"You, you, you... are you really junior brother? Zhang Xuansheng?"

Lin Guanghan's heart was trembling and he looked at the other person in disbelief.

The boy in front of him looked like he was only sixteen or seventeen years old, exactly the same as the junior brother in his memory. He still remembered the embarrassed look of the other party scratching his head when he laughed at the mistake of chanting scriptures.

But now nearly eighty years have passed, and he is already an old man in his early 100 years. Maybe he will be buried in a few years, but the junior brother is still like that back then, which makes Lin Guanghan a little confused for a moment.

"It's me."

The boy nodded, and did not stop the broom in his hand, cleaning the invisible dust on the ground.

"How is that possible!"

Lin Guanghan stood up in surprise. He remembered the rumors on the mountain a few days ago, saying that there was a demon in the cemetery. Could it be that he was talking about the boy in front of him?

Did he remember that my junior brother was dismissed down the mountain? When did he return to Huangting Mountain?

"What are you referring to?"

The boy's tone was dull, and the broom in his hand was neither slow nor slow.

"No, who are you? Which force sent it, and what purpose? Do you want to cholera, the Taoist heart of my Huangting Mountain Gate!"

Lin Guanghan calmed down slightly and asked again.

Yes, rather than believing that the young man in front of him was the stupid junior brother on Huangting Mountain back then, he would rather believe that this was another force who found a young man who was similar to the junior brother to ruin the Taoist hearts of the people on the mountain.

As the head of Huang Tingshan, he knew very well that practicing Taoism and martial arts and strengthening the body is indeed much longer than ordinary people, but it is impossible to be able to rejuvenate.

What's more, it's not good for those forces to choose old friends, and they have to choose the stupidest junior brother back then. You must know that even the younger junior brother cannot recite the Taoist scriptures thoroughly.

"Senior brother, why did you say this? Xuansheng returned to the mountain just to sweep the master's grave and live here."

The boy turned his back to Lin Guanghan, not caring that the other party had already raised his energy and was ready to go.

"Ha...you said you are Zhang Xuansheng himself, then do you know who was the last name of the senior brother you often reminded in the morning class of sword practice?"

Lin Guanghan didn't believe it and raised a question casually. These were all small matters from back then and would not be recorded. Years have passed, and even if the power behind this young man is great, it is impossible to find out.

The young man had a stiff body after hearing this, which made him even more sure of his thoughts.

But the next moment, the young man looked up at the maple forest outside the mountain. When the breeze blew by, he sighed softly: "Xuansheng has been stupid since childhood, and his memory is not very good..."

"Hehe... this kind of excuse is too much..."

Before Lin Guanghan could finish his sarcasm, the boy's next words left him where he stayed.

"...But I still remember those senior brothers who are good to me, Liu Beiqing, Chen Liyang, Li Feihua... It's a pity that I returned to the mountain a little late, so I also wiped the inscriptions of those senior brothers from time to time."

The boy's tone was emotional, not saying that anyone can live as long as Senior Brother Lin. Some people are talented and learn martial arts like walking on the road, while others can only get stuck in a certain realm for the rest of their lives.

"You... are really Junior Brother Xuansheng..."

The internal force that Lin Guanghan raised dissipated, and his energy seemed to have also dissipated. Then he smiled bitterly and shook his head, and sat directly in front of the master's inscription.

"Xuansheng is neither the elder of Huangtingshan nor the head of Huangtingshan. No matter in the past or now, he is just a small traitor. How can he be impersonated by others?"

The boy shook his head.

"Hey, Senior Brother Wang also passed away the previous year, and now we are the only two of us left in our generation."

Lin Guanghan recalled the past and felt very intimate when he looked at the boy in front of him.

When he was young, he was ignorant. He often laughed at his junior brother, but he had no malice. It was all a joke between his junior brothers. He also carried the other person to see a doctor when his junior brother's feet were tilted.

But unexpectedly, he was at this age and the last old friend in the world was the least optimistic junior brother back then.

His face was full of wrinkles, gray hair, and his powerful internal strength could not stop him from aging. This is the natural law of all things in the world. Neither the common people in the city nor the head of Huangtingshan, he could not resist it.

But the boy in front of him was just like that time, no, even seemed younger than when he went down the mountain. His time seemed to be stopped in the year when Uncle Song passed away. He still remembered that the sixteen-year-old boy said he wanted to keep a soul for Uncle Song and moved into the cemetery alone.

"Senior Brother Wang, the ghost stories he told were the most terrifying, but I didn't expect that now I was visiting his grave, but I didn't see him turning into a ghost to say hello to me."

The boy's cleaning movements were stagnant.

"Junior brother, how did you do it? Did you meet an immortal when you went down the mountain in the early years?"

Lin Guanghan couldn't help but ask after all, curiosity.

"have no idea."

But I didn't expect the boy just shook his head.

"I don't know? Junior brother, you are reborn and childish. How could you not know? What is the true meaning of the Taoist scriptures of Huangtingshan? I am aware of it?"

The young man shook his head, "Senior Brother, you know, I have always been dull. As for the true meaning of the Taoist scripture, maybe there is, or maybe there is no. Brother, you should be more thorough than me."

"Junior brother, you have never seen an immortal after going down the mountain?"

Lin Guanghan doesn't believe it.

"There are no immortals in this world. After I went down the mountain, I only saw the prosperity and loneliness of the world, and the ordinary life of all living beings."

The boy said, walking away, and the sound of the broom rubbing against the ground gradually fading away.

Lin Guanghan looked at the boy's back and was silent for a long time. Finally, he sighed, kowtowed a few times in front of his master's tomb, and left.

……………………

One day ten years later, it was raining heavily in summer. The boy sat under the eaves of the wooden house and looked up at the sky. He watched the raindrops fall. The noise of the rain falling to the ground in his ears made people calm down. He picked up a cup of herbal tea with foggy and tasted it lightly.

On the path of the cemetery, there was an old man wearing a straw raincoat walking towards the direction of the wooden house, which was so difficult.

"Bang--"

The old man finally walked under the eaves, sat down, and made a sound when the two jars of wine in his right hand fell to the ground.

"Junior brother, I'm here to have a drink with you again."

The head teacher of Huang Tingshan opened his mouth, took off his straw raincoat, and wiped his face wet by the rain with a Taoist robe with a good material.

“I don’t drink.”

The boy said lightly.

"I know, but today is the last time my senior brother has come to see you. Can't we make an exception?"

Lin Guanghan smiled bitterly on his old face.

The boy turned his head and looked at Lin Guanghan quietly. The rain kept falling, as if there was only that kind of sound left in the world.

After a moment of silence, the boy sighed, "Senior Brother, your deadline is here."

"You can see that the next head teacher chose a disciple from another generation. Liu Buhui is an excellent child. I hope he can do better than me."

"Senior brother actually did a good job."

"Oh, it's true that everyone says that the emperor and the ministers are the same. What's the point of saying that is true. What's the good thing about those monks?"
Chapter completed!