Puyang Zhou, Zhangjiajie, Zhangjiahou Mountain, strange pines, strange wood, ghosts, Gushen Gorge, especially in the moonlight at night, it looks dark, deep and inexhaustible. It is a small valley composed of two straight sword peaks, which can be called a heavenly ghost, and at the foot of the mountain are three stone chambers that have been carved out.

"Can Zhang and his entourage hurry up next time they deliver food, I'm dying of hunger, bring it quickly"

"Isn't it guarded by Brother Ping this month", handed the rice box to Li Da Prawn.

"Li Ping's stinky boy has returned to his hometown, and there is no way who will call me his fellow countryman, help him on duty this month" Li Da Prawn was very unhappy.

Li Da Prawn ate and drank heavily, and it seemed that he was extremely hungry. Zhang Yixing will send food to Sword Valley on time every day as usual, it has been delivered for ten years, Zhang Yixing is fifteen years old this year, he is an orphan, he doesn't know who his father and mother are since he was born, he has been delivering food since he was five years old, Zhang Yixing belongs to the small role of miscellaneous servants in the Zhang family, and he is thin and small, he can't do hard work and can only do the idle errand of delivering food.

"Long-haired monster, I brought you peach blossom wine this time, don't you want it" Zhang Yixing seemed to be able to regain a sense of confidence in front of this prisoner who had been held by the Zhang family.

In one of the three stone chambers, there was an unkempt and skinny old man, who sat motionless in the stone chamber, like a stubborn stone, and when he heard that there was wine, he slowly turned his head to look at Zhang and his party.

"Okay, brother, why haven't I heard of peach blossom wine, bring it and let me taste it" Li Da couldn't sit still in fright, and rushed over to grab the wine. But before he could get up, the wine was already in the old beggar's hands.

"I said believe in the old devil, every time it's like this, can you leave me some", Li Da was not angry, complained a few words and continued to eat, obviously this old man is not simple, if it weren't for the fact that the door of this stone room is made of meteorite outside the sky, it would be extraordinary to jump out. The old man's hands and feet were locked by meteoric chains, and he slowly opened the wine gourd he sucked from Zhang Yixing's hand and tasted it slowly.

"It's hard to drink, it's better than nothing", and his hoarse voice was like an iron plate rubbing.

"It's good that you have to drink from an old immortal, and you still pick and choose", it can be seen that this is a pair of old friends, one is fifteen years old, and the other is an old monster who doesn't know how old he is.

Although the old man was amazingly old, he was in good spirits, and from time to time he breathed in and exhaled, and the air around him began to envelop him, forming a wall of qi. The chain of meteorite was shaken, and who knew that it was just a return to light.

"Hey, people always die, I have been obsessed with kendo all my life but I ended up like this, I can't live for my own sin", the old man looked at his hands and let out a long sigh.

Zhang and his entourage cleaned up a stone room on the right side of the lower valley, this is his home, he has lived for ten years, and his daily life is basically three o'clock and one line, go to the canteen to get food, then send it to the valley, and then rest in the stone room after dinner, in short, this thing has been repeated for ten years.

Zhang Yixing began to meditate and refine qi, the descendants of the Zhang family only have the Qingyuan Gong Qi Refining Period, unless they break through the Light Opening Period, they can go to the Qi Refining Hall to receive the exercises of the Soul Gathering Period, Zhang Yixing has been practicing repeatedly for ten years, but unfortunately the qualifications are too poor, and he has always stayed at the peak of the initial stage of the Light Enlightenment Period, but he has never given up, and he has to run Qingyuan Gong in the body every day for three hundred and six weeks, and ten years has become a habit.

After meditating, Zhang and his entourage got up and walked out of the stone room, it was already dark at this time, and Li Da was already resting in the other stone room, the crescent moon hung in the sky, and there was no starlight in the night. Zhang Yixing looked up at this dark night, feeling a kind of loneliness and confusion, whether he wanted to die of old age in this valley.

"Boy, come here, I'll tell you a story," a hoarse voice came from the cage made of meteoric iron.

"Old guy, you still have a story, can you change the story that has been told for ten years to be new, I don't want to hear your majestic history back then" Zhang and his entourage walked over and sat down with his back against the cold meteorite cage, he didn't want to listen, he just wanted to find someone to talk to.

"This time it's not a history of majesty, I'll tell you a history of suffering" The old man sat cross-legged on the ground, his long gray hair blocked his entire face, although he didn't see the expression, but he could feel that the old man was a little lonely at this time.

"Oh, the history of the disaster" Zhang and his entourage were interested.

"That was five hundred years ago, and there was a young man who was already a first-class master in the world when he was the same age as you," the old man looked at Zhang and his entourage with a very disdainful look.

Five hundred years ago, it really scared Zhang and his entourage to live to be more than 500 years old, that is at least to cultivate after the extraordinary period.

"Old man, don't look at me like this, no matter how first-class a master is, he won't be locked up here in the end," Zhang Yixing did not show weakness.

"That's right, as the so-called young and vigorous are too sharp, and in the end they hurt themselves," the old man sighed.

"To get to the point, what happened back then" Zhang and his entourage felt that the old man was hanging his appetite.

"It's all because I took in a good apprentice, I slapped me from behind, causing my combat power to be greatly reduced and I was caught by the enemy" The old man said this, and couldn't help sighing.

Zhang Yixing felt that this old man was very abnormal today, not like before, although he was a prisoner, he was not as decadent as he was today.

"I already feel that my time is running out," he said, spurting out a mouthful of old blood from his mouth.

"Long-haired old man, are you okay?" Zhang and his entourage saw for the first time the old man vomiting blood.

"He asked Wei Wushuang to help me remember the name," the old man wiped the blood from his lips and dug out a small object wrapped in cloth from the ground in front of him.

"Here's for you, ten years of getting along, I've watched you grow up, you're a very resilient child" The old man opened the moldy rag, revealing half of the iron inside it.

"The old man was fine yesterday, don't be kidding" Zhang Yixing was a little anxious, this old man who had been with him for ten years was no longer good, in fact, he had already regarded this old man as his grandfather.

"Take this and go to the peak of Cangsong Mountain in Zhongsheng Divine Continent," the old man slowly fell to the ground after speaking.

"Old man, old man," Zhang and his entourage looked at this beggar-like body, feeling very uncomfortable.

Zhang and his entourage put away the objects that the old man had given them and hid them under a boulder in Sword Valley. After that, I went to wake up Li Da scared.

"What, this dead old man just died when I was on duty, this is pushing me to the fire pit, you watch me go to report to the head of the family and the elders" Li Da was also frightened.

Tonight, the mountain behind Zhangjia is very lively, and the eight elders have all arrived, all of them are immortal wind bones, and they are hunting in purple clothes. Sword Valley was already small, and hundreds of people came at once, the elders of the guards, and some disciples of various halls also came.

"Ancestor has arrived," I don't know who shouted, and the crowd invariably parted a road. The ancestor has arrived, it has been a hundred years since the retreat, and this time he actually went out, it seems that things are not as simple as imagined.

Zhang Qianfeng, the ancestor of the Zhang family, was dressed in a gray robe and was short in stature, but his eyes were shining, he was not angry and arrogant, and he stepped on the void.

"See the ancestor" Hundreds of people knelt down to greet him, and the scene still shocked Zhang Yixing, an uninformed teenager, at this time he was watching everyone present at the edge of the crowd, ready to be an audience who watched the excitement and did not have much to do.

"A generation of sword demons believed in Shiluo, but in the end they died," Zhang Qianfeng, the ancestor of the Zhang family, sighed a little.