章節 216: This Was Once
In a household, with a lame man who loves to watch the excitement and a big yellow dog that acts rather oddly, the short old man, a spiritual pharmacist from the Starry Sky Elixir Gate, seems the most normal one in comparison.
The big yellow dog still bickers and quarrels with Zhang Daoming. Neither of them is willing to yield to the other.
Zhang Daoming told it to mind its own business and do what it should do. If it really had nothing better to do, it could go to the Broken City with Chen Xia to watch fights.
Chen Xia, sitting beside, quickly shook his head. "Forget it, forget it. It'd better watch you make pills instead."
"Watch me make pills?" Zhang Daoming stared wide - eyed and furrowed his brows. "It'd be more like seeing me off to my grave!"
Just thinking about the last time the big yellow dog was beside him, teaching him how to make pills and saying that salt and sugar should be added, he felt like slapping the dog. Even now, the thought still made him angry. With a loud snort, he turned around and walked out of the door.
Presumably, he was going to buy some wine again.
Chen Xia shook his head and then looked at the big yellow dog. "Why are you so talkative now?" he asked curiously.
"I've really worried myself sick for this family!" the big yellow dog started to whine again. As it spoke, it even began to howl.
Anyone who didn't know might think Chen Xia was doing something inappropriate to the dog in the yard.
He quickly waved his hand. "All right, I know. But if Zhang Daoming is being unreasonable, don't you know any better? Why argue with him?"
The big yellow dog wiped away the non - existent tears and nodded. "You're right. He's still young. He must have entered what cultivators often call the rebellious period. His words and actions are so childish. I really should be more tolerant of him."
Chen Xia patted the dog's head and chuckled. "It's best that you understand. Don't be impulsive with little Zhang. As the grown - ups, we should give in to him."
"Right, right," the big yellow dog nodded, as if having an epiphany. Suddenly, it looked up at Chen Xia and smiled.
"Then can I go with you to watch the fights?"
"Scram."
Chen Xia replied quickly. Then, leaning on his walking stick, he limped towards the door.
After walking out, he didn't forget to swing the door shut with his walking stick. The door slammed shut with a thud.
The big yellow dog was left there, feeling bewildered.
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The tavern that Zhang Daoming often went to was not far away. It didn't take long to get there. It was a small tavern, and most of the cultivators drinking there were at the Nascent Soul Stage.
According to the customs of the realm, there were a lot of fights in this small tavern, and there were all kinds of reasons for them.
Zhang Daoming had grown up in the realm since he was a child. After drinking for so many years, the most bizarre explanation he had ever heard was, "If you've drunk alcohol, you should fight. Otherwise, why drink?"
This was really rather arbitrary.
Moreover, these Nascent Soul Stage cultivators fought without any restraint. News of cultivators being killed in the tavern often spread. For other cultivators, this kind of thing had become quite common.
It didn't matter if one died in this life. Just be more careful in the next life.
The folk customs of the realm were much more fierce compared to the outside. Among all, sword cultivators were the most highly regarded.
Sword cultivators were always hailed as the most lethal existences. The stories of sword cultivators crossing realms to kill enemies were widely spread in the realm.
Especially those sword cultivators at the Heaven - Mending Stage could even be given the title of Sword Immortal.
However, this kind of Sword Immortal was obviously not comparable to the reversed "Immortal Sword".
The Immortal Sword was the sword of the Great Emperor. Great Saints and Quasi - Emperors could barely use it. Cultivators below these levels would suffer backlash if they tried to use it.
While any sword cultivator at the Heaven - Mending Stage could be called a Sword Immortal.
If a sword cultivator reached the Saint realm, they would truly enter the Dao of the Sword. They would also enter the most powerful Dao of Killing Intent in the world and hold a very high status in the entire realm.
If a Mythical Species cultivated into a sword cultivator, that would be even more remarkable. They could almost be considered the most powerful among their peers. They had the ability to break ten thousand Dharmas with one sword and naturally had no fear of other supernatural powers.
