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The scenery is beautiful, the mountains are evergreen, and a river flows down from the top of the mountain and runs through the valley. There is a small mountain village by the river, and they live an almost secluded life by the mountains and rivers.

The people here are very simple, and they have enough to live every day, and they are always smiling.

The whole mountain is shrouded in the immortal aura of the Wushuang Pavilion, the fairy clouds on the mountain surround several palaces looming, and the mortal villages under the mountain live normally, just like a paradise fairyland.

This is where Guning grew up.

Since Gu Ning walked out, this place has also subtly undergone some changes. As the chief disciple of the new generation of Wushuang Pavilion, it means that his future status is noble, and he naturally has a lot of care for his origin. The Wushuang Pavilion special case halves the annual tax paid by the village, allowing the villagers to get more benefits.

And there are often disciples who come here to visit Gu Ning's father, Gu Tou.

Well, the old head, an extremely eccentric old man indeed.

Ma San came back many times, with a lot of money ready to ask the villagers to build him a good manor for him to enjoy. But what he didn't expect was that this old man didn't know how to lift, he didn't want anything, as long as it was a broken house, no matter how good the house was, he would live in that broken house.

At that time, many villagers muttered in private: "This old man really has a brain to ask questions, and he is born cheap." ”

There is no way, the house is not built, and the money must be paid. But I don't want money, not a penny.

Ma San was very helpless at the beginning, and he couldn't shoot his ass if he wanted to.

Even so, he lived the life he had at the beginning. However, the attitude of the villagers towards the ancient three has changed a lot. His son has relieved all the villagers of their taxes, which is a great happiness for them.

So sometimes Gu San didn't eat, and a few old women would send some food, and someone would sew and mend his clothes when they were torn.

He is still like that, smoking a big cigarette pouch every day, leaning against the root of the earthen wall to bask in the sun, and it is a day to bask in the sun.

In the eyes of the villagers, he didn't understand at all. What is the concept of being the chief disciple of the new generation of the Peerless Pavilion, that is the existence that they can only look up to forever.

It's just that they don't understand, so they don't know how to tie up yet. Only Ma San told his cousin, the village chief, every time he came back, to let him treat this old man well.

In fact, the village chief didn't understand it, but his cousin, who had seen the world, asked him to do so, and gave him a lot of silver taels. And that's what he did.

On this day, Ma San came back in style. Of course, he came back with a mission.

He rode his tall horse through the woods, over a creek several meters wide, and went straight to the broken earth house at the back of the village.

I found a tattered old man squatting on the wall, leaning on it, and smoking a cigarette pouch.

Take a puff, spit out, and a wisp of green smoke will slowly rise.

"Third Master Gu, I'm coming to see you again. Ma San dismounted and said with a smile.

"Oh, here we are. There are no tables or chairs at home, and the tree stump next to it sits improvised. Gu San didn't even raise his head, and said directly, not giving any face.

Ma San seemed to be used to it, and sat on the wooden pier on the side. When he first came, he was secretly very angry, as a third master Ma who was respected by everyone in the village, he didn't give any face to this poor old man.

This is also... But when he thought of his son Gu Ning, he also endured. He sometimes muttered in his heart, what kind of **** luck did this old man go, he was so incompetent and had such a strange temper, and he could pick up such a precious son, why didn't he have this blessing.

"Third Master Gu, your son, is famous outside, and he is famous all over the world. Ma Sanye said a little excitedly.

Of course, when he listened to others tell him how powerful Gu Ning was, he was also secretly excited that the person he brought out would make him soar in the future.

"Oh, let's talk about it. Gu San was very calm and not surprised.

Ma San was stunned, what is wrong with this old man, why did he not react to such a happy thing.

He didn't care anymore and continued to tell the story.

Not long ago, Hou Yigong was born in the south, and your son also went. However, he didn't know why he was favored by one person, that is, the ancient priest of the Ice and Snow Goddess Temple. Later, the crown prince of the Beidi Dynasty came to provoke and was tied by the young master of the Dongfang family.

And the prince of Beidi, who was tied in the battle, was completely defeated by your son with the strength of his body. It's really powerful, and he actually defeated the characters among the young masters with physical strength. Thinking of this, Ma San couldn't help but marvel.

It's an incredible thing.

Gu Sanye, how did he cultivate the way of a martial artist. ？

Gu San raised his head: "How do I know." ”

"Also, how can you do it. Ma San laughed in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face.

"By the way, the Pavilion Master specially asked me to bring these things to you. The third master still smiled. ”

He took out a great deal of gold and jewelry. When the baggage is opened in the sun, it radiates a dazzling light.

And Ma San's arrival had already alarmed the people in the village, and they had already arrived here. When they saw the burden that Ma San had opened, their hearts were extremely excited, and the light in their eyes also changed a little.

That's greed.

Gu San glanced at it and said, "What is the other package?" ”

"It's some spirit strains, and the pavilion master said that you will live longer after taking it. Ma San said with a smile. This thing was secretly taken away by Ma San himself before, leaving these.

"Okay, leave this one, the jewels will be divided, and the villagers will be distributed, and you can go." Gu San took the burden, lowered his head again and smoked a big cigarette pouch.

The cigarette pouch was long, and the cigarette butts were all against the ground.

Ma San also knew that this man's temper was not speaking.

He said again: "Third master, you have to eat this thing slowly, don't eat too much, your body can't bear it if you eat too much." He was afraid that Gu San would eat too much at once, and the aura would run around in his body, and finally explode and die.

When the villagers heard that they were going to divide the jewels, everyone's eyes lit up.

"This time, Gu Sanye was very kind and gave these jewels to you. ”

Everyone was thrilled that these jewels were valuable treasures, and they could get a piece of land worthy of how many years they had planted.

Night.

The moon and stars are scarce, and the village is murmuring.

The birdsong disappeared, and only the sound of running water at the head of the village accompanied the villagers to sleep.

In the back village, in the house of the ancient three, the dim candle flame came out through the window that had no window paper, constantly swaying, and seemed to be extinguished at any time.

Under the lamp.

Next to the ancient head was the bag containing the spirit plant.

He took out a ganoderma lucidum that shimmered slightly, and his cloudy eyes gradually cleared up and emitted a little light.

"This thing dares to send it to honor me. The ancient third's hand actually emitted a purple light, instantly incinerating the spirit plant into ashes.

In just an instant, even the package was burned in an instant.

If anyone saw it, they would be absolutely shocked. Because this strange old man, with a purple flame in his hand just now, a flame that truly transcends the immortal path, no one would have thought that such an old man would be a hidden powerhouse.

Gradually, the light in the eyes of the old head dimmed again.

He lit the cigarette pouch with the candle flame and smoked it again.

After a long time, he seemed to be muttering to himself: "I didn't expect him to be more powerful than I imagined, surpassing the psychic body." It seems that he is really a masterpiece of a generation, presumably he should know his life experience. The conference of good and evil, how can I have peace without me? ”

No one seemed to be able to understand what he was saying, and was there talking to himself all the time.

After a long time, it seemed that the sound of a rooster could be heard. He put down the unextinguished cigarette pouch and fell asleep on the bed.