Han Zhenjian's sword was as fast as lightning. The pleasure was so great that even if you stepped on the floorboards of a supercar until they were worn out, you would never be able to experience it!

After flying for most of the day, Han Zhenjian felt that the surrounding climate seemed to have become a lot hotter. Curious about where he was, he immediately sank below the clouds. Looking down, he saw nothing but earthy yellow. Most of it was yellow sand. The few green things he could see were the huge cacti. There were some wooden houses scattered on both sides of the road.

A bit tired of flying...

Seeing a wooden sign with the word "Tavern" hanging on a small wooden house, he thought it should be the tavern in this place. He immediately leaned over and flew down to buy a glass of wine.

It was called a pub, but in fact it was just a run-down country pub. A group of simple villagers sat together and feasted. Han Zhenjian pushed open the door and walked slowly forward, sitting near the counter. Next to him sat a middle-aged man with a stubble on his face, wearing coarse cloth and looking decadent.

"Tea!"

He asked the waiter for tea, but the water container he brought was of a strange shape and even had a handle.

In their place, cups don't have handles. Encountering such cups in a foreign country is like appreciating a different kind of scenery.

Han Zhenjian found it very novel.

Turning around, I saw the decadent middle-aged man next to me drinking with his mouth placed on the rim of the handle.

At first, Han Zhenjian didn't notice that other people were holding the handle to drink, and he didn't understand the meaning of the handle's shape for a moment, but he followed the local customs and drank water from the rim of the handle.

Until the waiter curiously asked the middle-aged man next to him: "Sir, why do you drink like this?"

"The handle is where most people don't touch their mouths when drinking, so I won't get sick."

The middle-aged man, who looked frustrated and downcast at first glance, smiled and said.

"Oh..." The waiter suddenly realized. Han Zhenjian looked around and found that everyone else was drinking by holding the handle.

This is so fucking embarrassing.

"I think this handle should be held by hand normally..."

However, even after discovering the true use of the cup handle, Han Zhenjian still felt that what the middle-aged man said made sense.

Although he was young and did not understand the principle that trouble comes from the mouth, he had heard the saying that illness comes from the mouth.

At this time, the waiter also noticed that he drank the same way as the middle-aged man, and couldn't help laughing: "Young guest, are you also afraid of contracting the disease?"

Han Zhenjian went along with it and said, "No, I'm sick and I'm afraid of infecting others."

Destitute middle-aged man: “???”

Han Zhenjian glanced at him, smiled friendly, and then raised the teacup in his hand: "Cheers."

The down-and-out middle-aged man also forced a bitter smile, raised the wine glass in his hand and clinked it with his.

After drinking for a while, the down-and-out middle-aged man, who was already slightly tipsy with wine in his glass, sighed heavily and complained: "Alas! Life is so miserable. That bitch just left without saying a word, and even took the child away."

"Yes, my work is mediocre and the salary is pitifully low, but is that what I am willing to do?"

At the end of his words, he slammed the table hard, attracting the attention of others.

But everyone was just scared by him and didn't take it seriously, nor did they look down on or ridicule him.

Han Zhenjian said nothing and just drank his hot tea in small sips.

He knew that people from outside the country were generally more outspoken and would say anything, unlike many of his countrymen who were conservative by nature and liked to keep their thoughts to themselves.

If this happened in China, there would definitely be a saintly person who would advise him not to air his dirty laundry in public, but here, no one would care about a frustrated middle-aged man venting his frustration.

It's commonplace. Everyone knows that every family has its own problems, and no one will laugh at others.

The waiter was also very understanding and tried to persuade and comfort him.

The middle-aged man raised his head and drank the last sip of wine, burped heavily, and said: "You said that I have such a boring job, but I still persisted. Why is it for her? But she...she..."

At the end of his words, the middle-aged man actually choked up.

Han Zhenjian felt a little sorry for him, so he kindly said, "Uncle, don't think about it. It's no big deal. In fact, everyone's job is boring."

“The difference is that others are boring but get paid well.”

Middle-aged man: “???”

…

"Master, a fairy palace has also appeared in the Northwest Great Yan Dynasty."

Xu Xiaotian was studying the frozen ancient man in the yard when Huo Yahan came in.

Xu Xiaotian: “Oh.”

He knew about this a long time ago.

Seeing that Xu Xiaotian didn't seem surprised at all, Huo Yahan also felt bored: "Do you think I should go?"

Xu Xiaotian: "If you want to go, go. If you don't want to go, don't go."

Huo Yahan: "But when we were rushing to the Red Sea Palace, we heard that it disappeared without a reason before we even got halfway there. If the same thing happened to the Great Yan Dynasty's Palace, wouldn't we have made another wasted trip?"

Xu Xiaotian: "Then I won't go."

Huo Yahan: "But if I don't go, I'm afraid I'll miss the treasures in the Immortal Palace..."

Xu Xiaotian: "Then go."

Huo Yahan: "But what if I go and find nothing?"

Xu Xiaotian: "Then I won't go."

Huo Yahan: "If you go, there is still a chance to see the Immortal Palace. If you don't go, there will be no hope at all..."

Xu Xiaotian: "Then go."

Huo Yahan: "Master, do you think there will be another immortal palace closer to Tianxuan when we go there?"

Xu Xiaotian: "Then I won't go."

Huo Yahan: "Fortunately, I have the Mantra of Separation of Words taught by Master. I have a clone and can go to two places at the same time."

Xu Xiaotian: "Then go."

Huo Yahan: "But the Immortal Palace is dangerous and unpredictable. I can't guarantee that both of my clones will be killed in it..."

Xu Xiaotian: "Then I won't go."

Huo Yahan: "But..."

Xu Xiaotian: "That's enough, that's enough..."

Huo Yahan: “???”

After sending away Huo Yahan, who wanted to chat with him for nothing, Xu Xiaotian continued to study the frozen ancients.

It’s not that he is incapable of breaking the ice.

However, there is one thing that even elementary school students know: corpses like these that have been away for a long time may carry some deadly viruses that modern people cannot resist.

Once these viruses spread rapidly as the ice is lifted, not to mention mortals, even the lives of monks may be threatened.

In the past, an expert once suggested that if humans really traveled back to ancient times in the flesh, the countless viruses they carried with them that had not yet been discovered by the ancients would be enough to massacre an entire dynasty.

Therefore, wearing this thing has always been unreliable and unscientific.

Therefore, this frozen ancient man cannot be unsealed at will.