v2 Chapter 1177： Luo Xuan ancestor (1/2)
Gu Qingfeng was drinking Luo Xuan Lao Tang while listening to the shopkeeper talking with the elders of Shang Qingzong.
to be frank.
Gu Qingfeng has never deliberately concealed his identity, and he did not care whether his identity was exposed or not.
To him, it doesn't make much difference whether his identity is revealed or not.
No exposure, less trouble, more convenience.
Exposure is nothing more than trouble and less convenience, that's all.
He is in trouble now, and naturally he doesn't care about the trouble caused by his identity exposure.
Moreover, compared with the cause and effect of sin, Three Thousand Avenues, this trouble is really irrelevant.
After the elder Bai Xuan of Shang Qingzong and others finished drinking Luo Xuan Lao Tang, they did not stay long because there were so many things to do in the zong.
After Luo Xuan's shopkeeper sent Elder Bai Xuan away, Gu Qingfeng asked: ”The shopkeeper, ask, is Father Luo Xuan still alive?”
Mr. Luo Xuan was not thin to himself then. Now that he is here, Gu Qingfeng ponders how he must visit him.
”Master Luo Xuan?” The shopkeeper laughed: ”The younger brother is not a local at first glance? We, Luo Xuan Lao Tang, all the elders who are a little older are Father Luo Xuan. I don't know which old man you are looking for? ”
”That's true.”
Gu Qingfeng thought about it, but he could n’t remember the name of the old man named Luo Xuan who took care of himself, and said, “I do n’t know what the old man ’s name is. I want to say that he is not your shopkeeper. It ’s true that you used to be fine. ”
”Previously? How long ago?”
Luo Xuan Lao Tang's shopkeeper looked up and down the ancient Qingfeng. It was very strange to see that the ancient Qingfeng had no cultivation and no creation. After all, in this age of ancient times when all things are revived and created, it is not rare to say that there is no creation But if you do n’t even fix it, it ’s very rare.
”Almost four hundred years ago, right? The old man has a nickname, known as the old soup chief, and everyone in Shixian Town knows him.”
Upon hearing the old soup chief, the shopkeeper immediately knew who Gu Qingfeng was looking for, and said, ”That's our old ancestor of Luo Xuan, what do you ask his old man for?”
”What? This ...”
Gu Qingfeng rubbed his chin. For a while, he really didn't know how to answer this question and explained: ”It's not a big deal, I just want to see the old man.”
”That's it.”
The shopkeeper glanced at the sky and said, ”At this time, our ancestors usually listen to music at the opera garden near Longtan. If you want to wait, just wait here. When the sun goes down, his old man returns. If you don't want to wait, you can go to the theater near Longtan to find him. ”
”This old man hasn't changed at all.”
Listening to the saying of the shopkeeper, Gu Qingfeng remembered this. The old man would go to the garden next to Longtan to listen to music every afternoon, and it would be thundering. This was the case before. He dared to live for so many years, but it has not changed at all.