On the table are three oil lamps and a pot of refreshing tea. In addition, there are only pens, ink, paper and inkstones, and thick scrolls.
"The pair of glasses you asked someone to come here are very useful."
Xu Wenji took off his glasses and carefully wiped the lenses.
Glasses are not uncommon. They were found in various places more than a hundred years ago, but the glasses made by Qi Changfa are extremely precious and rare.
Over the years, he has only made a few pairs, one of which has sent Shuiyun Pass.
"You always need it..."
Looking at Xu Wenji who was old before the case, Yang Yu felt a little sour.
Hunchbacked, fireworks, deafness, loss of both qi and blood, and a dull qi...
In his eyes, Xu Wenji is like a candle fire that is about to be extinguished under the strong wind, as if it is not extinguished.
In fact, in the book of life and death, the old man in front of him has only more than four years left.
This was many years ago when he came here to heal his wounds and eliminated the serious illnesses for many years. Otherwise, thirteen years earlier, his life would have ended...
"Northwest Road has done a good job over the years, at least, better than I did back then..."
Putting on glasses, Xu Wenji looked at Yang Yu and felt a little moved:
"More than forty years have passed, and you are still so young. The wonders of martial arts and the wonderful practices are truly amazing, but it's a pity..."
"You are old..."
Yang Yu's throat squirmed. He wanted to say something, but Xu Wenji pulled him to sit in front of the case.
This old man, who was known for his hardness, also let go of many things in his twilight years and spoke to the biggest and only rebel leader of the rebellion today.
This has been impossible in the past few years.
You know, because of political disagreements, he almost never interacted with his disciples such as Wang Muzhi.
On the table, files are piled up like mountains, all of which are Xu Wenji's records of the customs and customs of foreign races outside the border over the years.
Xu Wenji is becoming more and more rare.
From the distribution, habits, customs, education, customs, and even the conflict between slaves and nobles, the composition and structure of the royal court...
More importantly, he was some of his expectations and explanations about educating foreign races and eliminating the struggle between the two races.
Yang Yu listened quietly, responding from time to time, or adding oil to the oil lamp.
"The alien race outside the border is actually the same as us. The flesh and blood body is also good in nature. However, the outside world is bitter and cold, lacks clothing and food, and often dies if you don't fight. Over time, you become fierce and brave and aggressive..."
Xu Wenji sighed:
"Whether outside the border or outside the pass, what ordinary people want is nothing more than food and clothing. No parent will be willing to send their children to the battlefield..."
Yang Yu nodded, and when he saw that he could not help but yawn, he said:
"It's late at night, it's time for you to sleep."
"I have not succeeded in literature or martial arts in this life, nor have I succeeded in the legendary path of immortals and Buddhas. But after living for a long time, there are some subtle responses..."
Xu Wenji waved his hand and said:
"Although you are here today, I have noticed that someone is coming seven days ago, but I just don't know that you are the one who comes."
As if he was conscious, Yang Yu helped the old man up: "What do you have to say? Let's talk about it tomorrow, so you can rest first."
"You are here to prolong my life?"
Xu Wenji did not refuse, but suddenly spoke.
"I can't hide it from you."
Prison Yang sighed slightly in his heart.
Among Xu Wenji's destiny, there is "knowing the destiny of heaven". The so-called knowing the destiny of heaven is similar to the unity of man and nature. You can vaguely detect changes in the world, the rise and fall of individual fortune, and the life span.
“No need.”
Xu Wenji waved his hand and refused:
"I have done everything I should do.
For the rest of the time, I accompanied Xiuxiu and teased my grandson. After successfully completing this trip, it was time to go down and meet the emperor..."
Yang Yu wanted to force him to act, but Xu Wenji had already seen through his thoughts and glanced at him:
"What, you still want to knock me out?"
"Where can?"
Yang Yu smiled bitterly: "But, Xiuxiu is the only one older relative and her grandson is also young. How can you bear it?"
"Birth, old age, sickness and death are like this. I have lived for more than a hundred years, and I am more blessed than ordinary people. What are you not satisfied with?
Today, you can prolong my husband's life, but in the future, there will be Xiuxiu and his wife, and a few grandchildren have wives and descendants...
Even if you have the ability to be in heaven, what can you do?"
Xu Wenji sat down and took off his boots:
"Take these documents to Northwest Road and hand them over to Wei Zhengxian, and then call Mu Zhi and the others back to see me..."
Taking off his coat, he slowly lay down:
"Let's go, leave me a bit of decency..."
After decades of changes in the turmoil, he may have accepted the destruction of the dynasty that he had served for half his life, but his efforts finally came to an end.
Prison Yang was silent.
He raised his hand and knocked Xu Wenji out, but in the end, he didn't do anything, just bowed a long time:
"Goodbye to Master Xu..."
Yang Yu stayed in Shuiyun Pass for six days, and then went to the former Qisha King City, and now he stayed in Muhua City for seven or eight days.
More than ten days later, the dusty Wang Muzhi came.
"The book of Nailheads cannot lock Lu Chen, he has been prepared for it..."
Wang Mu's face was as deep as water.
Fangcun Mountain has been closed for more than ten years. In these ten years, except for the disciples of Wanxiang Mountain, most of his energy has been consumed on this nail-headed curse book.
