Many monks have left the North Sea coast on the mountains and rivers these days. There are not many monks who are still hoping to salvage the holy pills in the North Sea, especially since no other holy pill has been salvaged in the past few months, which has caused these monks to be disappointed. Apart from the few monks who are still insisting on, there are no monks left.

The coast is even sparsely populated.

Gradually, we are going to return to the days when there was no holy pill.

There are no monks in the teahouse on the coast these days, and most of the people who come and go to ordinary people these days. The old shopkeeper who seems to be dead at any time has returned to a peaceful life.

He buried the sword box back. After filling the soil again, he carefully leveled the land. I believe that no matter who came to see it, he would never have thought that there would be a sword box under the old locust tree, and he would not even think that he would bury things here.

No one would know that he was a swordsman.

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

This death does not refer to other ways of death. It is the simplest way of death and the most difficult way of death, which is old age and death.

He had calculated the speed of this body more than once, and knew that he would have at least a hundred years of good life.

The century-long life of a monk cannot be said to be long. Some monks often sit for many years in order to break through the realm and realize the truth. Therefore, the century-long life is not long for them, but it is long enough for Meng Jin.

He was already a person standing in front of the threshold and had no idea of ​​breaking the situation again. Therefore, over the years, he has lived like an ordinary person, like an ordinary old man, and he looked around without any trouble except for three meals a day. Of course, he stayed in this teahouse more often.

He sells tea and is his business.

Although I can't make much money, for Meng Jin, silver is originally something meaningless.

It's interesting to be alive.

The weather is already in autumn, and the North Sea is close to the demonic soil, which is the coldest place in the mountains and rivers. Not only does spring come late, but winter comes early.

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

Meng Jin moved a bench and sat at the entrance of the teahouse, feeling the temperature of the sun. In fact, monks of his realm were no longer afraid of the warmth and coldness. But for some reason, he also felt very warm in the sun.

Some fishermen passed by outside the teahouse from time to time. When they saw Meng Jin, they would stop and say hello to him. Most of the time, Meng Jin just nodded slightly, and occasionally met a little guy and said a few words with a smile.

Ordinary people in Beihai know that the old man has opened this teahouse for many years, but not many people remember it clearly for how many years it has been. Anyway, they know that this old shopkeeper should be very old.

Meng Jin was lying on the chair, thinking about many things, and there were many things he would never think about before, but he didn't know why he remembered it for the first time today. He remembered what Xu Ji looked like when he went up the mountain, thinking that in order to continue his sword lineage, he was crazy to practice swordsmanship, and he was talented and diligent, which made Xu Ji walk very quickly naturally.

At that time, were you so afraid of death?

I thought about too much, but as I thought about it, I fell asleep.

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 blue robe with a sword hanging around his waist, and the woman wore a red dress with a calm expression.

Meng Jin looked at the man and did not feel any sword energy. There was only one swordsman who could hide the sword energy in front of Meng Jin and not be discovered, and that was Chao Qingqiu.

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

Then Meng Jin squinted his eyes and looked at the woman, but it was so evil that he was so angry.

The demonic energy is heavy, either a small demon cultivator who has transformed into shape. If the realm is not enough, he cannot cover up the demonic energy, or he is a big demon in the Canghai Realm, full of demonic energy, and will naturally leak out.

This woman can only be a little demon.

Meng Jin just looked at these two people casually, and then did not continue to look at them. He was not the swordsman he used to be back then. Whether he was a demon or not, what does it have to do with him?

The man in a green 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 green robe and said dissatisfiedly: "Didn't she say she's drinking tea?"

The man smiled awkwardly and said something he got used to.

Meng Jin got up and walked into the teahouse. In this situation, there were not many people who were still interested in drinking tea.

Meng Jin took out a big iron kettle and started cooking tea. Tea is not a good tea, but it is better because it is cheap. Meng Jin did not take much attention, but it is better because it is good at hand.

Cooking tea for hundreds of years is familiar to everyone.

After the man sat down, he placed the sword on the table, and the woman sat quietly opposite him. The two of them didn't say anything, but looked at each other, and no matter how they looked at each other, they were full of affection.

Meng Jin has never seen many people in his life, and has seen many scenes that are more boring than he is now, so he didn't feel anything.

After adding tea to the two of them, Meng Jin thought about it and added a lamp.

The light is not very good.

After all this last night, Meng Jin remembered that it seemed that these two people had never seen before, but thinking about the strangers they 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 on the counter and napped.

The man wearing a green robe smiled and said, "The old shopkeeper is so happy."

The woman in the red dress whispered: "I didn't have much money either."

The man laughed it off.

The woman in the red dress asked, "My junior sister has always been interested in you, why do you always ignore me?"

The man frowned and said seriously: "I have promised you this heart, why dare you to promise others?"

To some little girls, this is naturally a very beautiful love word, and they may even be moved and crying.

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

However, Meng Jin, who was not asleep on the counter, felt bored when he heard these words, and even felt vaguely disgusting.

He kind of wanted these two people to leave quickly.

These two people failed to leave because another person walked into the teahouse.

The man also had a sword hanging around his waist, but was wearing a white robe.

Meng Jin opened his eyes hard and looked at the man.

"One five-word one."

This is the price.

The man in white robe threw down a piece of silver and walked towards the two men.
Chapter completed!