Douluo Continent: A Fallen Immortal Descends to Earth, Slaying Gods with a Drunken Sword

Chapter 365 Retrieving the Sword and Wine? Wandering the Continent, Tempering the Heart in the Mortal World, A Fallen Immortal's Dust Settles
When Li Zhexian saw the storyteller looking at him, he smiled and cupped his hands in a respectful gesture.

He was about to turn and leave.

But then a soft, trembling voice came from the stage:
"Young man, you look friendly. Would you mind coming down for a chat?"

Li Zhexian did not refuse.

Her figure moved lightly.

She gracefully landed on the high platform with her little tiger cub.

offstage.

Mrs. Li's eyes widened:
"What did Li Chen do on stage?"

Li Zhexian forgot his own name, but he still needed to be addressed as such in daily interactions.

The name contains only the character "尘" (chen), which means that the past is covered in dust.

This is thanks to the fact that the Li family men had been writing for several years.

now.

The man surnamed Li looked at the boy on the stage and sighed:
"Li Chen is no ordinary person."

"He won't stay at our house for long."

The storyteller, suppressing the pounding in his heart, cupped his hands and asked:

"May I ask your name, sir, and where you live?"

Little Tiger answered quickly:

"My older brother's name is Li Chen!"

Li Zhexian gently stroked the little tiger's head and laughed:

"I have a mental illness and some memories are lost."

"Where is my home..."

Let's just call it Li Family Village for now.

The phrase "memories can no longer be found" is relevant.

This gave the storyteller a sudden jolt.

A flash of inspiration appeared, but it was like looking at flowers through a fog. The boy's appearance, voice, and even that glimmer of inspiration were gradually shrouded in a hazy mirage.

The storyteller held a copper coin in his hand.

Just like the gold coin I held back then.

"Bro……"

He hurriedly said:

"Would you be willing to travel with this old man and tell stories to future generations?"

"Though we endure wind and rain, we never go hungry. We measure the mountains and rivers with our own two feet and tell the world about the legend of Lord Jianjiu."

"Traveling across the continent..."

The wine pouch at Li Bai's waist moved slightly without any wind.

He nodded in agreement almost without thinking:

"Thank you for your kind offer, sir. I am happy to accept your invitation."

"Brother Li Chen!"

Xiao Hu suddenly grabbed Li Zhexian's clothes.

He was as young as he was.

I also understood this farewell.

"Please wait a moment, sir, while I bid farewell to my family."

"As it should be."

Outside the town gate.

The storyteller and the spirit master have finished preparing.

Li Zhexian, leading the little tiger, found the Li couple and explained his intention to leave.

He bowed deeply:
"Thank you so much, Uncle and Aunt, for taking care of me these past few days."

"Once I regain my memories, I will definitely come back to visit you both."

"Alright, alright, enough with the formalities!"

The woman waved her hand impatiently.

"Following a storyteller is far more promising than chopping wood at home!"

The man pushed back the wine flask that Li Zhexian had offered.
"You left in such a hurry, I didn't prepare anything to give you."

"Keep this wine bag, don't be disgusted by it."

"Brother Li Chen..."

Xiao Hu gave away his wooden sword.

"this is for you."

Li Zhexian took the wooden sword and then rubbed Xiaohu's head.

"Practice the sword techniques I'm going to teach you diligently."

"Ok!"

Before leaving.

The woman then handed him another bundle.

"Safe travels."

It wasn't until the Li family saw him off out of the city and he had walked about a mile with the storyteller and the soul master that Li Zhexian opened the bundle that jingled with each step.

A few silver coins and copper coins rolled out from under the layers of cloth wrapping...

He recognized it.

This was the money the woman had carefully counted before leaving home, money she said she needed to buy a new plow and winter clothes. (The divine realm.)

"Nothing is more mysterious than destiny."

Ji Dong let out a long sigh that echoed through the sea of ​​clouds.

"The sword and wine that Li Zhexian once regarded as his life have returned to him in this way."

