“…… I didn't feel uncomfortable ......"

  "Then you must tell me what you want to do after that! Gluttony will definitely satisfy you!! ”

  “……”

  Mu Zisu sometimes treats him like a storm, and Xiao Xian sometimes feels that he can't resist it.

  At this time, Mu Zisu suddenly remembered something, she pinched her fingers and said in astonishment: "Isn't that master alive......"

  Gu Xiuyuan said: "Five hundred years old. ”

  Xiao Xian thought for a moment, "Really? I'm 500 years old. ”

  Mu Zisu couldn't help but stroke his forehead, "How old are you, don't you count in your heart......"

  "It's twenty-eight years old."

  “……”

  Gu Xiuyuan now understands that the reason why he is a sword master is superb is because he has a long life...... No wonder he looks like a child, huh...... Truly. No monk has ever lived to be 500 years old. This is simply the Ancestor level......

  Mu Zisu looked at Xiao Xian carefully as if he were looking at a very strange creature, his eyes sweeping every inch of his body.

  She cautiously picked up his hand, as if looking at a precious antique.

  Obviously, the master is still the same master, but there is always a ...... Very different feeling!

  "Gluttony...... What do you do......"

  Mu Zisu looked at him with eyes shining, "It's the first time I've seen a five-hundred-year-old person, I want to take a good look!" ”

  Xiao Xian was speechless and let her fiddle with herself.

  He looked at the distant sky, the big white clouds drifting, and laughed softly: "It turns out that I have lived for so long. ”

  He used to like to look at the sky, watch the sunset slowly sink, watch the stars change, the years change, watch the country change hands, the sun and the moon rotate, but he is still like this, holding the sword and watching the flowers, idle.

  He couldn't remember how long he had lived.

  When did Xiao Xian feel that he was already an old man?

  It seems to have woken up after he had been asleep for fifty years.

  He re-entered the mortal world, but everything was not the same as before, and he had no relatives. The face is full of dust, the temples are like frost, even if you don't know each other. He didn't know anyone, and no one knew him anymore. He often gets lost, and he doesn't recognize any of the newly built cities.

  He walked through the small alleys of Chang'an City, there was a little drizzle in the sky, several children were playing in robes, and the child who played the role of the 'Supreme Demon Venerable' was besieged by the 'Four Emperors', just like in the script, evil is invincible.

  An old man said, "Today's children are not afraid of any Supreme Demon Venerable. Where is it like our time, I was terrified and didn't dare to mention it. ”

  He thought, Supreme Demon Venerable, there is nothing to be afraid of.

  However, this is the best, the world is stable, the singing and dancing are peaceful, and there is no more war.

  Xiao Xian sometimes has nothing to do, so he wants to watch the famous cultivation conference, which is a competition between monks, and the people who can rank there are the top masters in Kyushu, he remembers that Shen Qihuan also pulled him to play a few games, and he did meet many interesting people. But he couldn't find that place, he thought that he had a bad memory, remembered the wrong place, and when he asked, many people were laughing at him, "Uncle, are you from the last era?" It's long gone. ”

  The group of heroes is gone, replaced by the deer list, the martial arts conference, the battle between sects, and the scattered cultivation has declined.

  Later, he found that he gradually couldn't understand what others were saying, who was Perakmon? Who is Qinglongmen? It sounds like they're still very strong, but I don't know if he was stronger than he was back then. And the few powerful sects in his impression back then have fallen dust on the broken eaves.