Chapter 111 1 A

The farce in the Jishi Manor ended with Ning Zhumang's attack, which severely injured Long Congyun.

No one knew why the Great Sage of Medicine in Xuanhe Peak possessed such a powerful strength, but under his absolute suppression, the Linglong Pavilion would not have such a thing as before in a short period of time.

He managed to preserve his position as sect master, but this method was not wise enough in Xu Han's eyes.

Perhaps Ning Zhumang was really strong, but even Earth Immortals did not dare to say that they could suppress the entire Exquisite Pavilion by themselves. Even if they managed to rule like this, it was still a matter of time before the hearts of the people deviated, and it was only a matter of time before they collapsed.

Xu Han and Ning Zhumang did not have much contact. It seemed that this sect master's seemingly unruly appearance had a wise heart. Being able to make him do such a thing was clearly to the point where he had no other choice. And this Linglong might not be as sturdy as outsiders thought.

It would be convenient for someone to have this kind of open and secret battle, and it would probably be the same for Linglong Pavilion.

However, in the end, Xu Han was unable to interfere with these things because he wanted to do something to help Ning Zhumang, but with his ability, there was too little he could do.

The next day.

As usual, Xu Han arrived at the Zhong Manor and hated Zhong Chang for his comprehension and doubts about the Mountain Destroying Sword Technique from yesterday.

Zhong Changhen naturally knew everything and spoke without end.

Xu Han had benefited greatly from the end of his morning cultivation. Originally, he had intended to leave, but Zhong Changhen had left it behind abnormally, allowing him to leave after lunch. After a slight hesitation, Xu Han agreed.

"You went to JiShi Manor yesterday?" The dining place was chosen in the main room of the Zhong Manor. The surrounding waiters were all sent away by Zhong Changhen. When it was only him and Xu Han, the old man suddenly asked.

He suddenly left Xu Han behind today. Xu Han had probably guessed that he would ask about this matter. Therefore, after Zhong Changhen asked this question, Xu Han was not surprised at all.

"Yes." Xu Han nodded and replied. "Senior, have you heard of it?"

"Yes." Zhong Changhen nodded, "That child Ziyu told me yesterday."

"Senior, do you think the Sect Leader's actions are right or wrong?" Xu Han asked again. Apart from Sikong Bai, who was still in seclusion, Zhong Changhen had the highest status in the Linglong Pavilion. His standing in line might directly affect how long Ning Zhumang, the sect leader, could remain in office. As for Ning Zhumang's current situation, it was largely because he had helped Xu Han refine the Great Desolation Pill. Therefore, deep down in Xu Han's heart, he couldn't help but secretly think about this matter for Ning Zhumang.

"Both Bamboo Light and Congyun are doing this for the Exquisite Pavilion in the end. It seems to me that there is nothing wrong with them." Zhong Changsheng looked at his nose and heart with hatred and said calmly.

"However, some people can see farther away, while others are obsessed with what is before them."

"In my opinion, there is no difference between right and wrong, but there is a difference between superiority and inferiority."

Xu Han hadn't expected this. He thought about it for a long time and bowed to Zhong Changhen with a look on his face. He said sincerely.

"Thank you for your guidance, senior."

…

Xuzhou border, Dayi Town.

The Dark Asura Palace's Palace, City King Bian's Secluded Palace, was situated beneath this desolate little town.

The townsfolk were completely unaware of this. They just followed the lives of their ancestors day after day and lived in this small town.

A few days ago, a man came from outside the town.

Strange man.

He was dressed in a black robe, carrying a long sword on his back, his waist straight, and his face resolute.

He should be a swordsman.

There was nothing about the sword behind him. He just stood there. Ordinary people couldn't help but have such thoughts when they looked at it.

He seems to have been born to be a swordsman.

The man stood outside the town for four or five days, as if he was waiting for something. Although the town was not rich, the folk customs were simple and honest. Some kind-hearted people saw that he couldn't bear it and had sent food and water with him. But all the men declined.

He stood there motionless like a statue.

Although he was strange, he didn't seem to have done anything to threaten the town, so the residents of the town gradually got used to his existence. It's just that we can't avoid having a chat after dinner.

