Chapter 618

Late at night, in the classical bedroom of wangquan villa.

The fire burned slowly, not making a crackling sound, which brought warmth to the whole house.

Several white haired old people sat in the room, surrounded by the brazier, like mortal old people talking about the past by the fire on a cold night.

But in this house, they are all the peerless strong men who once awed one side.

Despite the opposition of the wind, court and clouds, the overlord of imperial power came down from his bed and sat there trembling, but he couldn't stop smiling on his face.

"Big brother..."

He was surprised to see the old man who came to the door. He would not admit that he was older than he looked. This is the sunset. No one can have his artistic conception.

Several other people were also surprised to see the old man supported by the red haired girl. They were shouted up in the middle of the night. They were still angry. Unexpectedly, it was the eldest brother who came.

Yang yisighed. Now he has silver hair and white hair, no longer has the luster of the past, and his face is wrinkled. Only the heavenly eyes on his forehead are still bright. His magic power and body are also declining rapidly in recent years. "Brother, I still want to go to Tu mountain to see you."

He is now the best person in the mask group. He can barely walk around by himself. He wanted to go to Tushan before, but he came here first when he heard that the overlord of the king was critically ill.

"Brother, you look older than me, ha ha."

The shepherd smiled and said that he was a body refining monk. Although his accomplishments were not high, he was still healthy and able to take care of himself.

"Brother, I've studied a new magic weapon again. Do you want to see it?"

With a smile in his muddy old eyes, Li quyun sat in a wheelchair and was pushed by future generations of the family. His body was getting worse day by day. This time, he was rejected by many people, but he still came because he felt that his time was running out.

His brother, Li Zizi, died in his bed last winter.

Lu Chen looked at the old friends in front of him and sighed. For the first time, he felt the ruthlessness of the years, "they are old, they are old..."

Painted pear clothes helped him sit down on the chair prepared by fengtingyun. Hot tea was boiling in the hanging basket above the brazier, and the air was filled with the fragrance of spirit tea.

Hua Liyi didn't speak. Just as Feng Tingyun took care of the king and other old people, she took care of Lu Chen. She knew that her husband wanted to say goodbye to the old people.

Lu Chen looked at the campfire and asked suspiciously, "where's the little sister?"

Before coming, he heard that in addition to the hegemony of the king, there were four people alive in the mask group. Now why do you only see Yang Yitan, Li Quzhuo and Mu Shenqi?

The king was silent and said to Feng Tingyun, "go and tell her that the eldest brother is here. It may be the last time to meet."

Feng Tingyun nodded and left the room. Of course, she informed Wang quanzui before, but Wang quanzui didn't come.

After a while, the door was pushed open again. The cold wind blew indoors, but there was no figure outside.

But obviously, people have arrived. Lu Chen feels the breath of people outside the door, as if with hesitation. The threshold is like a natural moat.

"Little sister, don't you want to see me?"

Lu Chen spoke softly and slowly.

"Big brother, I know you're still alive. Little sister is very happy. Talk to your brothers. I'm a little sleepy and want to go back to bed."

Wang quanzui's voice was different from Lu Chen's memory. It was a little hoarse.

Wang Quan Baye sighed, "come on, little sister, everyone is like this."

The people outside the door seemed to hesitate for a while before they summoned up their courage and came with the long sleeves of Taoist robes covering their faces.

Everyone looked at the king drunk, and the wind court cloud closed the door to keep the warmth.

A little later, the king was drunk, sighed, put down his hand and looked at Lu Chen, "big brother, third brother, fifth brother, sixth brother... Long time... No see."

But I haven't seen you for a long time. The last time I saw you was 30 years ago.

Lu Chen and others know why Wang quanzui doesn't want to meet you. The woman in front of us is already a rickety old woman, no longer young, beautiful and spiritual.

The most important thing is that we can't keep it in the world. Zhu Yan leaves the mirror, flowers and trees.

Wang quanzui sat down in his seat. "I don't want to meet you again like this."

Lu Chen shook his head and said with a smile, "in my opinion, you are still that naughty little sister."

He pointed to himself. "As for the horror of appearance, I am the first."

His self deprecating words eased the atmosphere in the house a lot. This is not empty words. Although we are old, we are still like normal old men and women.

But Lu Chen is like a corpse, not like a living person at all.

In the room, everyone chatted one by one. From the initial long separation and estrangement to the later enthusiasm, they recalled the youth when they once crossed the mainland.

