Immortal Travel of Longevity-Chapter 117: Old Friends Meet Again

After meeting, Chang Shan learned that Mr. Chen had just arrived in Shangjing. So, he invited him to stay at his house and offered to share some drinks later that evening.
Zhong Zhengyuan refused, saying, “I do not care for wine, so I will not join you. I’d rather just wander around Shangjing City.”
He was not close with Chang Shan and preferred to explore the city.
Seeing how firm Zhong Zhengyuan was, Chang Shan didn’t press him.
Chen Changsheng had thought about refusing at first, but he changed his mind. After all, even a hero could be troubled by lack of money, and having a place to stay was good.
Chang Shan now lived in Tongyi Lane, right beside the Imperial City. This house was a gift from the emperor last year for solving a major case.
The house was big, but too quiet. Besides some maids and servants, only Chang Shan lived there, and he was often too busy to come home, so it felt pretty empty.
Chang Shan prepared a room and said, “Mr. Chen, please stay here. When it is time for meals, I will have the servants bring them.”
Chen Changsheng said, “There’s really no need for such trouble.”
Chang Shan smiled. “It’s only right to offer.”
The two sat down at a stone table in the yard.
Chang Shan asked, “There is something I wish to ask of you, sir. Since I left the mountain, I haven’t seen my junior brothers and sister. Even though I’ve looked for them all these years, I found nothing.”
“I remember Xuan Shen left the mountain before the rest of you. You were the last to go, so you missed each other.”
Chen Changsheng raised his hand to calculate something.
After a moment, he said, “Don’t worry. After leaving the mountain, Xuan Shen changed his name and joined the Jianghu. Shang Lu is in the army and is safe.”
Chang Shan pressed, “And my junior sister?”
Chen Changsheng said, “She was blessed with Immortal Fate and is no longer in the Mortal World.”
“Is that so…”
Chang Shan sighed deeply, then said, “Just as you said back then, sir, us four each have our own paths.”
Chen Changsheng replied, “Someday, you will all meet again.”
“That would surely be wonderful.”
After chatting a bit longer, a constable came with a matter needing Chang Shan. He excused himself to Mr. Chen and left to handle official work.
Chen Changsheng remained alone in the yard. With no one around, he tilted his head back and drank. Thinking it dull to sit here, he decided to visit an old friend.
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Leaving the house, he walked toward the city gates.
He went beyond Shangjing City until he found a particular tree.
Chen Changsheng looked up into its branches, then kicked its trunk hard.
Thud…
The tree shook violently, startling the man sleeping within.
“Whoa, whoa!”
The Old Sword Cultivator lost his grip and fell.
Thump! He landed, letting out a sharp cry of pain.
“Who is it? Which rotten–!”
The Old Sword Cultivator began angrily but froze when he saw the Green-Robed Gentleman before him.
Chen Changsheng gave a gentle smile. “Sleeping so soundly? Didn’t notice me at all?”
“Oh, it’s you.”
The Old Sword Cultivator grinned. “Mr. Chen, you came to Shangjing and didn’t tell me? Hmm, after so long, your cultivation seems much deeper.”
Chen Changsheng said, “Only a little, nothing grand.”
After meeting, Chen Changsheng and the Old Sword Cultivator went into Shangjing City. They found a wine tavern, sat down, and ordered two jugs of good wine.
“Xiao’er! Wine!”
Seeing Chen Changsheng made the Old Sword Cultivator very happy.
Shangjing City was too boring normally. Meeting someone from the past was a joy.
After some wine, the Old Sword Cultivator said, “Don’t tell me you came to Shangjing just to find me, haha…”
“What if I did?” Chen Changsheng laughed.
The Old Sword Cultivator grinned. “If you really did, that would please me!”
Chen Changsheng asked, “Don’t you usually stay within the Imperial Palace? Why sleep in a tree outside the city?”
“The Imperial Palace? Too quiet.”
“What about… places of pleasure?”
The Old Sword Cultivator chuckled. “All thirty-one floors of brothels in Shangjing? I’ve slept in all of them.”
“…”
Chen Changsheng gave a helpless smile. “How you ended up like this, I’ll never understand.”
The Old Sword Cultivator grinned slyly. “When you come to the Mortal World, you have to live it up!”
“Your merry time might end soon,” Chen Changsheng commented.
The Old Sword Cultivator paused, then nodded. “Sadly, true. It hurts to think about it.”
He already knew Great Jing was in danger of collapse.
Chen Changsheng asked, “Any plans? Go back to Sword Mountain?”
The Old Sword Cultivator shook his head. “Not going back.”
“Where then?”
“Nowhere special. If Great Jing is no good, I’ll go north to Beixiang.”
He drank his wine, shook his head, and said gloomily, “Thinking about it… enemy troops at the gates, bloodstains on the ground… this huge Shangjing City might never be as glorious again.”
He waved his hand, dismissing the topic. “Forget that. Mr. Chen, I heard you caused quite a stir a few years back.”
“What stir?” Chen Changsheng asked.
“The Dragon Scripture.”
The Old Sword Cultivator chuckled. “You were quite famous then.”
“If possible,” Chen Changsheng smiled ruefully and clinked cups with him, “I didn’t want to cause any stir.”
“Drink up!”
The Old Sword Cultivator urged him.
They drank without stopping.
The Old Sword Cultivator talked a lot, with gibberish, seeming anything but serious. He laughed often as he drank, his face flushed red in no time.
But the more he chattered, the more Chen Changsheng sensed the Old Sword Cultivator was hiding something deep inside, unwilling to show it.
Even drunk, he didn’t speak a single word of it.
He only mumbled drunkenly,
“Sister Liu… Cui Yu…”
Just the names of girls from the brothels.
By the end, the Old Sword Cultivator was asleep.
Chen Changsheng sighed softly. “Still so unreliable when drunk.”
…
Night deepened.
After the third watch, Shangjing City grew much quieter.
Sprawled over the table in the quiet tavern, the Old Sword Cultivator stirred and slowly opened his eyes.
His head ached slightly, but he also felt strangely clear.
He looked up and saw Chen Changsheng still sitting across from him, sipping wine slowly.
“What time is it?”
He blinked, then asked, “Mr. Chen, why haven’t you left?”
“Leave you lying here alone?” Chen Changsheng asked.
The Old Sword Cultivator grinned, showing a row of yellow teeth.
Recalling the merry drinking earlier, he sighed deeply. “That was… the happiest I’ve been drinking in years.”
“Hmm?” Chen Changsheng watched him.
The Old Sword Cultivator smiled softly. “Thank you, Mr. Chen.”
Chen Changsheng shook his head with another sigh. “You put on this silly act, but I know… you hide so much inside.”
The Old Sword Cultivator just kept smiling and didn’t answer.