Douluo's Heavens Upgrade

After a while, the two came to a restaurant on the street. As soon as they entered, the guy in the restaurant, a smart guy with a towel on his shoulder, immediately smiled and said, "Hey, shopkeeper Wang, Chen Doctor, what kind of wind is it today, let the two come together, hurry up, hurry in."

"Doctor Chen, is it still the same?"

In the past ten years, the business of the medical center has gradually stabilized, and Chen Xiaoming's time in the restaurant has gradually increased. Especially in the last three years, Chen Xiaoming will come almost every day, and the staff in the store have long been familiar with it.

"Well, it's enough to have a table with shopkeeper Wang today."

Gently instructed, Wang Lin's eyes flashed by the side, and he was silent, so he agreed.

"Okay, Shopkeeper Wang, Doctor Chen, please come here."

As he said that, he took a few steps and came to the window in the east, swept the towel on it in his hand, and bent over to step back.

Chen Xiaoming sat on the bench and took out the fruit wine in his arms. Wang Lin on the other side also sat down.

After a while, the guy served a few plates of side dishes and a small charcoal pot with boiling water. Chen Xiaoming put the wine pot in his hand in the small pot and started to warm the wine.

The fruit wine was heated in boiling water, but Chen Xiaoming and Wang Lin were idle for a while.

Chen Xiaoming also looked at Wang Lin. He didn't use immortal energy, nor did he use the power of blood. He just watched quietly. Chen Xiaoming had not used immortal energy for a long time.

"The wine is ready, come."

He took out the fruit wine in the small pot, poured a glass, and handed it to Wang Lin. Chen Xiaoming poured another glass for himself, took a sip, closed his eyes slightly, and looked at the restaurant comfortably.

A few performers who played the piano and rap came out of the back room, and the woman who sang the lead danced with beautiful eyes and dancing sleeves.

The voice was quite pleasant, and the drinkers in the inn were invited to applaud again and again.

Wang Lin picked up the drink that Chen Xiaoming handed over, took a sip, and listened with Mimi in his eyes, but there was no abnormality because of Chen Xiaoming's presence, as if he was really a mortal.

At the same time, Chen Xiaoming, who was listening to the music comfortably, also closed his eyes slightly, indulging in the opera. From time to time, he picked up the fruit wine on the table and took a sip in his mouth.

Just as Chen Xiaoming and Wang Lin were listening to the song, a loud noise suddenly sounded, and then they saw an old man in a gray cotton robe, with messy hair, blue and purple patches on his face, and a few prints on his chest. big footprints.

As soon as I entered the door, my eyes glanced, and a somewhat obscene voice sounded: "Oh, this little lady sings so well, she hooked me from the north of the city, good!"

Chen Xiaoming raised his brows, and out of the corner of his eye couldn't help but glanced at Wang Lin beside him. The moment he saw the old man, Chen Xiaoming caught the sudden gleam in the eyes of the latter.

"Brother Wang, do you know me?"

Glancing over the old man, Chen Xiaoming had some confirmation of the latter's identity, and asked Wang Lin knowingly.

"Well, there was a time."

Wang Lin calmed down, the old man had cheated him for a meal many years ago, but the latter's strength, Wang Lin was unpredictable, and he was on the road of becoming a mortal, so he didn't care.

I never thought that after so many years, I would be able to see you again.

"Oh? Meeting is fate."

Chen Xiaoming pretended to exclaim, then shouted to the restaurant owner not far away, whispered a few words in his ear, the latter frowned, but after glancing at Chen Xiaoming, he still responded.

"Forget it, let him in and take him to Doctor Chen's place."

His brows were furrowed, and there was a bit of disgust in his words. If Chen Xiaoming hadn't opened his mouth, he would never have let a beggar come in.

"Hmph, it's still your boss who has a vision."

As soon as he heard the restaurant owner speak, the old beggar snorted arrogantly, and the angry restaurant guy got angry, but there was nothing he could do.

"Let's go."

He said angrily, even though the guy was reluctant, he couldn't show it. If you ask who is most likely to help this beggar in this huge restaurant, it can only be the kind-hearted and kind-hearted Chen. Doctor.

After a while, the guy took the old beggar to Chen Xiaoming and Wang Lin's place, then he respectfully said to Chen Xiaoming and Wang Lin, and then retreated.

"sit down."

Chen Xiaoming smiled lightly and pointed to the stool that was added to the side, but he didn't stop too much on the old beggar.

"Hey, you kid, eh?"

The old beggar stared at Chen Xiaoming with a smile, then glanced at Wang Lin, who was on the side, but he was stunned for a moment. He turned his head and looked at it carefully, and then his face showed a strange expression. color, said in surprise.

"It's you!"

Chapter 207 The Road to Mortal Transformation (End)

"You two really know each other."

Chen Xiaoming chuckled, poured a glass of fruit wine in his hand, and pushed it to the old man's table.

"Senior, I haven't seen each other for ten years, and the style remains the same."

Wang Lin smiled lightly, but he didn't dodge his words because of Chen Xiaoming's presence.Living next to the latter and having been with him for more than ten years, how could Wang Lin really know nothing about the latter.

At least from Wang Lin's point of view, the latter's cultivation level is comparable to that of the old man, or even better.

The old man only had Wang Lin in his eyes. He stared at Wang Lin for a long time. The strange expression on his face became more intense. He sighed, and there was a hint of admiration in his eyes.

Wang Lin picked up the jug from the small pot, filled a glass, and said after drinking: "Junior is just struggling among mortals, how can the senior play the world at ease."

