Xuanxia

Chapter 1082 The Last Day

The smoker said nothing more.

From the time he learned that the Heavenly Sword was destroyed until he arrived at Duanling City, he didn't say a word. He had a gloomy face the whole time and sighed from time to time, which made the atmosphere very bad.

Fu Qingzhou could also understand.

That sword was made by Jiang Lingyun at the request of Yan Gui, who had spent a lot of effort on it. All the subsequent changes, battles, and even the lives and deaths of countless people were due to that sword.

As a result, the sword was destroyed inexplicably and silently.

If it were me, I would probably feel so uncomfortable that I wouldn’t want to talk.

This situation continued until the evening.

They did not stay in an inn. The Nebula Chamber of Commerce had been operating in Duanling City for a long time, so naturally it had its own businesses and houses. However, the environment here was harsh, so naturally there were no houses, only a yard surrounded by earthen houses.

At night, the smoker sat alone at the earthen table in the yard, staring at the night sky in a daze.

After sitting like this for a long time, his nose suddenly twitched slightly.

Then he turned sharply and reached out to catch what was thrown at him.

"What is this? It smells good."

The smoker looked at the oil paper bag in his hand and raised his eyebrows.

"Pancakes." Fu Qingzhou also held an oil-paper bag in his hand and walked over while chewing on a pancake. He said leisurely, "When we first arrived in Lingxiang Town, didn't you tell me that when you have a body, you should eat pancakes for the first meal."

"Tsk, I was just saying it casually at the time."

The smoker bared his teeth, put the pancake into his mouth, opened his two rows of long-blackened teeth, bit the pancake, and pulled it hard.

The pancakes were very soft just out of the oven. After he tore them off, the pancake in his mouth was still smoking.

The smoker chewed the biscuit in his mouth hard, a look of satisfaction and emotion appeared on his face, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes relaxed happily, and even tears accumulated in the corners of his eyes.

After a moment, he swallowed hard, his Adam's apple rolling up and down, and finally swallowed the first bite of biscuit into his stomach.

"what……"

He sighed with satisfaction, and the tail of the sigh was very long.

"Have you forgotten what it feels like to eat?"

Fu Qingzhou chewed a pancake and sat down next to the smoker: "Is it comfortable?"

"There are many things more comfortable than eating."

The smoker said as he tore off another piece of fried rice and chewed it contentedly: "Drinking, killing, and playing with women are all much more enjoyable."

"Tsk tsk tsk, playing with women."

Fu Qingzhou curled his lips: "When will your cultivation be restored?"

"Why are you asking this?" The smoker glanced at him and quickly turned away.

This kind of erratic look made Fu Qingzhou's heart skip a beat.

"What's wrong?"

He sat up straight and said, "Old man, is there something wrong with your cultivation?"

"How can there be a problem with something that doesn't exist?" The smoker said leisurely.

Fu Qingzhou's pupils shrank.

"I didn't say that I was a cripple just because I said that." The Smoker tore off a piece of pancake with his teeth and said calmly, "Before my resurrection, my soul suffered a huge trauma. At the same time, my body was pierced by a sword for thousands of years."

"The fact that I can recover and be resurrected is already a miracle among miracles. I don't even expect to be able to practice again."

He put on a not-so-sincere smile: "That's good."

Fu Qingzhou swallowed the cake in his mouth with difficulty.

No wonder the smoker was so upset. From one of the strongest people in the world to an ordinary person today, he accepted it calmly.

But when he turned around, he realized that his greatest wish and desire in life - the Sword of Heaven, had turned into ashes.

"I originally wanted to ask you to go with me to depose the lord, but now it seems that forget it. You should just enjoy your old age."

Fu Qingzhou smiled and said, "So what's the story behind that sword? And what's the story behind the dark clouds and green clouds?"

"Well, it's a long story... You've met Biyun, so you should know that I left the Styx Valley after I asked him to guard it..."

The smoker spoke slowly.

But just as he opened his mouth to speak, there was a sudden knock at the entrance of the courtyard, interrupting him.

The sound was like a bamboo pole hitting the ground.

They both turned their heads away at the same time.

The smoker was fine. He had lost all his skills, so it was normal for him not to notice someone approaching.

But Fu Qingzhou's pupils suddenly shrank!

He also didn't notice anyone approaching!
After seeing who was coming, Fu Qingzhou's breathing even stopped.

This is an old acquaintance, an old acquaintance whom he once thought was insignificant and incompetent, but later he developed a secret respect for.

"Exiled old gentleman?"

Fu Qingzhou blurted out.

"Hehehe... Young Master Fu, long time no see."

At the gate of the courtyard, an old fortune teller holding a long banner with the words "Iron Mouth and Straight Forward" came leisurely in a pair of straw cloth shoes. The bamboo pole at the bottom of the long banner made a light tapping sound on the ground. He was dressed in cloth but there was not a trace of dust on him. He was as clean as if he had just washed.

"If I'm not mistaken, when you pull the sword out of the sword demon, a certain old man pretending to be a ghost will come looking for you. He stole the Xuanxing Divine Iron that I gave you, and it's time to return it to you. By then, you will be able to find the place we went to that year."

The words in Uncle Qingsongzi's letter suddenly popped up in Fu Qingzhou's mind.

In an instant, many things from the past were connected in his mind!
If it weren't for this exiled old gentleman, Fu Qingzhou would not have met Master Wu, and would not have been rescued by Master Wu and restored to his cultivation after his dantian was completely destroyed.

Similarly, if there had been no exiled old man, Fu Qingzhou would not have become closer and closer to Jiang Baichuan, and even after a long time, he would not have inherited Jiang Baichuan and realized the way of only me.

In addition, there are Hua Wuying and Tang Jiao, who also met Yan Yidong with the help of this fortune teller... In the end, one of them got the Sword of Righteousness, and the other escaped from the capital with the help of Yan Yidong, and helped Yan Yidong to stand up and stabilize the situation in the capital three years ago.

Yes...the exiled old man also told Fu Qingzhou to spare Jiang Baichuan's life.

Just that one mercy brought me the way of being myself!
Every time, the exiled old man appeared, he was so quiet and silent.

How come I... never realized it?

And this time, why did I realize it again?
"Get acquainted again."

The exiled old man looked at the stunned Fu Qingzhou and the suspicious-looking smoker, and slowly came to the earthen table where the two were sitting, sat down, swung the long banner to the side, and said with a smile: "I am called the exiled immortal, and today is the last day of my life."

Fu Qingzhou raised his eyebrows: "The last day? What do you mean? You..."

"Your breath."

The smoker suddenly leaned forward, his nose twitched, and his expression became very strange: "Your breath... why, is it so familiar?"

"Young Master Fu, you see, your friend recognized my origins before you did."

The exiled immortal laughed and stroked his long beard, saying, "But this is not surprising. People tend to ignore things that are too familiar to them, but they are often impressed by things that hurt them."

"!!!"

The smoker's eyes widened instantly: "You! You are..."

"Oh, yes."

The exiled immortal spread his hands and said, "Young Master Fu failed to accept the invitation of Heavenly Dao, which resulted in the destruction of the Heavenly Dao Sword. As the spirit in the sword, I only have one day left to live."

(End of this chapter)