But he was not doing it for these martial arts, but for the ghost inside.

Along the way, I saw many graves that had become low, perhaps because of the passage of time. They were covered with flowers and grass, and birds were chirping and butterflies were flying. It was really a wonderful thing, but it was a pity that I absorbed it.

The nutrients of countless corpses gave it such a brilliant color.

Just as he was walking in after smelling the incense, his expression suddenly changed. A cloud of green energy filled the hall. He even felt weak and weak, and the bright sun in front of him quickly darkened.

"No, the fragrance of this flower is poisonous!"

Sikong Zhaixing's heart tightened, and he quickly wanted to turn around and retreat, but it was too late. He only flew less than ten or twenty feet, and fell from the sky like a bird with broken wings, falling heavily to the ground.

When he was unconscious, his eyes widened and his whole body trembled, but there was a flower in front of him. He saw a figure appearing out of thin air a few steps away. This figure seemed to be wearing a black and gold robe, barefoot and with white hair scattered on the ground.

Like an old ghost in the forest...

"ghost?"

With this thought in his mind, Sikong Zhaixing fell unconscious.

The ghost in his heart walked closer, grabbed the unconscious person on the ground, turned around and walked deep into the forest.

It turns out that this is not a ghost, but a person, a man.

But it was said that the road was full of twists and turns, and there were hundreds of flowers at his feet. This man had already arrived in front of a wooden house and casually threw Sikong Zhaixing out.

On the wooden steps in front of the wooden house, there was another person sitting, a woman with green clothes and black hair. She said softly: "This person can actually walk a hundred steps into the forest of flowers. It seems that he must be a master of martial arts!"

"Probably so!"

The man responded.

The woman looked weak, as if she was tired, as if she was about to fall asleep. She huddled up, hugging her knees, looking at the flowers in the forest and the sunset on the horizon.

The man raised his sleeves, then sat down next to the woman.

"Sir, Ye'er can't comb your hair from now on."

The woman smiled and rested her head on the man's shoulder, as if she could barely hold herself back from falling down and sit down. It seemed that she was really tired.

The man did not hide. A hundred years later, this man had become like a brother and sister with him. He was silent for a moment and said warmly: "It doesn't matter, the ups and downs of this life are uncertain. It is better to say that I will accompany you for a journey, rather than that you will accompany me for a hundred years."

Time, but now, I can no longer keep you. Although I can keep your appearance unchanged and your vitality endless, your body has long been like a dead tree and a dead branch, no different from the living dead..."

The man paused and then continued: "...It's time for you to take a good rest!"

The woman sighed.

"Looking back on the past hundred years, my peers and I have come and gone, and only my husband and I are left. Haha, they must have never imagined that I could become close friends with my husband..."

The woman took a breath.

"Who in the world can witness the rise and fall of this world, but Ye'er has such a great blessing that no one else can envy him... We have known each other for so long, but I still don't know if Mr. Sir has someone he likes..."

The man was startled for a moment, then his eyes showed sadness. When he thought about it carefully, he found that his mind was already blurry. He smiled and said: "It seems, yes, it must be there!"

What he said was a little uncertain and hesitant.

The woman did not ask again, but smiled. She looked at the sunset on the horizon, half-closed her eyes, and said in a sleepy voice: "It's a pity that the peacock is not here. Otherwise, we can stay with Mr. and watch this big human world together."

…This Jianghu…it’s so fascinating that people will miss it…”

The man reached out and smoothed the messy hair from the woman's forehead, and sighed. In the blink of an eye, he smiled. His face was smiling, but tears filled the corners of his eyes. The tears froze in the blink of an eye and turned into ice particles falling.

Looking at the sunset on the horizon, he murmured: "Yes...this river and lake...isn't it so nostalgic..."
Chapter completed!