Chapter Seventy-Three: The Deserted Return

After drinking six cups of tea in one go, Lin Kun on the tree shook the teapot in his right hand, there was still some tea in it, and then the young man poured some tea into the teacup, but it was not full, only more than half of it.

The act of pouring tea in his hand paused, and Lin Kun looked into the distance, and he only saw the back of a middle-aged man. The middle-aged man in blue had a fine sword in his hand, which was very exquisite, and the sword was so exquisite that it looked like a good sword used by a woman.

However, what made Lin Kun a little puzzled was how could such a good sword be used by a man? He only felt that this man in blue was quite strange and a little incomprehensible.

What kind of weapons do others like to hold, that's someone else's business, and it has something to do with him, a person who can't beat him?

So, I saw Lin Kun pour himself another cup of tea, and punished himself with a cup of tea instead of wine.

Next, his mind was pulled back and placed on the old man with a mouth full of yellow teeth.

A few minutes ago, a middle-aged man slapped down and smashed the table, and the target of this person was none other than the middle-aged man in blue who had just left.

This middle-aged man who doesn't have a good temper and takes out his anger on the table, he looks okay, but his temper is too bad, and his realm cultivation should be in the Tianxuan Realm. As for the specific cultivation of this man, Lin Kun didn't care.

The gaze quickly bypassed the middle-aged man and landed on the old man with yellow teeth, which was a long time.

For some reason, Lin Kun always felt that he and this old man seemed to have seen somewhere, but he couldn't remember it.

The middle-aged man hugged his fist at the old man, and then left, and the direction in which this man went was the same as the middle-aged man in blue before. Both men were heading towards the city.

At this time, Lin Kun, who had been drinking tea on the tree, finally gave up.

I saw the young man put the freshly filled teacup to his mouth, raised his head, drank the water in the cup, and then slowly jumped down from the tree.

The landing is very smooth and extremely beautiful.

Lin Kun's eyes rolled twice, and he didn't think about whether the old man with yellow teeth agreed or not, he walked over and sat directly opposite the old man. This self-cooked boy, after sitting down, did not forget to chat with the old man cheekily.

However, before he could talk a few words of nonsense, Lin Kun's tea in hand completely reached his stomach, so he had to pull his throat again, called the teahouse junior who had a little kung fu foundation, and asked him to get tea for himself.

Xiao Er walked away and went to the teahouse, Lin Kun looked at the old man with yellow teeth, and said with a smile: "This old man, how old is this year?" After finishing speaking, he looked at the teahouse again, and saw that Xiao Er had not come out yet, so he turned back again.

The old man drank a cup of tea, and then placed the teacup on the table, and white heat came out of the empty cup, and slowly flew upward.

Originally, the old man was smiling and looking very happy, but when he heard the boy on the other side ask his age, the old man frowned obviously, and seemed to be thinking about something seriously. After a few breaths, the old man finally spoke something unquestionable.

"Old man, I'm one hundred and twenty-eight years old this year!"

The young man sitting on the stool almost didn't fall off the stool and swallowed several mouthfuls of saliva. This will Lin Kun thought to himself, fortunately he drank all the tea just now, otherwise he would have to squirt it out on the spot.

The key is not in the tea that is squirted, if it accidentally sprays on someone's face, then he is still alive as a little person? Lin Kun knows, don't look at these big people doing things strangely, it seems that they have a good temper, but he is not a teenager, how can he not know their capriciousness.

After a while, the second child of the teahouse brought good tea and politely put it on the table for the young man, in front of Lin Kun's eyes. Next, the two talked a lot while drinking.

One old and one young, talking in the right way, the more he talked, the happier he became, the old man laughed directly, and whenever he heard a funny place, he would slap his legs or the table.

The old man who has mastered the strength to the point of perfection will naturally not be like the previous one, and directly send the table to the west with a slap.

Lin Kun chatted with this big man with yellow teeth for more than half an hour, and from the chat, Lin Kun also got a lot of news, for example, this old man who didn't look very good turned out to be a big master of the Concentration Realm, and he didn't know how many levels more powerful than his father.

It turned out that the old man was from Zhuye City, who left more than 30 years ago, and after wandering around the world for several spring and autumn periods, he felt empty in his heart, and then he had the heart to come back.

People who have left their hometowns are returning to their hometowns now, and they are really in a different realm.

And the old man also told Lin Kun a lot of things about cultivation. From the old man's mouth, Lin Kun learned that the realm levels on this continent are different. Cultivation is originally a move against the sky, and every time you ascend to a realm, you will get unexpected heavenly benefits, which Lin Kun knows better than anyone else. Therefore, there will also be a very strict division to judge the strength of cultivation.

The realms of this world are divided into the eight realm systems of martial artists, earth mysteries, heavenly mysteries, jade mysteries, condensation, mimetic patterns, creation, and mystical gods.

As for whether there are really any other realms above the Xuan God, even the old man can't say, and Lin Kun doesn't know. However, as a reincarnated person, Lin Kun knows one thing, that is, there will never be an end to cultivation, as long as you don't give up, you will always come out of a new world.