Xu Huaigu stayed on Crested Mountain for a long time. said that he lived for a long time, but in fact, he didn't often go to the cottage, and most of the time he hid in that place with strong aura and seized time to practice.

Wang Daya did find someone to go to Hulu Mountain to verify later, and found that Fan Jiang had indeed never appeared since that day, and the head of Hulu Mountain was replaced by a more calm second master, so he was relieved.

But his jealousy of Xu Huaigu is also getting heavier and heavier. You must know that the person who can kill Fan Jiang must also have the ability to kill everyone in his village, so he has always been obsessed with Xu Huaigu's stay.

He guessed that the only thing that could keep this little monk in the entire Fengtou Mountain was Feng'er's beauty, but Xu Huaigu didn't drink Feng'er very close during this time, but seemed to be a little deliberately alienated from Feng'er, which made him even more unclear about Xu Huaigu's purpose of staying.

The other people on Crested Mountain didn't know much about Xu Huaigu, but the two sharp swords that had hung on him for a long time were enough to make them fearful, so Xu Huaigu didn't have any friends on the mountain.

Only the honest man Lao Chen, who is over half a hundred years old, is particularly good to Xu Huaigu. This is also because Lao Chen likes Feng'er very much, and Xu Huaigu is the benefactor who saved Feng'er in his eyes, so he is especially grateful to Xu Huaigu.

And Lao Chen secretly wanted to match Xu Huaigu and Feng'er. First, the two children are of the same age, male and female, and they are very compatible. The second is that Xu Huaigu is a promising immortal cultivator in his eyes, and Feng'er is right to follow him.

However, Lao Chen's mind was destined to be fruitless. Don't say that Feng'er can't agree, even if Feng'er agrees, Xu Huaigu will never dare to make such a mistake to his predecessors.

As a result, most of Xu Huaigu's time on the mountain was spent in pure heart penance.

Feng'er didn't bother to care about him, as long as Xu Huaigu didn't tell the secret between them, she didn't care what Xu Huaigu, an insignificant little monk, was doing on the mountain.

Even if it was that piece of spiritual energy treasure that Xu Huaigu regarded as a treasure, it was not worth mentioning in her eyes, so she let Xu Huaigu cultivate in it.

Feng'er didn't come to see Xu Huaigu to cultivate.

After all, a first-realm cultivator, no matter how talented she is, is not enough for her to see.

The cold comes and the summer comes, and the autumn harvest is hidden in winter.

In such a calm and stable day, four years passed quietly.

……

In the woodland deep in the canyon, a beautiful waterfall still cascaded down into the blue lake.

At the beginning of spring, the mountains and rivers are still very cold, but there is already a man at the bottom of the waterfall, and his long black hair is soaked with water and scattered on his back.

He was dressed in a black power suit with a black belt around his waist to tie his shirt tight. His whole body was drenched in the water of the waterfall at this time, and it clung to his body, reflecting an extremely well-proportioned silhouette.

It was Xu Huaigu four years later.

Xu Huaigu's appearance at this time is very different from four years ago. Four years ago, he was still a child, and after four years, he has grown up more beautifully.

He was very tall, no different from the average adult. It was probably because he came into contact with cultivation earlier, and his face was also extremely delicate.

Two lying silkworm eyebrows are crossed in front of the forehead, and a pair of bright willow eyes are shining, as beautiful as stars. The bridge of the nose is high, the facial features are straight, and the chin is pointy, and I don't know how many girls I want to charm with a slight smile.

But he didn't have the heart to charm the girl at this time.

Xu Huaigu held the "Cangshui" in his hand, and gently gestured on the palm of his hand for a long time before he sighed and said to himself: "This sword is a little too short for me now after all, and it is not easy to use, it seems that I will have to practice the long sword in the future." ”

Having said that, he still did not put down the short sword, but dodged and rushed into the waterfall, against the strong current, wielding the short sword to break through the waterfall to hone his swordsmanship.

Time passed, and before you knew it, it was noon. Xu Huaigu stopped, walked to the lake, lowered his head and took a handful of water, and then put it in his mouth and swallowed it.

Due to the abundance of aura, the mountains and rivers here are particularly beautiful.

The green hills are particularly green, and the water of the lake is sweet. The lake water is mixed with a hint of sweetness in the throat, refreshing and thirst-quenching, it is really an excellent drink.

