Xin is twenty-eight years old this year, or you may ask why a man in the prime of life has white hair and wrinkles, as if he is forty-fifty years old? If Xin Zhuan Mou continues to live in seclusion from his homeland, he will still be very young and twenty-eight years old. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Since the moment Xin was selected to join the WTO, he has been forty-eight years old. Changing one's life against the sky should be calamated by this. The seniors helped Xin Chang, but they were no longer able to do anything. Xin Chang lost part of his childhood memories, and Xin Xuanmou lost the best years of his entire youth, a full twenty years. Passing away are the lives of their predecessors.

In other words, at the age of twenty-eight at the latest, Xin Xuanmou was already in the Dao realm.

Guarding this secret.

Xin Xuan made a living from the illusion. His eyes were full of pink, and he was surrounded by the fragrance of falling flowers, and he stretched out his hand to feel the familiar wind and familiar forest, and even the temperature from his fingertips was familiar. With a move, his body was a little greedy, and he released the Yuan Force of his body, which was able to fuse himself with this piece of heaven and earth.

Without him, this was originally his home, the seclusion of the Xin Chang family.

Is it drunk, Xin Xuanmou wants to open his hazy eyes and say goodbye to this sad land. His eyes widened and his spirits lifted, but the sunlight above his head was slightly dazzling, or the wind blew a few petals and fell lightly on Xin Duanmou's face, he stroked it, it was wet, he left warm tears, stained with pink peach blossoms, this touch was so real.

A bronze mirror was taken out of the cuff, and the person in the mirror was in his youth.

I'm back, I'm back.

"Chang'er, where are you, Chang'er, come out quickly, let me see you", he was a little impatient to know what was going on, why the situation in the thousands of dreams was so real, the real was a little scared, and the more he wanted to understand the true thoughts of things.

"What are you shouting nonsense, are you going to rebel, you must know that I am still alive. A person behind him scolded loudly, but the voice was louder than Xin's conspiracy.

I couldn't believe it, Xin Xuanmou's eyes were scattered, and his expression was dull. Whose voice is this, whose voice is this, anxious he repeatedly asked himself in his heart, why can't I remember.

"Don't you even listen to your father's words, your wings are stiff now, you are a cultivator of the Dao Realm, yes or no?"

Xin Xuanmou couldn't support it anymore, he turned around sharply, and an old man was already standing in front of him.

This situation made him panic inexplicably. His eyes widened and he didn't have time to speak, and he looked eagerly at the old man in front of him, looking into his deep eyes to see something in them, and he wanted to find that familiar feeling.

The old father was always full of anticipation when he looked at him, and he used to always see those eyes around him when he was unintentional, which was to protect him. How much such an old man values inheritance. But then I was no longer able to see it, and I no longer had the strength to follow me all the time. All that was left was regret.

Although these eyes were full of anger at this time, he could see the hypocrisy of this anger, and what was hidden behind it was probably a attachment that he didn't even know. If not, why did the corners of his eyes tremble slightly, it was because he was afraid that the blame would be too deep.

Could it be that he did something wrong that would cause his father to be so sad?

The inexplicable Xin Xuanmou felt that his nose was a little sore, and his vision was a little blurred. The reunion brought him comfort, but this comfort made the strongest people weak in an instant. How to say the grievances, and why is the responsibility so unbearable. There is no word for each other, only silently, silently and quietly together.

We all owe too much love to each other. Whatever that love is, it is fatherly love, mother's love, or the love of a man and a woman.

Leaving and seeing each other is never easy.

The old father looked at himself strangely. "You kid made it easy for me to find it, and said, where did you hide Chang'er?"

After pondering for a moment, ah, I remember that I had two major headaches before. Chang'er pestered herself all day long and didn't relax for a moment. Then there is the little cuihua in the east of the village, and her handsome appearance is rare, and she pulls herself to play with her from time to time.

Just thinking of this, Xin Xuanmou's world seems to be only black and white, full of loneliness and loneliness. Fortunately, I had a way to take Xin Chang to Dongtou Xiaocuihua's house every time I went out, and coaxed her to take Chang'er to play for a while, Chang'er was only five years old at this time. After his own body is clear, the method of escaping is not interesting, but it has been tried and tested.

Smirking proudly, Xin decided to lead the way, and the old man followed.

Sure enough, from a distance, I saw the figure of Xiao Cuihua in front of the hut looking into the distance. When she came to her, Xiao Cuihua ignored herself angrily and entered the house.

Xin Chang was in the middle of the bed, holding a corn cob in his hand, and the corners of his mouth were slightly curled, not knowing what kind of sweet dreams he was dreaming. Today's children still sleep a lot.

The old father touched Xiao Cuihua's head, and Xiao Cuihua also cracked her mouth and laughed. Without saying anything anymore, Xin Chang was carried on his back, and the old father turned around and walked out of the door. Xin Duanmou patted Xiao Cuihua's shoulder, smiled softly at her, and ran away quickly.

I have to give Xiao Cuihua a little encouragement, or who will help me next time, Xin Xuanmou is still as smart as ever.

As for Xiao Cuihua leaning on the door to send her off, Xin Xuanmou pretended not to see it. Pity Xiao Cuihua's sincerity, but she has never been responded.

But even with the shrewdness of Xin Xuan's strategy, he never imagined that the follow-up of the matter would be like this.

Walking between the mountains and forests, the old father picked up Bu Hui's sword and used Yuan Li, and the sword body shone and gave birth to the sound of a dragon's groan. Between the flips of the wrists, the sword blade emitted a sword light like substance, and the blade formed a cylindrical shape, and he actually used Bu Hui's sword as a stick to hit Xin Xuanmou's ass fiercely.

This style is too sudden, and the second is that this situation has not escaped after a long time. After the first hit, it was too late to dodge. Bu Hui's sword body has suction, and with his father's cultivation, it is like waves crashing on the shore endlessly. There is only the wailing of Xin Xuanmou that echoes in the heavens and the earth.

Just forgot that the old father hurt himself in addition to love and expectation.

"I don't dare anymore. Dad, save me some face, be careful of being seen. Xin used to say this.

"You deserve it, Chang'er is my heart's meat, don't beat you or anyone, didn't you say that you want to take him to learn cultivation, why don't you just care about yourself and leave him aside, and you will delay him again if you waste yourself. "This is hatred of iron and steel, and my father used to say these things.