Birth, old age, sickness and death are inevitable. There may be a length of life, but no matter how long it is, as long as you still walk between the three realms, there will always be a day when the deadline is approaching.

Returning the soul to the earth is the end of a cycle of reincarnation and the beginning of another cycle. But the most sad thing in the world is that you have too many regrets and regrets in this life, which makes people unwilling to close your eyes, but don’t know how to continue living.

This is true for Lao Lu.

Once a young man from the mountain village, he went into the mountain to pick woodcutter and accidentally crashed into the immortal gate. He had no teacher or guide. He relied on his animal nature in his bones and climbed to a position that ordinary people could not reach with the way of preying on the weak.

Fortunately, Lao Lu's conscience has not yet faded, and the prodigal son finally turned around and did not fall into the devil's way of forgetting human nature.

But unfortunately, because his conscience has not yet subsided, he has repented and found that he has done too many things that have not been worthy of being a son or a husband, and he cannot let go of it.

Time cannot be reversed, and all he has left is regret. He cannot harden his heart and cannot have any distracting thoughts. He cannot understand both good and evil. He can only scold himself over and over for the rest of his life.

But such scolding is meaningless, because no one who should hear it can hear it.

The wind was wrapped in yellow sand, and the old robes were blowing.

Lao Lu, who was full of twilight, held a long sword and leaned against the carriage, staring at the flowing clouds in the sky, recalling the youthful recklessness in his mind, but his waist could not stand up any longer.

In the carriage separated by a wall, Zuo Yunting put the summer talisman on his forehead, wrapped it with a blanket, trembling with cold, and still refused to come out to bask in the sun. He found that Lao Lu had not made any noise for a long time, so he asked:

"Lao Lu, why are you stunned?"

Lao Lu came back to his senses, and a smile appeared in the eyes of Duhuang Lao, and he said:

"I met my wife here back then. If I didn't encounter a great opportunity later, I would be so simple and unrestrained. Now I might just take my grandchildren out for a stroll, so how could I take you, a fool?"

"Hey?!" Zuo Yunting turned around and looked at the reflection in the carriage: "You are content. If it weren't for me, who would give you the last one in the future? I don't know how lucky I am..."

After chanting a few words, Zuo Yunting became interested again. After all, Lao Lu had never talked about his wife before. He asked:

"How did you meet Aunt Lu? Is it because you are shameless to see people look pretty and pester them all the time when you meet?"

Old Lu laughed, then sighed again:

"I didn't pay attention to these things back then, and I couldn't remember them. Anyway, I just met them like that. I didn't know what to think about when I talked for a few words, so I just wandered together and walked for several years."

"And what? Where did Aunt Lu go?"

"well……"

"Are you stupid in your qualifications? You have become an immortal, you can't keep up with me, and you don't want you anymore. You are unable to resolve your knot, so you become like this?"

Lao Lu hoped that this was the case. He had never wanted to mention it, so he said vaguely:

"Not it. I was really stupid at that time, and I let down other girls, and then I became like this and committed my own sins."

Zuo Yunting was quite concerned about this matter and said:

"I know I'm disappointed, but I didn't go over to apologize? My daughter's family is soft-hearted. No matter how big a mistake you make, as long as you sincerely repent and honestly compensate you, they will definitely forgive you. What's the use of hurting spring and tragic autumn here?"

Lao Lu shook his head and did not respond to this. First, no one listened to the apology, second, he owed not only his wife but also his parents who could not even find the grave. This debt cannot be paid off with an apology.

Zuo Yunting was bored in the carriage. When he had a topic, he turned into a close eldest son and kept guiding his old father who was trapped in love.

Old Lu listened quietly, his thoughts drifted back to his youth; just as he was wandering thousands of miles, Yu Guang suddenly discovered that something was watching him on a sand dune in the distance.

It was a woman, not far or near, and she couldn't see her face and figure clearly, but she could feel that she was laughing and waving to him.

Lao Lu's turbid eyes were instantly clear. In a blink of an eye, there was nothing on the sand dune again, as if what he had just seen was just an illusion.

“…”

No matter how old Lao Lu is, he is still at the peak of Youhuang, only half a step away from the jade stairs, so how could he have hallucinations?

When you see there, there is really.

Lao Lu groped out the ancient long sword in his hand and said:

"Don't walk around here, I'll go pee and soak it."

"Oh...well? Lao Lu, you were still in Qihuang Valley last time. How big is it to be if you hold it in for a long time?"

Lao Lu did not respond, and in a flash, he came to the sand dune he had just seen.

The dunes are not far from Huoka Valley, and the scorching sun almost makes the sand red. The scenery in the distance is twisted under the rising heat, and all you can hear is the sound of hot wind.

After looking around for a week, Lao Lu walked towards Huokaku along the traces on the sand. His steps seemed slow and fast. He had walked for several miles in an instant, until he saw a figure on the edge of the cliff of Huokaku.

The figure was no longer a woman, but a swordsman wearing a hat, sitting cross-legged by the cliff, with a pot of wine and two wine bowls on his left hand, facing his back to him.

When a swordsman draws his sword, he usually uses his right hand. He is not easy to poke on the left while sitting, but it is very smooth to sweep to the right. Therefore, putting the wine pot on the left and inviting someone to sit is an unexplained etiquette among the swordsmen in Zhongzhou.

Lao Lu didn't see the figure's face, but he had already recognized the person through the purple-green sword placed next to him. He walked to the cliff like an old man with his hands behind his back, sat down at the black basin below, and spoke:

"Lin Dajianxian, you are not dead yet, which is quite surprising."

Lin Zi's front face is only thirty or forty, but she is older than Qiu Fengqing and Lao Lu. When they first started to make a splash, they were already the Sword Emperor in Zhongzhou.

