Time passes quietly, years pass by in a hurry, time flies by infinitely, time no longer repeats, and memory gradually becomes yesterday forever.
Two thousand six hundred and twelve years later, in the Emei region, in a certain city and countryside.
"Brother, fry it."
Taking the hot fried paper bag, the white-haired old man happily ate it, as if he were a child.
Under the green willow tree, this old man with a kind and gentle face was sitting on a couch, blowing the breeze, facing the endless green fields, and was in a good mood. The old woman with the same white hair next to her was holding a bowl of tofu and eating it deliciously.
"Brother, I went to the Great Wilderness Sword Ancient Sect two days ago. After death, Ah Yi still returned to the ruins half-way. After so many years, he has not made any progress. When I saw him, he was lying next to Ouyang's grave eating fried chicken legs like crazy. He He told me he was going to die after eating and drinking enough."
After the old woman finished speaking, she raised her head and said with contempt: "Brother, do you think he is a salted fish?"
After hearing what his sister said, the white-haired old man holding the fried food scratched his head and didn't know how to answer it for a while.
After all, if Ha Yi was a salted fish, wouldn't he be a salted fish's eldest brother?
This is not okay. If you tell me, you will lose face.
The old man very wisely skipped this topic, and then smiled at the old woman:
"Tomorrow is the boss's birthday. Let's bring some pornographic books to burn. When we go there, remember to avoid the graves of the three mistresses. I'm afraid they will kill the boss down there if they see it."
"Oh, okay, brother." The old woman nodded repeatedly. Although she was old, she still had a girl-like agility in her eyes, and she seemed to have been well protected.
At this moment, while using a spoon to dig into the white and tender tofu puffs, she happily continued chatting with the old man:
"Brother, I suddenly had a strange feeling when I was meditating last night. I can't describe it in words. Do you think I'm about to return to the ruins?"
Hearing this question, the old man looked at his sister in surprise.
Although my sister's talent began to become mediocre more than two thousand years ago, fortunately, she has worked hard in practice. Now, after more than two thousand years, is she finally going to break through and return to ruins?
While thinking, he shook his head.
"I don't know much about cultivating immortals. How about... let's go find someone to ask?"
"Ah?" The old woman was stunned for a moment, then she held her tofu bag and looked thoughtful:
"We have both retired for so many years. Among our former relatives and friends, Ha Yi is the only one who is still alive. Brother, do you want to ask Ha Yi? I promise, you can't ask anything. He is almost crazy now."
Hearing this, the old man felt dumbfounded.
The most recognized person in the Three Thousand Continent is now the ancestor of the Great Wilderness Sword Sect, Ah Yi, the veteran swordsman who spends his days in front of his deceased wife's grave, eating and waiting for death and cooking barbecue.
I remember that many years ago, people with amazing talents and beauty often came from other continents to challenge Ha Yi to achieve enlightenment. But in the end, no matter who he faced, Ha Yi could only use one sword, and he could be defeated with one sword. All the heroes in the world.
Over time, no one in the world came to challenge Ha Yi. Everyone recognized him as the strongest person in the Three Thousand Continent. All the heads, sect masters, geniuses, and powerful people could not even see Ha Yi's underwear.
And this is mainly because everyone does not know that Lin Xiaolu and Xiao Yuer are still alive. If Lin Xiaolu takes action, let alone a sword, he can make Ah Yi use the sword until he cries!
In the quaint courtyard, the white-haired Lin Xiaolu finished eating the fried fish, and then leisurely drank the sour plum soup on the tea stool beside him. While drinking, he said:
"Hayi still has some methods, but like you, sister, he is a person who has talent and strength, but knows nothing about theory. He doesn't even know why he is so good. So, sister, you are right, it is useless to ask him .”
"Then why don't we go back to Emei tomorrow to visit Master's grave and ask the current head?"
"Okay, by the way, who is the current leader?"
Lin Xiaolu has not returned to Emei for a long time.
In front of him, Xiao Yuer tilted his head and thought for a moment, then frowned thoughtfully and said:
"It seems to be Chen Nianyun's great-granddaughter, named Chen Zezhi."
After saying that, Xiao Yuer couldn't help laughing.
"We in Emei don't know why. Since the head sister, every head has been a girl, and none of them are the strongest in the sect. This seems to have become a tradition in Emei."
She clasped her hands and counted: "Master was the strongest when my sister was here, my brother was the strongest when I was here, then Zhou Dafu, the first warrior master in the history of Emei, and then Xiao Hong'er was the strongest when Dafu was here. Then there is Xiao Jian Ning, and when Xiao Jian Ning was there, Xiao Er Mo was the strongest. And now, the leader has passed to Chen Zezhi's generation. Xiao Jian Ning went into seclusion and became the ancestor, while Xiao Er Mo is making trouble in the devil's way. Doing all kinds of shitty things."
Seeing Xiao Yu'er talking about his daughter, Lin Xiaolu couldn't help but laugh.
"How is Xiao Jianning doing?"
"Still in seclusion." Xiao Yu'er teased Lin Xiaolu: "Brother, you don't know how you kissed your daughter? You have been a practicing fanatic since you were a child. After passing the throne to Chen Zezhi, that girl couldn't wait to start seclusion. She vowed to Breakthrough and return to ruins.”
Hearing his sister's words, Lin Xiaolu smiled noncommittally.
He has two children, Lin Jianning and Lin Ermo.
Currently, the eldest daughter Lin Jianning is in seclusion in Emei, and the youngest son Lin Ermo is the number one sand sculpture in southern Xinjiang, and he has the Black Blood Emperor's coffin in his hands. He has been making trouble in southern Xinjiang all year round, and he has perfectly inherited the temperaments of himself and his wife.
Under the willow tree, Lin Xiaolu, who had finished talking and laughing, drank the sour plum soup and then lay down quietly, swaying in the rocking chair and looking at the sky.
After a long time, he suddenly said:
"Sister, I feel like my end is coming soon."
Xiao Yuer:? ? ?
The old woman was slightly stunned and looked at Lin Xiaolu in disbelief.
On the chair, Lin Xiaolu looked at the blue sky a little tiredly, and said with a gentle expression:
"Don't become Guixu, it's too late.
After I die, I don’t know where I will be born, and then I will enter the next life. After that, I will kill a group of people, new parents, new relatives and friends, until the end, I will live forever.
This is my life and my destiny. "
After saying that, the elderly Lin Xiaolu stood up and walked towards the farmyard in the distance, while Xiao Yu'er looked at his back with heavy and decisive eyes.
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When entering the main room, the first thing that catches the eye is a wall full of wooden tablets for spiritual tablets.
These wooden signs are arranged in an orderly manner on the wooden frame. Each sign has a different name written on it, and there is a golden lotus with a red wax wick in front of it.
Wearing a worn-out monk's robe that was fully patched, he wiped the old but still clean "Emei" embroidery. The aged Lin Xiaolu stood in front of the memorial tablet, his gentle eyes scanning the names on each wooden plaque in turn.
This is what he does every day. Looking at the familiar names on the wooden plaques, he seems to see the smiling faces of each wooden plaque owner and every happy past scene with them.
