When the stormy night swayed in panic, a morning bell suddenly sounded on a green hill far away from the mortal world in the south of Luoguo, and a young man in his twenties was hurrying forward, this person was wearing a white scarf on his head and a blue robe.

This young man is a man, who looks no more than seventeen or eighteen years old, but his lips are red and his teeth are white, his eyes are clear, and his white face always feels a little dusty.

At this time, he hurried forward, his brows furrowed, as if something bad was happening.

After turning the hallways, he finally came to his destination, a small hut, and the moment he pushed the door in, everyone in the room looked back at him almost at the same time.

At this moment, there were many people standing in that room, they were all wearing the same cyan Taoist robes, and the patterns between the Taoist robes were exactly the same, because they all had a common identity - Nanshan Daomen.

Behind everyone was a small couch on which lay an old figure.

Maybe the weather was a little stuffy, only the old man lying on the bed was not dressed properly like the others, but was bare-chested and breast-bare, and he was still holding a pampa fan in his hand, but it seemed that because he was too old, the pampa fan in his hand was no longer able to wave it at the moment.

Hearing the sound of the door being slammed, his sparse eyes gradually opened, but his somewhat cloudy eyes were no longer focused, and he could only say three words a little weakly.

"It's back......"

It's like a greeting to the young man that night, which contains the calmness of facing him as a child many years ago!

"Bang!"

The old man's voice fell, but the young man suddenly passed through the crowd and knelt on the ground before the couch, and at this time two lines of hot tears had rolled down from his eyes.

No one spoke, no discussion or reproach, only the depths of the old man's godless eyes lying on the bed seemed to have a lingering kindness.

"Nanshan...... Namsan ......"

He repeated the two words weakly, and when everyone listened to the word Nanshan, they all lowered their heads, and after a while, the old man seemed to be a little tired, and his voice became weaker and weaker.

At this time, the young man kneeling on the ground had begun to choke up a little, because this place was like his home to him, and everyone here was his relatives.

"Life is impermanent, but your life has been destined since the time of the fall, and after experiencing this experience, from then on, you are the lord of Nanshan......"

The old man continued, and the fan in his hand fanned again, but this action was still too reluctant for him.

The moment his words fell, everyone raised their heads and looked at him blankly, with shock, loss, surprise and jealousy in their eyes.

"But...... Have you really seen through it?"

The old man continued, his tone seemed to be forever full of love, and it was always so calm to listen to, only this time, he did not get an answer, his eyes kept looking upward, as if through the roof, he had looked into the unattainable sky.

Finally, a smile appeared on his face, as if he had seen something that pleased him, and his eyes finally closed in that relief......