A sharp sword light slammed into the sky, like a pair of scissors cutting through tissue paper, cutting through the sea of clouds. Even the wind and snow, under this collision, there was a vacancy in the time of a stick of incense, and it was not until the sea of clouds reunited that the wind and snow continued to drift.

It's just that when the sword light travels to a landscape, it is grabbed by a huge force and pulled down the clouds.

The drunkard landed and steadied himself, and quickly glanced around, only to find a man sitting under a tree not far away.

The corners of the drunkard's mouth twitched, and he had to reluctantly walk under the tree.

The man under the tree didn't even raise his eyelids, and fiddled with the weed in his hand, "What's the matter, didn't you let you stay in Yunshui City to teach Xiaobai Magic?" Why did you run out, and you are still in such a hurry? ”

This person is the old beggar who left Yunshui City and went to Dongyang City to mourn.

The drunkard casually threw out a pot of Yuzhu wine brought out from the Jiujiu Pavilion, took out another pot himself, and sat next to the drunkard.

The old beggar took the flask, lifted the lid and sniffed it, "Good wine!" ”

Then the old beggar put away the flask and went on to play with the weeds in his hand.

Instead of pouring the wine from the cup, the drunkard blew directly into the spout.

After taking a sip of wine, the drunkard slowly spoke: "If you leave Yunshui City to mourn, can't I leave to visit others?" ”

The old beggar was stunned for a moment, "Who?" Xiao Yan? You're going now? It's a bit too early, right? ”

The drunkard shook his head, "Xiao Yan, when I realize the last two swords, I'll go up the mountain to pick her up." ”

The old beggar glanced at him, "At your current level?" ”

"I can now kill a mountain of ancestors and retreat with my whole body. The last two swords are just in case, so as not to cause Xiao Yan to suffer more unjustified disasters. ”

The old beggar raised his eyebrows, a little surprised, "Your swordsmanship is so powerful?" Can you cross the two borders? ”

The old beggar suddenly thought of something and corrected: "No, you should have broken through the realm again at that time, and there is only one realm left." It's just that there are so many of them, and when they have the last two swords, are they sure? ”

The drunkard nodded, his face full of determination, "I have to pay some price, but for Xiao Yan, it's worth it." ”

The old beggar pursed his lips, the sour smell of love really doesn't smell good!

The old beggar came back to his senses, "Since you're not going to pick up Xiao Yan, then what are you going to do?" It can't be to meet that arrogant little girl, right? ”

The drunkard squinted at the old beggar, "I won't do anything I'm not sure of, I can't beat her now." ”

The old beggar laughed and said, "That's you, you can say this kind of thing so confidently." None of these are these, so what else can you be in such a hurry? ”

The drunkard looked up and took another sip of wine, looking into the distance, "I'm going back to the clan." ”

The old beggar looked strange, "Just woke up? ”

The drunkard shook his head, "I'm serious, not laughing." ”

The old beggar chuckled and said, "I suffered so many grievances in the clan back then, and I was so stiff, and now I am so idle that I want to go back and eat cold nails?" ”

The drunkard's face was gloomy, "The tengu bites the stars but not the moon, and the dark clouds cover the old man's eyes." The old star is taboo, a catastrophe is coming, and his life is short. This is a proverb said by Daoist Qiu. ”

The old beggar's heart moved, but he still comforted: "Qiu boy's son is a fool, a guy who can't spit out ivory in a dog's mouth, and what he says doesn't go through his brain, so don't care too much." ”

There was sadness in the drunkard's eyes, "Daochang Qiu is calculated by hexagrams, not nonsense." ”

The old beggar finally became serious.

Although Qiu Zizai looks like he doesn't care about it on weekdays, in terms of real skills, this guy still has two brushes. Especially when it comes to the arithmetic, Qiu Zizai can also be regarded as having mastered the three of them.

After all, the people who came out of that mountain, which means can be low?

The old beggar sighed, "Is it the old man?" ”

The drunkard nodded, "Eight or nine is not far from ten, it should be." ”

"Then I won't stop you, let's go. Need me give you a ride? ”

"I can't ask for it."

The old beggar nodded, and then got up.

The drunkard took out a few frogs woven from weeds and handed them to the old beggar, "This is made by Xiaobai, and I will bring it to you." ”

The old beggar took the weedy frog and kept looking at it, and finally couldn't help laughing, "It's so well done, it's lifelike, it's vivid." ”

The old beggar finally returned the weed frog to the drunkard, "Let Xiaobai keep it, I don't need this now." ”

The drunkard looked complicated, but still didn't say anything.

