Ling tripod

Mr. Zhao excitedly recounted the story of the past thirty years.

Mr. Zhao spent a huge amount of money and searched for ten years, and finally found the woman. Although she was already old when he saw her, Mr. Zhao still recognized her at a glance.

What's more, Mr. Zhao himself didn't know that what happened after he got drunk that night, but he had a pair of sons.

And these two sons have children and grandchildren. Mr. Zhao didn't know for so many years that he already had so many children and grandchildren. This is a great news for Mr. Zhao, who has no children in his life.

The most ridiculous thing is that he doesn't even know the name of the woman who gave birth to his children.

Finally, Mr. Zhao found her. Her name is Xue'er.

Back then, Xue'er didn't look for Mr. Zhao.

Originally, she thought she would never see Mr. Zhao again in her life, but she didn't expect that she could see him when she was over 70 years old.

The two of them and their many descendants lived happily for twenty years.

Both Mr. Zhao and Xue'er knew that they didn't have much time left.

Especially in recent days, Xue'er's condition has become more serious.

The only thing she wanted was to return to Ping'an City and thank the shopkeeper.

Because if it weren't for him, Mr. Zhao wouldn't have woken up. If he hadn't woken up, there wouldn't be her and Mr. Zhao's happy old age for the past twenty years.

Everyone heard this and sighed.

Time is ruthless. It's so hard to be together for twenty years when you are old.

So, you can imagine how great Chu Yan's kindness was back then.

"No need to thank us. Meeting is fate, and meeting again is a deep fate. I have a second story here. Would you like to listen to it?"

At this moment, Chu Yan's voice came out again.

This voice is no longer as young as it was back then, but carries the air of time.

Chu Yan in the room is already in his fifties. He is in Ping'an City to spend his second life on the Fallen Fairy Island.

"Thank you, shopkeeper!"

The old man smiled.

The old woman, who was like a candle in the wind, also smiled.

The old man supported the old woman and walked into the tavern.

Lao Zhang was very happy. He knew that he didn't have much time, but he didn't expect that he would have the opportunity to tell this last story.

When he was about to walk to the green curtain and ask Chu Yan what story he should tell, Chu Yan's voice came:

"This time, tell your story, the story you want to tell..."

Lao Zhang heard it, and his eyes showed gratitude. He sat at the table, tapped the green wood, and tremblingly unfolded the paper fan.

"Today, what I want to tell is life!"

Life, a person's life!

Lao Zhang is more than 90 years old. In his twilight years, he has experienced pain, happiness, sadness, and touching in his life...

All of this, today he wants to tell a story.

"That year..."

Lao Zhang began to tell.

At this moment, everyone listened attentively, listening to Lao Zhang telling the story of life.

One person, a lifetime!

Some young people were touched, and they lamented that they had not yet honored their parents.

Some middle-aged people were touched, and they understood that they had not yet properly educated their children.

Some elderly people were touched, and they felt the same way, and when they heard Lao Zhang's story, they felt as if they were recalling their own lives!

...

No one spoke, and everyone listened, listening to the sadness and beauty of these years.

Mr. Zhao and his wife supported each other and listened quietly, with smiles on their lips.

Finally, at this moment, the sun set in the west.

Lao Zhang sighed, as if he had sighed out all the joys and sorrows, and finally spoke in an open-minded tone: "This story is over!"

He sat on the chair with a smile on his face.

When everyone was reminiscing, they found that Lao Zhang's smile would always remain there, and he would leave with a smile in his life.

And at this moment, Mr. Zhao and his wife's smiles were also frozen there.

They, after having no regrets in their lives, finally left with a smile.

The death of the three old men added a sense of sadness to the whole atmosphere, and more of it was this desolation.

Life is short, and it is so short.

More people have realized that after today, they will cherish their lives and everything around them.

The second jar of wine, the second dish, and the third paragraph of the book, all have their own belonging in the thirty years of life.

"Yier, from today on, you will lead the lecture, and this life will be inherited by you!"

At this moment, Chu Yan's voice came out.

"Yes, Master!"

Tan Tou'er spoke, he knew that he had a heavy task on his shoulders, and at the same time, there was a hint of entanglement in his eyes.

In a somewhat desolate atmosphere, the tavern closed.

Still no one saw that in a corner of the crowd, a young figure at this moment, with a gleam in his eyes: "Thirty years, looking for a destined person, but I don't want to be the same three people thirty years ago, but the three people have changed their positions. All this, is it the good fortune you gave... Interesting, interesting..."

