C135 (1/2)
Lu Beiyou only heaved a sigh of relief after returning to the city wall where he saw the Qingshan City.
He turned to see that no one was following him, so he carried Lao Kong on his back as he walked in.
”Why did you bring him to me?”
”Shouldn't you be honored?” This is a Confucian Saint, a genuine one. ”
”Come on, I've never seen the Confucian Saint in a coma for three days.”
In a small courtyard full of lilies, two men were sitting on a stone block, bickering.
Lu Beiyou did not immediately bring Lao Kong back to the 'two', but chose to leave him in Ding Hong's courtyard to rest.
On one hand, because Lao Kong was in a coma, there was no one who would take care of him at all times even if he brought him back to the tavern.
On the other hand, due to safety reasons, there was the puppet, the Ding Family Ancestor, and a clan of immortal beasts guarding the City Lord's Mansion.
Mu Qiuqiu had come here once every two days, but when he saw Lao Kong's condition, he had not spoken a word.
After that, he was pulled back to the tavern by Lu Beiyou. Yesterday, he had heard the news that the Second Elder of the Li Family had been beaten half to death while he was out on a parade.
Lu Beiyou didn't need to think to know that Mu Qiuqiu was angry.
”If he really is the Confucian Saint, then what about the ten thousand li long book from before?” Ding Hong poured himself a cup of hot tea and placed it on his palm as he asked.
Lu Beiyou fiddled with the teacup in front of him, bored, ”He was the one who made it.”
Ding Hong sighed: ”Then I owe him a favor.”
”Oh?” Lu Beiyou looked at Ding Hong with some curiosity, hoping that he would give her an answer.
Ding Hong took a light sip of hot tea and said, ”On that day, I borrowed the righteous energy contained within those five thousand kilometers of books and instantly comprehended the bottleneck at the peak of the Mahayana.”
”Does that mean you are about to step into the Half-step Immortal Realm?”
When Lu Beiyou spoke, his tone was faintly sour.
”More or less.”
Seeing Ding Hong's smiling face, Lu Beiyou weakly groaned. He was clearly not that much younger than Ding Hong himself, as he was already at the peak of the middle levels of the Ruins Returning Stage, yet this fellow was already at the peak of the Mahayana Stage, and had even gotten himself a bottleneck.
This made Lu Beiyou very jealous.
”Alright, alright, I don't have any plans to step into the Half-step Immortal for the time being?” Ding Hong looked at his eyes that were filled with green with jealousy and couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Hearing that, Lu Beiyou's face was full of suspicion, ”What are you doing, others are all eager to become immortals, and you actually don't want to become immortals? Was his brain crushed by a door, or was he kicked by a donkey? ”
Ding Hong rolled his eyes at Lu Beiyou and called out softly, ”Su'er.”
A black clothed female appeared behind Ding Hong, and gently wrapped her arms around Ding Hong's neck, her face full of attachment.
”Stepping into the Immortal Realm requires one to become one with one's own Immortal species, and from then on, one can control the great momentum of the world.”
Ding Hong caressed the black shadow woman's face, and said with a gentle expression: ”But I only have Su'er, as for the other things, I'm too lazy to think about them right now, as for cultivation realm, that's fine.”
Lu Beiyou did not say anything, he only nodded and stood up to stretch.
”Lao Kong, I'll stay here and rest for a few days. After he wakes up, I'll take him away.”
Ding Hong nodded, ”Let's go slowly.”
After Lu Beiyou left the City Lord's Mansion, he strolled around the Qingshan City buying a few things before leaving the city.
The tavern across the street originally had a slightly wider path, but there was also a dilapidated restaurant. It was likely that it had failed due to poor management, leaving behind a scene of devastation.
However, in the last two days, it was unknown who had bought this tavern, but there was a constant stream of people entering and exiting the tavern.