Shen Qingwen closed the door. The old wife was still sleeping soundly in the house, he put on a thin coat alone, walked to the small pavilion of the house, there were two or three little finches chirping on the tree outside the pavilion, in the dim morning, everything was foggy, and when he got closer, he noticed that there was a bamboo doll on the table in the pavilion, which belonged to his little granddaughter, who wanted to play here yesterday evening, but forgot to take it back.

Shen Qingwen picked it up, bypassed the corridor, and walked towards the courtyard where his granddaughter lived. He has lived here for decades, there is no place he is not familiar with, there is a wooden armillary sphere behind the wall on the left, that is an imitation he made with his own hands, he planned to teach his son how to observe the sky, so that he can inherit his mantle in the future, but he did not expect that none of his two boys were interested in this, the eldest ran to the inspector to be the head of the spies, all day long, he couldn't go back home several times a year, and the second child was bent on running to the officialdom, ups and downs, but also angry, and the year before last he became a city lord.

Now it seems that the choice of the two is quite correct, at least they don't have to be trapped in this Lidu, which can be regarded as preserving the bloodline of his Shen family.

It's just that...... I'm sorry for my granddaughter. Shen Qingwen sighed lightly, fate is too much, the second child was afraid that he and his wife would be lonely, so he sent his granddaughter to Lidu and raised her by his side, but he didn't expect that this would harm the life of the little granddaughter, how happy he was at that time, and how painful he is now.

The granddaughter's courtyard was very close, Shen Qingwen carefully pushed the door in, in a small boudoir, a six or seven-year-old girl was curled up in the quilt, Shen Qingwen squatted down next to her bed, and put the doll next to her pillow.

The girl was still smiling in her sleep, maybe she had dreamed of something funny, the corners of her mouth hooked up a sweet arc, Shen Qingwen looked at it, and suddenly burst into tears.

The girl seemed to be aware of it, woke up from the dream, rubbed the corners of her eyes with her little hands, saw the person in front of her clearly, stretched out her hands to hug her grandfather's neck, and her voice was soft,

"Grandpa, why are you crying?" Shen Qingwen looked at her in a daze and said softly,

"It's dawn in a while, will grandpa take you out to play?"

"Okay, I'm going" - Jiang Lou got up early today. He sat on the edge of the bed for a long time, and only then did he put on his clothes and go out until the heat in the quilt had cleared up.

Monks who have entered the realm of building gods do not need to sleep, like those who practice in the mountains, they all wish that one minute of time could be broken into two points to use, how can anyone spend their time on sleeping?

But Jiang Lou has always lived like a mortal, eating three meals a day, sleeping for four hours a day, he is in the prime of life, if it is said to impact the Tianyuan Realm, there may not be that slightest opportunity, but he has no mind, for twenty years, he has lived casually.

He practiced just for that woman, she grew up with him, practiced together, she practiced swords, he practiced spears, and the two became gods together, and later she married him, and they made an agreement to step on Tianyuan together.

The vow is so beautiful because it carries the hope of two people, but when she dies, everything is shattered like a dream, and he continues to live in a daze, passing through the emptiness, entering the gods, he is the genius of the great dawn, but he still feels dazed and helpless at night.

Because, this dream of cultivation has always been hers, and he himself just hopes to accompany her all the time.

There was a huge martial arts arena in the palace, which was built when she was still alive, but all these years, no one but him could come here.

There was a gun, a sword, and nothing else in the arena. The gun was pale silver, far less good than the golden gun that the court rewarded him, but this silver gun had been with him for many years.

Jiang Lou approached, holding the handle of the gun, a familiar feeling crept into his heart, he pulled out the silver gun, played a gun flower, and said with a low smile,

"Old man, I'm coming to see you again. And he drew his sword, and wiped it with his sleeve.

"And you, don't you miss her? Don't worry, I'll take you to see her tonight. ”

"Presumably, she has been waiting for us for a long time. "Qin Sheng is hoeing. A cloth coat. Many people in the court secretly laughed at him, saying that he was a god, but he was dressed like the old farmers in the fields, which was simply an insult to the reputation of the monk.

Even Jiang Lou, who was good friends with him, would occasionally smile and say that he was dressed in mud legs. But he didn't really care.

