Xiao Chen’s eyes narrowed. Wasn’t this the old beggar he met in the valley that day? Why did he come to Qingzhou City again? He recalled carefully that it was after meeting this old beggar that Cangfeng Valley stopped chasing after him …

At this moment, he was certain that the old beggar was not a mortal in the mortal world. However, just as he was pondering, the old beggar was pushed out of the door by the two attendants.

Xiao Chen wanted to get up and chase after him, but when he thought about it, he stopped. If this continued, it would be rude. After a while, he went downstairs and bought a pot of wine from the waiter. He carried the wine gourd and went out.

However, after walking several streets, the old beggar was nowhere to be seen. Xiao Chen looked around and thought to himself, “In just a short while, where did the old beggar go?”

After walking for about an incense stick of time, Xiao Chen arrived at a lake. Today, the weather was fine and the wind was gentle. However, he saw a figure sitting on the bridge with his back against a stone pier. Wasn’t it the old beggar?

Xiao Chen slowly walked over. He saw the old beggar squinting his eyes, sitting with his back against the stone pier, comfortably basking in the sun, snoring, as if he had fallen asleep.

“Old sir?”

Xiao Chen shouted twice, but he didn’t react at all. Instead, his snoring grew louder and louder, but it didn’t seem like he was pretending to be asleep.

“Old sir?”

After shouting twice, Xiao Chen did not react at all. He simply walked closer. With a “pa” sound, he opened the wine gourd and handed it to the old beggar’s nose.

Sure enough, the old beggar sniffed twice and instantly regained his spirits. He opened his eyes and grabbed onto the wine gourd. When Xiao Chen saw him wake up, he smiled and said, “Old sir, we meet again. Do you still remember this junior?”

The old beggar narrowed his eyes, “So it’s you brat …”

Xiao Chen smiled gently and said, “That day in the mountain, this junior accidentally kicked over a pot of wine for Teacher. This pot of wine is considered an apology.”

“Hehe, you brat, you’re still quite good.”

The old beggar drank happily and kept praising, “After all these years, it is still in this mortal world that the wine brewed from the water of the Drunken Immortal Lake is the most delicious!”

Xiao Chen smiled as he listened to him say “In this mortal world”. He thought to himself, “Is he really a senior of the Profound Sect?” But why couldn’t he feel the slightest bit of cultivation aura from his body?

There were only two situations. One was that this person really did not have any cultivation, and the other was that this person’s cultivation was far above his own, and he was able to accept and release it freely.

A moment later, the old beggar finished drinking a gourd of wine and burped. He looked at Xiao Chen with a slight drunken look and chuckled, “How was it? That day, you were chased by your enemy?”

Xiao Chen smiled and said, “Thanks to Senior, I am didn’t encounter any danger that day.”

“Hehe, that’s good, that’s good.”

The old beggar smiled and pointed to a pavilion in the middle of the lake. “Do you see that drunken pavilion? On the next day, every time you bring me a jug of wine, the old man will tell you a story. How about it?”

Xiao Chen answered straightforwardly, “That’s easy to say.”

The next day, he had prepared a pot of wine and went to the Drunken Ones Pavilion in the lake. He saw that the old beggar was already here, but he did not know how long he had waited.

“Too slow, too slow. The old man waited here for a long time before you slowly came … did you bring the wine?”

The old beggar shook his hand impatiently. Xiao Chen smiled gently and carried the wine gourd into the pavilion. He smiled and said, “It’s I am’s impoliteness for the old gentleman to wait here for so long.”

“Alright, alright, let’s not talk about it anymore. I can smell the wine from afar … Sniff it for me … Mm, not bad, it smells like this.”

The old beggar was enjoying the wine Xiao Chen had brought him, while Xiao Chen was quietly waiting for the first story he wanted to tell.

‘”Listen carefully to the first story I want to tell you. A long time ago, a woodcutter went up the mountain to cut firewood. When he passed by a cave, he saw two old men playing chess in front of the cave. The woodcutter put down his axe and looked at it fascinatedly. After watching the game, the woodcutter remembered to go home. However, when he turned around, he saw that the handle of the axe had already rotted …”

“The woodcutter was puzzled, so he hurriedly went down the mountain. When he returned to the village, he discovered that everyone no longer recognized him. It turned out that a hundred years had passed in the mortal world when he was watching chess on the mountain …”

The old beggar slowly finished his story and drank all the wine in his hand. Xiao Chen was listening to it from the sidelines and smiled softly, “Senior, what you said is Lan Ke’s story.”

He had heard this story before. At that time, when he was at Purple Night Peak, he always wanted to return to the mortal world to see Wu Niang. Ling Yin said that his heart was bound by the mortal world. When would he be willing to cultivate in peace?

Thus, he told him this story. In the end, there was a gap between Immortals and mortals, and the changes in the world were often not something that could be changed by human beings.

“Alright, alright, you go. You’re too late today. Remember to hurry up tomorrow morning. I’ll tell you another story.”

The old beggar held the bamboo stick in his hand and staggered. As he spoke, he slowly walked towards the Drunken Uncle Pavilion.

Xiao Chen returned to the inn. The next day, before dawn, he went to the Drunken Pavilion. Along the way, he saw the stars and moon gradually sinking. The morning breeze blew slightly. When he arrived at the Drunken Pavilion, it was just dawn, but the old beggar was already in the pavilion.

“Too slow, too slow, too slow …”

The old beggar shook his hand. Xiao Chen smiled gently and walked in with the wine gourd. Today, he had heard another story from him. This story was also just a folk story and had nothing to do with the Righteous Dao of the Xuanmen Sect or the Devil Religion Sect.

Before leaving, the old beggar told him to hurry up tomorrow morning. On the third day, Xiao Chen was even earlier. When he arrived at the drunken pavilion, it was still dawn, but the old beggar was already sitting inside.

Xiao Chen couldn’t help but smile bitterly. On the seventh day, the moon was bright and the stars were dim. It was still a little cold outside. Just after his son, he brought the wine gourd out of the inn. After a while, he arrived at the drunken pavilion. In the end, the old beggar was still one step ahead of him and waited here.

“Old sir … Aren’t you cold?”

Xiao Chen smiled bitterly and was speechless. The old beggar seemed to be just a mortal. He trembled, rubbed his hands, and sneezed. “The old man came a step earlier than you every day for the sake of every day, but he took great pains …”

Xiao Chen shook his head and smiled bitterly. He walked over and opened the wine gourd. He handed it to him and said, “Old gentleman, take a sip of wine and warm up your body first.”

The old beggar took a sip of the wine he handed over. Xiao Chen sat beside him and waited for him to tell the seventh story. However, this time, the old beggar stopped telling the story. He stood up and said, “This wine is tired of drinking. My mouth is a little greedy. I suddenly feel like eating fish …”

“Fish?”

Xiao Chen didn’t know what kind of medicine this old beggar was selling in his gourd. He looked at the lake water outside the pavilion. Could it be that it was so cold that he wanted to go down and catch two fish for him?

“Cough cough …”

The old beggar coughed twice, “Of course I don’t want you to catch fish. Listen carefully. I’m greedy and want to eat four kinds of fish. They are steamed bass, roasted carp, jealous fish and no fish in the water.”

Xiao Chen frowned slightly after hearing this. The first two things were reasonable, but what was the point of this envious fish that had no fish in Shui Qing?