In the blink of an eye, another thirty years have passed.

Lin Feng rose step by step, and became the prime minister of Zhao State, Lin Cheng was honest and honest, and was loved by the people of the entire Zhao State.

The name has spread throughout the country of Zhao.

Prime Minister's house.

"Prime Minister, Your Majesty is tyrannical, and the people are fishy, and now they can't live clearly, but instead!"

"Prime Minister, everyone in the world, everyone supports you!"

"My lord, on the contrary, we all support you!"

......

Dozens of officials stood in front of Lin Feng.

Although Lin Feng looked only middle-aged now, with a heroic aura between his eyebrows, he frowned slightly and did not speak.

"Husband, this is what you should do!"

Xiao Qian is old and looks like she is in her forties, but between her eyebrows, she still sees her beauty.

"Oppose!"

Lin Feng spoke.

......

So far, Lin Feng, the prime minister of Zhao State, rebelled, and it took less than a year for him to replace the lord of Zhao State and become the new emperor.

For a time, the entire Zhao country was peaceful and peaceful!

The man's teahouse in white has been open for 30 years as soon as it opened.

On this day, at sunset, Qing Shui came to the teahouse, looked at the man in white, and said: "Engong, Qing Shui has lived up to your expectations, and now he is the valley master of the Valley of Ten Thousand Ghosts!"

The man in white glanced at Qing Shui, and said lightly: "It's not enough to only have half a step of Earth Yin cultivation, step into the fourth step, and come to me again!"

The words fell, and the man in white closed the teahouse and walked into the distance.

Unconsciously, the sturdy figure back then was a little rickety.

"Engong, aren't you going to open a teahouse, where am I going to find you in the future!"

Qing Shui's eyes were full of anxiety.

"If you have fate, you will see each other!"

The man in white whispered lightly and continued to walk along the street.

Everyone can see that an old man in the twilight of his twilight has a long back under the setting sun.

"Eun Gong, I will never let you down, one day, I can ......"

The persistent color in Qing Shui's eyes reached the extreme, and he returned to the Valley of Ten Thousand Ghosts again.

The man in white was walking down the street, he passed by a blacksmith shop, looked at the many weapons in it, and stopped.

"Father, when Feng'er can cultivate, can you give Feng'er a weapon?"

"Okay, my father will give you one!"

"Father, the child's hope is created by the father for the child!"

"Good, good ......"

......

The voice of memory sounded in the mind of the man in white, and the corner of the man in white couldn't help but hang a smile on the corner of his mouth: "It's time to create a weapon for Feng'er......"

At this point, the man in white opened a blacksmith shop and became a blacksmith.

In the blink of an eye, another forty years have passed.

It has been forty years since Lin Feng became the emperor.

In this era, a warrior is a warrior, and many ordinary people, just mortals, have no cultivation qualifications at all, and their lifespan is no more than a hundred years.

Lin Feng has always hidden his identity as a martial arts cultivator, but the years are ruthless, he can live for a long time, but others, not.

On this day, he stood in front of the hospital bed, and in front of him was an old woman with a wrinkled face, and it was still clear from between her eyebrows that she was a beautiful woman when she was young.

"Xiaoqian, don't leave me!"

Tears flowed in Lin Feng's eyes.

"Husband, I, I know that you are not a mortal, thank you for accompanying me as a little woman for so many years, I have wronged you, now I am leaving, you go to find your master!"

Xiao Qian spoke, with a look of reluctance in her eyes.

"Akane ......"

"The master you often talk about in your dreams, he is the closest person to you, go to him, don't let your life leave regrets......"

Xiao Qian's words fell, and she died of anger.

Lin Feng was grief-stricken.

For some reason, his wife, as well as his children, were not qualified to practice and left him one after another.

Originally, because Lin Feng had relatives, he felt so lonely again.

He didn't want to find a wife anymore, he didn't want to suffer that parting pain anymore.

In his heart, there is only Shizun.

Lin Feng gave up the throne to a sage, and he searched everywhere for the man in white, but he couldn't find it, and finally sat in front of the private school when he was separated from the man in white every day.

Since then, everyone knows that there is a crazy old man in front of the royal private school.

In the middle of the streets, in the blacksmith's shop.

"Done!"

Although the man in white looked older, his eyes were shining.

A spear tip appeared in front of him.

"Over the years, I haven't found any materials for refining heaven-level weapons, and the only material I have found is this piece of black magic iron, which can only create a spear tip, and this thing should only be driven by demon cultivators, could it be that this is the arrangement of fate?"

The man in white couldn't help but speak: "This is just an illusory world, I created this spear tip, but I can't bring it out......"

In the end, the man in white couldn't help but smile bitterly, this can be regarded as a knot in his heart!

"This blacksmith shop is about to come to an end!"

The man in white couldn't help but mutter.

At this moment, a sinister aura came in an instant.

Qing Shui looked at the man in white, his eyes were full of excitement and he said, "Engong, I have finally reached the Earth Yin Realm!"

"You have capital now, but it's not enough, keep cultivating!"

The man in white spoke.

"I ......"

Qing Shui's eyes were full of anticipation, and she hoped that the man in white could let her do something.

"Throw this thing away!"

The man in white said, handing the tip of the gun to Qing Shui.

"Engong, this thing should be a heaven-level weapon......"

"Since my son can't get it, it has no meaning, and the knot in my heart is untied, so I will give this thing to someone who is destined!"

The man in white spoke, and then left.

"Eungong, when will we meet again!"

"If you have fate, you will see each other!"

The man in white spoke, and then left.

"Engong, one day, I will be worthy of you, definitely!"

Qing Shui's eyes finally revealed the long-hidden admiration, and he spoke to himself.

Immediately, she returned to the Valley of Ten Thousand Ghosts, and she knew in her heart that if it wasn't for her cultivation to reach a higher height, she would still not be worthy of him.

"I have been in the WTO for ninety years, and my cultivation has also reached a bottleneck, only a little, only a little bit short of reaching the Tianyang Realm, and I can deduce to the Heavenly Machine Mirror as the next step for Feng'er to change her life against the sky......"

The man in white spoke, his eyes thoughtful, he closed his eyes, remembering what he and his son had been through.

"If there is really a healer, he can treat my son, but my son may not be like this, this last stretch of the road, I will be a healer!"

......

Subsequently, there was an additional medical hall in Zhao Kingdom, and the old gentleman of the medical hall rejuvenated.

In the blink of an eye, another decade has passed.

It has been a hundred years since he left the Valley of Ten Thousand Ghosts!