After reaching the Great Saint and Quasi - Emperor realms, sword cultivators were not as powerful as before. Because other cultivators had stepped into their own Dao paths and each had their own abilities. Great Saints who mastered special Dao paths such as the Dao of Time and the Dao of Space were more highly regarded.
However, there were no such special Great Saints in the realm. Even in the entire Great Myriad Heavens, they were extremely rare. It was said that a Great Saint who mastered the Dao of Time could stop one - third of the star field.
But this was just what Zhang Daoming had heard. The actual situation still needed to be verified.
He carried the wine he bought and left the tavern. He walked slowly towards home, slightly frowning, with a hint of doubt in his mind.
He wondered who the big yellow dog had learned from. Now it talked more and more, and its actions were also becoming more and more disrespectful. It was really annoying. It had even used up all his herbs, claiming it was to nourish Chen Xia.
Why don't you stew yourself to nourish Chen Xia?
Thinking of the herbs, Zhang Daoming then thought of the elixir - refining tasks of the Starry Sky Elixir Gate. But he wasn't worried at all. Not one bit.
With Chen Xia, a genius in elixir - refining, here, there was no need for him to worry.
And even if, worst - case scenario, Chen Xia was no longer good at refining pills, just based on his terrifying strength at the Sea - Overturning Stage, which could rival those at the Heaven - Mending Stage, he could still secure a position in the Starry Sky Elixir Gate.
Zhang Daoming was very relaxed now. He drank a little wine every day and didn't worry about the affairs of the Starry Sky Elixir Gate. He was just waiting for Chen Xia to handle them at the end of the year.
After all, he wasn't really an elixir - refiner. He was a sword cultivator.
Just not very proficient yet.
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It was evening again. In the lower tier of the realm, evening always came early, as if urging people to hurry.
Chen Xia, leaning on his walking stick, walked slowly home. The teacup was still hanging on his waist. When he was still some distance away from the house, he saw Zhang Daoming, who was also on his way back.
Zhang Daoming raised his eyebrows and made a mouth movement.
Chen Xia understood what he meant. He was probably asking, "Where's the dog?"
Chen Xia glanced towards the house.
Indicating that it was watching the house.
Zhang Daoming didn't ask any more questions. He and the limping Chen Xia arrived at the door at the same time. They pushed the door open and took a look inside.
"Little Zhang is back," a gratified voice sounded. The big yellow dog stood with its paws behind its back, looking at Zhang Daoming with a gratified smile.
Zhang Daoming furrowed his brows deeply.
"Let me carry the wine," Chen Xia said considerately.
Zhang Daoming handed the wine pot to Chen Xia. Then, he rolled up his sleeves, took seven or eight steps forward, and kicked out with a high - raised leg.
Chen Xia, holding the wine pot and leaning on his walking stick, grinned maliciously from behind.
At this moment, the setting sun was just right. Its light shone on the yard, like a warm and gentle glow. It neither urged people nor was it too bright.
It was just an ordinary light.
Chen Xia leaned slightly against the wall, a faint smile on his face.
He unexpectedly felt the long - lost feeling of being in Weixi Town.
At that time, he also liked to stroll around the merchant streets when he had nothing to do, watching people quarrel. Sometimes, the two sides in the quarrel would even ask him to judge.
Chen Xia was a kind - hearted person. He would wave his hand and ask them to elaborate on their arguments. Then he would give his comments and tell them to quarrel again when they were free next time, sending both sides back.
The scene of the quarrel was almost the same as that of the big yellow dog and Zhang Daoming now.
He smiled softly. Suddenly, he turned his head and, through the long alley behind him, seemed to see the former Weixi Town.
There was a carefree patrolman who took the candied haws from the candied - haw seller and stood in the middle of the intersection, with a carefree smile on his face.
This was the past.
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