It was night, with stars everywhere, and it seemed to be within reach of Tianshou Mountain.

The door opened in the sound of "Ga!", and the old man stepped out and tightened the door latch, as if he had been used to in the past to prevent the mistakes he had made. The low profile left by his hunched figure in Mo Ye seemed to be carrying the heavy weight of the years and the months in an instant.[]

The old man Wu Zong came to the frivolous debt behind the star. Looking at the graceful and long body line of the woman in front of him, there was no hope or evil spirit about the world. On the contrary, for this delicate back, there was a distant respect in his eyes.

He was separated from Song Zhen with his back to him by two steps, and he did not move forward again. He stood there almost stubbornly. In his tone, there were some subtle movements that he rarely had at his age. "I don't remember the last time I felt such a similar breath, when... But this feeling was so clear that almost when you appeared, I smelled that breath at the first time, unique... So are you from that place too?"

When talking about "that place", the old man's eyes were prominent and wide, and the bright white eyes were covered with fine red silk in an instant.

If the young man named Zongshou saw it, he would probably find that in his sixteen years of dependence on him, he had never seen him express such a frightening expression, that way, as if he had fallen into a terrible fanaticism about something. The deep inside his throat, like a helpless drowning man, was hoarse and sound like a grimacing sound like a grimpan Leishi. It was like a pitiful sound from a duck that was pinched to his throat.

He had seen the power of people coming from "that place", so he knew clearly that for anyone who longed for strength and ambition, there was a huge amount of you who had to get to the point of being broken. Even in order to obtain that power, he could do anything, including killing his closest relatives, if there was such a need.

The practitioner's desire for power is like an addict to a poppy. Once touched, it is like a spell, and it is difficult to be liberated in eternal life.

As time goes by, he once thought that what made him go crazy and want to get at all costs gradually became things that would never be touched in his entire life. He began to become disheartened and did not touch the "unknown land that could allow him to reach the new shore. He began to hide his desire, and this would last for decades.

But now, the man from "that place" has reappeared in the world. The fanatical desire in his heart almost burned his eyes seemed to be rekindled again.

His eyes were filled with fine blood vessels again, and the tiny blood was burning in the tiny blood vessels.

Song Zhen's eyes, which were always closed, opened like a gem at the next moment, lit up Mo Ye, "Thirty years ago, he came to Dongtu and said that he had collected a servant here. He had violated a very serious ban, and even granted you martial arts by himself... I guess you are that person."

When he mentioned the "he" in Song Zhen's mouth, the old man suddenly started to move, his voice trembling with unfiltered trembling, "Master, now, is he back to the "unknown place"? Does he still remember me? This time you came here, did he ask you to pick me up?"

"So it's... like this..." Wu Zong was slightly stunned, then his eyes were filled with tears, and soon he slid down his wrinkled eyes.

At this point, Song Zhen turned around and walked towards his room. A stern voice sounded like a fog in the fog, "Remember, if you violate the ban, you will die sooner or later. The difference is only a matter of time.

The old man Wu Zong bowed deeply to Song Zhen’s back, "It is enough for the old medicine to live here. After the grudges tomorrow are over, you can be free of worries and follow the Lord at any time..."

On the cold night, not only Yang Ze did not sleep, but also Zong Shou, the fat black boy beside him, did not fall asleep.

They lay on the board, passed the door and looked at the two people in front of the cliff square.

Because the night is quiet, all the sounds outside are not hidden from their eyes and ears.

Song Zhen seemed to have no intention of hiding from the two men who were not threatening, but her figure as if wrapped in cold fog came to Yang Ze's door, stared at him through the gap, and then walked into his room.

The young Zong Shou heard the voice of a young man who was in a cold voice, "This sister is really terrible, why are you with her?"

Yang Ze was amused and crying, "Do you think I have a choice? Tell you that I was forced to believe it?"

The fat black young man Zong Shou looked at Yang Ze very carefully, then nodded with sympathy.

Then half of Zong Shou's face disappeared in the shadows outside the window where the moonlight could not shine, and said, "This old man has always been extremely strict and harsh. He often calls me around and beats me, but unexpectedly, he will cry. Why is it so strange that I am."

Yang Ze was amused by the interesting relationship between the couple. He looked at Wu Zong, the old man who was lonely outside looking at the moon, and murmured, "Although I don't know this old man, I think an elderly person will shed tears. The jar that was holding wine in his heart must have broken."

"kindness?"

"In this life, people are like brewing wine. Happiness and sorrow are brewed in a jar of wine. As they get older, they may not need to be sweet and spicy, but they will definitely become more mellow and fragrant. The power does not need to be fuller, but they must be refined and strong. Once the jar is broken, everything will be gone."

Zong Shou nodded, and opened his white teeth, "What you said makes sense, but this old man, isn't I still there? Even if he is worried that he can't catch fish, I will support him for the rest of his life."

Yang Ze did not continue, but just pushed the fat black boy from the quilt and said, "Can you go over? I'm almost out of the way. Look at your old man who is extremely thin, I think the family's harvest is not good, why are you so fat?"

The young man soon forgot his worries, and Zong Shou grinned his white teeth again, "The old man said I have been eating potatoes since I was a child..."

Fanxing, mysterious old man, black fat boy.

This is the last quiet night in Tianshou Mountain.

Qidian Annual Meeting, I am in Shanghai. I know that many people are asking for leave today, but we don’t ask for leave. Our update (this is a bit of a draw).

This chapter is almost coded. Although it is in the hotel, it feels very good and has the taste of what I want.

In addition, the new week has begun. This month’s monthly ticket is too sad and I have no idea. But you have to give me the fresh recommendation tickets every week.
Chapter completed!