The Dao dies but I live on, the spiritual energy dries up but I remain evergreen

The person who came was naturally Si Nian.

She came here specifically to see Li Changxiao.

After the door was closed, it took a long time before the dining hall gradually became warm.

Si Nian sat down in front of Li Changxiao.

Although Yang Xiuhua is the boss's wife and her status is supposed to be higher than Li Changxiao's, and she is also known for her tough style on weekdays, but at this moment she has no intention of interfering with their conversation.

She wisely returned to her room.

But out of curiosity, he put his ear to the wall and eavesdropped.

"My master is here to see me." Si Nian's face was solemn and he went straight to the point.

"Is it the Immortal Mu?" Li Chang asked with a smile.

Si Nian nodded.

When her master's spiritual energy was not exhausted, his reputation was much greater than hers.

"The spiritual energy is exhausted, and I don't know how many masters and apprentices have disbanded." Li Changxiao said with emotion, "Speaking of which, a master like Mu Xianzhang is really rare."

Even though Li Changxiao had never come into contact with the Immortal Namu after the spiritual energy was exhausted, he could still tell something from the River Mother Temple.

Mu Qin takes good care of Si Nian.

"Yes." Si Nian nodded, "It is indeed my honor to be able to become Master's disciple."

At this point, she frowned.

She didn't come here today to reminisce about the past.

"Changxiao, you'd better leave Longcheng as soon as possible." She looked solemn.

"Oh?" Li Changxiao cast a curious look.

Si Nian said: "Longcheng will be in great trouble soon. Anyway, you'd better leave."

Having said this, she glanced out the window, and suddenly stood up, as if she was in a hurry.

She turned and left. When she reached the door, she turned back and said seriously again: "Leave Dragon City as soon as possible. You must listen to me. I won't hurt you."

After saying that, she gently closed the door.

Li Changxiao remained silent, and it was unknown whether he took Si Nian's words to heart.

After Si Nian left Longlaixiang dining hall, he ran into his master not far away.

Under the moonlight, Mu Qin's whisk was shining silver, and she just stood there quietly.

Like a fairy who has fallen into the mortal world.

"Master." Si Nian bowed respectfully.

Mu Qin said calmly: "Have you told that boy?"

"This is a disclosure of the secrets of heaven."

"Although you may not necessarily be punished, try to do less of this kind of thing in the future."

Si Nian nodded repeatedly, "Master, I won't do that again. It's just... I can't bear to see him get involved because of our old friendship."

Mu Qin sighed, "Disciple, when you were pursuing the Great Dao, you were not so leisurely and indecisive."

"Even if you can't bear it, the departure of old friends is inevitable. You have to be mentally prepared."

Si Nian said respectfully, "Yes, Master."

Muqin walked in front and said slowly: "Longcheng has set up the River Mother Temple to collect the incense and energy from the people."

"I still haven't figured out how to use the power of these incense sticks, but after establishing the Mother River Goddess, I have a subtler sense of the changes in rivers."

"So, I came out immediately to look for you."

Under the cover of night, the master and his disciple strolled in the snow.

Si Nian asked, "Master, is the catastrophe that is about to happen in Longcheng related to the river?"

Muqin shook her head. "It's related to the sea. I just sensed the coming changes through the river water."

"Could it be..." Si Nian suddenly thought of something. The recent tidal spectacle in Longcheng has turned into deadly waves, which have submerged many villages and towns.

"I don't know what it is specifically." Mu Qin said, "But the correct solution is to leave this troubled place first."

“Master, what about these people…” Si Nian hesitated for a moment and asked.

Mu Qin looked back at Si Nian and sighed softly, "Let the golden statue in the Hemu Temple shed two drops of blood and tears as a warning."

"After that, it all depends on your own luck."

Speaking of it.

She was also extremely helpless.

If it were in the past, she would have suppressed the waves by herself, but now...

"Evil creature." She looked towards the direction of the South China Sea and uttered these two words lightly.

……

Yang Xiuhua walked out of the room, always feeling that something was lingering in her heart.

But I can't remember it.

She looked at Li Changxiao and was very curious about his origins, but then she thought that the other party was just working to pay off his debts, and he would leave after paying his debts. Wouldn't it be inappropriate for her to ask him rashly?

She thought about this and that.

Suddenly, there was a "bang" from the kitchen.

Then there was the sound of tiles falling.

Yang Xiuhua didn't care about all that and rushed over to check, and found that a hole had been created on the roof by the hail.

The cold wind blew in.

Yang Xiuhua frowned. It was winter, and if it wasn't repaired, people would freeze to death.

As a woman, she can cook and manage the household, but how can she do something like repairing a house and patching up the tiles?

Just when she was worried.

Li Changxiao volunteered to take on the important task.

However, he had a request, which was to taste the hundreds of years old daughter's red wine again.

As he spoke, he seemed to recall the mellow wine, and he couldn't help swallowing.

Yang Xiuhua put her hands on her hips and was very angry when she talked about this matter. She didn't expect that after such a long time, this guy was still planning to covet the daughter's wine.

Long Laixiang's daughter's red wine is a family secret.

Not many people know about it.

That day, the swordsman in white came to the restaurant to eat and asked for the hundreds of years old girl’s red wine.

Yang Xiuhua thought that the swordsman was an old friend of her father, so she presented it to him.

Unexpectedly, after the swordsman had finished drinking and eating, he was not able to pay a penny for the wine.

He also shouted that he could use his sweet dreams to pay off his debts.

Whenever Yang Xiuhua thought of this, she couldn't help but curse in her heart, "You speak as if you can control dreams."

"Okay." Yang Xiuhua's thoughts raced, and finally she nodded.

This swordsman has indeed helped me a lot during these days.

"Good Le!"

Li Changxiao became motivated, set up a ladder and started repairing the roof.

He looked at the huge hole in the roof.

He knew that it was not caused by hail but was caused by human intervention. However, he did not say anything because he was afraid that Yang Xiuhua would go to Hulaixiang to make trouble again and she would not have a good sleep tonight.

……

South China Sea.

The sea water was turbulent and rising continuously.

Thirteen small boats were floating on the sea.

It was Fu Ren and others.

"Brother Fu, it seems that the rumors are true. It is very likely that there is a dragon ball hidden here!"

A woman, barely keeping the boat balanced, shouted loudly.

The sound blended into the wind and rain.

"I guess the tide here is most likely related to the Dragon Ball!"

"It is said that the dragon race has the power to call the wind and rain. The dragon ball, which is the carrier of the dragon race's power, must be hidden in a place with strong winds and heavy rains!"

The old man, who looked very old, shouted, his eyes shining as if he saw hope.

"Hahaha, I was worried that after the spiritual energy was exhausted, the dragon balls would become ordinary things, but now it seems that the dragon balls are still dragon balls."

Thirteen people were talking at the same time.

As if in this wind and rain.

They were transformed into the former geniuses, the geniuses who dared to confront the heaven and earth.

Fu Ren frowned, "The spiritual energy is exhausted. The less spiritual energy we use, the less spiritual energy we have. We are just building our foundation, and our spiritual energy reserves are not much."

"So when searching for the Dragon Balls... we must conserve our spiritual energy as much as possible."

"Otherwise, even if we find it, it won't be of much use."

He made a plan.

The thirteen people were divided into groups of two.

One person tied a rope around his waist and jumped into the sea to search, while the other stood on the boat holding the rope to ensure their safety.

Unless it is necessary, I will never use any spiritual energy.