Beside the stove, Lu Chen took out the sunset gourd, but put it away again.

Looking at the old faces, he remembered a sentence.

And try new tea with new fire, and poetry and wine take advantage of time.

The original youth, really only once.

Fortunately, we have no regrets.

A group of old men and women chatted in the house until dawn. Finally, they dispersed, leaving only Lu Chen and the king overlord lying on the bed again in the room.

The body of the king didn't allow him to get up, but he couldn't accept meeting his old friends, but he lay in bed.

At sunrise in the morning, the first glimmer of light in the sky shines on the old face of the king.

King Quan Baye looked at Lu Chen by the bed and said, "brother, but I don't want to go this time."

"Do you have any wishes?"

Lu Chen asked.

The king's hegemony gently shook his head, "no, your son is very proud of me. If huaizhu can see his achievements today, he must be happy. This huge King's villa is not afraid of the interruption of inheritance. There is no regret in this life."

He smiled. "Finally, I'm satisfied to see my brother again."

Lu Chen felt that the life breath of imperial hegemony was disappearing rapidly, and knew that his Shouyuan had really come to an end.

It's wonderful. In the fox demon world, he will one day sit at the head of someone else's bed and send his old friend to die.

It's really sad. No one can escape life and death.

The king's overlord shakily opened the quilt and took out a sword scabbard and bamboo flute from the side. His eyes were full of memory, "Huai bamboo... I'm coming... To see you."

Your earthly hero, whose sword intention has been repaired to the first in the world, has come to you.

Lu Chen said quietly, "... Ba ye, do you want to meet Huai Zhu again in the next life?"

The turbid old eyes of the king's hegemony were confused, "big brother?"

"It's just a try to add some fate to you."

As Lu Chen said, he took the scabbard, engraved words on it, and at the same time, he used the mysterious method to connect the magic weapon with the soul of the imperial power. In this way, when he went down to the yellow spring, he would take the scabbard like Tu Shan's magic weapon.

He has been in Tushan for so many years, and has done the experiment of delivering magic weapons on the reincarnation platform. Naturally, he understands the mystery.

Wang Quan Baye smiled, "thank you, brother..."

He didn't think he had no reincarnation and continued fate. He could still meet huaizhu in the next life. They were all human beings, and Tu Shan couldn't do it.

Eyes slowly closed, consciousness gradually silent.

Lu Chen got up and left the room. He didn't interfere with the idea of the huangquan people to bring people, which would be counterproductive.

If he doesn't do anything, the scabbard will reach the right person and fulfill his wish to dominate the industry.

The reincarnation of the yellow spring has been healthy for many years, and it seems that the yellow spring family has a new master through the news inquired by the painted liyituotu mountain fox demon.

With the fall of the ten halls of hell, there is no need to say more about who is the strongest of the huangquan family except the ancestor of the xuansnake.

Wumu, it's not too much to help the descendants of your family, isn't it?

Outside the door, fengtingyun and wangquan drunk stood waiting, with tears in their eyes.

"Go and see your master."

Lu chenting patted on the shoulder.

Feng Tingyun wiped her tears and knew that the master should die. She must be strong to complete the mission given to her by the master.

After the funeral, she will take half of the royal family to the frontier fortress. From then on, her surname is Quan and she is the owner of Quan's family.

Lu Chen knew it clearly in his heart. He had known it in his chat with the king's overlord last night. He was noncommittal about the judgment of the king's overlord.

This is the last sword that the old swordsman cut for the world. The king wants to protect the future.

Painted pear clothes left with Lu Chen. He still had a few places to go.

A day later, deep in LianWu mountain, next to the lake courtyard.

The man who was chopping firewood stopped his knife and suddenly looked behind him. He was puzzled for only half a breath, so he knelt down, "master!"

Lu Chenxu raised his hand, "mi'er, you are very good. As a teacher, I didn't expect you to be able to cultivate to such a level."

He also really sighed. In front of him, Yang Mi looked like a young man, similar to the beginning of the Oriental month and the wealth of royalty. It was obviously a performance only when his cultivation had reached the realm.

He didn't expect that his little apprentice would grow to this level one day. The level of artistic conception of knife technique was almost the same as that of entering the world.

Yang Mie seems dull and dull, but he doesn't want to be stupid. He practiced his knife in the deep mountains, but he developed his skills.

Even if the wealth of the East and the right of the beginning of Yang is not necessarily better than contempt.