Those people all grew up with a golden spoon, relatives of the emperor, merchants and nobles, and they have been clothed and fed since they were children, but he Qin Sheng is not.

He was born poor, fortunately taken care of by God, has a rare talent for cultivation, was valued by the officials of Dali, entered the fifth prison, became a small disciple, and then went out of control, Linghai, Shennian, Kongming, Zhushen, he went all the way, from a small farmer outside the barren mountain, to a person who carried the tripod of Dali.

If he wanted to, power was second only to the royal family and wealth, and he could suppress the seven families, but he didn't choose anything.

For decades, he has lived a hard life, wearing a cloth coat and planting a few zhang square land. For what?

Qin Sheng put down the hoe and sat in the field, remembering that when he was very young, his father was also farming like this, his mother had to cook, wash, and weave, and he and his sister were always running around in the field, stained with mud, and they might be scolded when they went home, or they might be in a good mood when they met their mothers, just flick their foreheads.

At the age of nine, he was admitted to the fifth prison. It was all etched in his memory. He sent a lot of money to his family, and his father wrote that the family moved to the city, bought a big house, opened a restaurant, and his sister married a good family, which is the best family in the city.

Maybe it's all happy. When his father and sister were getting old and passing away one by one, Qin Sheng finally felt more lonely than ever.

He cultivated a small field in his house, tended it every day, and worked hard to cultivate it. I just thought about what would have happened if he hadn't embarked on the path of cultivation that year, month, and day.

- Jiang Zhi sat by the lake. A fishing rod stretches far away. He had been sitting here for several days, and no one dared to disturb him, and he was happy to be quiet, and the golden carp in the lake had already been fished by him, caught them, and thrown them in, and the cycle was endless.

These golden carp are really stupid. It's far worse than the ones in Chengxin Lake when he was a child. At that time, he and his brother ran around the palace all day long, picking flowers and pulling weeds, climbing trees and fishing, they were the most chaotic little devils in the palace, and even their father and mother couldn't help them.

Life went by in style. But soon everything changed. The imperial brother was made the crown prince, and he had to learn the way of governing the country and the art of the imperial road, and there would be four or five different gentlemen to teach him in a day, and he would no longer have time to play.

So he was the only one left. But what's the fun of being alone? picking flowers is boring, climbing trees is boring, and even the most fun fishing is lost.

He gradually fell silent, stopped being naughty, and after another year, he began to practice with his master. In a flash, the years are hundreds of years.

Jiang Zhi shook the fishing rod, a golden carp was thrown up, Jiang Zhi reached out and grabbed it, stared at it for a long time, and then threw it in casually, muttering.

"It's stupid. "- In the palace, Emperor Dali sat on the dragon chair. He looked at the empty court, and then looked up at the plaque hanging over his head.

He ascended the throne for forty-one years. Under his rule, the country is rich and the people are safe, and they are strong. He expanded the territory of Dali by a quarter, he allowed Lin'an City to be included in Dali's sphere of influence for the first time, and he overwhelmed the Dahan Dynasty in the south.

Some people say that he is the greatest emperor of Dali for hundreds of years. But before he died, he lost all the li.

He closed his eyes, countless apparitions of the past floated before his eyes, and he suddenly asked,

"Chen Han, how long have you been with me?"

"Exactly sixty years. The old servant beside him whispered.

"It's been so long. He was a little surprised, it turned out that the years had come so far.

"The first time I met His Majesty was in the Mingde Palace, when the Emperor brought me to His Majesty, when His Majesty was still King Chen. ”

"Come to think of it, it was a cold day," he laughed,

"So I gave you the name Chen Han. ”

"Yes, it was really cold that day. The old servant laughed too. He was silent for a moment,

"Do you think my father will scold me?" the old servant shook his head,

"No, in your majesty's life, you are worthy of the dynasty, the ancestors, and the world. He was stunned, and then laughed, full of pride,

"Is my suit of armor still there, and can you still swing your sword?"

"Yes!"

"Good!" he snapped to his feet and shouted.

"Take the armor!" The website of the five people in the Lidu in Chapter 174 of the latest chapter of the little master of the Sword Gate: