Gu Qingfeng drank Luo Xuan's soup as he listened to the conversation between the shopkeeper and the elders of the Shang Qing Sect.
To be honest.
Gu Qingfeng had never deliberately concealed his identity, and he did not care whether his identity was exposed or not.
To him, it did not make much of a difference whether his identity was exposed or not.
If it was not exposed, it would be less troublesome and more convenient.
If it was exposed, it would only be more troublesome and less convenient, that was all.
He was already in trouble now, so he naturally did not care about the trouble caused by his identity being exposed.
Moreover, compared to the original sin of karma and the 3,000 Great Daos, this little bit of trouble was really insignificant.
After Elder Bai Xuan and the others of the Shang Qing Sect finished drinking Luo Xuan's soup, they did not stay for long because they still had many things to do in the sect.
After Luo Xuan sent Elder Bai Xuan off, Gu Qingfeng asked, "Shopkeeper, may I ask if Luo Xuan is still here?"
Luo Xuan treated him well back then. Since he was here today, Gu Qingfeng thought that he had to pay a visit to the old man no matter what.
"Luo Xuan old man?" The shopkeeper smiled and said, "Little brother, you don't look like a local right? Our Luo Xuan soup's elders are all Luo Xuan old man. May I know which old man you are looking for? "
"That's true."
Gu Qingfeng thought about it carefully, but he couldn't remember the name of Luo Xuan, the old man who had taken care of him back then. He said, "I don't know what the old man's name is either. He's not the shopkeeper here, but he used to come here often."
"Used to? How long ago? "
The shopkeeper of Luo Xuan's soup looked up and down at Gu Qingfeng. Seeing that Gu Qingfeng did not have any cultivation and did not have any good fortune, he felt very strange. After all, in this era where all things were recovering and good fortune flew everywhere, it was not strange to say that there was no good fortune, but to say that there was no cultivation at all was very rare.
"About four hundred years ago? The old man has a nickname, people call him Old Soup Head. Everyone in the town knows him. "
Hearing Old Soup Head, the shopkeeper immediately knew who Gu Qingfeng was looking for. He said, "That's our old ancestor, why are you looking for him?"
"Why? This … "
Gu Qingfeng rubbed his chin, not knowing how to answer this question. He explained, "It's nothing big, I just want to see the old man."
"Is that so."
The shopkeeper looked at the sky and said, "At this time, our family's Old Ancestor will usually be listening to music in the theater by the Dragon Pond. If you want to wait, then wait here for a while. When the sun sets, he will be back. If you don't want to wait, then go to the theater by the Dragon Pond to find him."
"This old man really hasn't changed at all."
Hearing the shopkeeper's words, Gu Qingfeng remembered that the old man would go to the garden by the Dragon Pond to listen to music every afternoon. Moreover, it was unshakable. It had been like this in the past. It turned out that after so many years, it hadn't changed at all.
"Little Brother, you seem to be young and obedient. It seems like you've known our old ancestor for a long time."
The shopkeeper knew very well that his ancestor had friends from all walks of life. Therefore, when he heard that Gu Qingfeng was looking for his ancestor, he was not surprised at all. However, Gu Qingfeng's tone made him feel a little strange. No matter how he looked at Gu Qingfeng, he seemed to be an ordinary person with no cultivation and no good fortune. At most, he was in his twenties. Why did he sound like he had known his ancestor for a long time? And why did he mention it more than four hundred years ago?
Gu Qingfeng only smiled at the shopkeeper's confusion. He ordered Féquy to settle the bill and prepared to go to the theater at the Dragon Pond.
He knew that the theater was very famous in the Never-Ending Territory. However, he had never been there during the nine years he cultivated in the Shang Qing Sect. First, he didn't have the time, second, he didn't have the mood, and third, he didn't have the spare money. During the nine years he cultivated in the Shang Qing Sect, he was either cultivating or being humiliated by those bastards in the Shang Qing Sect. How could Gu Qingfeng be in the mood to go to the theater?
At this time, someone shouted from outside, "Luo Laoba, your old ancestor is quarreling with someone at the Dragon Pond. Hurry up and go take a look."
The shopkeeper called Luo Laoba was confused. He asked, "Our old ancestor? Quarreling with someone? With who? "
"I heard it's a few juniors from the Flowing Light family."
"Flowing Light family?" Luo Laoba was even more confused. He continued to ask, "The old ancestor is already so old. Why is he quarreling with a bunch of juniors? And they're juniors from the Flowing Light family? What's going on? "
Luo Laoba wasn't worried about the old man's safety. He continued to slowly clean up the soup on the table.
What a joke.
The old ancestor had been selling Luo Xuan's soup in the Immortal Food Town for almost ten thousand years. More than half of the people in the Never-Ending Territory grew up drinking Luo Xuan's soup. When the old man shouted, the entire Never-Ending Territory would tremble. Under such circumstances, who would dare to touch the old ancestor of Luo Xuan's soup in the Never-Ending Territory? Unless they were tired of living.
"I heard that the juniors from the Flowing Light family humiliated the King. Your old ancestor couldn't stand it and scolded them. In the end, they started quarreling."
"I guessed it was definitely because of the King."
Old Eighth Luo looked quite helpless. He took off the apron tied around his waist and sighed, "In this world, only the Monarch's matters would cause our Old Ancestor to quarrel with others. Let's go and take a look. This Old Man really doesn't let people have peace of mind. How many years has it been? Almost five hundred years, right? Why is the old man still like this? What a headache! "
Luo Laoba was indeed having a headache.
Because this wasn't the first time the old man had quarreled with others over the King's matters.
As for how many times, Luo Laoba couldn't remember. In his impression, all these years, whenever he heard someone bad-mouthing the King, the old man would go over and quarrel with them. There were a few times when the quarrel got to his head and he almost lost control of himself and beat them up.
To this.
Luo Laoba had nothing but a headache.
Although he had cultivated for thousands of years and was also a descendant of the Luo Xuan family, he had never seen King Chixiao in person. When the King was cultivating in the Shangqing Sect, he was in seclusion to nurture his primordial spirit and had been in seclusion for decades.
However.
He knew very well what King Chixiao had encountered during his nine years of cultivation in the Shangqing Sect.
He wasn't the only one. Almost all the descendants of the Luo Xuan family knew very well.
Because the Old Ancestor would often use the Sovereign King's matter to lecture them, saying that they didn't know how lucky they were. He also said that the Sovereign King was in a difficult situation in the Shang Qing Sect. He was bullied for nine years, and his injuries never stopped. Even so, the Sovereign King endured the humiliation and went against the flow. Nine years later, in the World Martial Arts Competition, he soared to the sky and beat all those who bullied him half to death. From the inner and outer sect direct disciples to the many elders, he didn't let a single one of them off.
(End of Chapter)
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