.
He used his sword to pick up the traveler, and while drinking, he escorted the traveler back to the city. The traveler woke up afterwards and hurriedly felt his whole body, fearing that he had lost his virginity. When he found that his whole body was intact and there was no abnormal feeling, he breathed a sigh of relief. He planned to find a few people to accompany him when he traveled on wild roads in the future. It was too dangerous to travel alone.
Li Changxiao walked and walked, out of the cold winter and into early spring. The ice and snow melted, the stream gurgled, and a small grass took the lead, breaking through the thick ice and poking out a branch.
When passing by a famous peak: Tiandu Peak, Li Changxiao climbed up the mountain and saw a white-haired old man sitting in a pavilion halfway up the mountain. The old man was brewing tea, with white smoke curling around the edge of the cup. He also saw Li Changxiao coming up the mountain path, and waved to him with a "Yo-ho" sound.
Li Changxiao walked towards him and sat in the pavilion. The white-haired old man first looked at his face, then his body, and finally at the Qingping sword, or more precisely, at the plum blossom inserted in the scabbard.
The white-haired old man asked, "Where are you from, little brother? Where are you going?" After that, he poured a cup of hot tea and gently pushed it in front of Li Changxiao. Li Changxiao took a sip, the hot tea was hot in his face, but it was cool and refreshing in his mouth. After drinking it in one gulp, he felt more relaxed and refreshed, as if his soul was flying to the sky and traveling around the world.
Li Changxiao asked, "Wudao Dragon Tea?" The white-haired old man laughed and said, "You know its stuff." Li Changxiao quickly drank it all in one gulp. The white-haired old man shook his head and laughed, then poured another cup for Li Changxiao.
Li Changxiao pointed to the south and said, "Come from that direction and look for someone." The white-haired old man asked again, "Man or woman?" Li Changxiao answered truthfully, "Woman." The white-haired old man stroked his beard and smiled, his eyes swept across the plum blossoms again, and said, "I think I already know who you are looking for."
Li Changxiao bowed and said, "Senior, you are so good at predicting things. I admire you." The white-haired old man waved his hand and said to himself, "I am helpless about her affairs. Forget it, forget it, I won't say more."
Li Changxiao stood up, bowed, and then left again. The white-haired old man watched Li Changxiao leave, watching him walk down the mountain path and disappear from his sight little by little.
Finally, he sighed softly, then looked away and poured himself some tea.
Li Changxiao went down the mountain, constantly recalling the conversation just now. Every word and every conversation seemed ordinary, but in fact it was filled with invisible Taoism. Tiandu Peak is a famous mountain. Over the years, countless famous sects have wanted to buy this mountain and make it their main place.
But they kept coming back empty-handed, and gradually, there were many speculations, speculating that the master behind Tiandu Peak was one of the five Mahayana masters: the Southern Old Buddha, the Northern Divine Warrior, Li Xundao, Su Qingmei, and Jidi.
Now it seems that the inference was indeed correct.
The white-haired old man halfway up the mountain is most likely the Emperor.