Mountains and Rivers Turned Upside Down on a Snowy Night

An out-of-town scholar named Chen Zhuoliu sent a flying sword message from the Evergreen Palace to Luopo Mountain. After wandering through the Great Li Capital City, he headed south on foot, taking his time until he reached the Yashui Shop in the little town's Qilong Alley. There he met the shopkeeper, Shi Rou, and a young assistant named A Man. As he weighed his coin pouch and chose some pastries, Jia Sheng, the shopkeeper next door at the Grass Head Shop, dropped by. The Daoist robe this old Immortal wore was much plainer than before. His cultivation was higher now, after all; robes and the like were mere worldly possessions. Paying them too much attention would be beneath him. Chen Zhuoliu glanced at the old Daoist priest and smiled. Sensing the scrutiny, Jia Sheng stroked his beard and nodded.

After leaving the Yashui Shop, Chen Zhuoliu visited the Yang Family Shop. He failed to see Old Man Yang and felt a little regretful. Had he known, he would have come here years ago to talk over some old history.

Chen Lingjun hurried over on the wind. He had received a flying sword Secret Letter saying his good brother would arrive in town on time today and meet him at the shop in Qilong Alley. Chen Lingjun had come down the mountain an hour early, with three sword talismans hanging from his waist. Before leaving, he had borrowed one each from Little Millet and silly Nuan Shu, so that he could give his own to Chen Zhuoliu when they met. Borrowed? What kind of borrowing was that? Not generous in the slightest. He waited at the Yashui Shop for nearly an hour. Cracking sunflower seeds could only occupy him for so long, so, bored stiff, he teased the solitary little A