The whole world is my crematorium

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CHAPTER 20

Two years later, spring.

Recently, Tong’an County was particularly lively, with the streets full of people coming and going, most of them cultivators from other places. When the innkeeper of Taoju Inn was busy soliciting customers at the entrance of the inn, he loved to look at these cultivators. In half a month, he had seen many cultivators who looked like immortals or had extraordinary demeanor but when he saw the young man dressed in plain white and holding a sword, he was still stunned unconsciously, thinking that he had seen an immortal.

Beside the young man in white, there was also a handsome young man, dressed in bright yellow brocade, with a flute pinned to his waist. He looked extremely rich and magnificent, but he also made the young man in white appear more refined and detached.

Seeing the two immortals coming towards his inn, the innkeeper hurriedly greeted them and said enthusiastically: “Master Immortals, please, would you like to have a meal or stay in the inn?”

The young man in yellow clothes said, “We have a place to live, we have come to you for a meal.”

“Then the two immortals are in the right place,” the innkeeper said, “In Tong’an County, there is no one who wouldn’t know that the yellow crispy duck in our Taoju Inn is a masterpiece. There are only two hundred a day, and they will be gone if you come late. The two immortals came just in time. There are still a few left in the kitchen. Would you like to order one?”

The young man in yellow clothes turned his head and asked his companion’s opinion: “Louyin, what do you think?”

Gu Louyin gaze wandered somewhere, “Fugui.”

“En?”

“I saw him just now.”

Shen Fugui felt quite helpless. He had been accompanying Gu Louyin for a month, and he was no longer surprised that he recognized a wrong person at every turn. “Louyin, you are at it again.” Shen Fugui said, “I heard that he was a great beauty, one that is rare to meet in a hundred years. Such a beauty walking in the street will definitely attract people to look back and stare. Look at this street, how can there be such a person?”

Gu Louyin was extremely persistent in this matter: “No, I really saw him.”

Shen Fugui knew that it was useless to say more. He sighed and said, “Then what are you going to do?”

Gu Louyin stood in the lively street and did nothing, but in a blink of an eye, he attracted the attention of countless men and women.

“Okay, let’s go in, the yellow crispy duck will be gone later.”

Shen Fugui pulled Gu Louyin into the inn, regretting accompanying Gu Louyin for the hundredth time.

Gu Louyin was the young master of Yunjian Pavilion, and Shen Fugui was the young master of Xuanle Sect (Mysterious Music Sect). Yunjian Pavilion, Xuanle Sect and Baihua Palace (Hundred Flowers Palace) were known as the three greatest sects in the world. He and Gu Louyin had known each other since childhood and were fellow disciples. The two met by chance in Luling City a month ago. Shen Fugui learned that Gu Louyin, like himself, would go to Baihua Palace to participate in the once-a-decade flower viewing party, so he proposed to travel together. Who knew Gu Louyin would want to find someone while on the road? In the vast sea of people, looking for someone was tantamount to finding a needle in a haystack. They didn’t find anyone and they lost a lot of time. Finally, they arrived in Tong’an County, only one city away from Baihua Palace. Gu Louyin had the old problem of recognizing a wrong person again. Who knew how long they would stay in Tong’an County this time and whether they could catch up with the flower viewing party at Baihua Palace.