Yang Mi got up in surprise, "master, you were still alive!"

He has lived in the mountains for a long time. In addition to going to the cave for worship at a fixed time every year, he doesn't go out on weekdays. Therefore, he doesn't know the decisive battle between Tu Shan Dongfang and the Lord of demon alliance at the beginning of the month, nor the news that Dongfang sunset is still alive.

Emerald jade mingluan floated out of the lake and was surprised to see Lu Chen, "is it the son of sunset?"

She saw Lu Chen's painted pear clothes holding her hand again. Without doubt, she quickly saluted respectfully, "thank you for your kindness."

After the mutiancheng incident was over, she realized that she and Yang Mi were almost in danger. If she was invaded by Jin Chenxi, it was hard to imagine what would happen.

Lu Chen waved his hand and looked at Yang Mi with appreciation in his eyes. "It's good to live here."

Before Lu Chen came, he wanted to give Yang Mi some more advice and explain something. At this time, he didn't want to say anything.

If you have the strength to run the world, do you have to go out of the mountain for the country and the people? It's not necessarily. If you like it, you can live here, which is the best.

Yang Mi nodded stupidly, "listen to the master."

After visiting Yang Mi, Lu Chen and Hua Liyi set out on the road again to Shenhuo villa.

When the people of Shenhuo villa saw Lu Chen, they were pleasantly surprised and wanted to beat gongs and drums. The old concierge shouted all over the courtyard, "the eldest childe is home!"

Lu chensi wanted to go, but he decided to make Shenhuo villa the last stop. Dongfang qinlan is not here today, but Dongfang qinlan has not passed away.

He and painted pear clothes entered the bedroom and saw the old woman leaning against the head of the bed.

There is a small table on the bed. There are all kinds of snacks and even roast chicken on the small table.

At this time, the old woman seemed to be eating. The old right hand held a chicken leg and chewed it halfway in her mouth. When she saw Lu Chen and painted pear clothes pushing the door in, her action stopped instantly.

Lu Chen was also stunned. Before he came, he was ready in his heart and thought of a sad farewell. He said some gentle words in front of the old man's bed and asked him what else he wanted.

Unexpectedly, Dongfang qinlan is over 90 years old and has such a good appetite. She is eating a lot.

Sure enough, the soul of eating goods is the most powerful.

"Yiyi sister?"

Dongfang qinlan put down her chicken legs and didn't feel embarrassed in front of her old best friend. It's better to say that she never felt shy when she was seen because of her ugly appearance.

He picked up a paper towel and wiped his mouth. He smiled and said, "sister Yiyi, I didn't come to see me for so many years. I thought you were afraid of embarrassment, ha ha."

She looked at Lu Chen, "hee hee, little sunset, how do you look older than me? Can you still eat?"

Then she picked up a new chicken leg and waved, "do you want to eat?"

Lu Chen was in a daze for a few seconds. "I still don't eat."

He can't eat now. His digestive system has long collapsed. Fifth, his body organs are basically useless.

Dongfang qinlan shook the chicken leg and took another bite. It looked like it was really delicious. "I know what you want to do here. I don't have any wishes. I'm in good health. I want to see my daughter-in-law come here to offer tea than you."

As she said that, a trace of cunning appeared in her eyes, "tut tut Tut, my two sons can, one of them came to the fourth master of Tu mountain, the other came to the great master of Tu mountain, and they are also the strongest experts in the world. This Oriental family can't write history for me?"

Drawing pear clothes and smelling the speech were also a little embarrassed, "what did Qin LAN say?"

Dongfang qinlan looked at the crimson painted pear clothes, turned over and came down from the bed. As she said, she had a great body. She walked to the painted pear clothes and flirted with the chin of the painted pear clothes. "Hee hee, Yiyi sister, I regret more and more now. Why didn't Xiao sunset recognize a godmother in those years? It must be fun."

Seeing the embarrassment of painting pear clothes, she said with a smile: "well, I'm kidding."

She just didn't want the atmosphere to be so heavy. She took the painted pear coat and sat down on the chair in the room. "Tell me, how did that smelly boy catch up with your sister at the beginning of the month?"

The eight trigrams were specially made to show. Lu Chen looked at this scene and smiled knowingly.

It turned out that Qin Lan was the happiest person in recent years.

For more than 90 years, she was still the gossip girl who loved to laugh and eat and never grew up.