Chapter 137 Shopkeeper "Junior Brother...are you out of spiritual power?...
The innkeeper was startled and woke up halfway. "Eat or stay?"
A handful of broken spirit stones were placed on the table. The shopkeeper took a closer look and looked at the person who came.
The man was wearing a black cloak, his face completely covered, leaving only a pair of cracked and pale lips exposed.
Few people came to the desert. Most of the guests were monks traveling around the world of cultivation. Even the demon shopkeeper had seen a few of them. He didn't find it strange to see Xie Wuyang. He just reached out and took the handful of spirit stones in his hand and weighed them. "These spirit stones are enough to live for a long time."
After a long while, a hoarse, rough voice came, "Monthly subscription."
"Okay, room two on the second floor." The shopkeeper put away the spirit stone. "Would you like some food?"
"Um."
"What do you want to eat?"
"casual."
After saying these two words, the man seemed impatient. He pulled the brim of his hat, turned around and walked upstairs.
"Hey. This guy is really weird." The shopkeeper muttered as he walked out of the counter.
When he arrived in the room, Xie Wuyang took off his large cloak, sat down at the table and poured himself a cup of tea.
The cool tea flowed down his throat into his lower abdomen, soothing his thirst and making Xie Wuyang feel much better.
It's funny to say that when he was planning to kill Yun Wanzhou, he jumped off the sword, but he happened to reveal something. They were in the sky above the desert, with no solid ground and no water. Even if he landed safely without being discovered by others, how could he survive?
Unfortunately, he had no cultivation, so he walked in the desert for two days. Finally, he found a town before dying of thirst and was lucky enough to survive.
There was a burning pain in my lungs.
Xie Wuyang thought of Yun Wanzhou's rare expression of dismay when he jumped, and his heart became more and more stuffy and blocked.
It's like having something you like right in front of you, and you have the ability to get it, but you have to give it up for other reasons. Every time you think about it afterwards, although you don't regret it, it doesn't make you feel good either.
The innkeeper quickly brought the food over.
Several of the dishes were unfamiliar to Xie Wuyang. They didn't look very good and tasted dry and astringent. After taking a few bites, Xie Wuyang put down his chopsticks and lay down on the bed.
Since the punishment, there has been very little time for peace and quiet.
Xie Wuyang walked for two days and two nights and was exhausted. Even though he was troubled by the complicated things in his mind, he fell asleep soon.
He was dreaming again.
But it’s not a sweet dream.
In the dream, he walked alone in the white sky and earth. He walked for a very long time, longer than in the desert.
He felt depressed and heavy, filled with despair and grief, as if he was being torn apart alive.
Where is he going?
What is he going to do?
Xie Wuyang's peacefully sleeping face suddenly frowned, as if he was stuck in some unsolvable dilemma.
When I woke up, the feeling was still vivid in my mind and could not be shaken off.
He seemed very sad.
Xie Wuyang covered his chest, feeling lost.
He seemed to have lost something he loved very much.
But Xie Wuyang couldn't remember what he dreamed about.
Xie Wuyang blamed everything on his separation from Yun Wanzhou and didn't think about it anymore.
Looking at the dark night outside, Xie Wuyang turned over and prepared to fall asleep again.
As I glanced over, a dark shadow flashed past the door.
"Who?" A cold light flashed in Xie Wuyang's eyes, and his consciousness became mostly clear. He grabbed Zhuxie who was standing next to him and pushed open the door.
There was no one outside, even the innkeeper had gone back to his room to rest, and everything was quiet.
Xie Wuyang walked lightly along the corridor.
When passing by the adjacent guest room, a pair of hands suddenly pushed open the door and pulled him in.
Xie Wuyang drew out Zhuxie and placed it on the man's shoulder. "Who is it?"
In the darkness, a pair of dark brown eyes stared at him. After a moment's scrutiny, they called out, "Thank you, Junior Brother."
The familiar voice startled Xie Wuyang, and he couldn't help but let go of the sword in his hand, "Brother Xu?"
"It's me." Xu Pingsheng nodded in response, raised his hand and lit the candle in the room.
Under the bright lights, the long-lost face was clearly visible.