"Let's go, don't leave any regrets." The old beggar smiled casually, his face was full of indifference, "There must be a road before the car reaches the mountain, and the boat will naturally go straight to the bridge, I have lived for so long, can I still have some means to save my life?" Don't worry, it's okay. ”

The drunkard nodded.

The old beggar stretched his back, and his whole body trembled like chaff, as if he wanted to shake off the dirt in his body.

The old beggar glanced at the drunkard, "Ready?" ”

The drunkard nodded.

"Walk you!"

The old beggar put his hand behind the drunkard, and then pushed it forward, and the latter's figure suddenly flew out like a meteor, and disappeared from sight in an instant.

The old beggar covered his eyebrows with his hands, looked in the direction of the drunkard's departure, and chuckled, "It's better to be young, confident, and energetic!" ”

Looking at the weed in his hand that had been tossing for a long time and was about to rot, the old beggar couldn't help but smile bitterly: "It has to be a little white, and you really can't do this without talent." ”

The old beggar threw away the weeds and put his hands behind him, looking at the sky in the distance.

The moment the weed hit the ground, the old beggar suddenly disappeared in place, and the weed also turned into powder.

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On the shore of a lake, an old man sits cross-legged, squinting and fishing.

Even though the snow is now heavy and the whole world is filled with white, the old man still does not move.

Lao Suo is clothed, the green mountains are white, and he seems to hear the slow sound of birds, but there is no one to rest everything.

A little starlight flashed in the distance, and a figure instantly came to the old man's side, his face full of exhaustion and gloom.

The drunkard took out a big piece and gently draped it on the old man, his eyes were even more sad, "Grandpa, it's cold, go back." ”

The old man was unmoved, but said slowly: "Do you still know to come back?" I haven't come to see my grandfather for so many years, what day is today, why did Lin Dajian Immortal suddenly come back? ”

The tone was full of complaints.

The drunkard looked at the old man who was in good spirits on the outside, but his eyes were already like a candle in the wind, and the only little bit of energy left was about to stop, and he couldn't help but feel a pain in his heart, "It's me who is wrong." ”

The old man shook his head, "What happened back then was grandpa's fault, and grandpa was indecisive and failed to keep you and Xiaoyan." It's the family's fault, it's the grandfather's fault, and the grandfather should make amends to you. ”

The drunkard's face was full of bitterness, and he shook his head and said, "I have never blamed grandpa, the fault of what happened back then was those who did not know what was wrong. ”

"Grandpa was also confused back then." The old man laughed loudly.

The drunkard wiped his face and quickly changed the subject, "Grandpa, you're going to be a grandfather!" ”

The old man was slightly stunned, and then smiled: "Xiao Yan has it?" ”

"It may have been there back then, and it should be not small now." At the mention of this, the drunkard's face was both happy and sad, "I also hope that grandpa can help come up with a name." ”

"Are you sure?"

The drunkard nodded hurriedly and said, "It was Daochang Qiu who said it personally, nine times out of ten!" Besides, grandpa, it's a matter of time before you help you come up with a name, so it's better to start while it's hot. ”

The old man smiled slightly: "Name, you are a father yourself." As for the words, grandpa has already got up a long time ago, and there are several, just waiting for you to choose for yourself. ”

As he spoke, the old man took out a slightly yellowed note and hurriedly stuffed it into the drunkard's hand, for fear that the wind would blow it away.

The drunkard pinched the yellowed note in his hand that still had the body temperature of the old man, and his nose was sore.

When I was about to say something more, a group of people had come behind the two of them at some point, with different expressions.

The drunkard stood up sharply and glared at the group, his eyes soon bloodshot and his eyes split.

The aura on his body also became extremely murderous.

When he fought against the thin old man on the Yellow Oriole Road in Yunshui City, he was far less awe-inspiring than the killing intent at this time.

This is a real murderous intent.

The old man faced the icy lake, turned his back to everyone, and remained motionless, ignoring everyone behind him.

Because he knew what happened back then, it was time to make a decision.

But the good thing is that his favorite grandson is back, and he has become so promising, and he is going to be a grandfather.

Pretty good.

That's fine.

It doesn't get any better than that.

[One hundred chapters, thank you for your company! ] 】