The next moment, the young figure disappeared.

Behind the green curtain, Chu Yan, who was sitting cross-legged, opened his eyes and said calmly: "My second dish, second jar of wine, and second paragraph of the book have not been able to attract you. I also want to see if you are the final destined person I am looking for!"

At this moment, in the last story of Lao Zhang's life, Chu Yan's understanding of what he had already understood was further improved.

Time passed.

Another twenty years passed.

This is the fiftieth year that Chu Yan came to Ping'an City.

A lot of things have happened in these twenty years.

Tan Tou'er's son is now married.

Tan Tou'er is over sixty years old. He inherited Lao Zhang's storytelling. In the past twenty years, he has also told many stories. Now he has the style of Lao Zhang.

Shun Liu is over seventy years old, and he is still in the tavern, responsible for the drinks. He has been very happy in the past twenty years.

Fat San is over eighty years old, with many children and grandchildren, but he still stays in the tavern to cook. Although his health is not as good as it was in the past, fortunately, the tavern only sells one dish at most in a day.

In these twenty years, no one can drink the third jar of wine, eat the third dish, and hear the third paragraph of the book.

Chu Yan is still waiting for the destined person, waiting for this person to come and help him break through the barrier of peeping and enter the realm of true understanding.

Over the years, some people have already guessed Chu Yan's identity and come to visit.

Long Xiaoyou, Bing Xiaorou, Master Xianshou, the old man surnamed He...

All have come before, but no matter who comes, Chu Yan has never walked out of the green curtain, just because he has not found the fate of this life.

On this day, two people came together.

These two people are Chu Yan's acquaintances, Li Qingzhe and Li Ziwen.

They had deep grievances with Chu Yan in the past, but after the gambling stone incident and in the inner sea, when Chu Yan did not take action, the hatred for Chu Yan in their hearts was like Feng Yiya, and it was no longer as much as it was in the past.

The most important thing is that the identities of the two people are now extraordinary.

Artistic realm comprehenders.

Both of them have reached the realm of peeping into the mind, but they have not broken through. They know that Chu Yan is here, so they come here today to talk.

Artistic realm comprehenders basically don't hide too much, because they can't hide, and the temperament they exude is definitely not comparable to ordinary people.

Besides, Li Ziwen and Li Qingzhe had never thought of hiding.

The arrival of the two immediately set off a storm.

"Two artistic conception immortals came to Xunyuan Tavern!"

"Even artistic conception immortals want to visit the shopkeeper!"

"The shopkeeper is indeed a wise man!"

...

For a while, countless people in the city gathered towards Xunyuan Tavern.

Li Ziwen and Li Qingzhe had extremely calm faces. The 150 years since they entered the world have greatly changed their mentality.

"The two brothers of the Li family are here to visit the shopkeeper!"

At this moment, Li Ziwen spoke with a serious expression.

Li Qingzhe also clasped his fists, but did not speak.

The two naturally knew Chu Yan's identity, but Chu Yan had not told everyone at this moment, and the two of them would not point it out.

"What is the so-called origin?"

Chu Yan's voice came out faintly.

In fact, at this moment, behind the green curtain, Chu Yan's old face, which was already over 70 years old, had a pair of eyes with a bit of brilliance, just because of Li Ziwen's words.

Li brothers!

Li Qingzhe and Li Ziwen, both of them have the same surname and are both on the first-level mission of the Holy Son. The most important thing is that Chu Yan once felt a breath of the same origin in both of them.

Now, hearing Li Ziwen's words, Chu Yan can be sure that the two must have had a great connection before they became dark cultivators.

However, Chu Yan is not suitable to be very sure whether they are brothers.

"I want to drink a jar of wine!"

Li Qingzhe said, and his eyes were no longer as arrogant as before.

"Why drink?"

At this moment, Chu Yan's voice came out from behind the green curtain again.

"There are two brothers who have been separated since childhood. Now they want to reunite again. Under the alliance, they will achieve great things together. Today, I come to ask for a glass of wine!"

Li Ziwen said immediately.

"For this fate, you can only drink the first jar of wine!"

Chu Yan's voice was still flat.

Li Qingzhe said seriously: "These two brothers have gone through hardships and have faced each other in life and death. Now they have broken through everything and returned to their origins..."

"For this fate, you can drink the second jar of wine!"