mortal mortal cultivator

Chapter 307 Qingyun Pavilion

Han Li frowned and began to think.

"To be honest, when you first said that you were going to join the WTO, I almost didn't understand what you meant?" Lu Yunze chuckled and gave a good laugh.

"Born into the world? Entering the world? In the huge world, mortals and cultivators, which one is not rolling in the world? Which one is not running around for life?"

"Old Han, you said you want to enter the world, but when will you pass away?"

Lu Yunze smiled, and slumped on the chair in a disfigured manner, looking at Han Li teasingly.

Outside the door, there was a constant flow of people.The hard worker who had just finished eating went out to look for work. The fisherman ate something hastily and told the boss with a smile on his face that the meal payment would be paid at the end of the month.

The small vendors outside the door are busy greeting passers-by, occasionally looking at the backlog of snacks on their stalls, showing a sad look.

In the sky, streaks of escaping light flashed from time to time, causing the children to exclaim twice, and then went about their business.

They're alive, they're living hard, but they're still alive.

"Old Han, have you seen it? They have always existed, and will always exist. You just set your eyes too high, and you can't see these people who are bending over to make a living."

Lu Yunze lowered his eyelids and said with a smile: "If you want to enter the world, then start with the people in this world."

Han Li stared blankly at Lu Yunze. At this moment, Lu Yunze's expression gave him a strange sense of familiarity.

He seemed to have seen this expression somewhere, but he couldn't remember it.

After an unknown amount of time, the guests at the next table changed from coolies to a table of sailors, and then to a family of five.

A middle-aged couple with dark skin and weathered faces, with three and a half boys, politely ordered two bowls of noodles, one piece of salted fish, and three empty bowls to the boss.

Han Li turned his head and looked at the family of five.

The youngest boy among them noticed his gaze and smiled shyly at him.

Han Li also smiled at him.Suddenly, he remembered that he had really seen Lu Yunze's expression before.

A long time ago, when he was still called Erlianzi, there was a temple with decent incense in Qingniu Town not far from home.

He had been there once and heard from the monks in the temple how amazing the Buddha enshrined in the temple was, turning his hands into clouds, turning his hands into rain, omniscient and omnipotent.

At that time, the young fool asked the monk a question, since the Buddha is so great, why didn't he smile, and frowned, looking very sad.

The monk told him that it was not sadness, but compassion.

This is the Buddha's compassion for sentient beings.

The idiot said that the monk was lying. If he was as great as the Buddha, he would definitely do whatever he wanted, eat enough every day, and eat every meal.

The monk touched his head with a smile and said that's why the Buddha would be sympathetic to the world.

Later, he left home and never went back. His mother still asked for a peace amulet for him in the temple and hung it in a small belt.

After so many years, the belt has long since failed, and Han Li replaced it with a fragment of a magic weapon he bought before, and put it together with the little green bottle.

Until now, that peace talisman is still hanging around Han Li's neck.

But Han Li suddenly realized that he couldn't remember the appearance of the peace talisman.

Obviously every time he took the vial, the peace talisman his mother begged for was placed beside him, but he never seemed to look at it.

The sudden panic made Han Li subconsciously grab the pouch around his neck. Behind the little green bottle, the peace amulet was still there.

Han Li vaguely remembered that he seemed to have treated this peace talisman so that it could always be by his side.

But when did that happen?

100 years ago?
Han Li froze in place and did not respond for a long time.

When he came to his senses, Lu Yunze had already dragged him out of the small restaurant. The two of them looked like two jobless people, squatting on the side of the road, watching people come and go, and the stream was endless.

After the family of five finished their meal, the father carefully picked out a few relatively intact copper coins from his pocket and stacked them on the table.

After leaving the restaurant, the youngest boy did not forget to say hello to Han Li.

"How do you feel?" Lu Yunze squatted beside Han Li and asked with a smile.

Han Li lowered his head and did not speak.

He suddenly felt that joining the WTO was a terrible idea.

He wanted to go back to his cave and continue to practice alone with peace of mind.

"Are you scared?" Lu Yunze asked with a smile.

Han Li didn't answer, he lowered his head, as a tacit consent.

He really felt scared, he was afraid that if he really entered the world, he would never come out again.

Lu Yunze patted Han Li's shoulder vigorously.

"Welcome back to the world." He said with a smile.

Han Li looked at him, not sure if he was serious or just joking about him.

"Let's go, didn't you say you will be in WTO for 20 years? It's only been a few days." Lu Yunze stood up, grabbed Han Li's arm, and pulled him up forcefully.

"Don't talk about it, I thought about it carefully, and suddenly felt like what you said, it seems pretty good for us to open a store!" Lu Yunze walked in front and said without turning his head.

"It just so happens that I know someone who has a shop for sale. I heard that he has earned enough money and has a grandson at home. He plans to go home to take care of himself. We can just buy that shop, but we don't know what to do. What is it called, let me think about it..."

Han Li looked at the chattering Lu Yunze, and raised his head to look at the sky.

The Sea of ​​Stars also has a rainy season, and it is longer than the rainy season on land.

The sky has been gray until now, with layers of overcast clouds piled up together, and there may not be a downpour of rain at any time.

Suddenly, there seemed to be a bang in the sky.

Han Li thought it was finally going to rain, but he didn't expect that a ray of sunshine peeked out from behind the dark clouds.

The dark clouds in the sky dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye, and it turned into a sunny day in an instant.

Han Li looked around, and found that the roadside vendors were selling things in a leisurely manner, the pedestrians on the road were still in a hurry, and the sailors crossed their shoulders, telling nasty jokes as they walked towards the beach.

It seemed that Han Li was the only one worrying unnecessarily. These mortals who lived here for generations already knew that today would be a sunny day.

"Lu's Artifact Refining... too vulgar! Fengchen Pavilion... a bit like a brothel! Tushi..."

"Call it Qingyun Pavilion." Han Li suddenly called out, interrupting Lu Yunze's increasingly dangerous naming process.

Lu Yunze curled his lips in disgust, "What a vulgar name."

"Can't you think of a good name?" Han Li said disdainfully, rolling his eyes.

"Who said that? I think Tushi..."

"Stop! You can easily be struck by lightning for using that stupid name! Let's go to Qingyun Pavilion."

"cut!"

Lu Yunze lowered his head and smacked his lips, reluctantly acquiescing.

Han Li looked at him with a light smile on the corner of his mouth.

He suddenly looked forward to his journey into the WTO.

(End of this chapter)