"Well, for your sake, when the time comes, I'll try to fight a little longer. Lu Zheng said lightly.

"You ......" Luo Shui bit Sakura's lips, angry and helpless.

In fact, Luo Shui knew in his heart that Gu Hong and Lu Zheng were two very similar, but very different men.

Gu Hong tried to step into the realm of immortals and transcend all mortals in the world, while Lu Zheng was born with an immortal aura, which was completely different from the ordinary people around him.

This essential difference is probably only visible to Luo Shui.

One is a phoenix man who is desperately trying to climb up, and the other is a rich and noble man who is born glorious.

"Are you human?" Luo Shuidai frowned slightly and asked in a serious tone.

Lu Zheng smiled and asked rhetorically, "What do you say?"

Gu Hong and Luo Shui, this fake couple, may be the closest person to Lu Zheng's identity in the world.

The former knew that Lu Zheng's strength was above the martial arts mythology, while the latter vaguely felt that Lu Zheng was not a human in this world.

Luo Shui sighed lightly and said quietly: "Sometimes, I really feel that people like you shouldn't exist in this world. ”

"I know. ”

Lu Zheng got up and left.

Three days later, in the Ilo Club, a young man walked out, dressed in white like snow, handsome and unparalleled, let alone a woman, and even many men couldn't take their eyes off him when they saw him.

If someone observes carefully, they will find an amazing thing, that man, his feet do not touch the ground, his clothes do not stain the dust, and when he takes one step, it is a distance of hundreds of meters, like a god walking in the world, exuding a sublime and great atmosphere.

As soon as anyone sees him, they will involuntarily fall to their knees on the ground, and bow down to the ground with a reverent face.

He came and went, the wind stood still on his body, the snow melted on his body, and he met the mountains and the water, as if there was nothing in the world that could stop his steps.

From the capital to Taishan, more than 500 kilometers by car, he used his feet, like a leisurely walk, from the rising sun to the setting sun.

He walked into the thousand-year-old temple on the mountainside, stood in front of the wordless monument, and left quietly until the sun slowly rose the next day.

He came to the forbidden place of the ancient temple again, and it was rumored that there was a golden coffin here, which stored the relics of the Buddha's death.

"Donor, this is the forbidden place of this temple, outsiders are not allowed to enter, and I hope that the donor will leave quickly. The young monk who swept the floor persuaded.

At this time, an old monk with a Zen staff in his hand said slowly: "Let him come in, no one in our temple can stop him!"

The young monk wanted to say something, but found that the man in white, whose face could not be seen clearly, had already stepped into the forbidden land.

"Do you remember me?" asked the man in white, slightly surprised.

The old monk who was over ninety years old smiled and said, "Remember, remember, it's almost ninety years! At that time, the old man was only three or four years old, and he followed the master to see the benefactor, and this life is unforgettable!"

The young monk not far away, hearing this, was so frightened that he almost fainted to the ground.

Ninety years ago, this man in white was here?

When the abbot was only three or four years old, he came here?

Ninety years, this is a full ninety years, and listening to the abbot's meaning, the man in white at that time was already able to directly meet the abbot of the previous generation, and it was definitely impossible for him to be a child.

However, nearly a century has passed, and the little novice has become today's old monk, and this man in white is still a man in white.

"Well, forget it. The man in white sighed softly and walked away.

The old monk also breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a smile: "Once again, I have kept the relics of the Buddha, and the merit is immeasurable, and the merit is immeasurable!"

Ninety years ago, Gu Hong, who was invincible in the world, wanted to bury himself in that golden coffin. And today, before the decisive battle, he once again wanted to take the golden coffin and bury it in the same position as the Buddha.

However, he chose to give up both times, and the reason for this may only be known to him.

On the top of the mountain, a majestic figure, on the edge of the cliff, stood with his hands in his hands, quietly watching the clouds rise and disappear.

He was like a sculpture, a stone statue, with no expression, no movement, no eyes, no breathing, just standing quietly, from dark to dawn, from dawn to dark, day after day, night after night, as if he could wait until the vicissitudes of life, the sun and the moon changed.

Lunar calendar, December 30.

Lu Zheng looked at the figure and asked helplessly, "How long have you waited?"

"Ten days and ten nights. ”

Gu Hong replied, without the slightest anger on his face, but with childlike joy.

"Do you really want to fight me?" Lu Zheng asked again.

Gu Hong nodded.

"You're going to die!" Lu Zheng said.

Gu Hong smiled indifferently, "I'm tired of living." ”

After tonight, he will be two hundred years old, and he has lived for two hundred years, almost the entire history of an ancient dynasty.

"It's still early, are you drinking?" Lu Zheng asked.

Gu Hong originally wanted to refuse, because he hadn't touched these things for a long time, and for him, mortal food would only pollute his body.

However, this time, Gu Hong nodded rarely, "Okay!"

Lu Zheng opened a bottle of spirits, poured it himself, and at the same time raised his hand and threw another bottle over.

Gu Hong took it and looked at it, his face was very embarrassed.

Because, the wine that Lu Zheng threw to him was a red star second pot head, a civilian product of dozens of yuan a bottle.

"Forget it. Gu Hong smiled helplessly.

He didn't open the cap, but gently broke the bottleneck, and opened his mouth to fill a whole bottle.

Lu Zheng pointed to the edge of the cliff, "Sit down and talk?"

"Good!"

Gu Hong's words are very few, often one word or two words, even if it is a sentence, it will be shortened to less than five words as much as possible.

The two of them sat directly on the edge of the cliff, and if they moved slightly, they could fall into the abyss.

Of course, this is nothing to them, just like a child sitting on a high chair, and it is a big deal to get a little flesh and skin scrapes.

"You're strong. Gu Hong said.

Lu Zheng nodded, "That's right." ”

"I'm also strong. Gu Hong said again.

"Maybe!" Lu Zheng's tone was flat.

Hearing this, Gu Hong was quite helpless, the dignified martial arts myth, and it is likely to be the only martial arts myth in the world in the past five hundred years, but in front of him, he is only worthy of a "maybe".

"If I die, take care of Luoshui, I have guarded her for too long, and I have locked her up for too long. ”

In this sentence, Gu Hong not only exceeded five words, but also exceeded ten words, perhaps, he didn't care about the number of words he spoke at all.

"I will. Lu Zheng said lightly.

Thank you for your rewards! Gu Hong finally appeared, it was a pity that he was born in an era where he could not cultivate.

(End of chapter)