The old man took a deep breath, took a sip of the fruit wine that Chen Xiaoming poured just now, and said, "I have seen countless cultivators in my life, but you are the first one who can transform into mortals in ten years! "

Wang Lin didn't speak, his mood didn't fluctuate, he just smiled and looked at the actor and rapped.

The same is true for Chen Xiaoming. He also didn't care about the conversation between the old man and Wang Lin, but when his eyes swept over the old man, Chen Xiaoming was thoughtful.

Wang Lin Huafan, experience the life of mortals, birth, old age, sickness and death, the old people play in the world, the world is happy, and they are free and easy.

Although both of them were enlightened in the rolling red dust, they were also different.

Just like the path you choose, you are also enlightened in the mortal world.

"Senior watch the play slowly, junior say goodbye!"

When Chen Xiaoming came back to his senses, the conversation between Wang Lin and the old man had ended. Seeing him talking, he took the jug and got up and left the restaurant.

The old man was startled, then his eyes flashed, and he muttered to himself, "Interesting."

"Senior, it was very interesting to hear what you guys talked about just now. Can I ask, what is artistic conception?"

Chen Xiaoming took a glass of fruit wine and asked the old man with a light smile.

The old man was stunned again, turned his head, and looked at Chen Xiaoming seriously, but the original serious expression suddenly became wretched.

"Look, this man is old and hungry, he can't remember anything."

Chen Xiaoming smiled lightly, and then called the guy softly, then whispered a few words in his ear, then picked up the jug, got up and left.

"Senior, please use it slowly."

With a light voice to the old man, Chen Xiaoming left the restaurant directly and headed towards his medical clinic, leaving the old man's deep eyes alone, constantly examining Chen Xiaoming.

From Chen Xiaoming's body, he didn't feel the slightest aura fluctuation, just like a mortal.

Yes, it is like, not a mortal, because from Chen Xiaoming, he actually felt a threat.

In the entire Vermillion Bird Star, there are not many people who can give him such a feeling, so the old man is puzzled.

"Are you mortal, are you?"

The faint voices echoed, and the figure of the old man disappeared without a sound, and everyone in the restaurant was unaware, as if the old man had never been here.

On the way back, Chen Xiaoming looked at Wang Lin who was leaving in front of him, but he didn't say a word, but returned to his medical clinic on his own.

The incident at the restaurant this time made Chen Xiaoming realize that he seemed to be missing something in his heart.

Lying on the chair in the hospital, Chen Xiaoming closed his eyes slightly, recalling carefully, replaying everything he had experienced in the past ten years in his mind. in confusion.

At the same time, in Pharaoh's shop next door, the old man and Wang Lin had already left.

Time passed little by little, and Chen Xiaoming seemed to be unconscious, lying on the chair as if he had fallen asleep.

Until the next door Pharaoh and the old man returned, they had not woken up.

"Boy, let me ask you, do you know the identity of the person next door?"

After returning from a teleportation of [-] miles with Wang Lin, the old man swept the next door with his spiritual sense, and found that Chen Xiaoming was still asleep. The spiritual sense swept through, but he did not notice any spiritual energy, just like a mortal.

Involuntarily, the old man put his idea on Wang Lin. When he went to the restaurant, the two of them were sitting together, maybe they would know.

"Huh? Senior can't see through him?"

Wang Lin frowned and whispered softly. Although he and Chen Xiaoming lived next to each other, they didn't have much interaction. The old man in front of him had a sky-high cultivation level, but he couldn't see through each other. For a while, Wang Lin's inner guess came true. a few points.

"Fart, if I can see through it, what do I ask you to do?"

He scolded angrily, thinking that his cultivation in the mid-term of his dignified ascension period had met someone who could not see through his cultivation on this Suzaku star. This was nothing short of a fantasy.

"Uh, senior, I don't know much about him, I just know that he is just like me, and he is also on the road of transforming into a mortal."

Wang Lin was silent and smiled bitterly. He had already seen that the other party's cultivation base was high, and he was walking the road of becoming a mortal. Since the other party didn't bother him, Wang Lin's character naturally wouldn't bother him.

"really!"

With a sigh, the divine sense swept over the figure next door, which could make him unaware, either the other party's cultivation base was higher than his own, or the other party had a treasure that could shield his divine sense.

It's just that he is more inclined to the second situation than the first situation.

For a time, the old man's eyes flickered with a gleam of light, which could shield the exploration of spiritual consciousness in the middle of the aristocracy. Such treasures are rare.

The old man's eyes fell into Wang Lin's eyes without a trace. He saw Wang Lin frown, hesitating and pondering in his eyes, but he still opened his mouth and said it.

"Senior, his cultivation is above God Transformation!"

Having seen the old man's straw hat, Wang Lin also wondered if Chen Xiaoming had such a treasure, but when he thought of the first time he saw the other party, it was clearly because the other party's cultivation was higher than his own.

After all, the old man led him to comprehend the mood of others, and Wang Lin still opened his mouth to remind him.

The words fell, but a basin of cold water was sprinkled, which made the old man sober up, and after a little thought, he also recalled the feeling in the restaurant.

However, deep down, he still doesn't want to believe that the other party's cultivation is stronger than his own.

As soon as the figure moved, the old man disappeared without saying anything, and Wang Lin didn't say anything. He had already reminded him that what the old man chose was beyond Wang Lin's control.

Just after comprehending other people's moods, Wang Lin had thousands of thoughts in his mind and closed his eyes to feel it.

In the medical hall on the side, Chen Xiaoming opened his eyes, a bit lost and dim.

"Ugh!"

With a sigh, even after reviewing ten years of life, Chen Xiaoming still hasn't touched the causal mood, still has no understanding, and still hasn't found what he is missing?

"My way, what is missing?"