People are old. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

It's an old man.

This is alone, the old man alone.

The faces of the people standing in the golden wheat fields are smiling, but who knows the loneliness in their hearts, and the eyes are raised to see.

The faint eyes could still see the fiery red of the big tree not far away.

The buzzing ears can still hear the 'chirping' of the flaming red birds in the trees.

Han Xian pointed to the wheat field and whispered, "They are all mine." ”

All of this is justified, and the golden eyes in front of him are all exchanged for absolute diligence by Han Xian, which is recognized by heaven and earth, and this does not need to be explained.

"Chirp~~. ”

The birds are calling.

This call seems to be an unreasonable refutation, and this is a flock of birds in the indiscriminate chirping, making a group of rude rebuttals, what do they want to do?

"Hiss~~. ”

A glimmer of astonishment flashed in his dim eyes, and the old man sensed a very dangerous signal from the chirping of the birds, and his heart almost guessed what they wanted to do.

Snatch!

They want to get something for nothing, they definitely want to rob themselves of a good harvest.

"Fuck off. ”

The old man was trying to straighten his waist and roar very hard.

"Chirp~~~. ”

The birds' language is still chaotic, and their non-stop is saying that they have heard it, and when they hear it, they seem to be really obedient.

Spread your wings and fly high.

The green trees are still green, and the wheat under them is ripe, and the trees bear abundant fruit, and the color is translucent, like the fiery birds that hover in the sky.

But at this moment, Han Xian can't see these things, and he won't pay attention to them.

"Fuck off. ”

The sound was still roaring, and the face was trying to lift up, seeing that the blue sky was roaring at the birds that were circling, the danger in his heart was getting stronger and stronger.

They are no longer obedient, circling, grinding, and turning.

"Y'all get out of here. ”

Han roared first.

"Ahem~~~. ”

The roar was that the throat was pulled out of the blood line by anger, and a cough instantly bent the spine, and Han Xian struggled to support his knees with both hands to prevent himself from falling.

"Ahem~~~. ”

The cough is endless, in the endless coughing, the person is getting older and older, and the spotted face on his face indicates that the old man is about to leave his body and enter hell.

"Whew~~~. ”

What was that?

Han Xian, who bent over and coughed violently, was stunned, and even the coughing sound was forcibly swallowed into his abdomen, what is this sound, what is it fluttering?

People are clear, people are very clear.

People clearly know that their own roars are useless, and that the greedy ones are acting.

"Ah~~~. ”

The hands are removed from the dead support of the knees, the spine is in absolute tenacity, doing perfect, in the perfection of seeing the backs straightened, the voice is roaring, the face is looking towards the sky,

In seeing.

In the midst of the roar, the birds in the sky were flapping their wings again.

The wings fluttered and they were not moving away, but approaching Han Xian step by step, for them, people are not important, and what they mean is not him.

These pair of thieves' bright eyes saw Han Xian's side, and what they saw was the surroundings around Han Xian's body.

There was a golden harvest of golden ears, and these greedy eyes were attracted by the fruits wrapped in the ears of wheat, and they wanted to steal Han Xian's efforts as they peeked.

When the wings flutter.

Han Xian roared into the sky, and they heard it.

But this hearing was instantly diluted by greed, and they were still flapping their wings and diving, and both eyes saw the old man guarding the wheat field.

Both eyes were ignoring Han Xian, the old man who guarded his achievements.

See, see, see.

In the dim eyes, what I saw was not a fiery red shadow, but a piece of black that covered the sky and the sun, they blinded the sky, and at this moment, this shadow penetrated into Han Xian's heart.

Powerless?

Is it powerlessness?

Does the shadow bring absolute old age, is it really powerless against oneself?

Ask?

This question was the sweat that had flowed into the soil asking Han Xian's burning heart that was still beating with chisel intent, and they didn't want to admit it, let alone be taken away.

"Whew~~. ”

The throat has become a broken bellows, and the roar is purring and phlegm.

"I'm Han Xian. ”

The old man was muttering to himself, calling the name in his mouth, 'Han Xian' This is his name, but from the moment the color is haggard, it seems that this old man has forgotten this name that belongs to him.

The word 'Han Xian' was buried along with the word young.

And now, the two words that were buried in the corner of his heart struggled to strengthen his heart, and even more drove the burning heat out of the old man's mouth.

"I'm Han Xian!!"

The name is driving anger.

Roaring with rage.

The roar knocked the old gray knotted star map apart.

It is the same as the desolation of the dusk place, although the Dao tree is still the Dao tree, but the leaves are dusk and there is no trace of greenery, and the stars on the head?

The night sky, there is an absolutely dark night sky, there is not a trace of light there.

Yiying, Rifeng, and Chuyang Samsung are as if they have never appeared.

"Heh~~. ”

The man laughed.

In the old color of the face, a trace of coldness flashed in the sea of anger, and a trace of coldness flashed in the sea like a young man, and a sneer rose up in the dim eyes.

What a smile on my face.

This smile made Han Xian's face rise with a blood-stained evil aura again.

