Xia Kingdom, at the top of Yunlu Mountain, the waterfall not far in front of him is still rushing down.

On the edge of the ya, Jiang Wendao, dressed in a green robe and full of unadorned white hair, sat there.

Although it has only been the past three days, Jiang Wendao's current appearance is more obvious than three days ago, the whole person looks a lot weaker, and a twilight aura on his body has even begun to arise spontaneously, he really has a short life, perhaps, it is possible to leave suddenly in the next moment.

Jiang Wenwen couldn't help but think back to his long life at the age of one hundred and ninety-nine these days.

His parents and relatives were gone a hundred years ago, and Jiang Wenwen had no wife and no children in his life, more precisely, he had not had anything to do with any woman since he was young, this was his choice, the choice of being alone......

He has nothing to regret in this life.

The days were uneventful, quiet, no one bothered him, he himself was obscure, almost unknown, he liked this life.

And when it comes to unsatisfactory things, for him, there are actually very few unsatisfactory things, because he is a person who has less desires and less desires, and naturally, there are fewer unsatisfactory things, of course, with his ability, it is very difficult to make him unsatisfactory, and it is very rare.

The only regret in his life is that he didn't see his apprentice again, but he still believes that one day she will return......

Jiang Wenwen sat cross-legged, his hands on his knees, his head bowed, his heart was calm and empty, he didn't think about anything anymore, as time slowly passed, his eyelids increased step by step, and his vitality gradually dissipated.

Jiang Wendao knew that he was really going to die, he glanced at the ground in front of him again, and the mobile phone that the second apprentice Yang Zizai gave him before, seemed to want to do something, but finally turned around...... Waiting for death, waiting for the moment when death comes, how will people feel at the moment between life and death? And has there been any change in his soul? Will it dissipate after death? This is a question he has thought about before, and now it is not bad to feel it for himself......

But just then, someone called.

At this time, who is going to disturb him? Jiang Wendao looked over, although his eyelids were almost heavy and closed, Jiang Wendao could still see who called.

"Haoran? Why are you calling him at this time? ”

Jiang Wendao had this thought in his mind, but he didn't think much about it, and he didn't have much time left. Moving his bulky right hand, his weak fingers struggling to tap on the phone's screen. There was a phone call from Xiao Haoran to project a conversation with him.

Jiang asked a little (accept), and above the screen of his mobile phone, an image of light and shadow appeared out of thin air, and inside was the scene of Xiao Haoran leaning against a tree.

"Teacher, you know what? Senior sister is back......" Xiao Haoran looked a little excited, not at all calm and steady as usual. But Xiao Haoran didn't finish speaking, his eyes were fixed on this moment.

Jiang Wendao's eyelids seemed to open the heavy invisible shackles, but he couldn't open them, but closed them permanently, leaving only a smile, a smile in spring. And the movement of the upper half of the body suddenly drooping.

"Teacher!"

Xiao Haoran's eyes looked at him in a daze, his eyes instantly turned red, and two lines of tears couldn't help but slowly fall.

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