It slowly fell down and stopped in front of a simple thatched hut.

Said it simple.

They are all praising it.

The hut was just surrounded by four curved gray-brown wooden piles, and there were dozens of similarly curved and slightly thinner wooden sticks on the top, covering a layer of dead grass scatteredly, which was considered a roof.

Not to mention a thatched hut.

It's better to say it's a shack.

Outer room.

Dozens of dead branches were zigzag and twisted around, barely considered a fence.

In the yard.

An old man with white hair and beard, hunched waist and gully face, looked a little weak, stood there quietly, holding a smooth wooden stick in his hand, quietly watching the fog outside.

Say it's to see.

But his eyes were closed.

"Come back?"

As if he had noticed the movement outside, he didn't look back and smiled.

"Thanks for your hard work."

"snort!"

Chongming walked in from outside angrily.

"Ask a good first!"

"Next time there is such a thing, I won't go if I kill the chicken!"

"Not anymore."

The old man sighed.

“This is the last time.”

Said.

He suddenly started to cough violently. Every time he coughed, his waist became hunched, and the wrinkles on his face became deeper.

"you……"

Chongming seemed to be very clear about his situation.

A hint of sadness appeared in his eyes.

"How long can it last?"

"Ahem..."

The old man coughed for a long time before he stopped, and his thin big hands stroked the wooden stick in his hand.

“There aren’t many days.”

"Wait for the chicken!"

As soon as Chongming became angry, he would go out.

"I'll go inside again!"

"No."

The old man shook his head.

"That thing is actually not very useful to me. It is barely useful to last a few years. Besides, you were able to come out last time, just a lucky chance, but this time it may not be possible."

“…”

Chongming stopped talking.

then.

How handsome the man in front of him was, how amazing and stunning, and how arrogant and aloof and arrogant he was!

But now...

But it became like this!

"or……"

After a moment.

It opened its mouth again, and there was a hint of trembling in its voice.

"Let's go back and have a look?"

"I won't go back."

"Don't you want to see her again?"

“…”

It was the old man's turn to remain silent.

His originally haggard face suddenly showed a bit of reminiscence.

A genius talent.

A beautiful and beautiful city.

A pair of beautiful people who everyone envies are now endless distances, and it has become a luxury to see each other again.

"Forget it."

After a while.

He shook his head gently.

"If I appear, it will inevitably bring her great trouble. Besides, I look like a ghost now... it is better not to see you!"

"What a pity."

He rubbed the wooden stick, feeling a little regretful.

"The Xuantian lineage is so brilliant, but now it is going to be ruined in my hands. I am ashamed of the ancestors, ashamed of those dead fellow disciples!"

"That bastard!"

Chongming suddenly cursed.

"The disciples and grandchildren are almost killed, and they are still in the mood to hang out!"

"Just Mr. Chicken."

The old man's tone was a bit serious.

"That's the ancestor."

"hehe."

Chongming sneered.

"When he met Ji Master, he was still a fool! So what if he scolded him?"

“…”

The old man stopped talking.

Chongming has too high seniority and is indeed qualified to say such things.

"Not broken!"

Sudden.

Chongming spoke again, staring at him with an unprecedented serious look.

"The head of Xuantian Sword is here!"

"The Xuantian lineage will always be there!"

"Sword Head?"

When the old man heard this title that only existed in his memory, he seemed a little uncomfortable.

"The world is broken, where can I still call it the sword head?"

"The sword is broken."

Chongming shook his head.

"But you are still here!"

"The Xuantian Sword Head has always been passed down from generation to generation. You have to hold on until you find the next sword head!"

"Speaking of it."

It thought about it.
Chapter completed!