Chapter 12 Time

Li Chen struggled to stand up, only to feel that at this time, his whole body was completely devoid of spiritual energy, his whole body was extremely weak, and his soul was more like someone had been split in half. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"When you were in a daze, I boiled the peel of the soul fruit into juice and fed it to you, fortunately, the reincarnation forbidden technique you cast this time, with the timely recuperation of the soul fruit and other treasures, although it is only the peel, but there is also a lot of spiritual power contained in it, especially for the cultivation of the soul, plus your own foundation is originally different from ordinary people, your Dao foundation has not been damaged much, and the essence and blood you lost can also be slowly replenished, but there is no way to make up for your longevity essence." Uncle He looked at Li Chen, a man in his twenties, with faint white hair on his mane, over the years, he had almost watched Li Chen grow up step by step, like a son, and now seeing Li Chen's appearance, he was extremely distressed.

"Uncle He, it's okay, the longevity of a cultivator is much longer than that of ordinary people, besides, maybe I will live for hundreds of years, but it is not as wonderful as a few years, what is the use of my long longevity" Li Chen said flatly.

"It's just, is it worth it for you to do this?"

"We can't distinguish between right and wrong in many things, let alone gain or loss, uncle, if something makes you choose again, what will you do." Li Chen asked.

Uncle He was stunned for a moment, and then laughed, yes, this Li Chen is just like himself back then, maybe there are some things, he won't choose at all, and it is this kind of character that he treats him as his own son, why can he do this, but he has to feel sorry for him, and after thinking about it, he is open-minded.

Finally, Uncle He, took out the bladeless sword, and used his sleeve to gently wipe the stains on the broken sword. Looking at the half-broken sword, I pondered for a long time.

Over the past few days, Li Chen has discovered more and more the extraordinaryness of this broken sword. Several times he narrowly escaped his life, all by relying on this broken sword, so he asked, "Uncle He, this broken sword ......."

"Treat it well, it's not what you've always wanted." , finally handed it to Li Chen, and said softly.

Li Chen hesitated for a moment, and then said: "Perhaps, the things that I once dreamed of, after the changes of time, even if I get them now, they will be boring, in fact, I can't give what I want." ”

In a small town not far from the foot of the Fog Spirit Mountain, the owner of the dilapidated blacksmith shop has returned to the place at some point. But he is already old, his temples are gray, his expression is depressed, and his face is decadent, perhaps this is not strange in this town, people are used to this kind of profit, gathering and scattering, this master is still the same as before, and there is still a wine gourd around his waist, the difference is that this gourd is bigger than the previous one, and the master is even more drunk and dreaming of death, drinking too much, and then falling to the ground and sleeping. But every other month, I can always give two gold coins to the village liquor shop as wine money.

"Li Chen, wake up, wake up, okay." One day, the old blacksmith shop was not cared for at all, but now a woman who was more bewitching than a fox came, picked up the shopkeeper who was sleeping on the ground, gently placed him on the bed, her face was full of tenderness, covered him with a quilt, and then called softly to the owner of the shop.

The man, moving slightly, opened his empty eyes for a moment, and looked at the bewitching woman with an expressionless face.

"Why are you here?" said hello, then picked up the gourd, took a long sip of wine, then closed his eyes again, and fell asleep again.

"Li Chen, wake up, I'm Fengluan, don't sleep anymore, you can't sleep anymore, how can you do this." Seeing that Li Chen closed his eyes again and was about to fall asleep, the woman grabbed Li Chen's arms and kept calling. It's just that it doesn't seem to have any effect.

Feng Luan's hands gently swept over Li Chen's cheeks, looking at this face that appeared in his dreams several times, but now it has become such a scene, his heart hurts, two tears fell, and then, hugged Li Chen tightly, desperately, tightly hugged in his arms.

Li Chen only felt that he had a dream. A long, long dream.

In the dream, Li Chen only felt that he was surrounded by a warm embrace, very much like his childhood mother's embrace, and he was like a warrior, like a warrior, constantly fighting, again and again, in the dream, it seemed that there was a soft body in his arms all the time.

The next day, when I opened my eyes, all the thoughts I had been in the past few days came back at once, and I let them go from my mind one by one as if I had slowed down the motion. It's just that Li Chen stood up, and there was only a residual fragrance on the bed, and there were a few red blood stains. On the dilapidated and stained table, there was a handkerchief with two words written on it delicately and tactfully.

Take care.

"Why are you so troubled, you know me, why do you bother doing this for me." Li Chen said to himself. Saying no, he swept away the decadence of the past few months, and slowly walked towards the door of the blacksmith shop. I cleaned the dusty bellows, cleaned the surroundings, and reorganized the signboard.

After a while.

"Dang, dang, dang、、、," The sound of hammers striking iron came from inside the blacksmith's shop. In the early morning, a clear and steady beating sound lingers in the air for a long time, indicating that a busy day has begun again.

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