Seeing the man on the riverbank, the old man was stunned.

I saw a person standing on the shore ten zhang away, a man dressed in white and graceful.

This face will not be forgotten even if he dies.

It was a turning point in fate, and from that moment on, his life began to change, perhaps in the eyes of the gods was just a little dust, but it was a mountain of wealth that changed his fate.

Suddenly, time went back, and seeing the young appearance of the man, he seemed to have returned to forty years ago.

In its prime, carefree.

After forty years of vicissitudes, seeing this person's unchanged appearance, as well as his own vicissitudes of life, I felt a lot of sighs in my heart.

Fame, love, loved ones, treasures...... After all, it is illusory, and it will eventually disappear, and it will turn into a handful of loess.

The moment Xu Xuan appeared, it caused the old man to have a deep understanding.

The grandson hid behind the old man, curious and afraid to watch secretly.

The bamboo raft was close to the shore, the old man put down the bamboo pole, bowed down, and said, "Boy Zhang Wenxiu, bring your grandson Zhang Wanchang to meet the immortals!" ”

Zhang Wenxiu secretly poked his grandson's waist, and Zhang Wanchang also knelt down and kowtowed smartly, and said respectfully: "Grandson Zhang Wanchang greets the immortal ancestor, and wishes the ancestor eternal blessings!" ”

"Get up." Xu Xuan didn't expect to meet two people when he was born, how did this old man feel a little familiar.

Zhang Wenxiu said cautiously: "Do the immortals remember the old age? The old decay is Zhang Wenxiu. ”

The fairy didn't respond, knowing that he might lose face in front of his grandson, he gritted his teeth and said, "I'm the black buttocks, the one who brought you over back then!" ”

As soon as these words came out, the grandson couldn't help but laugh.

"It turned out to be you, you are already so old, Zhang Wenxiu, this name is good."

"The country man, the name is really unbearable, so I asked the village Xiucai to help change the name early next morning."

Zhang Wenxiu was also a little wronged, who grew up by the river was not tanned, why did he get this nickname by himself.

But this is just a small episode, Zhang Wenxiu asked Xu Xuan to get on the boat.

"Why don't you go to the villa below to rest for a few days? Over the years, the business has really not been able to do anything, so I simply became a shopkeeper and spent my old age in my hometown, I never thought that I would meet the gods today, maybe it was fate......"

When people are old, they want to return to their roots, the old man has nothing to do, he plays around on a bamboo raft, and takes his grandchildren to play in the mountains and rivers, but he never thought that he really met the gods of the year.

Until now, it feels like a dream.

"Good!"

Xu Xuan jumped on the boat.

The group came to the lakeside villa.

The old man was a smart man, he knew how to use the money, and with the help of the initial capital to make money, he earned a lot of family property, not only that, but he also contracted a mountain to grow bamboo.

With this ingenuity, you won't starve to death anywhere.

"What's wrong with the Daomen?"

"Daomen? It's pretty good, now the big real person is Grandmaster Li Chunfeng. Zhang Wenxiu was stunned for a moment, this term is rarely mentioned, it is generally Huaxia and the government, and few people mention the word Daomen, unless it is within the government.

Xu Xuan asked a lot of details, thinking that they had really made it, and it was the first time that there was no emperor in the ancient world.

But think about it, in ancient times, the Zen concession system was implemented, and as long as this kind of thing is properly promoted, it will form inertia in a few decades, and basically no one will oppose it.

Of course, this kind of system must have a very strong person, a strong man in the era of repression, to be a real person to be able to suppress the scene.

If there are no strong people, or if there are many strong people, it is likely to lead to civil strife.

For these, Xu Xuan didn't pay much attention to it.

Ordinary people read history books and see all kinds of power schemes and coups, and feel thrilled, but if they were born at that time, they may have ended their lives, and they didn't feel that anything had changed.

Regardless of whether the upper echelons live or die, at most it will be affected in a small area, and the forces and relatives under them may be involved, adding up to no more than 100,000 people, and the impact on the entire world is simply pitiful.

For these, it can only be said that future generations have their own blessings, and it does not affect the overall situation.

The group came to the villa.

Xu Xuan stayed for one night.

Early in the morning of the second day.

Declining the old man's invitation to prepare the carriage, Xu Xuan looked at the clever young man next to him, and conjured up a booklet with a few big characters on it.

"Here you go, you can practice again after you understand it."

