Seeing the old man in front of him and the persistence in his eyes, Wei Yi couldn't help but ask softly:

"Sixty years, is it worth it?"

It's just a book. Even if you read it yourself, no one can find it.

Why wait sixty years?

After hearing Wei Yi's inquiry, the old shopkeeper slowly raised his hands to hold up the book, and then said softly:

"Nothing is worth it."

"The kindness of a drop of water will surely be repaid by a spring of water."

"I know there is nothing I can do to repay you. All Wei Yi can do is return this book to its original owner."

"This is the morality in the heart of a villain."

The shopkeeper on the other side had no idea what his father was talking about with the young man in front of him.

What sixty years?

Is it worth the wait?

Obviously my father is over eighty years old and is a rare old man, but why does he always feel like a junior in front of this young man?

Is it his imagination?

Seeing the persistence of the old man in front of him, Wei Yi shook his head helplessly, and then said:

"If that's the case, then Pindao can just take back this lost book."

After finishing speaking, Wei Yi reached out and picked up the book held by the old man's hands, and then put it into Qiankun in his sleeves.

Seeing Wei Yi put away the things, the old shopkeeper suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and then, as if with a request, he said:

"Taoist Priest, let's chat with the little man."

Looking at the former young man in front of him, Wei Yi seemed to see something and nodded lightly:

"good."

The next two people went back and forth with each other. Although they talked about trivial matters, they were surprisingly at odds with each other.

finally.

He had already finished the bottle of wine in front of him, and Wei Yi sighed lightly:

"Okay, there's no end to the banquet."

"We will meet again later."

After finishing speaking, Wei Yi shook the book in his hand and then walked towards the street in the distance.

Go further and further, go further and further.

The blue clothes seemed to be like a reflection, gradually turning into bubbles and slowly disappearing.

On the table in the bistro.

The old shopkeeper looked at the departing figure, stood up slowly, and walked towards the second floor.

As he walked, he spoke:

"I'm tired and want to rest."

The originally upright body seemed to have become a little stooped.

Return to the room.

The old shopkeeper took off his clothes and lay on the bed as usual.

However, after closing his eyes this time, his whole expression was even more indifferent than before.

Suddenly, the last ray of vitality supporting him slowly dissipated.

the other side.

Wei Yi, who had already walked out of this street, suddenly paused and then continued walking forward.

As if there was nothing in it.

"Pindao is really getting more and more sentimental."

After muttering to himself a few times, Wei Yi walked towards a huge building next to the imperial city.

…

He didn't come here for anything else this time.

He had already sensed that Hongyu was in the imperial city of Tiandu at this time.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, as a friend, he must reveal some inside information in front of this marshal, the most powerful soldier in the world.

There is no shame in taking precautions.

Who wants to endure multiple hardships when they can live a relaxed and comfortable life?

Step slowly.

The pace that seems slow but actually fast seems to contain the laws of space, and there is an inexplicable frequency.

However.

When he walked to the door of one of the palaces, the tall door that was originally closed suddenly opened:

"Crunch~"

As the door opened, a soldier with a cold face and a sharp aura suddenly walked out from behind the door.

When he saw Wei Yi, he clasped his hands into fists, and then spoke in a voice that seemed to have been silent for a long time:

"Taoist Master, Your Majesty invites you!"

Wei Yi didn't say much, just looked at him quietly, and then followed him towards the depths of the palace.

This palace is really big.

Although it does not contain the art of containing the universe, the Feng Shui pattern within it is also quite remarkable.

Duan is extremely domineering.

Compared to other mansions, Hongyu's palace has more of a passion that belongs to the general.

Swords, guns, swords and halberds, axes, axes, hooks and forks, eighteen kinds of weapons can be seen everywhere.

There are also occasional martial arts stages.

At first glance, you can tell that he is definitely a general in the army, and he is also a tough guy who does not pursue the pursuit of beauty.

The entire palace was filled with a murderous intent, which made people's hair stand on end and sent chills down their backs.

Go straight through these.

At last, Wei Yi finally arrived at the deepest place in the entire palace.

It is also the tallest hall.

"Tap..."

The guard did not step forward, but Wei Yi walked slowly into it.

However.

When he saw Hongyu above the main hall, he couldn't help but reveal a smile:

"Hahahaha... Since when did fellow Taoist people like these?"

"Looking at the architectural style of the palace, Pindao thought that what fellow Taoists like most is blood-killing and martial arts on the battlefield."

Look towards Hongyu.

He was only seen lying on a cloud bed in the main hall at this moment.

In front of him was a dazzling array of melon and fruit snacks, as well as all kinds of wines, jade, liquids and nectar.

What's even more outrageous is that there is a very beautiful and charming woman dancing a very gentle dance above the main hall.

Hearing what Wei Yi said, Hong Yu couldn't help laughing loudly, and casually threw an orange to Wei Yi:

"I am guarding the battlefield in bloody battles. What's wrong with taking a break now?"

"Come on, let's play music and dance."

While saying this, Hongyu took a luminous cup that looked like jasper in his hand.

"Wow..."

Pour red wine into it.

It has a different kind of taste.

"Glow-in-the-dark cup of fine grape wine. If you want to drink, play the pipa immediately. Don't laugh when you are lying drunk on the battlefield. How many people have fought in ancient times~"

While smiling like this, Hongyu toasted to Wei Yi from afar.
To be continued...