The corners of Xu Pingsheng's eyes drooped, and there were deep dark circles under his eyes. After just a few months of not seeing him, he looked unexpectedly more worn out, as if he had been through a lot.
It took Xie Wuyang a long time to come back to his senses.
"Why are you here?"
"I..." Xu Pingsheng paused, as if trying to organize his words, "I'm here on Master's orders to find Immortal Yun and take him back."
At this point, he suddenly remembered that Yun Wanzhou had led Xie Wuyang to rebel against the Immortal Sect. He pushed open the door and looked outside. "Where is the Immortal Venerable? Which guest room is he in?"
It would have been fine if he hadn't said anything, but when he mentioned Yun Wanzhou, Xie Wuyang's feeling of suffocation and irritability began to rise again, and his tone became less positive. "What do you want to do with him?"
"I..." A memory flashed through his mind, and Xu Pingsheng's expression froze. The words on his lips were stuck and he swallowed them back.
Yes.
When Xie Wuyang's identity as a demon was exposed and he was being tortured on the execution ground, he never said a word for him. Later, when Xie Wuyang was punished and Yun Wanzhou defected for him, did he ever defend Yun Wanzhou?
He was no different from those who took advantage of their misfortune and pushed the two into the abyss.
Now, even if Xie Wuyang was willing to tell him Yun Wanzhou's whereabouts, how could he have the face to speak again?
Xu Pingsheng lowered his eyelids slightly, his emotions unclear. He was silent for a long time before sighing and saying, "Never mind. Since we're at the inn, we'll see each other sooner or later. But this place isn't very safe, so you and the Immortal Venerable should be extra careful."
"Don't worry about that." Xie Wuyang said gloomily, "I will protect him."
"You protect him?" Xu Pingsheng suddenly found it funny.
Yun Wanzhou's cultivation is so powerful that he is hard to find an opponent in the entire world of cultivation. Why does he need Xie Wuyang, a golden elixir, to protect him?
But somehow, as his thoughts raced, Xu Pingsheng sensed something unusual in this sentence.
As a master and disciple, has he ever said that he would protect Wu Hanfeng?
Xie Wuyang's words didn't show any respect a disciple would have for his master, but rather more like...
Xu Pingsheng paused for a moment and suddenly didn't dare to think further.
Some things, once they show signs of happening, are like sparks that will spread across the prairie and burn brighter and brighter.
It is said that when people are dying, the people they want to see most are their loved ones.
Back in the Lianwu dungeon, when Xie Wuyang was being punished by having his ribs cut open and his clothes were stained with blood, he asked Wu Hanfeng a question. Xu Pingsheng was close to him, so even though Xie Wuyang's voice was weak, he could still hear it clearly.
He asked at the time—
"When will he... come back?"
It is understandable that when you are in crisis, you want your master to come back quickly to save you.
But the word "he" was used too subtly. It took Xu Pingsheng a long time to react before he could barely match "he" with Yun Wanzhou.
If he really wanted his master to help him clear the name, why didn’t Xie Wuyang blurt out “Master”?
Or...
He didn't consider Yun Wanzhou as his master at all.
The flood broke through the dam and swept across.
Those truths that I had never thought about before flashed through my mind in a resolute and uncontrollable way.
Xu Pingsheng could hardly restrain himself from asking himself what he had seen and heard on the day of the execution.
Is there really such a person who is willing to risk the wrath of the world and give up his own honor and reputation just to lead his apprentice away from trouble?
"Anything else?" Xie Wuyang frowned and spoke in an impatient tone after not hearing any voice for a long time.
Xu Pingsheng was so shocked by his own thoughts that he suddenly came to his senses. When he met Xie Wuyang's gaze, he avoided it as if he was feeling guilty. "No."
"It's best if you're alright." Xie Wuyang sneered, walked around him and opened the door, then turned back as if remembering something and asked, "Did you see anyone else before me just now?"
Xu Pingsheng nodded.
Xie Wuyang asked, "Have you seen who it is?"
"Although I don't know the identity of the person who came, I can be sure," Xu Pingsheng paused, a cold light flashing in his eyes, "that person is definitely not a disciple of the Immortal Sect."