The God of Destruction crossed his arms, his fingertips tapping rhythmically on his arm guards. His purple eyes swirled with an aura of destruction, yet reflected only an ancient indifference.

The Asura God slowly said:

"The mirage beast is indeed an anomaly of heaven and earth."

"This reincarnation is both a calamity and a blessing for Li Zhexian."

"Only by breaking through and rebuilding, and by surpassing the past in cultivation, can one break free from the mirage and see one's true self again."

"otherwise……"

"Looking at flowers through the fog, you'll always be separated by a layer."

"He will completely miss out on this human life."

Since then.

Li Zhexian then began a life of wandering around, following the storyteller and the soul master.

They traveled to the watery border towns of the Heaven Dou Empire and also set foot in the sandy towns of the Star Luo Empire.

In the countless alternations of dawn and dusk, that once spotless cloth shirt has long been stained with the dust of travel.

Those hands that once wielded swords to slay gods now often hold rough pottery bowls, haggling with ordinary people over a few copper soul coins.

at first.

He would still feel a surge of emotion when told stories of "Master Swordsman" by storytellers, and would subconsciously stroke the wooden sword given to him by Little Tiger at his waist.

Even the most thrilling stories, after being listened to a thousand times, eventually become just another ordinary script for making a living.

He became just like any other traveler on the road, struggling to make a living.

The carefree personality that was ingrained in his bones was quietly replaced by a shrewd and worldly-wise nature.

He learned to drink with merchants in taverns and skillfully amused the children watching with witty remarks.

That sword heart that once severed the divine ring.

What we're arguing about now...

It depends on the quality of tomorrow's lodging and meals.

He was more like a seasoned veteran of the martial arts world than a storyteller or a soul master.

The name Li Zhexian was completely swept away by the mundane world, becoming the commoner boy Li Chen.

"I have already stated that even a divine heart can be submerged by the mortal world, let alone a mere mortal youth?"

The God of Destruction spoke indifferently:
"Even if I regain my sword and wine, what use will it be?"

"Does Li Bai still possess the same mindset as he did back then?"

His destructive aura surged like the tides:
"The sword does not answer, the wine is gone, the banished immortal is shrouded in dust, and can never return."

He paused slightly.

The God of Destruction's tone was solemn.

"Evil, Asura, do not think I am narrow-minded."

"Although I have made a bet with you, all my thoughts and concerns are for the future of the divine realm."

“I also hope that this child can break through the illusions and ascend to the realm of gods.”

Evil and Asura remained silent, yet they knew this was no exaggeration.

The God of Destruction is obsessive in his actions.

But his responsibility and commitment to protecting the order of the divine realm are unparalleled among all the gods.

The sea of ​​clouds fell silent for a moment.

The deep voice of the Asura God finally rang out.

"Just wait and see what happens."

"Li Zhexian will not stop here."

The night was as dark as ink, and the drizzle had just stopped.

The three of them stopped to rest at an abandoned ancient post station.

I've been traveling around for days.

The storyteller and the spirit master seemed to have fallen asleep by the campfire.

Li Zhexian, however, was wide awake and strolled into the courtyard.

The muddy ground was still wet.

Reflected in the exceptionally clear night sky after the clouds dispersed, the stars twinkled like scattered silver in a deep pool.

He looked down at the puddle at his feet.

The boy's face floated on the water...

His skin was rough and dark from years of travel, and his wispy hair clung messily to his cheeks. His cloudy eyes gleamed with the shrewd calculations of a江湖人 (jianghu person, a person who has roamed the martial arts world).

He just stared blankly, staring...

In a daze, the reflection in the water seemed so unfamiliar.

Just then, the wooden sword at his waist suddenly slipped off and fell into a puddle with a "plop," creating ripples.

The water rippled, and the reflections swayed.

Amidst the shimmering waves and watermarks.

He seemed to see a boy dressed in white.

The young man exuded a carefree air, his eyebrows and eyes sparkling, a rebellious smile playing on his lips, as he peered through the ripples of water at him.

(End of this chapter)