"Rifeng~~. ”

The voice was light and faint, and in this lightness, Han Xian's old face actually seemed to be ten years younger, and he could see that the wrinkles were decreasing.

"Hum~~!"

As he spoke, the dim star map was working together with Han Xian to protect his harvest, and the Rifeng Pisces Taiji Diagram jumped out of Han Xian's body violently, and in an instant, a huge breath enveloped the entire wheat field.

This is the protective umbrella built by Han Xian with Taoism.

This layer of protective umbrella should be to ensure that the harvest efforts that have been exchanged for their hard work and sweat will not be stolen by greed and will not be innocently wasted.

"Chirp~~. ”

The bird's chirping is seeing, seeing the breath of the vastness.

But the swooping body is not slowing down a bit, is the stomach determining the brain, or is the greed of the stomach controlling everything?

But it is more likely that these birds look down on Han Xian, the old man, from their hearts, he is bald and hairless on the top of his head. But in the bird's heart, it was an old man with a bright head, and it was more than enough for his group to tease him, and that vast breath was just a reflection of self-deprecation.

With the pale face on Han Xian's face, maybe these birds have not yet fallen into the sunfront, and Han Xian's own footsteps have already stepped into death.

Death?

People don't know that at this moment, what the old man Han Xian remembers is the youth in his heart, and the pride of the past has become the dominant force of this body at one time.

When I was young.

Rifeng's defense has always been for a better offense, and now, remembering the past, then Han Xian has also regained everything that once was.

For the offensive path of the charge.

The mighty breath of the sun is climbing.

The field was slammed towards the swooping birds under the surging of the Pisces.

"Whew~~~. ”

Rest!

Condensation!

Lock the body!

Fix the soul!

This world is static, it is still under the cover of Han Xianrifeng, everything that can move, everything that wants to move is imprisoned.

The eyes of the birds flapping their fiery wings are greedy and sharp.

But on closer inspection, one can see that behind this greed is a deep shock, and the eyes that can no longer express color are saying: "Why is this happening, isn't that an old man?"

Old man?

Is the spine erect and there is not a trace of bowing, is it an old man?

Is it the old man who has a sneer on his face and a wisp of evil energy?

Be.

What is certain is that no matter whether it is evil or sneering, it still can't hide the fact that the old face is wrinkled.

There is not a trace of bowing in the backbone, just a strong support.

How long can this strength last?

How long can this strength last?

How long can the sluggish and yellowed Dao Tree be able to support the Rifeng Realm strongly?

How long can the umbrella formed by the Rifeng domain be supported?

'It's been a long, long, long, long time. ’

This was the desolate cry of Han Xian's roaring young heart, and his eyes fell on the fire-colored birds that were imprisoned by the sun, and the edge was revealed, and he said in his heart: "This is a beginning, and this beginning will end with killing you." ’

"Crack ~~. ”

The sound caused the blood to crawl out of the mouth.

The field of the sun front surging waves suddenly quieted, this stillness was only for a moment, this stillness was the beginning of the reversal and twisting of the positive rotation, stirring, and the Taiji diagram was stirred into a kill.

"Hiss~~. ”

The air trembled into a mournful roar.

The sky is full of fire feathers falling, and the beauty of the flying feathers in the sky is amazing, does this indicate Han Xian's success, and successfully strangled those thieves who peeked at the results of his efforts with the sun?

"Hehe~~~. ”

Laugh into a laugh.

Han Xian's face that was still smiling knew better than anyone else, and understood better than anyone else, how could the feathers fall when everything was strangled in the Rifeng realm, and how could there be the beauty of flying feathers in the sky?

This beauty is permeable.

This beauty is a sign of your own failure!

'Failed. ’

The moment the sun front burst out, it completely collapsed in the moment of twisting and strangling, the Taiji diagram collapsed, and the Pisces seemed to be thrown directly into the dry desert, and they were completely burned into red-boiled slag without even a quick jump.

'Hum. ’

Their own powerlessness is a sign that those half-bald birds have the strength to be aggressive.

Without the confinement of the Sun Front, they pounced on the harvest achieved by Han Xian's efforts in an instant, and without the protective umbrella of the Sun Front, their previous efforts were completely exposed to the sharp beak of greed.

"Fuck off. ”

I remember in my heart that the young old man instantly bent his spine into a real old man, raised the hand that used to catch insects, raised the hand that used to hoe grass, and danced strongly to do the bombardment.

The form of madness, like a madman.

The madman was ignored, even the birds laughed at it, and their beaks were still enjoying the pleasure of the harvest in the pecking rustle.

The old man is a person.

The birds are a flock of birds, and a pair of hands are chasing a flock of birds, not all of them fail, sometimes they have succeeded, and when Han Xian sent madness to the birds, there was a group of frightened people who flew up.

But this group is almost negligible compared to that large group.

It is difficult for the running madness to cover the entire wheat field, and the rustle of the bird's beak pecking is stopping little by little, this is not because they are kind and leaving food for Han Xian, but the harvest of the field has been pecked into their stomachs, and their feast is over.

Fiery red clouds are shining in the sky.

The eyes were full of gold, and they became broken blue-yellow, covered with black and yellow.

The old man is older, and the person is older.