Lin Zifeng was not dissatisfied with this greeting and raised his hand to pour a bowl of wine:

"In the past, I thought you could be the number one person under Jiang Chengjian, but I didn't expect that after fighting the top thirteen, I disappeared and became so old. Compared to me, it's nothing unexpected for me to be alive."

Lao Lu was not in the mood to play the game as a riddle, and did not receive the wine bowl, and said:

"That woman was you doing the trick just now?"

"Who else can you change your temperament a lot and your heart is hard to resolve. In my opinion, there is only one word 'love'. If you can come here, it means I'm right."

Lao Lu obviously didn't like others to talk and laugh at such things. He held the hilt of the sword around his waist and said calmly:

"Are you finished?"

"Don't worry. I joined the Youying alien clan in the early years and knew some of the statements there. An immortal master who used to be in the south of Yuyaozhou was also in the Youying alien clan. He was kind-hearted and cherished talents. He would help the younger generation he liked within his ability. In this way, when the younger generation repented and wanted to make up for the past, he would have a chance to untie the knot."

Lin Zifeng looked at Lao Lu in a blink of an eye: "I think you are qualified to get into that senior's eyes. If you want to untie the knot, the only possibility is to go to the north to try it."

In order to save the past, Lao Lu asked countless people, but found nothing. Lin Zifeng felt that he should be ecstatic when he heard this news.

But what surprised Lin Zifeng was that Lao Lu did not react much, but just said calmly:

"Can't that immortal master also has the magical power of time going back to the time, and makes people return to the young man?"

Lin Zifeng shook his head: "It is impossible to reverse the current of time, but it is not impossible for anyone to reverse the cycle of reincarnation to make raw flesh. It is also possible that the immortal master can see far and help you retain the soul of an old friend and let you say something. I just show you a way. Even if you can't solve the mystery and apologize in person with your old friend, it will be better to complain to yourself for the rest of your life. Although the chance is slim, there is always a point. If you don't want this opportunity, I can go back and say to the immortal master and let him erase this matter..."

call out!

Before Lin Zifeng finished speaking, a sword sounded beside him, and the surrounding heaven and earth were frozen.

The blazing sun and the cracked earth seemed to be isolated from the world in an instant. You could clearly see the hot sun, but you were on the earth, but it seemed like you were in the cold winter.

Old Lu sat upright, his eyes were sharp, and he even said hoarsely with a bit of arrogance and cold blood that had been hidden for many years:

"I see that you have really lived enough, but I forgot how much I weigh."

Lin Zifeng's original intention was to hold Lao Lu back and said with a smile:

"I'm afraid that the last chance will be erased by that senior, it seems that you still care."

Lao Lu didn't say anything, but Chongxiao's sword energy had already responded that a swordsman should have...

call out--

The other side.

Shangguan Lingye flew to Huoka Valley. Because Zuo Lingquan and Xie Qiutao flew too slowly, they changed to one hand in the middle, pulling the two of them across the sky with thunder.

Zuo Lingquan had already adapted to the emergency acceleration, but Xie Qiutao was obviously caught off guard. He was pulled with his right hand and moved his whole body horizontally. His legs and chest were swayed by the wind, making a noise like "Yiyaya..."

The sea of ​​sand below became unsightly and could not see clearly at a rapid speed. The two of them felt the blink of an eye. Shangguan Lingye stopped and came to the back of a sand dune in the northeast. Before he could land, he heard the shout from afar:

"Protect the young master!"

"Who is coming?"

...

In addition, there are also the harsh sound of sword energy and the sound of talisman explosion.

Zuo Lingquan was not careless. After landing, he quickly hid his voice and leaned over and watched from the sand dunes.

Under the scorching sun, in the desert in the distance, more than ten monks in long robes surrounded a carriage with sharp blades in their hands, as if they were facing a great enemy.

The spirit beast pulling the cart has died, and there are two corpses upside it, which seems to be caused by a sneak attack.

In front of the convoy, a masked swordsman detoured at an astonishing speed. Whenever he set out his sword, one person fell down. The people in the convoy could not resist and could only hold on to the united sword formation and struggled to support it. However, judging from the current situation, it could not last long.

Shangguan Lingye's face darkened at first glance:

"It's the Qi family's member, the one in the middle is Qi Jia. I don't know who the opponent is?"

The distance was a bit far, and the scene was extremely chaotic. Zuo Lingquan couldn't see the specific face clearly. When he heard Qi Jia's name, his heart sank:

"Are Lao Lu and my cousin here?"

"Old Lu seems to be fighting with people in the direction of Huokaku. I don't know who it is in the carriage. Should I go and help?"

The reason why Shangguan Lingye asked Zuo Lingquan was because she and Zuo Lingquan wanted to hide their identity. Once they took action, they would expose their identity and current status. The danger of finding a place to bury the bones will double. It is very likely that they would have to give up the scheduled itinerary. It is related to Zuo Lingquan's opportunity, so it is naturally up to Zuo Lingquan to make the decision.

However, this question is obviously a bit redundant. Zuo Yunting must have followed Lao Lu. Not to mention the truth or falsehood of the rumor of the Immortal Sword. Even if there is a fairy sword waiting in the sand sea, Zuo Lingquan will not be able to stand by for safety reasons when he sees his brother being killed.

Zuo Lingquan glanced a few times and felt that his opponent Daoxing was a bit high. He might be injured when he hit Lingye head-on. He did not rush up directly, but instead signaled his eyes and sneaked against the ground with Shangguan Lingye, preparing to go around behind and give the other party a fatal blow.

The two were extremely fast and were not discovered by both sides of the battle, but when they were halfway through, they were shocked by a voice in the convoy:
To be continued...