When Long Lao walked straight forward, the woman in Yang Peng's arms was not messing around, and when she woke up, Yang Peng also stood up, and the three of them all looked at Long Lao in unison.

The faint smile on Long Lao's face still did not change, and when he passed by Yang Peng, he said softly: "Yang Shaoxia, the old man still has some things to do, so he will leave first, when the old man is not there, I hope you can protect the Dragon and Tiger Village for me." Because chaos is coming!"

"And I'll be back soon, and when I come back, I have a very important matter to discuss with you. Immediately, Yang Peng nodded solemnly.

Long Lao Er didn't say a word, left straight, walked to the martial arts training ground, went to an elegant room, changed into blue-gray clothes, and wore a hat that could cover his face, then left Longhu Village and walked straight to Yihuisen.

And Yang Peng, who was in the martial arts training ground, looked at the orderly disciples in the village, and said to the woman and Zhongli Qingming: "Elder Long has left Longhu Village for the time being, let's find a room in the village and adjust our physical condition." ”

The two nodded, and the three of them left in different directions.

Pushing open the door, there was a cold smile on Yang Peng's face, and he thought to himself: Jiang family!

And there was a trace of worry on Zhongli Qingming's face.

Long Lao walked out of the north and left the city, and walked along a hidden path towards the mountain peak.

Recalling the term Sen, if it is said to outsiders, it is impossible for anyone to know, because this is the name of this forest by him and Yang Hu, this is the place where they meet and get along, and it is also the place where they are separated.

Walking slowly through the forest, I don't know how long it took, until it was a familiar intersection, where a wooden sign was standing, the wooden sign was old, and the notches were crooked, forming a strange portrait.

He stood silently for a long time, shook his head vigorously and walked to the right.

A sheep intestine path winds upward, a person walks alone in the middle of it, the day is early in the morning, the air is humid, the dew on the leaves is crystal clear, gathering on the tips of the leaves, never falling, a squirrel bows its head and holds a pine cone, gnawing in the grass, looking up at the surrounding situation from time to time.

Suddenly, there was a dull sound of footsteps, and he immediately dropped the pine cone in his hand, and climbed down the trunk of Cangjian with a "whoosh", and on the trunk, there were shallow nicks.

Long Lao walked up slowly, his mood was heavy, this situation and this scene had deeply touched the softness in his heart, and the nicks were not other people's "masterpieces", but Long Lao and Yang Hu engraved one by one、、、

Among them, there are Yang Hu's whimsical ideas, as well as his own young and unruly feelings.

Continuing to walk up, the world in front of me suddenly opened up, an open flat land, with a wooden house, the wooden house is simple and simple, without any decoration.

The sadness on his face grew stronger, because it was not the slightest difference from the place it was decades ago!

The steps he had taken before became heavier and heavier, and there seemed to be a 10,000-pound boulder pressing on his heart, and he was out of breath, stepping on the steps in front of the wooden house, and there was a "squeak" sound.

Step by step, standing in front of the wooden door, taking a deep breath, stretching out his hands to push the door in.

The furnishings in the house were very few, but they were extremely clean and tidy, and on the wooden lining on the left side of the house, there was a man lying down, and the morning light shining through the window on his face, which looked particularly peaceful.

Long Lao walked gently to the side of the bed, his face was ruddy, his breathing was steady and powerful, and on his chest, a fist-sized golden stone lay quietly, extremely dazzling in the morning light.

It was absolutely quiet, Long Lao didn't even dare to breathe again, shocked, absolutely shocked, he suspected that this was a dream, and only in a dream would something absolutely impossible happen!

Carefully took the golden stone away, the golden stone was heavy in his hand, at least five times the weight of ordinary stones, and with a movement of his mind, dark black beads floated out of his arms, and the black light shone slightly, and the golden stone disappeared.

Looking at Li Hu's sleeping face, Long Lao said secretly: Li Hu, I will keep it for you first, and when the time comes, I will definitely give it to you.

Because maybe only you deserve it!"

The Dao Qi on the palm of his hand converged, turned into a thin stream, and flowed towards Li Hu's head, and suddenly his body trembled slightly, but after a while, his eyes opened suddenly, straightened up, and shouted: "Thief, I will not let you go!"

Suddenly noticed that a person next to him looked up, only to see Long Lao looking at him with a smile, and shouted happily: "Long Lao!"

Noticing the surrounding environment, he suddenly said loudly: "What about the old thief Long?

Long Lao didn't answer, he still looked at his anxious face with a smile, and finally said lightly: "Li Hu, let's go!"

The two walked to the hut and walked in the direction of the downhill, and the two drifted away and disappeared at the end of the path、、、

A breeze blew, and the door to the hut slammed shut.

Behind the wooden house, the sunflowers shook their bulky heads with the breeze, but their "faces" were always facing one direction, which was the unchanging light - the Nine Days of Xuanyang.