The heroic years have finally fallen, and the sword has disappeared without a trace,

The sons and daughters of the rivers and lakes are determined to be in the rivers and lakes, and people like Chi Twilight and Chi Ji have a sad life. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

As the shadow of the Divine Sword Villa, they have been in the dark all their lives, only obeying the orders of the owner, and no one knows their existence except the owner of the village all their lives, they have been in the rivers and lakes all their lives, but they have never been in the rivers and lakes.

They are sad, but undoubtedly lucky.

People like them have never had a grudge against anyone in their lives, and if they are not bound by worldly things, they are the most carefree people.

How many people have walked in the red dust all their lives, only learned the exaggeration of martial arts, but never appreciated the style of the rivers and lakes.

For the two old men, Ling Zifeng was extremely admired, their dedication to the Divine Sword Villa all their lives, no one had ever seen it except the owner of the village, they were nameless in life and nameless in death.

The original intention does not change, and loyalty is a thousand years.

Even though the Excalibur Villa had turned to dust, they had been guarding it for decades, and they had never even set foot in the Villa, just waiting for the descendants of the Ling family to return.

"Young Master, where are you going this time?" Chi Dui asked.

Chi Twilight and the two did not ask about Ling Zifeng's life experience, presumably the eldest lady knew, and they should not ask either.

Since Ling Piaoping gave Ling Zifeng the surname Ling, as the bloodline of the Ling family, it is not an exaggeration to call him a young master, and even the future of the Ling family has to rely on him alone.

As long as there was no conflict between Ling Zifeng and Ling Mengran, they would not question Ling Zifeng's status.

"Old Dusk, this matter will not be clear for a while, you two have not been loyal to the Ling family in your life, and you should enjoy the blessings. ”

"The next road, let's go, the grudge of the Ling family, I will solve it with my own hands. ”

Ling Zifeng's expression was solemn, he didn't want such two old men to step into such a bloody storm, they had already fulfilled their responsibilities, and their life's dedication was enough, and they shouldn't be putting their lives into it.

"Does the eldest young master dislike our low strength?"

Chi Scar was a little unhappy, they had already made a mistake once, which led to the repentance in the past twenty years, how could the same mistake be made twice.

Ling Zifeng could only smile bitterly: "Old Trace, I didn't mean that, you have paid enough for the Ling family, if I am disregarding your safety, it is no different from a jackal!"

"Yes, two elders, you can stay and enjoy your old age in peace, and also guard this mountain villa ancestral hall for us, after all, after we leave, no one will be able to take care of it. ”

Ling Mengran also echoed the persuasion, there were only two old people left in the huge Ling family, and she couldn't bear to watch them enter a dangerous situation.

"Young Master, Miss,"

"You don't need to persuade you, the ancestral hall will naturally be cleaned and taken care of, and it is only to wait for you to come back that no one has set foot in the villa for half a step over the years. ”

"As the bloodline heirs of the Ling family, it should be up to you to clean up and let the ancestors of the Nine Springs rest in peace. ”

"Our old brothers have long put life and death aside, if we can't avenge the whole village with our own hands, even if we live for hundreds of years, we are just walking dead!"

Chi Chen's words caused Chi Twilight to nod for a while, obviously the two brothers had made up their minds and would not stay no matter what.

Ling Zifeng had to shut up and not persuade him, the two old men died and ate the scales, and the nine cows couldn't pull them back, so they had to give up helplessly.

With their cultivation, as long as they don't encounter too strong opponents, self-protection is still enough, even in that distant Yunzhou, it shouldn't be weak.

It's just such an idea, and after Ling Zifeng really set foot in Yunzhou, he realized how ridiculous the original idea was, but that's a story for later.

The two old men had obviously been preparing for a long time in order to wait for this day, and even the people guarding the ancestral shrine had already been arranged, and even the horses had been prepared.

When Ling Zifeng saw the package on the horse's back, he understood that the two old men were really prepared, and they were even afraid that they had been so prepared all year round.

In the end, I just found a restaurant at random and filled my stomach.

As for Qin Xin, Ling Mengran, as their daughter's family, naturally had to prepare some clothes and supplies, and they were not ready to leave until everyone gathered.

The group came and went in a hurry, without stopping at the storm.

The urgent heart was urging Ling Zifeng all the time, he didn't want to stay longer, he had to recover his complete memory as soon as possible, otherwise the rescue of Wen Xiaoran would be far away.

The horse stepped on the dust and smoke, galloping all the way on the avenue, galloping in the direction of the northern desert.

Storm Ferry regained its former calm, as if they had never been there.

The old man raised his glass and laughed, the women knitted cloth and yarn, the children frolicked on the street, and the pigeon flapped its wings and flew into the clouds, blending with the white clouds in the sky.

Looking at it from afar, it is like a picture scroll of the world, with blue waves and mountains as paper, and misty people as a pen, depicting a paradise.

Far away in the Xilin Ancient Temple in the south of the Yangtze River, the temple door slowly opened, and the old monk in a coarse cloth robe walked out of the temple gate.

Holding a golden bowl in his left hand and a Zen staff in his right hand, he recited the Buddha's name and strode towards the north mountain road.

Not long after he left, the young monks took off their monks' robes, changed into coarse cloth clothes, and wore hats, as if they were ordinary people.

One by one, they stepped out of the ancient monastery, each heading in a different direction.

No one knows where they're going, just as no one ever knows where they're coming from.

The ancient temple at the foot of Xilin Mountain, from now on, the building is empty, but such an ancient temple that no one cares about, even if the temple is moved, it is estimated that it will not attract the slightest attention in this vast river and lake.

Baiduan Mountains,

In the depths of the Nine Secluded Palace, the stone door slowly opened.

An old woman with silver hair stepped out, her purple robe swaying in the wind, and walked to the edge of the cliff, looking at the clouds in the distance.

"The days of Qingqiu, this day always becomes so fast!"

The old woman bowed her body and sighed softly, as if she was sentimental for such a season.

"Grandma, it's cool in autumn, let's go down early!"

Standing not far away, a slim woman was quietly waiting, her eyes were as calm as water, and she was also dressed in purple light yarn, wrapping her graceful figure tightly.

"Hmm!"

"Let's go, old people, they can't stand the toss! Unlike you young people, grandma sometimes really envy you. The old woman laughed, turned her head and walked down the trail, and the woman followed closely and held her arm.

Grandma loves to laugh, you are healthy! Maybe when I get old, you will still look so young.

Well, if you have a sweet mouth, you will make grandma happy.

......

The two drifted apart until they disappeared into the cliff, and the occasional old man's laughter could be heard.

The lonely cliff, only the red glow in the sky, floating around.