The front of the bamboo house was depressed and dilapidated, and the windows and porches were thick with dust, and it seemed that no one had lived in it for a long time.

Lynch helped the little dragon girl, pushed open the door and walked in, the furnishings in the room were extremely simple, only a square table and a few bamboo stools in the middle room, and a bamboo bed in the distance.

"Oops!" Lynch shouted, and hurriedly turned around and blocked in front of the little dragon girl.

"Brother Lin, what are you doing?" The little dragon girl was frightened by Lynch, and her vision was completely blocked.

"Get ready, I see a skeleton on that bed." Lynch said.

"Skeleton, is it because the owner of this room has passed away?" When the little dragon girl heard Lynch's words, she realized that he was afraid that he would be frightened.

"Quite possibly." Lynch saw that the little dragon girl was very calm, and really admired her courage.

Lynch stepped aside, and the little dragon girl also looked towards the bed, and saw that behind a straw curtain, a dried corpse was sitting in the middle of the bed, his body had shriveled, and he was still wearing a gray sermon robe, and there was a long sword beside him.

I don't know how long he has been dead, but it's amazing that the skeleton still doesn't collapse.

"It seems that this person lived in seclusion here and died at the end, presumably he is also a martial arts senior, and he can still fix his body after death, which is really amazing." Lynch couldn't help but clap his hands to express his respect for his predecessors, but I don't know if his strength was too big to disturb the airflow, and the skeleton collapsed into a pile of bones in an instant.

Belch......

I didn't mean to.

Lynch froze in place, his outstretched hands not daring to close again.

"Yours testify to me, it has nothing to do with me!" Lynch looked innocently at the little dragon girl.

"Who is he?" The focus of the two men is clearly different.

"Presumably a worldly master who lives in seclusion here." Lynch helped the little dragon girl into the room, brushed the dust off the bamboo bench, and helped her sit down.

"This senior, we disturbed your old hermitage life, don't be surprised, since you have passed away, this bamboo house will be temporarily borrowed from the little dragon girl to use it well, to ensure that it will not damage the grass and trees here, and I will set up a tombstone for you to help you grow old and settle down." Lynch came to the corpse and chattered for a long time, which was an explanation to the deceased.

"You're such a strange man, he can't hear him when he talks." The little dragon girl thinks that Lynch is stupid, but he is not as smart and clever as hers.

"You don't know about Miss Long, I'm helping him to overdo it, you see that he has been dead for so long and no one has come to help him collect his body, presumably he has no relatives and friends before his death, he is lucky to meet me, and help him ascend to Bliss early." Lynch explained.

Xiaolongnu thought that she was not like this, I don't know when she will die here alone like her predecessors, and I don't know how many years before the corpse will be found, and I hope I will never see each other again in this life.

Lynch didn't look at the little dragon girl, nor did he see her sad look. When I walked to a small table under the window, I saw that there was pen and ink and a book there.

"Gongsun Essay!" Lynch saw that the book had four block letters written on it.

This should be a relic of an old-timer, and it may mention who this predecessor is.

Lynch was very curious, flipped through Gongsun's essays, but he didn't expect that this old-timer still had a good habit of keeping a diary, this was his twentieth diary, and the rest of the essays were in the bamboo basket under the table.

"In the 20th year and 134 days, today I sat for a day."

"In the 28th year and 2 days, today my bamboo is ripe, and I picked a lot of bamboo strips to weave a new stool."

"In the 10th year and 233 days, I picked some fresh bamboo shoots today, and I haven't eaten such delicious food for a long time."

……

Is this old-timer talkative, no matter how trivial things have to be recorded.

Lynch squatted on the side of the table and flipped through the two dozen diaries quickly, although most of them were trivial matters, but there were still some key information that made him exclaim repeatedly.

"Brother Lin, what is written in that book that surprises you so much?" The little dragon girl asked.

"The old-timer recorded some things about himself, and it turned out that this person was called Gongsun He." Lynch introduced to the little dragon girl.

"Gongsun He, is he also surnamed Gongsun? It is the same surname as the grandson of the lord of the Desperate Valley. The little dragon girl whispered.

"One thing you would never guess, this Gongsun He is the father of that Gongsun Zhi!" Lynch broke the news.

"I see." The little dragon girl was not as surprised as Lynch thought when she heard the news, but just nodded slightly, as if she had figured out something.

"Gongsun Zhishi lives in the Valley of Despair, it turns out that his father lives in seclusion in this secret realm, but he has not heard him mention it before, thinking that this Valley of Despair should be created by their Gongsun family."

"Miss Long, you are wrong, if what is said in this essay is true, then this Desperate Valley does not seem to have anything to do with this old-timer. We'll be fine anyway, so I'll tell you what I've written. Lynch cleared his throat and planned to tell the contents of the diary to the little dragon girl.

Although the little dragon girl didn't have much interest in these, she didn't interrupt Lynch, since he liked to talk, he would talk about it.

"Gongsun He's predecessor's essay recorded that he was originally a disciple of Kunlun, and an accidental adventure actually met a fairy in the deep mountains of Kunlun. The immortal saw that Gongsun He had immortal roots, so he instructed him on the method of becoming an immortal. It is said that in this world, there was a stone of Nuwa mending the sky that fell into the mortal world and was broken into seven pieces, each of which contained a trace of the qi of the Heavenly Dao, if you can collect all the seven pieces of broken stone to extract the qi of the seven heavenly Dao into one, you can directly step into the immortal Dao.

The immortal also gave Gongsun He a sword, this sword is called the Sword of Absolute Love, which is cast by one of the broken stones, and the original seven broken stones have been found for a long time, and have been made into weapons by famous craftsmen and scattered in the mortal world. It's not easy to find out all of them.

Since then, Gongsun He has left Kunlun and begun to seek swords and immortals. The hard work paid off, and I found another divine soldier under this cliff, which was two swords, the body was jet black like two black woods, no sharp and no edge, the round head was blunt, but the cold was pressing, and the sharpness was abnormally ......"

"It's the gentleman's sword and the lady's sword!" Xiaolongnu suddenly interrupted, "That's Gongsun Zhi's family heirloom sword, Gongsun Zhi once gave these two swords to me and my son, but the sword is not with me now." ”

"That's right, these are these two artifacts. Gongsun He recorded that when he found these two swords, the ruthless sword in his hand made a dragon groan, and there was a suction force that wanted to get close to the two swords, like relatives who had been separated for a long time, thinking that it was forged by one of the seven broken stones, and there would be no mistake. Lynch remembered that the gentleman's sword and the lady's sword were finally reforged into the Heavenly Sword and fell into Guo Xiang's hands to establish the Emei faction, I don't know if it was because Guo Xiang comprehended the Heavenly Dao in the sword.

"After that, did this Gongsun Crane senior go to find other artifacts?" Lynch's story is so fantastical that even the little dragon girl can't help but be intrigued.