Old Hall Master Wen's face turned pale in an instant, and a pair of demonic green eyes full of evil were as silent as dead ashes, and so was the demonic man.

"Shhhh......h

They looked at the armor with a faint thunderous light in shock, awe, and timidity, but they saw 'Shen Luoyang' make a silent gesture, and then looked at the two of them with a contemptuous and mocking smile, telling them to shut up and silence.

In the face of the deterrence of "Shen Luoyang", the old hall master Wen was uneasy in his heart, bowed to Shen Luoyang, and said, "Senior, your mantle has really found a good inheritor!"

Then he didn't dare to stay and left in a hurry.

He knew that this Shen Luoyang had a surprising talent in the sword path, and he was not much weaker than the one among the three young people of the Liu Clan. But when he saw the black iron armor of "Shen Luoyang", his watch was even more lightning and flashing like a swimming dragon, and he still couldn't help but smile bitterly, and retreated.

"Shen Luoyang" ignored him and looked at his own Kaijia: "It's still like this, and it's extremely elastic." The only thing that makes the old man feel a little dissatisfied is that there are a lot of defects in the waist position of this treasure armor, I don't know if it affects the play of power?"

He raised his head violently, his eyes glowed with dark light, and he raised his eyebrows lightly to look at Old Hall Master Wen, and asked, "You want to try?"

"No, no!" Old Hall Master Wen was stunned for a moment, then smiled bitterly, and hurriedly waved his hand to refuse.

"Still not leaving?" Shen Luoyang looked at him with fierce eyes, his face was serious, and the whole person was surrounded by the sword formed by thunder and lightning, his expression was radiant, like a sacred and inviolable holy spirit.

From Shen Luoyang's eyes, he felt a light breath, but he was stunned, in fact, he couldn't see anything at all, just a feeling.

The aura here is full of aura, and there is even more lingering thunder and lightning around Shen Luoyang's whole body, which looks hazy and mysterious. Fortunately, this place is located in the middle of nowhere, and few people will come over, otherwise they will definitely be regarded as Grandpa Lei by the people.

The old hall master waved his hand and led his subordinates away, unwilling to stay here, he knew that the person in front of him was powerful, once upon a time, when he was a teenager, this person was already famous.

The speed retreated......

Everyone was relieved, and then looked at the ordinary "Shen Luoyang", which was an absolutely hot existence.

Liu Chen ran to Su Wan'er's side like crazy, unlocked the acupoint for her, and panicked to see if she was hurt: "Little flower cat, are you okay?"

Liu Chen hugged him tightly in his arms, eager to comfort her desperately, the two hugged each other tightly, and suddenly burst into tears, Su Wan'er smiled, and whispered in his ear: "Childe, I'm fine, don't worry!"

"Shen Luoyang" quietly came behind Su Wan'er, and when everyone was unprepared, he casually hooked his gesture and a stream of air poured into her body, and then his eyes gradually dimmed, looking at the two quietly, the corners of his mouth flew slightly with a warm smile.

Then "Shen Luoyang" suddenly lay on the ground and fell into a deep coma, and the startled people hurriedly stepped forward to investigate his injuries.

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A remote dirt path in the mountains, snowflakes are flying, and the cold wind is blowing.

An old man staggered alone on the path, his face haggard, as if he had been eroded by time, his eyes dim, his crumbling body, barely holding on to a bamboo pole that had been bent to the point of deformation. But even so, he still carried the mutilated, tattered, cracked, rusty stump of the knife, without a scabbard.

The sky was gray, the air was unusually cold, the grass on the side of the road bowed its head, and the branches of the trees were crooked.

He looked up, saw that the sky was already cloudy, stretched out his hand, which was so yellow that only human skin remained, that he took a white snowflake. Unexpectedly, the snow had quietly fallen, he shook his head and laughed self-deprecatingly, leaving only a line of shallow footprints in this flying snowflake world, leaving a lonely back silently walking into the distance.

An inexplicable sadness arose, and he seemed to be depressed by the world's abandonment.

He walked for a while, feeling a little cold, a little cold, and a little helpless in his heart, and stopped, looked up and looked at the beautiful scenery all over the mountains with his cloudy eyes, and his heart was sad. When I looked down at my feet, I saw a steep cliff, and under the cliff was a turbulent river.

Suddenly, he stepped out without hesitation, and everything in front of him instantly became dim and blurred. The next moment, he appeared alone on the surface of the turbulent river, treading water, trembling Ling Bo walking, as if walking alone in the night, his body trembled a little.

When he came to a small boat, he walked in quietly and quietly......

Inside the boat, an old fisherman was making a pot of hot tea, and an old woman was lying quietly on the bed.

The old fisherman raised his eyes to see the old man who suddenly appeared in the corner, and then his body shrunk and curled up in the corner. But the old man didn't look at him, but the whole person was shaking with one heart, trembling, his eyes were cloudy and confused, and he confided something inarticulate in a depressed tone: "I can't see the road ahead, where should the common people go?" I feel confused like never before, my chest is a little stuffy, I looked around, everything in this world seems cold, I feel that the whole world is going to give up on me, but I feel that the whole world has not only abandoned me, is it the common people?"

There was a sound of footsteps, and he looked up in a hesitation, and his eyes were red in an instant, and tears had already dropped......

