At the foot of Wangxing Mountain, Lin Xing appeared silently.

He raised his head and looked at the Xingxing Mountain in front of him, his expression was more complicated.

This is the first time in so many years that I have returned to Wangxing Mountain.

And Wangxing Mountain is still such a Wangxing Mountain.

But in Wangxing Mountain, there is no one anymore.

Even if it was the breath of life, Lin Xing didn't feel much.

"That old fellow, it seems that death is really not far away!"

Sighing, Lin Xing raised his feet and slowly walked towards the top of Wangxing Mountain.

He doesn't move fast, but he's not slow either.

It took more than an hour for Lin Xing to come to the place where there was a building in Wangxing Mountain.

Slowly walked to the outside of a thatched hut, Lin Xing didn't knock on the door, and directly pushed open the door of the thatched hut and walked in.

In the hut, the old drunkard stood in front of the window, his eyes calmly looking at the scenery outside the window.

There was no twilight on his body, and even his appearance did not change.

It seems that it is no different from when Lin Xing's strength memory was sealed.

"What about them. ”

Glancing at the back of the old drunkard, Lin Xing yawned and said, casually came to the table and sat down, and then slowly made tea.

"When have you ever seen someone running into someone's grave?"

The old drunkard heard Lin Xing's voice and said to Lin Xing in a very calm tone.

When Lin Xing heard this, the corners of his mouth showed a slightly playful smile, and he said with a slight fluctuation in his tone: "You are not wrong in what you said, but although this Wangxing Mountain is the tomb you chose, why is it not where we live?"

Saying that, Lin Xing continued to make tea without hurrying in his hand, and at the same time turned his head and continued to look at the back of the old drunkard and said, "Don't you think that you old guy is very selfish, even if you die, you don't plan to give over this bit of inheritance, and you have to take it with you." ”

"Wangxing Mountain's industry, you guys can't look down on it. ”

The old drunkard slowly turned to look at Lin Xing, his tone still calm.

Wangxing Mountain, before he accepted his disciples, was the grave he chose for himself.

Although it is said that the family business of Wangxing Mountain is not small now.

But for Lin Xing and them, Wangxingshan's family business is nothing at all.

Therefore, it is better to continue to keep it as your own grave.

If these guys have a conscience, after their death, every time they come back to put incense on their own death day or Qingming Festival or something, they will be very satisfied.

"Leave the property of Wangxing Mountain to me, I'm already planning to retire. ”

After Lin Xing made the tea, he waved it at will, and the poured cup of tea shot towards the old drunkard.

Then he made himself another cup of tea, lay down on the chair with his hands behind his head, and said in a nonchalant tone.

The old drunkard took the teacup, and after taking a sip of tea gently, he couldn't help but smile at Lin Xing: "Although you are too old in the eyes of ordinary people at this age, in the cultivation world, you have just come of age, and you are actually thinking about retiring now?"

Lin Xing hummed, and his mental power controlled the teacup to float in front of him, and then controlled the tea in the teacup to slowly pour into his mouth.

After drinking the tea in the teacup, Lin Xing looked at the old drunkard lightly, and said in a slightly resentful tone: "I just said when I first embarked on the cultivation path that the life of a cultivator is not suitable for me. ”

"But you've always been a fish in water, haven't you?"

The old drunkard slowly came to the table with a teacup and sat down.

After pouring himself another cup of tea, he said to Lin Xing helplessly.

This guy used to complain once or twice every time he saw himself that he was not suitable for the cultivation world.

But in fact, he was more comfortable than anyone else in the cultivation world.

Even if he has few real friends, ...... In the cultivation world, if there is a question of who mixes the best, one of them is him.

"Just because I'm like a fish in water doesn't mean I'm happy. ”

Lin Xing pulled his mouth and laughed at the old drunkard.

At the same time, he reached out and picked up his teacup, which slowly spun in his hand.

The old drunkard didn't want to talk to Lin Xing about this matter anymore, he frowned slightly and said, "Even if you really want to retire, don't you still have a hell of a place, my place is too pitiful compared to the hell land." ”

Lin Xing sat down slowly and poured another cup of tea into his cup.

His eyes looked at the old drunkard very seriously, shook his head and said, "I belong to the land of hell, but the land of hell does not belong to me, you should understand this truth." ”

As he spoke, Lin Xing paused for a minute or two, and then continued to say to the old drunkard: "The development of the Hell Land, no matter what, I have to leave in the end, if I have been in the Hell Land, it may limit its development.

Besides, I'm not the one to manage at all, and the stalls in the Underworld are too big for me to have the ability to solve them.

On the contrary, Wangxing Mountain is different, I can grow some vegetables and spiritual materials in this mountain, support myself self-sufficiently, and be at ease......"

The old drunkard laughed silently, half-squinted his eyes, and said to Lin Xing with a smile: "Speaking of which, you just don't even plan to leave a coffin plot to Lao Tzu?"

"If you want to die, go to die elsewhere, don't die in Wangxing Mountain, bring bad luck to this place. ”

Lin Xing snorted coldly, took a sip of tea, and at the same time looked at the wine gourd on the old drunkard's waist, pouted and continued: "Come on, you can't drink tea, you still drink the bar."

And when you're sober, you only talk nonsense, and only when you're drunk, can you say something clear......"

"You little bastard......

The old drunkard glared at Lin Xing twice, but still put the teacup in his hand on the table.

Of course, he didn't open his wine gourd to drink, but looked at Lin Xing with half-squinted eyes and asked, "Let's say, you won't just think about this place where I am buried when you look back at Xingshan this time." ”

"Just come back and see if you're dead. ”

Lin Xing glanced at the old drunkard and said in a faint tone.

Then he ignored the old drunkard, put down the cup in his hand, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

It seems that the old drunkard still has some time to live, and there is no need for him to talk to him as soon as he returns.

It's better to dry him first, and when the time is right, let's get down to business with him.

The old drunkard saw Lin Xing close his eyes and sleep directly, and he didn't wake Lin Xing up.

Instead, he came back to the window and stood, his eyes calmly looking out of the window.

It seems that no matter how many years he looks at the scenery outside, he will not feel tired.