This place is the border of the human race, and ordinary demon people would never set foot here. The man stayed in front of his house for a long time. If he said that he had no other intentions, Xie Wuyang would definitely not believe it.
Now the inn's door was closed, and there was no movement at the window. No guests had come. That person must have lived here before he came. As for who it was...
I'm afraid I can only ask the innkeeper.
Xie Wuyang was about to leave the room when he suddenly remembered something. He stopped and turned to look at Xu Pingsheng, "Are you here because of the missing Nightmare Stone?"
Xu Pingsheng looked surprised. "How did you know that?"
Xie Wuyang narrowed his eyes and said, "I can tell you the whereabouts of the Nightmare Stone. But you have to do one thing for me."
"What's up?"
…
The inn is wrapped in darkness and silence late at night.
The innkeeper had been busy all day and when he returned to his room, his wife was already fast asleep.
He took off his outer robe and shoes and climbed onto the bed quietly. The moment he touched the bed, he was instantly overwhelmed by deep sleepiness. He only adjusted his posture slightly and hurriedly met Zhou Gong in his dream.
At the climax of the dream, the shopkeeper laughed out loud, and his wife beside him kicked him twice, "What are you doing so crazy in the middle of the night?"
The shopkeeper immediately regained consciousness and sighed regretfully, "If you hadn't woken me up, I would have opened inns all over the cultivation world."
"You're daydreaming." His wife turned her back and ignored him.
The shopkeeper knew he was in the wrong, so he finally calmed down, closed his eyes and tried to continue his sweet dream.
In a daze, he finally saw the glittering gold, silver and jewelry and the inn towering into the clouds. Suddenly, he felt dizzy and when he opened his eyes again, he found himself dragged off the bed, out of the bedroom, and tied to a pillar in the kitchen.
The sleepiness immediately disappeared, and the innkeeper's eyes widened. "You... why are you here?"
The shopkeeper glanced at the ropes that bound him, his face filled with fear. "What are you going to do?"
Xie Wuyang took a step forward, half-knelt down, and gave the shopkeeper an innocent smile. "It's nothing. I just have something I want to ask you."
The shopkeeper was so frightened that he shuddered violently and said with a sad face, "I'm just an innkeeper in this godforsaken place. I don't have many customers a day. I really have no money."
"I don't want your money." Xie Wuyang narrowed his eyes and patted the shopkeeper's shoulder, threatening him. "I want to ask you about a few people."
"Who?" The shopkeeper's lips trembled and he shrank back.
"Besides the two of us, how many other people are staying in the inn?"
"There aren't many, only..."
Xie Wuyang's hand on his shoulder suddenly tightened, squeezing the shopkeeper so hard that he gasped. "Stop talking nonsense."
"I'll tell you!" the shopkeeper confessed everything. "There are three more!"
"Which room do they live in?"
"It's right...it's right..." The shopkeeper patted Xie Wuyang's hand, and when he loosened his grip a little, he quickly pointed to a series of keys on the wall of the counter, "I can't remember. See which room keys are not there, and go find them."
"Okay." Xie Wuyang nodded and stood up, turning to Xu Pingsheng beside him, "Brother, please keep an eye on him. I'll go find out the identities of those three people."
"Can you do it alone?" Xu Pingsheng asked him with a frown.
"Although my cultivation level is not as high as yours, you underestimate me by asking this question."
Although the Jindan cultivation level is not strong among all the cultivators in the world of cultivation, he still has basic self-protection capabilities.
Xu Pingsheng must be well aware of this truth.
Perhaps it was because Xie Wuyang's behavior today was too unusual, but Xu Pingsheng stared at him intently for a long time before suddenly asking, "Normally, I wouldn't ask too many questions. But from the moment we met until now, I haven't detected a single trace of spiritual power in you."
Xie Wuyang's eyes were dark, and he looked at him calmly, "So?"
"Junior brother." Xu Pingsheng's heart sank. "Have you run out of spiritual power?"
"Yes." Xie Wuyang nodded frankly without any hesitation.
Xu Pingsheng's mood instantly plummeted.
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