However……
After taking the nail head curse, Yang Yu was not surprised. Lu Chen planned to plot against the old woman Liansheng for thousands of years. If he had not been so prepared, he would have been cursed and killed.
"The fog outside the square mountain has slowly dissipated, and may be opened soon. Are you sure?"
Wang Muzhi talked about the changes in the outside world, or Fangcunshan in recent years, and his expression was solemn.
Lu Chen's invitation has been spread all over the world. At this moment, there are many masters outside the frontier, and there are crowds of people outside the square mountain.
Even in the Four Seas Islands, there are masters coming from thousands of miles to watch the battle.
Among them, there are not a few Martial Saints and even Ten, including Qi Daoguang, Youlong, Jiang Wuyang, Cheng Yiyuan and others.
"It's meaningless to have no real fight and talk about the outcome."
Yu Yang didn't care much, so he took out a ginseng fruit and handed it to Wang Muzhi.
"The teacher won't accept it?"
Although it was a question, Wang Muzhi seemed not surprised and sighed with a complicated expression:
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"How can I forget all my life's hard work is devoted to this?"
Yu Yang was not surprised.
The hometown is hard to leave, and the homeland is unforgettable. After decades of coming to this world, he always thinks of his previous life whenever he dreams of midnight.
If people have the same heart, how can he not accept it?
I just feel sad...
"That day, I can't really learn from you."
Wang Muzhi received this ginseng fruit. Seeing the goshawk called by Yang Yu, hesitated again and again, but hesitated:
"The future is uncertain, and you cannot believe in all your supernatural powers. Lu Chen doesn't know life and death. If you don't go to Fangcun Mountain, he may not be able to do anything to you!"
Yu Yang did not answer, but asked back: "Did the senior brother have once again seen a corner of the future in the past ten years?"
Upon hearing this, Wang Muzhi couldn't help but remain silent.
For more than ten years, she has tried it several times a day, and there have been a glimpse of it, but...
"Fangcunshan, I have wanted to go there for a long time. Whether there is Lu Chen or not is going to go there. What is the outcome? I will finally have to fight!"
With a gentle click under his feet, Yang Yu had already risen to the flying eagle, and he left behind in the dust with the cry of the eagle:
"I've been holding him back for a long time!"
...
...
Northwest Road, the backyard of the royal palace.
"ah!"
With a scream, the old man in his sleep suddenly sat up. He gasped, his eyes were not focal, and beads of sweat as big as beans surged out from the pores all over his body.
"Are you having a nightmare again?"
He screamed miserably, but Grandma Yang didn't seem surprised. She put on her clothes and stood up, wiped his sweat with a handkerchief.
"Um……"
The old man looked ugly.
In the past two or three years, whenever he slept to the deepest, he would always wake up from his dream, but he didn't know what dream he had.
I only remembered a few intermittent languages ​​that he could not understand at all...
"Is it because you have gone too much in the sea of ​​laws?"
Grandma Yang felt a little distressed.
"Old man?"
The two masters of magic powers standing outside the door were at a loss and wanted to push the door but didn't dare. Just as they were nervous, they could not help but tremble when they heard footsteps coming from outside the gate.
"father?"
The gate of the courtyard opened without wind, and a boy about thirteen or fourteen years old opened the door and entered.
The young man has a slender figure, a nearly perfect body, and a handsome face that is as handsome as a god, not like a flesh and blood body.
Regardless of men and women, they will inevitably feel good about them when they see them.
But the two masters of magic power standing outside the door seemed to have seen the most terrifying thing, their whole body trembled and their backs were wet.
"I can't even see a door, I'm still the door god?"
Yang Jian looked at the two people standing guard in anger, and without scolding them, he went forward and knocked on the door:
"Dad, open the door."
Inside the room, the old man was still gasping for breath. Seeing Yang Jian, he hurriedly grabbed his palms, and his palms were cold:
"Remember! I remember that sentence!"
"Remember it all?"
Yang Jian's heart moved, and then he looked confused again.
Over the years, through the realm of Jiujiu Xuangong, he learned almost everything he taught by his elder brother, including ancient Taoist literature.
It's just this sound...
"You spoke?"
Yang Jian was a little surprised. If he hadn't seen his father's lips squirming, he almost thought his father wasn't talking at all.
"This dream will not happen in the future."
The old man suddenly spoke.
"Um?"
Yang Jian was about to ask why, but his shoulders sank.
"who?!"
His eyes condensed, and he was about to burst out when his blood and energy, which was as turbulent as the sea, suddenly dissipated invisible.
“Not bad.”
Looking at his growing younger brother, Yang Yu smiled slightly:
"Mother-in-law, I'm back."
"elder brother!"
"Little Prison!"
After reacting, the three people in the room were immediately overjoyed. Grandma Yang complained a little and held his hand.
On the other hand, Yang Yu opened his cuffs in a line and asked the old man to say what he had said before again.
He did not come suddenly, but heard the old man's shouting and the conversation between the two.
only……
The cuffs were as silent as if they were sitting and melted. Yang Yu released several spiritual qi in his left hand, but he did not respond.
"Take the ancestors of the divine literature? Haha, the meaning of this sentence is..."
When Yang Yu frowned slightly, a low and majestic voice came from his cuffs:
Chapter completed!