This sword technique was conceived by Xu Xuan when he was watching the waves, and the waves were stacked layer by layer, and the strength would become very strong.

This sword technique is very simple, it is to imitate the stacked waves, and when it is stacked to the thirteenth layer, there will be incredible power, and it is also possible to break ten thousand laws with one sword.

The grandson was grateful, and in a blink of an eye, Xu Xuan had already disappeared, and a dark cloud drifted into the distance.

"Hey, the immortals come and go, independent of the world, envy......" Zhang Wenxiu has no regrets at this age, immortality is not something he can ask for, and it is already worth bragging about seeing the immortals in this life.

Zhang Wenxiu patted his grandson's head and said, "Practice hard, and one day you can become an immortal, and you really can't be a martial arts master." ”

"Well, it will." Zhang Wanchang held the cheats, his eyes were firm, and a seed was planted in his heart.

Chang'an, the capital.

After decades of operation, Chang'an City has become extremely prosperous, with extremely developed commercial trade, thousands of kinds of goods, and more than 20 times the number of officials in the previous dynasty.

The tax payment of Chang'an City in one year alone is enough to compare with the national tax payment of the previous year.

Outside the city, a mountain villa at the foot of Lishan Mountain.

At this time, the heroes gathered, and the younger generation of the year also became old. Yuan Tiangang has become a middle-aged man with a long beard and fluttering fairy wind bones.

Kou Xun still retains her youth, but her appearance can deceive people, her age is not, and she is no longer the simple and cute little girl she was back then.

Li Chunfeng is still a fierce and domineering strong man, fighting all over the martial arts with a pair of iron fists, and succeeding to the position of a great real person by virtue of his reputation.

The world is convinced, and many knights and children in Chang'an City are learning his strange screams.

Among the crowd were Lu Jing, Xiang Long, Haicang, Gu Hanwei, and an old man on the courtyard lounger.

An old man with gray hair.

The Great Grandmaster can still play in his old age, but once he reaches the end of his life, the whole person quickly collapses like a deflated ball.

Kou Zhen couldn't have imagined that this day would come so quickly, perhaps it was related to the injury he suffered when he was young, and at that time, he was fundamentally injured, resulting in his death when he was only in his eighties.

may also be his wife died a few months ago, and he has no hope of living, heroes are not necessarily worthy of the world's first beauty, Kou Zhen's wife is a small family, and the rivers and lakes are nameless, and the two are in love.

"Let's go, let's go, what are you going to see? Not dead yet! Looking at the gloomy crowd, Kou Zhen was a little speechless.

"Father......" Kou Xun was reluctant, even though he had a thousand words, he couldn't say the words when they came to his mouth.

The handsome young man behind him is Li Zhen, the only son of Kou Xun and Li Chunfeng.

"Live well, don't you have affairs? What are you doing here? Kou Zhen has a hard mouth and a hot heart, "Lao Tzu will not die for a while." ”

Everyone saw Kou Zhen's side, and although they were reluctant, they also left.

The children of the rivers and lakes, life and death are downplayed, and everyone has long had the consciousness of facing death.

In the courtyard, only the two brothers Lu Jing and Kou Zhen remained.

"Then again, to be single is to live long." Kou Zhen quipped.

Lu Jing scolded with a smile: "Old guy, grandpa is called a health preservation." ”

The two old men didn't have much to talk about, chatting and chatting, and they talked about the past.

For the past, the two of them have no regrets, the great cause in Kou Zhen's heart has been completed, Lu Jing has been shopping for more than 20 years, and what should have been enjoyed has long been enjoyed.

Kou was a little sleepy.

Lu Jing was afraid that this guy would sleep, so she hurriedly found a topic: "By the way, where did Zhenjun go?" ”

"Who knows, it could be in the East China Sea...... Xi shan...... Maybe in the sky, hey, it's good to be a fairy......" Kou Zhen is getting more and more sleepy, and his eyes are almost unable to open, "There is a saying, longevity is free, the scenery is unique, step on ......"

Suddenly, a young man appeared in front of him.

Long hair in a white robe, independent of the world.

The Taoist gods, who had disappeared for decades, finally appeared.

There are faint shadows of fathers, wives, and fellow believers in the sky, and everyone looks at him with a smile, it is a world without pain and regret.

In an instant, it seemed that time had been reversed, and vaguely, his appearance seemed to be rapidly becoming younger, Kou Zhen laughed three times and said, "People who have traveled all over Qingshan are not old!" ”

(End of chapter)