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Eight thousand years have passed.

Their relationship has long been in decline and disgrace. There are only a few people left in each generation, and those who survive have to muddle along and endure humiliation.

Long years, boring waiting, the hope in the heart was wiped out clean, once the blood also with the passage of time, and slowly cooling.

But he will never forget the look of the ancestors looking at the distance, and that kind of longing for expectations, from dawn to dark, again and again hope, disappointment.

Before the master left, he held the advice of his hands tightly.

Finally one day, he was old, he thought that the man would never appear again. Even, he began to imagine how he would tell the little girl before he died.

But he didn't expect that in his twilight years, he finally waited for the man.

Kneeling on his knees, he remembered the scenes of the past, and he could not help but cry with tears: "master! If only you were alive

"Eight thousand years later, you are all gone."

"I'm really tired, but I'm waiting for him at last."

"Heaven has eyes, and my generals and ministers will finally recover." He was sad and lustful, crying loudly.

Just lying down, the little girl was also startled by the old man's cry. She thought something had happened. She quickly ran out and looked at Li Yi with an alert look on her face.

"Xiao Xi, he's here. He's here at last." The old man hugged the little girl and cried bitterly.

"Grandfather, do you mean he's a black swordsman?"

"Yes, he's here, and we're going to recover." The old man trembled and his tears were still flowing, but the cry had been controlled a lot.

Eight thousand years.

The generals and ministers are in the same vein.

He came at last.

Many strange and familiar words echoed in Li Yi's ears. He quietly put away the black sword and looked at the old and small one in front of him, thinking of a lot.

From the land of Kaiyuan to Taoist temple, Shaobao village, and now

He finally understood that the so-called generals and ministers should be followers of black swordsmen, just like the giant guards.

The reason why they didn't appear in Shenzhou for eight thousand years is not that they didn't want to come, but that after eight thousand years, almost no one could reach that height except Zhongliang mountain.

In that year, a great war brought down the gods, and the magic soldiers were sealed in the Tianshan gorge. Since then, this vein has been completely destroyed.

Now, eight thousand years later, he's here.

Thinking of this, Li Yi did not have any sense of joy, but became heavy, his chest as if pressed by a monument, hard to breathe.

The death of Daliang Mountain made him sad and angry, the annihilation of Red Star Academy, his despair, the fall of Qingtian guard, and his ancestors, friends and so on.

Everything tells him that he is a black swordsman. He should lead everyone to return to glory. He should protect all the people behind him, even generals and ministers.

Responsibility, mission, oppressed him to suffocate.

But no one will think that he is not only a black swordsman, but also a young man in his twenties! Why do you have to bear all this heavy?

For half an hour, Li Yi slowly came over and swept the old and the young before her eyes. Suddenly, she felt some regret. Why did she find her here? Why do you want to use the nine sky sword?

He began to fear the look.

Another ten minutes later, Li Yicai said, "go and untie the seal on the hearth tomorrow! I'll use the stove

The old man took a deep breath and said, "yes, Lord."

Li Yi slightly closed his eyes: "don't call me Lord."

The old man was shocked.

"Big brother, are you really a black swordsman?"

Li Yi did not answer, jump, people have arrived hundreds of meters away on a mountain, he stood quietly here, looking at the distant sky.

Black swordsman, what a heavy word.

Whoosh!

Gusts of cold wind blowing, behind the huge sword buzzing ring, Zhou's figure emerged.

Li Yi's tone is hoarse: "why do you want this?"

Zhou quietly looked at him, did not speak.

Li Yi looked cold and growled: "why do you want to do this?"

For a long time, he sighed, "this is practice." He added a word in his heart, the practice of black swordsman.

Almost every generation of black swordsmen experienced despair, resentment, unwillingness, melancholy, vicissitudes of time and so on. Zhong Liangshan was 6000 years ago, and so was the previous generation.

The only difference is that in this day of life, Daliang Mountain was gone, and even Li Yi had never enjoyed the doting of his parents. Even a little bit, he was lonely all the way. He was injured and only himself when he was tired.

Is this really practice?Li Yi seemed to laugh, cry, and roar all over the area.

"I'm homesick."

"I want to save Qing'er."

"I'm just an ordinary practitioner."

"I am not your master."

I don't know how long it took him to calm down and sit on the top of the mountain with dull eyes.

Inside the bamboo fence.

The little girl opened her eyes wide: "grandfather, is that man really our master?"

The old man nodded, "yes, he is."

The little girl wondered, "but why didn't he let you call him lord?"

The old man looked at her and said with a kind smile, "maybe he doesn't like the name?"

The little girl suddenly, vaguely understood: "I understand, then I will call him big brother."

The old man said with a smile, "Xiao Xi is good."

After a pause, the little girl asked, "can big brother help us find the inheritance method?"

The old man looked solemn: "yes."

As time went by, Li Yi, who was on the top of the mountain, woke up and looked at the land in the East. After a deep sigh, all his thoughts were suppressed.

In front of the bamboo fence, the old man and the little girl also packed up their burdens. They seemed very happy that they should not come back here again, because they were about to follow the man and start their own journey.

Seeing this scene, Li Yi is quite headache and worried secretly. He can't guarantee his own safety now. How can he ensure your safety?

He would like to say, untie the seal, you come back! But when they saw the two people in high spirits, all their words were stuck in their throat.

The old man saw him with a bright smile: "what should we call you?"

Li Yi said, "Li Yi."

The old man shook his head abruptly: "you are the Lord, can't call a name, or call a childe?"

Li Yi looked at him and stayed for about ten breaths. After thinking about it, he did not refute it. It was better to call him a master than to call him the master.

Chatting and chatting, the three began to go on the road.