"Haha, Yan'er. ”

The old man's eyes were soft, he squatted down, his face was kind, he stretched out his palm, kneading the head of the young man in front of him, and his eyes were full of doting.

"Grandpa. ”

The young man immediately raised his face to look at the old man, and his immature and fair face seemed to be illuminated by the sun, and the ice and snow melted suddenly.

The corners of the boy's mouth were slightly raised, and a smile floated, but the smile was not natural.

"You still don't like to laugh like that. ”

The old man did not mean to blame, but still said kindly, and after speaking, he stood up, put his eyes on the young man, and kept glancing.

For the amazing changes in the teenager in the past ten years, the old man kept muttering and softly admiring.

The young man nodded, and there was no longer the coldness in his eyes.

In front of the old man, the young man was like a cold spirit sword, finding a scabbard that could hide himself, retracting the sharpness of the surface at the same time, and hiding the kingly aura that made people tremble.

"Do you still blame me for my decision?"

The young man's dark pupils turned slightly, his lips opened slightly, and he asked.

I saw the old man smile bitterly, shook his head helplessly, and sighed: "No, the ten years of tempering have already completely wiped out the sharpness in Grandpa's heart, and it was indeed Grandpa who was too radical at the beginning, do you still blame Grandpa now?"

"No, grandpa was for the right path in his heart, and now I am walking in your way, I can understand. ”

The young man's evil eyes gradually returned to calm, as cold as before, but instantly dimmed, and he spoke slowly.

The old man could naturally detect the subtle changes in his grandson's expression, and immediately stretched out his thick palm to take the young man's gentle right hand.

The young man did not dislike the old man because of his ragged clothes and rough palms, but the young man was a little flattered.

Then the two of them walked slowly to the guardrail.

Looking beyond the canyon, the fairy clouds are surrounded, the mountains are steep, the vast sky, and the two rows of cloud herons flying high with wings slowly rise and go away.

The old man narrowed his eyes, staring in the direction the young man had been looking, and then at his grandson beside him.

The old man showed a deeply gratifying smile, and then said slowly: "Over the years, taking care of this huge Sword Spirit Valley has really worked hard for you. ”

"It's my grandson's job. ”

The young man put his hands behind his back, followed the direction of the old man's gaze, and looked up, giving people the feeling that he was more calm and solemn than the old man next to him.

"In the next few years, you may still need to put a little more thought into this Sword Spirit Valley. ”

The old man's face was full of shame, but after a moment of contemplation, he still said this.

"Grandpa has just returned to the valley, and he is in a hurry to go out again?"

The young man was stunned for a moment, his eyes relaxed slightly, he looked down, and then asked with some loss.

"Grandpa is in that place, and he has brought back an interesting boy of your age, and he may have promised to look for him, and rest assured that this trip will not be as quiet as he was ten years ago. ”

The old man said bitterly, obviously still immersed in the self-blame of leaving rashly.

When I said goodbye, it was ten years of time, and the most painful thing for the old man here was that he missed the growth time of his grandchildren.

"It's so best, it's okay, grandpa go, I'm here in Sword Spirit Valley, it's enough. ”

The young man naturally knew that what his grandfather decided would not be changed again, and if it was the case at the beginning, it would definitely not change anything now, although the young man was not very reluctant, but he still nodded and replied.

When the young man greeted the old man, he had already noticed that the ancient sword pattern ring on the old man's finger was missing, and he felt that there must be a reason for this.

Now the old man told him that he was going to look for a peer of his own age.

The young man can naturally roughly guess what happened, and the sword pattern ancient ring is his grandfather's belongings that he has saved for half his life.

Not to mention that his dragon master's soul is stored in it, there are countless rare treasures in it, just with that black gold ancient ring, it is a unique existence on this continent.

The ancient precept must have been given to that person, and his grandfather should have accepted that person as a disciple.

The boy naturally combined these clues in his mind, and came up with the answer he thought of in his heart.

"I really want to see what kind of existence my grandfather will be. ”

The young man calmed down his reluctance with the old man, and thought to himself in the bottom of his heart.

Subsequently, an old man and a young man then chatted about the changes in the world in the past ten years outside the pavilion.

The young man carefully selected the interesting stories that happened on the mainland in the past ten years and told them to the old man.

The old man also listened with relish, and sighed that it was a pity that he had not been on the mainland for the past ten years and could not participate in the interesting events in the meantime.

Evergreen State, Fenglan Empire, Via City......

When Zhang Ling was lying on the bed and squinting to sleep, the tip of his nose suddenly became sore, and he raised his head and sneezed.

"Young master, it seems that which girl misses you again. ”

Su Weiwei, who had fallen asleep on the bed opposite the screen, was awakened from her dream by Zhang Ling's sudden sneezing, and then sneered softly in a daze.

"Nonsense. ”

Zhang Ling rubbed the tip of his nose and lay down again, not paying much attention to Su Weiwei's dream babbling.

This girl really likes to talk in her dreams, and in the past few days, when Zhang Ling was resting, she heard it no less than five or six times, and after listening to it too much, Zhang Ling became accustomed to it.