The Ancient Sword City, after the opening of the Sword Shrine, became a lot quieter, and as time went by, the Void Gate gradually became dim, and it was obvious that it would not be long before the Sword Shrine World would be closed again.

As for Xiao Feng, after leaving the Sword Shrine World, he did not return to the small courtyard of the Ling Tian Sword Sect for the first time, but came to the front of the Sword Pavilion.

The ancient Sword Pavilion, the door is closed, as if it is dusty again, waiting for the next market opening, but it is already a hundred years later, and once the Sword Pavilion is closed, unless the Sword Shrine is opened again after a hundred years, the Sword Pavilion will not open again.

This is known to the world, so after the closure of the Sword Pavilion, there was no figure around the Sword Pavilion at all, after all, some legends about the Sword Pavilion made many people in awe of the Sword Pavilion, and naturally did not dare to walk around outside the Sword Pavilion at will.

At this time, the Sword Pavilion was mysterious and silent, but a figure slowly walked to the gate of the Sword Pavilion, looking at the Sword Pavilion in front of him, Xiao Feng had mixed feelings, the years were ruthless, but in the blink of an eye, it had been 100,000 years.

100,000 years have passed, I am afraid that things have already been different, and when Xiao Feng came to the Sword Pavilion again, his eyes couldn't help but jump slightly.

"I'm back!" A gentle sentence contained thousands of complex emotions, and after speaking, Xiao Feng slowly pushed open the door of the Sword Pavilion with his hand, and then walked in with a step.

When Xiao Feng's figure disappeared into the gate of the Sword Pavilion, the gate closed quietly and slowly again, and no one knew that someone had entered.

Unlike last time, this time Xiao Feng stepped into the Sword Pavilion, but what he saw was a green mountain and green water, and a charming field scenery.

In this beautiful environment, there are small bridges and flowing waters, dozens of wooden houses are built among the green mountains and green waters, and the smoke is slow, which makes people want to stop and enjoy this rare quiet.

Like the martial arts world, this is more like a paradise, the people who live here are mortals, they have not been exposed to any cultivation, and they don't know that the world they live in is just a small world, and they never even know the scene outside the world.

"Perhaps, sometimes contentment is also a kind of happiness!" Looking at the figures working in the fields, looking at the bright smiles on their faces, Xiao Feng couldn't help but sigh lightly.

A long, long time ago, someone once told him that there is nothing wrong with being a mortal, because mortals have birth, old age, sickness and death, ups and downs, and mortals are happier than monks who live in a cruel martial arts world and gradually forget their emotions.

Although the life span of mortals is very short, they are very happy to live, there is not too much deceit between them, and there is no strong desire and killing, but this kind of life is destined to have nothing to do with Xiao Feng.

Because, Xiao Feng has embarked on a road of no return, maybe if there is an afterlife, he also hopes that he can live such a life, but this life is destined to be lost to him.

Without alarming the people working in the fields, Xiao Feng's figure appeared directly under a big tree outside the small village, the big tree shaded the sky and the sun and the branches were luxuriant, and the trunk was thousands of zhang wide, and the roots of this big tree were deeply rooted in the earth, which can be described as an old tree root, just a random tree root needs several people to surround it to form a circle.

And under this old tree, an old man in a simple robe looked at Xiao Feng who appeared in front of him with a smile on his face.