Lu Xiaochan had lived for more than ten years, but this was the first time he walked into Wu Si Winery.
As soon as the boss saw Lu Xiaochan, he rushed over to chase him away: "Little beggar! Don't beg in my wine shop! You are disturbing the guests' interest!"
Jiang Wuchao threw a silver ingot directly into the boss's arms: "I want to treat this little beggar to a drink today! Is this enough or not?"
"Enough! Enough! Of course it's enough!" The boss bit the silver ingot and laughed so hard that he couldn't open his eyes.
Jiang Wuchao specially brought Lu Xiaochan to the window, where it was quiet and undisturbed.
As soon as Lu Xiaochan sat down, she grabbed a handful of peanuts and put them into her mouth.
"Oh, finally I have the chance to serve you!"
The waiter was about to pour tea for Jiang Wuchao and Lu Xiaochan, but Lu Xiaochan shook her head and said, "Just pour tea for Brother Jiang. I want to save my stomach for the wine!"
The waiter smiled and said, "How come you are so obsessed with our wine after all these years?"
Lu Xiaochan raised her chin towards Jiang Wuchao and said, "You see, I am obsessed. There is no way out for me to cultivate immortality!"
Jiang Wuchao smiled and personally poured a bowl of wine for Lu Xiaochan: "Drink your wine quickly! Tell you the story that the old beggar told you!"
Lu Xiaochan drank a large bowl of it in one breath and told the story the old beggar had told in high spirits.
"Do you know what the alias of Wuyijingtian is?" Lu Xiaochan asked with a smile.
"Of course I know. If you don't have intention, you don't have desire. So its nickname is 'The Peak of No Desire'." Jiang Wuchao replied, "All evil spirits in the world feed on desire. So those who practice Taoism emphasize pure hearts and few desires to avoid being eroded by evil spirits."
Lu Xiaochan drank a large bowl of wine and continued, "It is said that every Sword Sect leader of Wuyi Realm will never leave Wuyi Realm from birth to death."
"Do you know why?" Jiang Wuchao raised his chin with a smile.
"Because there are no other colors except the sun, moon, stars and exquisite cold jade; there is no other food except the branches and leaves of the immortal tree 'Fengtian', and naturally there is no other taste; and since the beginning of the Great Desolation, after every sword sect in Wuyi Realm was annihilated, their sword thoughts would linger in the sky. Under the pressure of the sword force, there are no other living things except 'Fengtian' and the current sword sect. It is a colorless, tasteless, lifeless, deathless place, and it is completely untainted by desire."
"I understand. It is precisely because of being away from worldly desires that every sword master in the Unintentional Realm can break through the realm of 'great trend' and approach the realm of God."
Lu Xiaochan slapped her thigh and said, "That's right! When the Dongxu Sword Sect was controlled by the ancient evil spirit Hun Chaos, didn't it rush to the realm of no intention? In the end, it must have been killed by this sword sect without desire!"
Lu Xiaochan recounted the battle between immortals and demons in vivid detail.
After drinking at least three or four jars of wine, Lu Xiaochan was still not drunk at all. Except for being helped by the waiter to go to the toilet, he did not even stagger when walking.
It seems that this wine is really diluted with water!
When he came back from the toilet, the boss had already served the fresh barbecue.
"By the way, I don't know your name yet. I can't keep calling you little beggar, little beggar."
"Me? You can just call me Lu Xiaochan!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Wuchao on the opposite side slipped and knocked over a jar of wine.
"Hey, hey, hey! What's wrong with you?"
"You...what did you say your name was?"
"Lu Xiaochan! The old beggar who adopted me found me under a big tree on the roadside. The cicadas were chirping incessantly on the tree, and I was crying because I was hungry, which was more annoying than the cicadas' chirping, so I was called Lu Xiaochan."
"You... do you know what the name of the Medical Saint Li Che is?" Jiang Wuchao asked.
"Mr. Li Che, then we should call him Li Che!" Lu Xiaochan said with a smile.
"No, no, no! The world only knows his immortal name. 'Li' is taken from 'life and death'. 'Che' means 'transparent'. The immortal name Li Che means seeing through life and death. Lord Li Che has been in extinction for more than 1,200 years, and there are not many people who still remember his name."
"What's his name?"
"Lu Xiaochan."
"I'm here."
"No, I'm talking about Li Chejun's name, that is, Lu Xiaochan."
“Ah?” Lu Xiaochan scratched his head. Could it be that he had a destiny to be an immortal and had the same name as the Medical Saint
"Then it must be the same pronunciation, but different characters, right?"
"That's right... Your cicada is the cicada that lives on the tree. The name of the Medical Saint should be Zen, which means 'Zen Heart'."
"That's right. He's a medical saint, how could he use a bug as his name!" Lu Xiaochan pursed her lips and leaned towards Jiang Wuchao, "Besides... Li Chejun sacrificed himself for justice and his soul and body were annihilated. Although it's admirable, isn't his name a bit unlucky?"
"You--" Jiang Wuchao almost drew his sword when he heard Lu Xiaochan say bad things about Li Chejun, "How dare you say that Li Chejun's name is unlucky!"
"Don't get excited! The old beggar told me that he died miserably. The Sword Sect Master Yangcang, who was in the Unintentional Realm, was willing to spend six hundred years cultivating but still failed to catch his Yuan Dan! Therefore, he cannot be named!"
Lu Xiaochan said this very seriously, but Jiang Wuchao on the opposite side fell into deep thought.