One of them looked at him in a daze, didn't speak, and smiled bitterly and stepped forward to take off the remnant knife he was carrying, and patted him on the shoulder.

He looked up at the old fisherman, and some hunchbacked old men looked at them with cloudy eyes, but there was no complaint in their eyes, solemn self-esteem, and full of regret, all despair.

"Long time no see!" the old man greeted the old fisherman.

The old fisherman brought a wine jug, sat down opposite him, and said suspiciously: "It's been a long time, I want to ask, do you have any plans to return now?"

The rickety old man drank tea and explained to the old fisherman: "After a period of stability, I have also reached the point where I have run out of oil and dried up, and I have come back just to see you and her." ”

The old fisherman said solemnly: "There is a problem in the border wasteland, can't you go?"

The rickety old man shook his head with a wry smile, and actually combed his fluffy and messy withered hair, moved gently, and carefully arranged the white beard on his chin.

The old fisherman sat quietly on the side, waiting.

The rickety old man closed his eyes and recuperated, shook his head and sighed helplessly, and said: "One generation has passed away and the next generation has taken over, I have run out of oil, and what I can do for the common people in this world in the end is to look at it and not let the chain fall at a critical moment!"

"The seniors have worked hard all their lives, and the younger generations will kowtow to you for all living beings in the world!" the old fisherman got up and wanted to bow.

The rickety old man shook his head and smiled bitterly, stretched out his hand and held him up invisibly with a gentle force, and he looked at the rickety old man in astonishment.

The old man said: "I should have been in the world, but she ......"

The old fisherman lowered his head, bitter in his heart, and a taste of farewell in his heart.

"That's it!" the rickety old man waved his hand lightly, took off the residual knife behind his back, handed it to the old fisherman, and said solemnly: "This is the only thing I can keep, and I will entrust it to you before I completely dissipate." Then he took a small bottle from his bosom and looked at the old woman who was unconscious, "I forcibly snatched it from there, and now I have condensed it, maybe I can let her live!"

"Thank you seniors!" the old fisherman was grateful.

The rickety old man shook his head, drank a pot of old wine in his hand, got up and staggered away, and his crumbling body was crumbling with his hands, but he did not fall.

"Laughing at the world's rivers and lakes, breaking my eyes, the world has loved and hated, cried and cried, there are joys and sorrows, Pingshui meets in the end, each goes to the west and the east is just a passerby, if you talk about the present day, there is wine to get drunk. There is only a knife wind that cuts through the fingertips and pierces the heart. He left, and disappeared completely as soon as he stepped out of the boat, as if he had never existed, turning into an ethereal dream bubble, leaving only the "all living beings in the world are the only ones in the world, and the three thousand avenues are the only ones I am at the top; ”

"I am the world's sword honorable, I suppressed the heavenly demons with one sword, killed all the demons with one sword, slashed endless enemies with one sword, and was invincible through the world's sword realm. Once in front of me, the enemy either fled or was crushed to pieces! But now, when I am old and decayed, who would dare to step past my stump? If so, I will be slashed with a sword!"

"Hahaha........."

What a bold ambition this is?!

The distant mountains and mountains are confused, looking forward to it, there are countless moths flying and shaking among the thousands of mountains and ravines, the heaven and the earth suddenly become gray and white, and the first snow between the heaven and the earth is still quietly covering the sky.

The frost wind howled and blew across the edge of memory, leaving only the fragrance in the air that gradually dissipated and could never be recovered.

The blood-colored remnant sun on the horizon reflected and did not want to take away the few remaining traces of its afterglow, and there were a few calls of returning geese on the other side of the mountain, and the vast sky seemed to be only their passing figures, and what could they leave behind on this land?

The autumn wind ruffled the old fisherman's messy hair.

After a long time of coming back to his senses, the old fisherman looked in the direction where he disappeared, as if he saw the lonely figure, and he really clenched the remnant knife in his hand, his heart was sad, and he couldn't help but sigh: "He is like a sad remnant of the sky, lonely!

But there is inexhaustible tenderness in his loneliness, but he is an arrogant person, arrogant to the point of pitiful, and even more a person who does not know how to love, who does not know how to be small. But the arrogance of the ability is a priceless treasure, and the treasures of the world are not qualified to stand together, but at the foot of Erer. The old woman got up at some point, and looked silently into the distance, her eyes deep and dazed.

"He's lonely, but so what? I still remember when he said that only by experiencing true loneliness can he have the primary qualifications to become a truly strong person. When you stand above loneliness, you are the Lord of Heaven and Earth, the aspiration of all living beings. The world of the strong was born. The old fisherman took her hand and stood side by side with her.

"Yes, she is my father and your mentor, but she is also the most arrogant person in the world, and the loneliest person in the eons!" the old woman smiled and leaned on the old fisherman's shoulder, and the two snuggled together.

"Something went wrong with the border wasteland. At this moment, after the old fisherman's silence, he made a difficult choice and spoke bitterly.

The old woman was stunned, looked up at him tenderly, then lowered her head and clasped his hand, and was silent for a moment.

"Can you make me selfish for once?"

"Yes, this time I will accompany you to wander the world and see the great rivers in this world!" The old fisherman's body trembled, and he smiled and nodded.

At this twilight, the two watched the sunset at the end of the long river and snuggled up to each other.