A slightly hoarse voice came from the other side of the lake, shouting, "Boy Xu, don't patronize sword practice, come and have lunch!" ”

Xu Huaigu knew that Lao Chen had brought the food over, so he also raised his head and replied, "Uncle Chen, you don't have to come over, I'll get it myself!" ”

With that, he tied the short sword around his waist and ran towards the figure that had become more and more gaunt in the past four years.

When Xu Huaigu ran, his steps were vigorous, and he brought a gust of wind along the way, which stirred up the dewdrops on the green grass and fell one after another.

Lao Chen looked at Xu Huaigu's brisk appearance, and his heart was also very comforted.

He has no children, no wife, has always been alone, and has lived alone all his life. That's why he loves Feng'er so much, and would rather die than keep her. And now there is another Xu Huaigu, although he has been practicing martial arts all day and has not played much with other people, he also likes it very much.

Others thought that Xu Huaigu was an unattainable monk, but only he knew that Xu Huaigu was actually just a kind-hearted child.

He is well aware of his physical condition, which is not as good as a year.

He is already fifty-five years old this year, and he is already considered to be a long life in a poor family, and since then the rivers are going down, and I don't know how many days God can reward him.

He has been a poor person all his life, and he is used to seeing too much life and death, and the human nature of the world, but he still has the kindness of ordinary people.

Lao Chen took out the food in a cage.

The bowl is a very ordinary clay porcelain bowl, and the rice is also rice cultivated by the people in the cottage themselves, and as for today's dish, it is half a roast chicken.

Lao Chen Le explained: "Yesterday, there was a pheasant that was unlucky and ran into my backyard for some reason, so I caught it and made a roast chicken. When I was young, the roast chicken was so delicious that people who ate it said it was good, why don't you try it and see how my craft is now? ”

Xu Huaigu pulled away a chicken leg with chopsticks, handed it to Lao Chen and said, "Uncle Chen, you can eat one too." ”

Old Chen smiled honestly, waved his hand, and said, "No need, I have eaten pheasants and wild fish all my life on this mountain, and I have long been tired of eating." Besides, I also ate the roast chicken on the other side, so I'll leave this half for you. ”

Lao Chen actually left a little caution.

He told a little lie, and the other half of the roast chicken was actually given to Feng'er by him to eat.

A roast chicken, just half of one person, isn't it a good match?

What Lao Chen can't let go of in his heart is actually Feng'er.

Xu Huaigu didn't say much anymore, picked up the chopsticks and picked up the vegetables, trying to try to block his mouth, as if something was brewing.

Lao Chen didn't go to see him eat, but looked at this piece of landscape. This is the place where he has lived all his life, he didn't feel anything when he was young, but now that he is old, he feels that these mountains and rivers are particularly kind.

He thought, why don't he die and be buried here?

Xu Huaigu finished eating, cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks, and said in a relaxed tone: "Uncle Chen, I am going to leave here in the next few days." ”

Lao Chen was stunned for a moment, didn't turn his head, still looked at the landscape, and replied, "Let's go, just take a step and go." You are still very young, and you are a monk with a lot of promise, and you go to see the scenery of this world a lot, and you always stay in one place like something. ”

Xu Huaigu nodded, and the atmosphere became heavy.

Lao Chen asked again: "Then do you want to go and say hello to the people in the village before leaving?" ”

Xu Huaigu shook his head and said, "No need." Wang Daya just wants me to leave quickly, and the other people on the mountain will not care if I stay here except for you, so what is the need to say goodbye? ”

Lao Chen also sighed and said, "Don't blame them, Wang Da is also in charge of his own thoughts and difficulties, and everyone else is also ordinary people, where do they have so many thoughts?" ”

Xu Huaigu nodded and said, "I know, I don't blame them." ”

After a long while, the air fell silent again.

Lao Chen finally asked, "You really don't have the slightest reluctance to give up Feng'er?" ”

Xu Huaigu smiled and said, "It's okay, I'll come back here one day." ”

Lao Chen was a little sad, so he wiped the corners of his eyes and looked at the distance of the landscape.

The vision in the distance was a little blurry, and Lao Chen sighed in his heart that he was old, and his eyes were spent.

But the blurry landscape painting scroll seems to have never been so beautiful, as if it had grown in his heart.

Lao Chen thought silently: When I die, it would be good if I could be buried here.