A little boy's eyes shiny, his blood boiled, his hands tightly squeezed, and he said firmly: "When I grow up, I will become such a practitioner."

The old man swallowed a sip of wine, looked at the little boy, raised his finger and shook it, and said, "Your parents don't care? And the girl from Yucheng's family, your parents have even delivered the gifts. I'll wait for you kid to marry a new wife in a few years and pass on the family line for them. Just be honest with me, don't just think about these things for me!"

As he said that, the old man finally raised his hand and trembled heavily on the boy's head, and a hint of gloom appeared in his pupils.

Thinking back then, he was like this little boy, his heart full of infinite longing, fantasizing that one day he would become an existence like that legend.

For this reason, he ran away from home, abandoned his fiancée, gave up his parents who raised him, and embarked on the road of seeking immortals and asking for the Tao alone.

Unfortunately, a statement of "no immortal roots" completely cut off his path of cultivation.

He had struggled, thinking that man was conquering nature, especially after hearing that in a distant area, a realm of ultimate enlightenment that was like him and had no immortal roots in his body, and became the master of swordsmanship that was unique throughout the ages, he was like a drowning man, holding tightly on a life-saving straw.

Regardless of whether it can save lives or not, at least there is a reason for this before.

The final result was that he returned to the village in disheartenedness.

His parents died, his fiancée had already had a lot of children and grandchildren, and his former relatives and friends were also lukewarm to him. This was the consequence of his impulse at the beginning.

The ups and downs of life are bitter and spicy, and the word "bitter" is entangled with him.

You think you can do it, you can do what others can do, and even do it better than others, but all of this may be your illusion.

Everyone has their own destiny, and God is destined.

In the dark, there may be an invisible force that has already arranged everything.

Everyone has their own destiny.

Perhaps his fate is here, telling stories to this group of children.

"Come on, take it all, everyone has a share. Thank you little guys for coming to accompany me, this old man."

The old man took out a square wooden carved box from under the table, placed it on the table, smiled at a group of children with curiosity in their eyes, and reached out to a little in the center of the box.

"Crack~Crack~"

A magical scene appeared, and the box seemed to be given a soul and moved by itself. A ripple appeared on the surface, sliding towards both sides of the children, revealing the statues inside.

One inch in size, carved is a young man in plain white clothes, lifelike.

Looking at the statues full of nostalgia, the old man waved and gave them statues to every child.

"Okay, let's get here today, hurry up and go back!"

It seemed that because the statue was sent out, the old man had no mood to continue talking for a while, so he waved his hand and asked the children to go back first.

The children were stunned when they were happy to receive the gift. The oldest boy turned his eyes and rushed forward, rubbed his shoulders and knocked his back with a smile.

The children realized that in order to satisfy their desire for stories, they would not go home so early.

One by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, is so attentive.

The old man stretched comfortably and said, "Comfortable, comfortable..."

"Grandpa Shun, be more comfortable... Let's continue talking..."

The old man did not feel disappointed at all. He looked up at the children's faces, squinted his eyes, stroked his belly and sighed: "I'm sorry, my old man is alone. After talking for a long time, the insects in his stomach started to scream. What should I do?"

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The boy who pinched his shoulders looked stunned. He glanced at the statue in his pocket, then gritted his teeth, and reached out his hand tremblingly to touch his arms.

Struggle, longing is just about shining on the face of a little boy at the same time.

"Shunzi, long time no see!"

At this moment, a warm voice sounded, and the children subconsciously looked back and saw the young man in blue clothes, wearing a white face and smiled on his face.

The man in green ignored the curiosity of the children, looked at the old man whose expression had turned dull, chuckled gently, and asked very gently: "Tell me, where are they?"

The old man suppressed his inner fear and said in a trembling voice: "You should know, where is this place?"

"Yes, how could I not know? I should have known more than a thousand years ago." The man in blue said with a smile.

"The whole family is happy, and the descendants are connected." The man in green stuck out his hand and placed it on the head of a little girl who looked like she was five or six years old.

"Do you know? I am very envious of all this. I have been given a mission since I was born, without companions, and without stories like you. All I have is endless cultivation, practice, and practice until I find you and get back what belongs to us!"

In the last sentence, the man in blue was a little out of control, and a faint seal pattern appeared between his eyebrows.

"pain!"

The little girl burst into tears, as if she was being pinched by the man in blue.

The man in blue lowered his head, stared at the little girl with a expressionless face, and said, "Do you know? When I was at your age, the pain I suffered was more than ten thousand times that of yours. The word "sin" on my eyebrows was always urging me and reminding me."

As he spoke, a layer of skin seemed to be peeling off the eyebrows of the man in blue, revealing a strange blood-red seal pattern.

At this moment, all the followers behind the man in blue stiffened their bodies, and then lowered their heads at lightning speed.

"Yin Xun, you can come to me, why bother to make things difficult for a child? She doesn't know anything!"

The old man rushed over immediately, reached out and wanted to take the little girl from Yin Xun's hand.

This was a subconscious action. It was not until the old man was about to come into contact with the little girl that the old man felt a little panicked and remembered the viciousness of the person in front of him.

But what surprised him was that he received the little girl safely and without any obstacles throughout the journey.

"Do you know the word "between my eyebrows?" Yin Xun pointed at the seal pattern on the eyebrows with his finger.

"Sin, the unforgivable sin is the most vicious word in this world. None of them, he tortured my tribe all returned to heaven and earth, and I am the only one who lives in the world. Do you know how I have lived for so many years?"

Yin Xun's face was distorted, and the sound of madness resounded throughout the courtyard.

"You are not allowed to bully Grandpa Shun!"

At this moment, a thin black boy stood up, holding a statue in his hand, with a serious expression.
Chapter completed!