“You really are shameless, how can there be a dog like you,” Zhang DaoMing said with some despair, looking at that messy pot of medicinal materials, it even made his own breathing almost slow down a beat.
“Ah, isn't this how you refine it?” Big Yellow Dog was a little confused.
Zhang DaoMing didn't want to talk anymore, covering his face with his hand, waving his hand: “Refine it however you want, do whatever makes you happy.”
This really raised his blood pressure.
Chen Xia consoled at the side: “Big Yellow Dog just had good intentions, don't take it to heart, just casually slap it twice, what's the big deal.”
Big Yellow Dog also nodded, “If it really doesn't work, you can slap me twice.”
It hesitated for a moment, the dog's head drooped, stammering.
“If... if it's you, spanking is also acceptable.”
With no tone of apology at all, and even a hint of obscenity.
Zhang DaoMing took a deep breath. Fortunately, Chen Xia was here, so he didn't have to worry too much about the elixir. Otherwise, he would have to hang up Big Yellow Dog and whip it today.
For her own safety, Chen Xia did not drink this stew of medicinal materials in the end, so she took it all to feed the dogs.
While pouring it into his mouth, Big Yellow Dog commented, “It lacks a little salt, should add some white sugar to freshen it up.”
It really started cooking.
Zhang DaoMing sat aside, looking several hundred years older, with exhaustion written all over his face. He really didn't know what to say to Big Yellow Dog anymore. At the moment, he shook his head at Chen Xia.
“Perhaps only you can restrain it.”
“No,” Chen Xia shook her head. “I can't restrain anyone, and I'm too lazy to restrain anyone.”
This was quite in line with his personality.
“Can we go back, to Blue Sky Sword Sea?” Zhang DaoMing suddenly asked.
Chen Xia shook her head. “Even if you go back, it's no longer Blue Sky Sword Sea there.”
Zhang DaoMing nodded, feeling it made sense. Perhaps because he was getting old, he couldn't help sighing again.
“Such a huge sect, the overlord in the starry sky, just disappeared like this. Perhaps this is the power of time.”
“Yeah.” Chen Xia nodded lightly, not answering. The collapse of Blue Sky Sword Sea was a good thing for him.
Although there were many regrets, but life is pieced together from these regrets.
There is no perfect life.
“Burp.” Big Yellow Dog touched his belly, he was a little full, didn't feel any nourishing, just felt it lacked salt.
Zhang DaoMing shook his head helplessly at Big Yellow Dog. He asked Chen Xia again, "What's next?"
Chen Xia didn't know either. “Let's take it one step at a time. Settle you down first, then go to the place I've been thinking about for thousands of years.”
“To see someone?” Zhang DaoMing asked.
“More or less.” Chen Xia replied, and chuckled lightly again, “Just don't know if she still recognizes me. We haven't seen each other for so many years, and we haven't had much contact.”
“It's not your fault, Blue Sky Sword Sea pulled you away.” Zhang DaoMing explained.
Chen Xia nodded. “It's not my fault, but it's still not going.
“Feelings fade, times change, life goes on, I can't blame them either.”
He chuckled lightly, narrowed his eyes, as if reminiscing, then lowered his head slightly and said softly.
“I just want to take a look.”
“Um.” Zhang DaoMing nodded and smiled. “Let's go with you then, if I can live until that time, haha.”
“Okay.” Chen Xia nodded, speaking very lightly, not strongly.
He laughed lightly, a truly happy smile, as if he had already imagined that day's arrival.
If we can really wait until then.
That should be great.
Big Yellow Dog raised his paw and murmured to the side: “Me, me, me, I must go, and let's also call Chi Yu to go, okay?”
“Okay, we'll all go then.” Chen Xia laughed.
Can we really go?
Not sure for now, but it shouldn't be too much just to think about it, right?
Big Yellow Dog suddenly spoke again: “I wanted to come find you long ago, but old Zhang had to refine elixirs, so I could only take care of old Zhang first.”
Speaking of this, it sighed again, and shook its head helplessly: “Really, people who are thousands of years old, still so hard to take care of.
Zhang DaoMing sat aside, no longer wanting to defend himself at all, nodded: “Right, right, right.”
It was just that Zhang DaoMing felt it was too embarrassing to fight with a dog, and would lose face if seen by other cultivators, otherwise he would have fought with Big Yellow Dog long ago.
Big Yellow Dog was reluctant to bully Zhang DaoMing's old bones. Being kicked once was just being kicked once, it didn't use much force anyway.
Chen Xia's injuries were also somewhat better, he could barely get out of bed and walk. The Past and Future Sword caused great damage to him. Now his limbs and body were in a closed state and he could not mobilize spiritual energy.
Even his consciousness had become somewhat sluggish. Summoning the flying swords from his Inner Sword Sea was out of the question.
It was just that he had the Heavenly Dragon's vision to aid him. Plus, he added some strength, so his physique was exceptionally sturdy.
Otherwise, suffering two serious injuries in a few decades would have caused the cultivation level of an ordinary cultivator to drop long ago.
It was only Chen Xia’s physique that could withstand it and showed signs of slow recovery.
In the next few days, Big Yellow Dog found a night with a full moon, cooked three dishes and one soup, all with ordinary medicinal materials, and also bought Zhang DaoMing a small jug of wine.
The two people and one dog brought the table outside, sitting under the moonlight, holding bowls and chopsticks.
“This can be considered a reunion, right.” Zhang DaoMing said with a smile, filling the wine cup in front of him with wine, unusually happy today.
Big Yellow Dog frowned. “It still lacks some people.”
Chen Xia picked up his bowl and chopsticks. “We will reunite eventually, why think about it so much?”
“What about Pan Dadao?” Big Yellow Dog suddenly asked.
Zhang DaoMing's hand pouring the wine trembled, spilling the wine from the cup.
“Think positively, what if Pan Dadao was reborn as the heir of some great emperor, wouldn't that be a much better life than before.” Chen Xia said with a smile.
“That makes sense.” Big Yellow Dog nodded.
Chen Xia didn't say anything anymore. In fact, in addition to the good aspects, there were also bad possibilities. He could only think in a positive direction.
That way, he could feel better in his heart.
The moon in the sky was not very full, in fact it was still missing a corner.
The next day at noon.
Big Yellow Dog came trotting in, holding a box of chess pieces in his hand, and said happily to Chen Xia:
“Finally got it for me. This really is a poor place, even chess pieces are so hard to buy.”
Chen Xia was also happy: “Come on.”
The person and the dog then started setting up the chessboard to confront each other.
Zhang DaoMing watched from the side, ready to point out at any time.
After the chessboard was set up.
Chen Xia looked up and saw the chess pieces and the dog, and was stunned for a moment. It really looked like he was back in Blue Sky Sword Sea thousands of years ago.
He picked up a chess piece, moved the cannon to take the soldier, and chuckled as he said the words he had said for thousands of years.
"Your horse is gone."
Big Yellow Dog also grinned.
The blue sky is gone, but old friends remain.
Also asking everyone to send free gifts. Little Sour only wants free gifts. Don't tip or pay, use it to buy yourself food.
Don't wrong yourself, Little Sour will feel heartache.
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