The farce in the Jishi Mansion ended with Ning Zhumang's move to beat Long Congyun to a serious injury.

No one knows why this Great Sage of Medicine Dao on the Hanging River Peak has such a strong strength, but under the suppression of his absolute strength, Linglong Pavilion should not be able to do the same thing as before in a short period of time.

He succeeded in retaining his position as the head of the sect, but such a method was really not wise in Xu Han's opinion.

Ning Zhumang may be really strong, but even the Earth Immortal does not dare to say that he can suppress the entire Linglong Pavilion by himself, and even if he does such a rule, it is a betrayal of the people's hearts, and it is only a matter of time before it falls apart.

Xu Han and Ning Zhumang's few few contacts seemed to show that the seemingly uninhibited appearance of this master in charge of the sect had a wise heart, and it was obvious that he had no other way to do such a thing. And this exquisiteness may not be as monolithic as it seems to outsiders.

Where there are people, there is this open and secret fight, and I am afraid that the same is true for Linglong Pavilion.

But in the end, Xu Han couldn't interfere in these things, he just wanted to do something to help Ning Zhumang, but what he could do with his ability was too little.

Day 2.

Xu Han came to Zhong's Mansion as usual, and expressed his various perceptions and doubts about the "Destroying Yue Sword Technique" yesterday with Zhong Chang.

Zhong Chang hated everything, and naturally knew everything, and said everything.

Xu Han benefited a lot from the end of the morning's practice, and planned to leave here, but Zhong Changhe left it very abnormally and let him have lunch before leaving. After Xu Han hesitated slightly, he responded.

"You went to Jishi Mansion yesterday?" The place of dining was chosen in the main house of Zhong Mansion, and the attendants around him were all dismissed by Zhong Chang, and when it was only him and Xu Han, the old man suddenly asked.

He suddenly left Xu Han behind today, and Xu Han probably guessed that he would probably ask about it, so after Zhong Changhe asked this question, Xu Han was not surprised at all.

"Go. Xu Han nodded and replied. "Seniors have heard about it too?"

"Hmm. Zhong Chang hated his head, "Ziyu's kid told me yesterday. ”

"Is it right or wrong for the seniors to think that this move is in charge?" Xu Han asked again. Looking at the Linglong Pavilion, except for the Si Blank who was still in retreat, it was the Zhong Chang in front of him who had the highest status, and his standing in line might directly affect how long Ning Zhumang, the head of the sect, could sit. And Ning Zhumang's current situation is largely because he helped Xu Han refine the Great Wilderness Pill before, so in Xu Han's heart, he inevitably secretly thought about this matter for Ning Zhumang.

"Zhumang and Congyun are both for Linglong Pavilion in the final analysis, and in my opinion, there is nothing wrong with it. Zhong Chang hated to look at his nose and nose, and said quietly.

"It's just that some people see farther, and some people are obsessed with what is in front of them. ”

"In my opinion, there is no right or wrong between the two, but there is a difference between the two. ”

Xu Han didn't expect this remark, he thought about it for a long time, and bowed to Zhong Changhe with a straight expression, and said sincerely.

"Thank you for the teachings of your predecessors. ”

......

Xuzhou border, Dayi Town.

The palace of King Bian Cheng of Senluo Hall is located under this desolate town.

The people of the town are unaware of this, and just follow the livelihood of their ancestors day after day in this town.

A few days ago, a man came from outside the town.

Very strange man.

Dressed in a black robe, carrying a long sword, with a straight waist and a resolute face.

He was supposed to be a swordsman.

It doesn't matter about the sword behind his back, he just stands there, and ordinary people can't help but have such thoughts when they look at it.

He seemed to have been born to be a swordsman.

The man stood outside the town for four or five days, as if waiting for something, and although the town was not rich, the people were simple, and some well-wishers saw that he could not bear it, and brought him food and water. But the men all declined one by one.

He just stood there, motionless, like a sculpture.

Although he was eccentric, he didn't seem to have done anything to threaten the town, so the townspeople gradually got used to his presence. It's just inevitable to talk about it after dinner.

