After he came to Yang'an, his cultivation aura was almost impossible to exert, and it was very likely that he would find the answer in this memorial place.

Sure enough, the closer I got to the center of the square, the more my breath gradually showed a sign of recovery. There was a slight joy in his heart, and the surface was silent, and Lin Xiao moved faster.

The night was dark, and there was a slight drizzle, and the sky was not good, but it could not stop his excitement.

Hoarse!

There was already a barren area in front of me, downtown China, and the bustling lights suddenly changed to a little spark, indicating that one thing, the memorial site has arrived.

Lin Xiao glanced towards the source of the sound, but saw a single-plank bridge made of logs.

The bridge is more than 30 meters long, and the stubble of new wood appears in the center of the bridge, and there is also the smell of wood.

In the middle of the city, such a large area of land is still the same as it was 80 years ago, and it is estimated that it will take a lot of time and money to maintain it, whether it is a single-plank bridge or even a nearby farm.

It can be seen that the descendants of the Red Flower Pavilion have invested a lot in order to keep this scene as it is.

is enough to bear Lin Xiao's outrageous evaluation.

"It's outrageous!" he had to repeat in the pouring rain as the man had swept across the bridge.

Besides, it is necessary to keep it as it is, and it is not so necessary to leave even a broken bridge as it is.

Eighty years ago, the bridge was crumbling at that time, and after so many years, it is estimated that the wood has been replaced and replaced, and as a result, the middle of the bridge cracked directly after the heavy rain.

After going down, I shook my head and rushed to the situation of broken wood, estimating that there was a possibility of breaking it at any time.

There was really no guarantee that no one would pass from above in a short period of time, and Lin Xiao had fallen into a state of anxiety for a while.

……

The antique street of Luo'an Square is located in the most prosperous commercial center of Luo'an City.

It covers an area as much as five times that of the Luo'an Plaza next door, and the annual profits and taxes created for Luo'an City are less than one percent of the Luo'an Plaza.

Not a dime, actually.

Zhu Yaohua, the mayor of Luo'an, who was sitting in the car, frowned and locked, which was naturally normal.

In fact, now he is on the periphery of Antique Street, and the sky is raining.

"Mayor Zhu, those big bosses from all over the world haven't come out yet. "I have already reported to the mayor after inquiring about the news.

"No one should bother, and if there is the slightest mistake, you are the only one who asks. Mayor Luoan frowned.

The behemoth of the Red Flower Pavilion has influence all over the world, how can ordinary people know how powerful it is.

However, he still suppressed the anger in his heart and could not express it.

After Honghua Pavilion occupied such a vast prime location, the city originally thought that they were preparing to develop tourism.

As a result, it has not been open to the public for decades since it was built, and it is ridiculous that the successive municipal party committee teams have responded to the above, but have not received any reply.

The most outrageous thing is that I finally listened to the citizens' reactions to the people coming and going on the streets in recent days, and the mayor hurried over to watch.

As a result, he saw countless characters who could only be seen on the rich list enter the street one after another, but he didn't even have a chance to enter.

Seeing countless characters dressed in style from decades ago roaming the streets, not to mention the anger in my heart.

"What the are you doing?" Suddenly, water drifted into Zhu Yaohua's car window.

Before the secretary could react.

He had already seen it clearly.

Huge sprinkler trucks are sticking out their booms on the periphery of the streets, one every few tens of meters.

Then on the antique street in the distance, countless pedestrians ran in a panic, all looking for a place to hide from the rain.

"It seems that the crew is filming!" The artificial rain sprayed down was just swept around the car, and the secretary didn't suffer too much damage, so he hurried to report.

"You're blind, you don't have a camera, shoot a ghost. "This is more than a scolding when the mayor is a local snake, on his own ground, he has to look at the eyes of others, it is normal for him to be in a bad mood.

In the ruined wasteland, there are countless luxury cars parked.

On the roof of one of the tall buildings in the Republic of China, there are countless people in black with black umbrellas.

"Old man, the time has come. "The smell is unbearable.

A middle-aged man wearing a mask stood respectfully on the top floor of an unfinished building, frowning and talking.

And he was confronted by an old man with a vicissitudes of life, who was in a wheelchair and looked mentally exhausted.

"Twelve?"

"It's past twelve and fifteen. ”

After hearing the middle-aged man tell the time, there were many noises coming from the roof of the building.

This floor is thousands of square meters, the floor has been unfinished for many years, no one has repaired it, more than a dozen men and women with dignified appearances, beautiful postures, and good clothes are standing or sitting, talking impatiently, and occasionally someone snorts coldly.

"Old Xiao, no one has ever been late for our Red Flower Pavilion party, but since it is the benefactor of the Red Flower Pavilion who is waiting, it doesn't matter if it is an exception, haha......"

"Old Xiao, the woman surnamed Shen has already left, I don't think she is too disrespectful to our great benefactor?"

"Elder Xiao, most of the elders who made the eighty-year covenant back then drove to the west, will our benefactor also step through the void and go, there is no way to wait. ”

In the whispering, there are many similar questions. And it was the leaders of the Seven Halls of the Red Flower Pavilion who asked questions.

Xiao Wudao, who was sitting in a wheelchair, squinted his eyes slightly, occasionally looking around at everyone.

Eighty years, the precarious Red Flower Pavilion is precisely with the help of the born real person, the strong enemy that showed a crushing situation reversed and then swept, and then rose with the foundation of the time, which made today's foundation and became the most powerful force in the world.

The old people of that year are gone, and only he is the only fruit left.

The world is now a world of young people, who are empty-eyed and rampant, and have never met an opponent who can match it.

It is not uncommon for old things like him to talk about in the mouths of old people, but in the eyes of these people, they are just old people's whispers and fantasies.

Looking at the side again, even his most trusted eldest son, Xiao Muhua, was already full of uncertainty in his eyes, and Xiao Wudao suddenly had doubts.

Eighty years ago, did the immortal boy who worked side by side with him really exist?

"Wait another five minutes!"

Xiao Wudao spoke in a low voice, and the middle-aged man's eyes were slightly relaxed, obviously having a feeling of being burdened, and he spoke to everyone.

There were no incidents, five minutes later.

Everyone sighed and shook their heads to get up, or frowned to resist the smell in the air, or stomped their feet to relax their muscles, but they couldn't hide everyone's dissatisfaction with today's busy day.

Seeing that the floor was empty, Xiao Wudao, who was in a wheelchair, looked at his eldest son who was full of inquiries, and raised his hand, "Let's go, it looks like it won't come." ”

His expression was lonely and disappointed.