"When the wind blows, will it be too late for the clouds to surging?"

"By the way, where did that kid choose?"

"When I go back to the Pavilion Master, the Young Master chose the Great Man, but did not choose the place where the Pavilion Master said."

"Big man? Humph! I don't know how stupid I originally wanted him to help me find a big trend. It's so stupid! Which place is not good to choose? Choose a big man?"

"People, will this be said too early? Although the young master's choice is not the best one, it is not the worst one?"

"No! No! The wood is outstanding in the forest and wind will destroy it. At this time, the turtle's win is actually the biggest winner. The Great Zhou, which is chaotic and chaotic, is also more likely to win than the Great Han!"

"People, you are making excuses and making trouble! How can you say this..."

"Hmph! So I am the Pavilion Master, you are not! Why? Do you still have any objections?"

......

The conversation between the two old men ended. They were chatting about major events in the world, but they were rolling up their trousers and hats, and weeding them in the fields sincerely. There were many elderly people of the same age around who were also doing the same things.

When I heard the conversation between the two, I was not surprised at all. I sneered speechlessly, "I'm sick again! I have to come this time every month, it's really nonsense! With this free time to chat, it's better to buy medicine early to boil it!"

"You old bastard, your teeth are almost gone, and you are still thinking about others. I think you are interested in my land!"

The two old men with gray hair were just under the shade of the tree, and they started to curse each other with saliva...

The young man with gray hair and a slightly younger look was helplessly looking at the behavior of the two old children, sighing constantly, wanting to persuade him but not daring to persuade him.

"Hmph! Old slut, I won't argue with you today, there are guests at home to come! Maybe I'll have to go out for a few days, so you have to take care of the crops on my land for me!"

"I'll help you with your dream? Are your brains being detained by donkey basin?"

The old man did not continue to argue for the first time, and let the old man scold this and that behind him, and rushed home without looking back.

Before I could return to the not-so-dirty thatched hut, I saw a middle-aged man waiting there from a distance, with a serious look on his face.

Seeing that the person coming was him, the old man was so angry that his beard raised up, and he asked in great displeasure: "What are he here to do?"

The young man next to him immediately felt embarrassed, "Master, how could I know this? You should ask him about it yourself." After that, he ran towards the river, as if

It deliberately left space for the two of them to be alone.

After the old man approached, he directly asked, "What are you doing? If you don't stay in the Western Regions, what's the matter if you run to Zhongzhou? Are you not afraid of death?"

The middle-aged man did not answer, but saluted the old man, then smiled slightly, "Senior brother, long time no see."

When the old man heard the words "Senior Brother", he snorted coldly, and his face seemed to be a little resentful, but it didn't happen. He pointed to the table and chair under the tree next door, "I've come here, how can I chat?"

The middle-aged man nodded and followed the old man with a smile on his face, just like a hundred years ago, he also followed his amazing senior brother like this.

Although he is now standing at the top of the five lands, he prefers to follow his senior brother.

The old man pointed casually and said, "Sit." Then he took the lead in sitting down, and the middle-aged man could only choose to sit opposite him.

"Tell me, what are you doing in Zhongzhou? You can't come here to die, right?" the old man asked directly.

When the middle-aged man heard such unhappy words, he was not angry and honestly replied: "Senior Brother, it's time to change people again."

When the old man heard this, he was stunned and asked in confusion: "So quickly? How many years have passed?"

"It's been ten years." The middle-aged man answered this question for the elderly.

I heard that it had been ten years since the old man's expression was stiff, "Is it so fast? It's been ten years? So I've been here for almost ten years?"

The middle-aged man nodded and said no.

The old man suddenly seemed to be trapped in memories, and he was in a daze for a while. After staying up for a long time, he thought about all the things that happened in the past ten years, except for taking up an apprentice, the rest seemed to be spent in this field.

"Senior brother, I pushed you to the position of the Lord of the Palace Ten years ago. Although you don't care about it, I hope you are still here in this term. A lot of things have happened in the past ten years. The second brother was seriously injured and his life and death are unknown. The tenth brother rebelled. Although he was blind, his strength has become even more diligent. He is only one step away from the Nine Realms. In addition, Zhongzhou has also scattered. This generation can no longer support the future of Zhongzhou..." The middle-aged man said in an extremely calm manner.

The old man was not moved at all after hearing this, and he said calmly, "What do you want to express when you say so much? Could it be that you want to be the palace master yourself?"

The middle-aged man shook his head directly, "Forget it, although there are four, this position is a bit too small. The fourth brother is so anxious. After the second brother retreats, he should have come on."

"So what do you want to express? Worry about this and that, let you go, but you don't want to, do you think you have it?

Sick?" the old man retorted with great disgust.

The middle-aged man thought about it and then smiled silently. It seemed that he was a little annoyed. Then he changed the topic, "Senior Brother, my junior brother has snatched an apprentice in recent years. His talent is far superior to you and me."

"Oh? Far beyond me, I believe, far beyond you? There are such people in the world?" the old man said in a little surprised.

The middle-aged man smiled, "I am not lying. At this time, he is already at the top of the younger generation. He is unattainable. He can break the mirror into the master at the age of 23. He has been suppressed for four years and has a very profound foundation. In the future, he will definitely move abnormally in the world when he enters the master. It is not impossible to enter the eight realms directly!"

"Is his name Hong Ran?" the old man smiled.

The middle-aged man nodded, "That's right, it's him. If nothing unexpected happens, he will be my handover in the future!"

The old man sighed and asked in great confusion: "What do you want to do? You have already started to think about your funeral? Do you think you are sick?"

The middle-aged man laughed and asked in a very calm manner: "Senior brother, how many years do you think a person can live at most? A hundred years or a thousand years? A hundred years or ten thousand years?"

"Unless you break through the shackles of Nine, it may be a little longer, but I feel that a thousand years is already the limit of our monks." The old man pondered for a while.

The middle-aged man nodded, "Where are you, senior brother?"

The old man suddenly looked up at the middle-aged man, frowned, then smiled, and shook his head, "At most, I'll have another 60% look at the secrets of heaven in this life. Now it's a retribution, but it's not a problem. Anyway, I should have lived enough!"

Hearing that there was only one Jiazi, the middle-aged man's expression suddenly became lonely, "Can't even a senior brother transcend this cause and effect?"

The old man nodded as expected, "Nonsense! How can you speak casually about the cause and effect of heaven and earth? Have you been kicked by a donkey in your mind?"

The middle-aged man was not angry and asked lightly: "Senior Brother, if I tell you, someone has lived for tens of thousands of years, do you believe it?"

"Ten Nian?" The old man sighed with a special sigh, "Do you really dare to think? Do you know what era was ten thousand years ago? It was an era of falling. The master of the Sun and Moon Sect, who was so amazing and beautiful, died. Who do you think can survive from in which era?"

The middle-aged man nodded with an extremely serious expression.

Seeing this nod, the old man's expression finally changed a little. He frowned, and then asked tentatively: "Is there really such a person? When did it happen?"

"Five years ago, but I guessed it too! But I'm sure it's all right!" replied the middle-aged man.

"who?"

"Heaven..."
Chapter completed!