He always felt that it couldn't be such a coincidence.
The old beggar not only knew the story of the Medical Saint, but also knew about the battle between immortals and demons that took place in Wuyijingtian.
Even the fact that Yang Cang from the Sword Sect had wasted six hundred years of his cultivation trying to capture Li Chejun Dan Yuan, the old beggar actually knew about it
Coincidentally, he named the little beggar he adopted "Lu Xiaochan".
Could it be that a master is hiding in the city? Was the old beggar also present during the battle between immortals and demons
The wine jars behind them were piled up into a small mountain, and Lu Xiaochan was holding a jar and drinking.
Jiang Wuchao held his chin, looked at the little beggar opposite him, and fell into deep thought.
"Lu Xiaochan, I have practiced for hundreds of years, so it's OK that this ordinary wine can't make me drunk. How come you drank so much but didn't feel drunk at all?"
"This wine is only slightly more refreshing than plain water! How can it make anyone drunk?" Lu Xiaochan snorted.
"Are you sure?" Jiang Wuchao glanced sideways at the opposite side.
There were three or five middle-aged men there, writing poetry and drinking. They opened only one jar of wine and were half drunk.
How could this "drunkenness and dreamlessness" be only slightly more refreshing than plain water
"Hey! Little beggar! Drink slowly! No one is going to snatch the wine from you! Our wine has a strong aftertaste!" the waiter reminded loudly.
"What kind of aftereffect can it have? I think it's just..."
Lu Xiaochan had just raised her hand and hadn't finished her sentence when she heard a loud thump and fell straight onto the table.
Jiang Wuchao was stunned. Even though he reacted quickly, he failed to catch Lu Xiaochan's head.
"Lu Xiaochan? Lu Xiaochan! Are you...are you drunk?"
The world was spinning and Lu Xiaochan's heart tightened. It was as if his soul was hooked by an invisible force and pulled out of his body.
He stretched out his hands and flapped his arms, and there seemed to be the sound of water pouring into his ears.
As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw a slender and elegant figure, so blurry that the outline could not be seen, walking towards him under the cool and bright moonlight.
"Xiao Chan, the story you told is both right and wrong."
The voice was gentle yet restrained, as if enduring an irresistible erosion.
"What do you mean 'right and wrong'?" Lu Xiaochan stood there, wanting only to rush forward and see the man's face clearly.
“The mindless heaven is indeed colorless, tasteless, without birth or death, but it is not without desire.”
His voice seemed to be whispering against my ears, yet it also seemed to come from a distant outer world, with an elusive echo, and every word fell into my heart.
"What?"
"It is because I have nothing, so if I want something even a little bit, I will have a monstrous desire."
Lu Xiaochan stood there in a daze.
"Do not you remember?"
The figure's robe fluttered in the wind, and Lu Xiaochan saw the young man again, sitting cross-legged, leaning his head against an icy, crystal-clear desk.
"I want to go home! It's freezing here! The table is cold! The couch is cold! You're cold too!"
The boy's puffed-up expression made him look like a frog.
"So what's not cold?" the man on the other side of the counter asked casually.
Even though she couldn't see his face, Lu Xiaochan knew that the man in plain clothes had an aura like glass and silver clouds, and must be a rare handsome man in the world.
"Yes! Me! I am hot! If you don't believe me, feel it! Is the temperature of my desk made of exquisite cold jade the same as yours? Is the temperature of the scroll I am flipping through the same as yours?"
The boy grabbed the man's hand and pressed it against his cheek.
As if being burned by lava, the man withdrew his hand.
"And! Everything here is hard! You are hard too!"
"What's not hard about it?" the man asked back in a completely nonchalant tone.
The boy looked around for a long time, and finally patted himself and said, "Me! I'm soft!"
The man pretended not to hear and closed his eyes.
The boy grabbed his hands, pressed one on the table, and pressed the other on his face.
"Do you feel it? Your countertop will crack if you throw an egg on it! But it won't crack me!"
The boy's lips opened and closed as he spoke, and the man's fingers happened to brush across his upper lip, and as if he didn't understand something, he kept stroking his lips over and over, getting harder and harder.
"If you want me to shut up, you don't have to pinch me like that!" The boy frowned and was about to turn his face away when the soft tip of his tongue just brushed against the other's fingertips.
The man pretended not to hear the boy's dissatisfaction. He squeezed his fingers between the boy's lips, touched the tip of his tongue, and gently stroked and slid it.
"What the hell... huh... stop whining your tongue!"
The more the boy turned his face away, the more the man held his chin, asking the boy to look at him.
Until a crystal light appeared in the boy's round eyes, his brows were tightly furrowed, and he clenched his fists as if using all his strength to bite the finger he stretched out.
The man just used a little bit of his true energy and popped his upper jaw open.
The young man jumped up and walked away, but he still shouted, "I'm telling you! Why don't you ask the old liar to take me home? I'll annoy you to death every day! I'll annoy you until you go crazy!"
"As you wish." The man replied indifferently to the boy.
At night, the boy was shivering in a half-asleep state, curled up and cursed quietly: "You old liar! You tricked me into this place where no birds shit, no chickens lay eggs and no turtles go ashore! You didn't even give me a bed! I'm freezing to death!"
Faintly, a man in plain clothes was sitting beside his couch. He stretched out his hand, first covering his head, and then carefully touched his eyelashes.
"I'm so cold. Either give me ten quilts or get out!" The boy sniffed.