Another day passed. It was getting late, and the town was far away. There were no restaurants and theaters. The residents of Dayi Town went to bed early. Only the man outside Dayi Town was left standing at the entrance of the village like a statue.

At this moment, the man seemed to have sensed something. His head moved and he turned to look somewhere.

A night crow suddenly flew over from the dense forest in the distance and landed on the spot where the man's gaze was.

Then, the Night Raven's body changed and turned into a petite figure.

"You're here." The man's sculpture-like face suddenly melted, and a smile appeared on his face.

It seemed that he hadn't laughed for a long time, so his smile was very ugly, but it wasn't far-fetched. That laugh should have originated from the bottom of his heart.

The petite figure sized up the man in front of her with her purple eyes. Then she opened her mouth and said.

"Sixty years, I didn't expect you to come to see me again."

Nightingale-like voices echoed through the forest, as gentle as jade. But the grievances wrapped up in it were enough for anyone to hear clearly.

"Is that so?" The man was still smiling. He did not seem to recognize the resentment in his tone. He took it out of his bosom and handed it over a small box with some clumsiness.

"This is?" The girl was stunned. She took the box and opened it. Inside was a neatly arranged osmanthus cake. Only then did she open the box and a refreshing fragrance overflowed from it.

"It's rare for you to remember the osmanthus cake from Heavenly Battle City." She looked at the things in her hands and muttered to herself.

The osmanthus cake in Tian Dou City was her favorite food.

However, sixty years was far too long. It was long enough to turn too many of her hobbies into the past. For example, the osmanthus cake in front of her. If she had received such a gift at that time, she would have jumped with excitement. But now, she was tired of the taste.

"Try it." The smile on the man's face was even more intense. He was very much like a teenager who was just beginning to open his heart, urging his beloved girl to taste the gift he had prepared meticulously.

Sixty years was indeed too long.

But there are some things that cannot be changed in time.

For example, now, even though the once elegant youth had turned into a middle-aged man with a slovenly beard and a frosty face, she had also turned from an ignorant girl into the notorious Ten Halls of Yama Gui Subhuti.

However, as long as he brought the osmanthus cake to look for her, she was still willing to squat down and try to pretend to be a young lady, chewing carefully and eating this undelicious food.

This was what she wanted to do.

"Is it delicious?" The man asked her.

"Yes." She nodded heavily, her cheeks as red as sixty years ago.

After saying this, the two fell into silence.

I haven't seen him for sixty years, so I want to say a lot of things, but I don't know how to say it.

These sixty years were too heavy for the two of them.

So she quietly ate osmanthus cake, while he quietly watched.

Time is silent, time is good.

She deliberately ate slowly, for she did not know if the next time she finished the osmanthus cake, she would have to wait another sixty years, and how many more could they have.

But no matter how large the amount of osmanthus cake was, there was still the moment when it was eaten up.

"I'm going to die." The man's voice rang out at that moment.

The woman suddenly stood up and stared fixedly at the man. With her vision, she quickly saw the strange appearance on the man's body.

"Who did it!" She asked, her voice cold and filled with killing intent.

"It's not important." The man shook his head. "I don't have much time. I still need to find the next gravekeeper for the Mausoleum of the Sword. If everything goes well, I will come and see you again. If so, this will be considered a farewell." After the man finished speaking, he turned around and was about to leave.

As a swordsman, he would treat it as such.

The man did not know where he had heard this before, but it seemed to be the junior brother who had died in the Great Abyss Mountain. He smiled faintly and felt that this was an appropriate time to use it.

"Are you here to inform me of your death?" The woman gritted her teeth and looked at the man.

The man paused for a moment, then said, "I don't know how to repay you for this life. Seeing you before I die is the only thing I can do." Then, he took another step forward.

The woman stared at the man's back with her purple eyes.

She stomped her foot fiercely and cursed "bastard", but she took a step forward and chased after the man.

At that moment, she suddenly understood something.

In the past sixty years, nothing had changed.

She's the same girl.

As long as he said a word, she could leave everything behind for him, whether it was Blade Mountain Flame Sea or Blood Wind and Rain.

Even if her body was shattered, she was still willing to do so.

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