Another day passed, it was getting late, the town was remote, there were no wine shops, theaters, and the residents of the town went to bed early, and only the man outside the town was left at the entrance of the village like a sculpture.

At this moment, the man suddenly seemed to sense something, and his head moved and turned his head to look somewhere.

A night crow suddenly flew from the dense forest in the distance and landed where the man's eyes were.

Then the night crow's body changed, and turned into a petite figure.

"You're here. The man's sculptural face melted suddenly, and a smile appeared on the man's face.

He didn't seem to have laughed in a long time, so the smile was ugly, but it wasn't far-fetched, and the smile should have come from the bottom of his heart.

The petite figure looked the man in front of her up and down with her purple eyes. Then she opened her mouth and said.

"Sixty years later, I never thought you'd come to see me. ”

The voice like a nightingale rippled through the forest, soft as jade. But the resentment wrapped in it is enough for anyone to hear it really.

"Really?" the man was still laughing, and he didn't seem to hear the resentment in his tone, and he pulled it out of his bosom, a little clumsy enough to hand out a small box.

"This is?" the girl was stunned, she took the box, opened it, and inside was a neatly arranged osmanthus cake, and when she opened the box, a refreshing aroma overflowed from it.

"The osmanthus cake of Heaven Dou City, it's rare that you still remember it. She looked at the object in her hand and muttered to herself.

The osmanthus cake in Heaven Dou City was her favorite thing to eat.

But sixty years is really too long, long enough to turn too many preferences into the past, such as the osmanthus cake in front of her, if she got such a gift at that time, she should jump with excitement. And now she was tired of the taste.

"Taste it. The smile on the man's face was even worse, and he was like a young man who was just beginning to fall in love, urging his beloved girl to taste the gift he had carefully prepared.

Sixty years is indeed too long.

But there are some things that cannot be changed by time.

For example, now, even the former handsome young man has changed into a middle-aged man with a sloppy beard and a weathered face, and she has changed from an ignorant girl to a famous ten-hall Yama ghost Bodhi.

But as long as he brought the osmanthus cake to her, she was still willing to squat down, try to pretend to be a lady, and eat this unpalatable food slowly.

That's what she wants.

"Is it delicious?" the man asked her.

"Hmm. She nodded heavily, her cheeks flushed as they had been sixty years ago.

With that, there was silence between the two.

I haven't seen each other for 60 years, and I want to say a lot of things, but when it's over, I don't know how to say it.

Sixty years were too much for both of them.

So she ate the osmanthus cake quietly, and he watched quietly.

Time is silent, and the years are good.

She deliberately ate it very slowly, because she didn't know if she would have to wait another sixty years for the next time when she finished eating this osmanthus cake, and they would have a few more sixty years...

But no matter how large the osmanthus cake is, there is a moment when it is eaten.

"I'm going to die. The man's voice rang out then.

The woman suddenly stood up and stared at the man, and with her eyes she quickly saw something strange about the man.

"Who did that!" she asked, her voice cold and murderous.

"It doesn't matter. The man shook his head. "I don't have much time, I still have to find the next guardian for the Sword Tomb, if everything goes well, I will come to see you again, if... This counts as a farewell. The man said, turned and was about to leave.

As a swordsman, you should be like this, chic when you come, and free and easy when you go.

The man heard this somewhere, it seemed to be the little junior brother who had died in Dayuan Mountain, he smiled slightly, and felt that these words were used very appropriately at this time.

"Did you come to me to inform me of your death?" asked the woman, gritting her teeth and looking at the man.

"I owe you a lot in this life, I don't know how to repay it, seeing it before I die, it's the only thing I can do..."The man's distant body paused, and then said, and once again took a step under his feet.

The woman was composed, her purple eyes staring at the man's back as she drifted away.

She stomped her foot hard and cursed "bastard" in her mouth, but she took a step forward and chased after the man.

It dawned on her at that point.

Nothing has changed in the past sixty years.

She's still the same girl she was back then.

As long as he says a word, she can leave everything for him, whether it is a mountain of swords and a sea of fire, or a bloody storm.

Even if she is broken, she is willing to eat.