Flying Thunder God of Douluo Continent

Chapter 78

Cao Bailu left Jiange and headed deeper into the land of Western Shu.

He already understood who Oscar had become, and the next thing he needed to do was to wake up Oscar who thought he was Liu Ying.

Of course, this is not something that can be done just by talking about it. In fact, this operation is quite difficult.

[Maybe we can wake up a person who pretends to be asleep, but if we get too involved, then no one can actually help him. 】

[In the end, we still have to look at Oscar himself. . . 】

[Whether to continue to be the existence under the one person and over ten thousand people, or choose to return to Douluo Continent to be a little soul master, the choice is up to him. 】

[I can only do my best. 】

Cao Bailu continued to run on the land of Western Shu. Not surprisingly, he could reach the capital of Western Shu within today.

Not far away, there was a small village with smoke rising from the kitchen. It was time for lunch, so Cao Bailu decided to get himself something to eat first.

Cao Bailu headed towards the small village.

"Where is this all going?" Cao Bailu said to himself, looking at the sign at the entrance of the village.

"Dashui Village? Have you reached this deep in Western Shu?" Cao Bailu exclaimed, and then thought of something else.

"I remember that in Dashui Village, there is a small alley called Qingyi Lane, which seems to have walked out of several Xishu Sword Immortals,"

"This seems to have a history of thousands of years..."

"Anyway, I'm free after lunch, so I might as well go there and have a look,"

Cao Bailu decided so.

There are almost no outsiders in Dashui Village. There is no inn in this self-sufficient small village, and even restaurants are pitifully few. Cao Bailu wandered around and finally found a small farm restaurant.

After messing around inside, Cao Bailu walked towards Qingyi Lane.

The scorching heat of early autumn seems so insignificant in the breezy mountains and forests.

Several different species of birds built mud nests, apparently in preparation for the winter months ahead.

Cao Bailu was tired of looking at the same scenery and listening to Lin Yin who started to become noisy. He carefully looked at everything in this magical purple land, but didn't think much about it.

The Bai Yujing in his body is refining the autumn water in the Qifu Pool, if there are no major changes, then the second Ascending Immortal City will be established in the near future, and then Cao Bailu will usher in a brand new change.

Some people look forward to, but not to say that it will make people sleepless.

Cao Bailu finally came to Qingyi Lane.

It was a very ordinary alley, no one lived in it, and no one cleaned it, and it went back and forth all year round, leaving a lot of dust.

Cao Bailu didn't care, he walked to the depths of Qingyi Lane.

The blue tiles and stones on the walls on both sides are the main reason why Qingyi Lane is called Qingyi Lane.It's just that it has been in disrepair for a long time, and the originally smooth blue tiles on the walls are now rough and full of cracks.

Cao Bailu felt a little regretful, this place was not as good as he imagined.

The front is getting narrower and narrower, so that only one person can move forward.

Behind the blue walls on both sides, there are countless houses that have long been unoccupied. Occasionally, the sound of wind chimes that never slack off in work can be heard, but the owner of the house with the wind chimes can no longer be seen.

In Xishu, the afternoon sun is neither dazzling nor abrasive. He is like a little old man holding hot tea, quietly following you around.

Cao Bailu never got tired of it, he continued to walk towards the depths of Tsing Yi Lane.

On the blue tiles and stones on both sides, there are many children's graffiti. Those innocent children have painted all kinds of their own whimsy into the fleeting time and into this not so good world.

It's just that these children are gone.

After all, Tsing Yi Lane is an old block of Dashui Village. This old alley with a history of a thousand years may still have a few sporadic fireworks houses more than ten years ago, but now, there is really nothing.

Even the smiling faces of the children were gone.

Cao Bailu looked at Qingyi Lane, which was gradually coming to an end, and felt very uncomfortable.

【Let's go back. . . 】

Cao Bailu thought, he was going to walk this Tsing Yi Lane to the end, and then use the Flying Thunder God technique to continue on his way.

However, Cao Bailu seemed to see a person clearly sitting at the end of Qingyi Lane.

An old man.

Cao Bailu walked over, wanting to see more clearly.

It is indeed an old man.

Leaning on crutches, he was squatting at the end of Tsing Yi Lane, blowing a bamboo leaf in his mouth.

The small music played by the bamboo leaves is not pleasant, but it can be regarded as pleasant to listen to. The repertoire is old, and it is a cliché that has been passed down for hundreds of years, but this is a romance that belongs only to the older generation.

Cao Bailu sat beside the old man, listening attentively to the old man's playing.

He heard that the grass grows and the warbler flies, Yang Liu Yiyi and the children leave school.

He could hear the colors of the countryside, the evening fishing songs and the cool autumn harvest.

He just listened carefully, letting time pass by.

The old man was old after all, and he couldn't blow seven or eight tunes in one breath like when he was young. He put down the bamboo leaf in his mouth and planned to rest for a while.

"Old man, you play really well," Cao Bailu praised with a smile.

"Young man, you have a sweet mouth and a rotten heart, don't boast unconscionably," the old man didn't appreciate it, "I still know what level I am, so don't make excuses for nothing."

