Wucheng, waning moon.

Hei Yan's speed is very fast, and his goal is clear, that is, the old sword king in the Wucheng cemetery.

Compared with humans, demons actually have many advantages, such as a longer peak period.

The cultivation speed of demons may not be as fast as that of humans, but the physical fitness of demons is better. Once a human being reaches a certain age, no matter how strong his strength is, his body will be overwhelmed, and his overall combat power will inevitably be greatly reduced.

Even some of the schools of body refining only stretched this peak a little.

Generally speaking, when you are middle-aged, you are generally in the strongest state of a human monk.

Middle-aged people, they start to lose their hair, and when they are bald, they are basically the strongest time, which is the law of the universe.

It's really not clear how old the old sword king is, but he became famous decades ago, and he should be seventy or eighty years old, to say the least.

Hei Yan wanted to ask him with his fist today:

"Lian Po is old, can you still eat?"

I heard that the sword king's sword is also a top magic weapon, and the sword name: [Ren Pingsheng].

Being able to get back the demon's left leg, coupled with the essence blood of a generation of sword kings, and a top-notch magic weapon, this harvest makes people feel happy to think about it.

In fact, Kuroiwa's idea did not deviate.

The mute old man's current physical state is indeed only the power of a sword.

He didn't continue to pursue Redsleeves that day, and it was true that his body was overwhelmed.

Being old is indeed being old.

He had literally stepped into the coffin with one foot.

As he got older, he was very clear about his physical condition. I also know how long I can live.

Maybe a year, maybe half a year, maybe a few months?

In fact, the old man didn't pay much attention to it.

The days of guarding the tomb were very boring, and he had no children and no daughters under his knees, so Zhu Er, the second dog, could be a little more lively in the past few days.

As I said before, when Lu Yibai didn't know the true identity of the mute old man, he also had a little bit of knowledge about him.

In the eyes of the world, the old man's wife was buried here, so he kept the tomb here for decades.

This is indeed true, and it has been published in the newspapers of Wucheng.

He would go to her grave almost every day, and because he was mute, he couldn't speak, and he couldn't talk to her.

I don't know if she will dislike it.

The only thing he can do is be with her, every day.

This blink of an eye is almost a lifetime.

This mute, in the second half of his life, spent decades, slowly, slowly said the most beautiful love words.

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At Wucheng Cemetery, Ji Deken gently patted the mute old man's shoulder.

The mute old man turned and looked up at him.

When he was young, he was actually about the same height as Ji Deken, but now his back is getting hunched more and more, and Ji Deken is still the same, so he has to look up at him.

"Go back and rest. Ji Deken glanced in the direction that Heiyan had come from, and then whispered to the mute old man.

His meaning is obvious, leave the matter to him here.

The mute old man was one of the few people in the world who knew about Ji Deken's true strength, and he naturally knew that for Ji Deken, the person who came was nothing at all.

He only needs to stand in the territory of China......

- That is, invincible!

The mute old man looked at him and opened his mouth, he could not speak, only simple syllables. He still insisted on standing in front of Ji Deken, and shook his head vigorously.

"Half a foot in the coffin, don't be as pushy as before. Ji Deken looked at him and said.

With his eyesight, he could naturally see the physical condition of the mute old man at a glance. He is now like a faint candle in the wind, which can be extinguished by the wind at any moment.

Even if there is no wind, his wick will not burn for long.

However, although it doesn't burn for a long time, it can still burn after all, right?

The mute old man listened to Ji Deken's words, shook his head again, and still did not retreat.

Ji Deken looked at him, and wanted to say something, but in the end he chose to be silent.

The mute old man saw that he did not speak again, but smiled at him as if he was flattering, as if he was afraid that he would be angry.

As he did decades ago, he always got into trouble, and when he saw Ji Deken, he immediately spit out the dog's tail grass in his mouth, and then smiled at him with a flattering face.

My husband always thinks I laugh ugly, and every time I laugh, my husband will be angry, and then he will not be angry.

Since he met Mr. by chance, he dreamed of worshipping Mr. as a teacher, but Mr. just didn't accept it.

Mr. said that he had accepted five apprentices before, but the apprentices were all dead, and he would no longer accept apprentices, which is too bad!

He followed his husband for several years, and he only taught him one trick [Sword Drawing Style], but he benefited for life.

As I said earlier, the Sword King is only proficient in two moves in his life, one of which is the sword drawing style, which he learned. Another trick is a simple [thorn], which he has honed over the course of his life.

Although the two have the reality of mentoring and apprenticeship, Mr. insists on not accepting apprentices, so he usually considers himself to be Mr.'s bodyguard.

After all, Mr. has great power, and some small fish and shrimp let him shoot, which is inevitably a bit cheap.

He will always stand in front, stand in the bright side, and solve those small nights.

After a long time, there is a legend of the Sword King in the world.

In fact, he is really just being a guard, just fighting for Mr. to repay the grace of this sword.

Today, just like decades ago, he stands in the way of Ji Deken.

Perhaps the last time.

My body is really getting worse and worse, and sometimes I can't sleep peacefully if I want to, and I always cough and wake myself up.

You can't drink, you can't dance a sword, and you can't go to accompany her early.

For his temperament, it is quite tiring to live like this.

He has lived to this day and has nothing to worry about.

Although Zhu Er was barely his registered disciple, he thought that everything he should have taught had already been taught.

The master led the way into the door, and the practice was in the individual.

I think at the beginning, Mr. just passed me a sword.

In that case, instead of lingering, it is better to indulge in burning!

My generation of sword cultivation should not be afraid of war!

The mute old man took a few steps forward and came to a cemetery.

There is no name on the tombstone, and I don't know if it is because it has been worn out by too much time, wind and rain, or if it was not written on it in the first place.

He would come to see her every day.

He stood in front of the grave with his back to the grave, and did his best to straighten his back so that he might look more majestic in front of her.

He promised her to live well and live a wonderful life.

In the past few years, it has not been exciting enough!

He knew that she loved her swordsman and her pleasure.

She said, "My little mute is the first person in kendo today!"

Today, the little mute wants to show the courage of the first person in kendo!

Therefore, he was reluctant to retreat.

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If you come to ask for a sword, I will answer with a sword!

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