The coast of the North Sea, which is located in the mountains and rivers, has left many monks these days, and there are not many monks who still expect to be able to salvage the Holy Pill in the North Sea, especially in the past few months, no Saint Pill has been salvaged, causing these monks to be disappointed, except for the few monks who are still holding on, there are no monks in sight.

The coast is even more sparsely populated.

Gradually, we are going back to the days when there was no Saint Dan.

The teahouse on the shore has no monks these days, and most of the people who come and go these days are ordinary people, and the old shopkeeper, who seems to be dying at any moment, has returned to a peaceful life.

The sword box was buried by him, and after the soil was refilled, he seriously leveled the land, believing that no matter who looked at it, he would never have thought that there would be a sword box under this old locust tree, and he would not even think that he would bury something here.

No one would know that he was a swordsman.

Whether the old shopkeeper is really the old shopkeeper or not, he has only one idea now, which is to live until he dies.

This death does not refer to any other way to die, it is the simplest way to die, and it is also the most difficult way to die, that is, old death.

He had calculated the speed of aging of this body more than once, and knew that he had at least a hundred years to live.

A hundred years of monks is not long, some monks often sit for several years in order to break through the realm and realize the Tao, so a hundred years is actually not long for them, but for Meng Jin, it is long enough.

He is already a figure standing in front of the threshold, and he no longer has any idea of breaking through the realm, so over the years, he has lived like an ordinary person, like an ordinary old man, except for three meals a day, he has nothing to look around and walk, of course, more often he stays in this teahouse.

He sells tea, and it is his livelihood.

Although he didn't make much money, for Meng Jin, silver money was originally something meaningless.

It's fun to be alive.

The weather has entered autumn, Beihai is close to the demon land, it is the coldest place in the mountains and rivers, not only spring comes late, even winter comes very early.

Today, it is rare that some warm sun breaks through the clouds and shines on the world.

Meng Jin moved the bench and sat at the door of the tea house, feeling the temperature of the sun, in fact, a monk of his realm had already been not afraid of cold and warmth, but he didn't know why, he sat in the sun, and he also felt very warm.

Outside the teahouse, some fishermen passed by from time to time, and when they saw Meng Jin, they would stop to greet him, Meng Jin only nodded slightly most of the time, and only smiled and said a few words when he met the little guy.

The ordinary people of Beihai know that this old man has opened this tea house for many years, but how many years it is, in fact, not many people remember it clearly, anyway, they know that this old shopkeeper should be very old.

Meng Jin was lying on the chair, thinking about a lot of things, there were many things he wouldn't have thought about before, but he didn't know why he remembered it today, he remembered what Xu Lin looked like when he went up the mountain, thinking that in order to continue the lineage of swordsmen, he had gone crazy by practicing swords, his talent was good, and he was even more diligent, so that Xu Lin naturally walked very fast.

What about myself at that time, was I so afraid of death?

I thought about it too much, and I fell asleep thinking about it.

When Meng Jin opened his eyes again, the sun had already set, and there was a couple in front of him.

The man wore a simple cyan robe with a sword hanging from his waist, while the woman wore a red dress with a calm expression.

Meng Jin looked at the man, he didn't feel any sword qi, there could only be one swordsman who could hide his sword qi in front of Meng Jin without being discovered, and that was Chao Qingqiu.

This man has no sword energy, so he should be an ordinary martial artist.

Then Meng Jin squinted at the woman, but he was demonic.

The demonic spirit is heavy, either it is a little demon cultivator who has just transformed into a shape, and the realm is not enough, so it can't cover up the demonic energy, or it is a big demon in the Canghai realm, full of demonic energy, and it naturally leaks out.

This woman can only be a little demon.

Meng Jin just looked at these two people plainly, so he didn't continue to look at them, he was not the swordsman he was back then, whether he was a demon or not, what did it matter to him.

The man in the teal robe asked, "Is there any wine?"

Meng Jin shook his head.

There is wine, but it is not something that ordinary people can drink.

The woman in the red dress pulled the man's cyan robe and said dissatisfiedly, "Didn't you say drinking tea?"

The man smiled awkwardly and said that he was used to it.

Meng Jin got up and walked into the tea house, in this kind of situation, there are not many people who still have the heart to drink tea.

Meng Jin took out a big iron kettle and began to boil tea, the tea is not a good tea, but it is cheap, Meng Jin did not pay much attention, but it is better to be familiar with it.

Tea that has been brewed for hundreds of years is familiar to everyone.

The man sat down and put his sword on the table, while the woman sat quietly across from him, the two did not speak, but looked at each other, no matter how they looked, they were all affectionate.

Meng Jin didn't know how many people he had seen in his life, and how many scenes he had seen that were even more boring than now, so he didn't feel anything.

Adding tea to the two of them, and returning to the counter, Meng Jin thought about it and added a lamp.

The light isn't good.

All this last night, Meng Jin remembered that it seemed that these two people had never met, but thinking of the strangers he had seen in the past few months, Meng Jin felt that it was no big deal.

Meng Jin said something to the two of them, and then lay down on the counter and took a nap.

The man in a cyan robe smiled and said, "The old shopkeeper is really cool. ”

The woman in the red dress said softly: "I didn't have much money at all. ”

The man laughed.

The woman in the red dress asked, "Senior sister has always been obsessed with you, why do you always ignore it?"

The man frowned and said seriously: "This heart has already promised you, how dare you promise it to others." ”

To the ears of some little girls, this is naturally a very beautiful love story, and maybe they may even be moved to cry.

But the woman in the red dress is not an ordinary little girl, she lives much longer than this man, so there is no sign of crying.

However, Meng Jin, who was lying on the counter and had not fallen asleep, felt very bored when he heard these words, and even faintly felt disgusted.

He kind of wanted the two of them to leave quickly.

The two men did not leave, because another person walked into the teahouse.

The man also had a sword hanging from his waist, but he was dressed in a white robe.

Meng Jin struggled to open his eyes and looked at the man.

"One of the five texts. ”

Here's the price.

The white-robed man dropped a piece of silver and walked over to the two men.

Before coming to the two of them, the white-robed man only said one sentence, "Senior sister, I don't care who you want to marry, but this sword is the treasure of the town faction, so it was given to an outsider, isn't it right?"