Well, chatting to death is also the only skill of the old people.

Cao Bailu smiled stiffly, and asked another question: "Old man, why do you still live here? Why don't you move to Xinjie? What about your family?"

"I'm used to living here, so I don't have the energy to toss around." The old man lit up an old pipe and took a puff heavily. "My wife is gone, my daughter is married, and the only male in the family has been arrested." If you went to be a pawn, you would have died long ago."

"Young man, aren't you a local?" the old man asked.

"The old man has good eyesight. I am indeed not a local. I came to do business from Jiangdong."

"What business do you do?"

"Tea seller." Cao Bailu opened his pouch and took out a tea cake, "Old man, take a look and accept it if you like it."

The old man took the tea cake, and just smelling it, he exclaimed: "Excellent tea under the skirt, boy, it's not easy, the tea is so good, old man, I accept it against my conscience."

"Well, you just accept it, and I was lucky enough to get this batch of goods," Cao Bailu scratched his head and explained with a smile.

"You said you were selling tea?" The old man glanced at Cao Bailu and said with a sneer, "The devil would believe it."

"I don't have any tea smell on my body, how could it be a tea seller?"

"Old man, are you still hopeful?" Cao Bailu said in amazement, "This is amazing, who is the senior who dare to ask? What's the name in the Jianghu?"

"I don't have any name, and I haven't been in the rivers and lakes," said the old man, holding his old smoking gun, "You young man is a bit interesting. You are obviously a king, but you are tainted with a lot of hypocrisy. , I’m getting old, I can’t even understand.”

"Old man, you have good eyesight," Cao Bailu wiped off his cold sweat, and said, "Is there really no name in the world?"

"Don't ask, it's boring," the old man shook his head leisurely. He pointed at Cao Bailu with the bong and said, "It won't do you any good to ask."

"Okay, old man, put away the tea, I'll be leaving first." Cao Bailu stood up, ready to leave, after all he couldn't waste too much time.

"Boy, don't worry," but the old man stopped Cao Bailu and said, "After taking your tea, I am not ignorant of the truth. In this way, I also have a few good things here. You can choose one." .”

"I haven't seen such an interesting young man like you for a long time. How can ordinary people go to this Tsing Yi Lane," the old man rambled, very homely.

He went into the house and took a small package, and handed it to Cao Bailu: "Here, the old man has accumulated so much property in his life, so he can't take it all to the grave. Since I took your tea, you don't have to be polite." , pick whatever you want."

Cao Bailu looked at the old man in front of him, but he didn't open the package.

He could already feel that there was nothing ordinary in this package.

This made Cao Bailu even more reluctant to open it.

"Old man, I appreciate your kindness, but let's forget about this thing. You put it away, I won't take it," Cao Bailu returned the package to the old man, and said, "I really have to go, see you later!"

With that said, Cao Bailu did not stop, and activated the Flying Thunder God Technique, and left Tsing Yi Lane.

Seeing the young man leave out of thin air, the seemingly homely old man was not very surprised.

He just sat down again and blew his own bamboo leaf ditty.

Wrapped around, trembling slightly.

After a long while, the old man put down the bamboo leaves and sighed.

"Go,"

At that moment, the old man became even older.

"What are you doing with a dying man?"

"That young man should be the famous Cao Bailu. He is a reborn product who is dead. Follow him, and you won't suffer."

The package trembled more vigorously.

"I wait here every day, waiting for a good seedling who can be my closed disciple. How many years have I been waiting? I forgot, but unfortunately I didn't get anything,"

"I can't, really, like Cao Bailu said, drag you into the coffin, right?"

"Then Cao Bailu, although his grandfather is an evil dragon, he looks so-so, and he can make do with it."

"That's it, I'm tired, I'm going to take a nap..."

"This sleep, I really might not be able to wake up..."

The old man lay down on the same old rattan chair beside him.

Squeak, squeak.

"Old man, don't embarrass us..."

The old man felt sleepy for a while.

Over the years, this drowsiness has crept into the old man's heart countless times, but he suppressed them forcibly.

Now, the old man no longer wants to bother.

He let the drowsiness wrap around his body.

Let yourself fall asleep.

The voice of the forest is still there.

But the old man no longer woke up.

The wicker chair under the old man was still creaking.

A bird flies by, picks up the possibly legendary bamboo leaf that has fallen to the ground, and prepares to build its new nest.

The sound of the wind chime in Tsing Yi Lane is still the same.

It's just that one more door has been added to the countless doors that were already closed.

I don't know when the package was opened, but the contents inside had long since disappeared.

Legend has it that in Xixuan thousands of years ago, in Dashui Village of Xishu, in Tsingyi Lane, there lived an old Tanhua.

He once asked the sword among scholars all over the world.

On the day of the sword questioning, the most holy teacher, the leader of the three religions, and countless sages were all present.

But no one dared to take the sword.

　Today's big change of 7000+ makes up for yesterday's stretch.

　　Thank you for your support. In fact, I have been unable to find the status recently, and I will slowly adjust it.

　　Thank you for your support! Thank you very much!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)