C7

Name:Sword Is King Author:
The old man's face was in pain as sweat flowed down his cheeks. His vision was blurry and his limbs were trembling. He was unable to answer.

When the middle-aged man saw this, he smiled at Mister Sun, "Mister Sun, I'm just a blacksmith who doesn't know how to cure illnesses. This is a bit too urgent."

Young Master Sun frowned. The situation of this old deity in front of him wasn't right.

Young Master Sun, who was standing at the side, was stunned.

After the middle-aged man heard this, he rubbed his chin and sincerely said, "Old mister, you're wrong about this. I'm not your father, so how is it that your father's spear is exactly the same as your father's?"

When everyone heard this, they all broke out into a cold sweat for the blacksmith, afraid that the next moment, the man's brain would be wrenched off by the old man.

Is there anyone who would speak like that? The demon in front of you is someone who easily wants to kill you.

Dong Liuyan wanted to warn the blacksmith, but Xu Yu stopped him, signaling him not to act rashly.

Unexpectedly, the following scene caused everyone to be flabbergasted.

After the old man heard this, he did not get angry. Instead, he looked at Blacksmith Zhang with a hint of reminiscence, and emotionally said, "I was poor when I was young, so I wanted to taste the humiliation of others. My mother left early, and I could only rely on my father.

"Later on, I stepped onto the path of cultivation under the influence of an opportunity, but I was unable to forget the past. I did not hesitate to seek my father out even if I had no hope of success in the path of cultivation, and based on my calculations, my father has already reincarnated twice. Now, under the guidance of the world, you've forged the exact same harpoon as my father, so you must have a great relationship with my father."

On the cloud layer, the figure of Six-Daos who was sitting cross-legged trembled slightly. The hawk-nosed old man couldn't help but exclaim, "A talent!"

The mighty elder tried his best to resist the urge to press his hand down on this person who was spouting nonsense. At this moment, he could not help but curse, "This blacksmith is the reincarnation of your father?" Even if your father cultivated for several lifetimes, there still wouldn't be a good place for him to be reincarnated!

The second floor of the restaurant was completely silent. Everyone was dumbstruck. The blacksmith Zhang on the street in front of them was a demon that could kill people without blinking an eye … Father?

Xu Yu whispered to Dong Wuyan, who was the closest to the stairs, "What did he say?"

It wasn't that Xu Yu hadn't heard her clearly. That old man had spoken in a teary voice, as if he was afraid that no one else would hear. She just didn't dare to believe it, wanting to confirm it one more time.

"He said, it looks like Uncle Blacksmith, it's his father …" Dong Wuyan said.

The middle-aged man didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "Elder, don't speak nonsense. I don't even have a family yet, and don't have a cheap son like you."

Everyone was speechless. This blacksmith really did not know how to talk.

Just as the old man was about to speak, he caught a glimpse of him. Time seemed to spin back and forth. Tears streaming down his face, the old man realized that he was no longer in the restaurant, but rather, in the past!

The old man once again experienced the past as a bystander. His happy family was so poor that they were unable to hire a husband, causing their parents to die prematurely, and as a result, he was lucky enough to walk the path of cultivation, train for half a sixty-year old, and obtain a treasure in a Blessed Land. His chances of cultivation had increased to another level, occupy a place where spirit energy gathered, set up a formation, and wanted to find his parents. This was how the matter of the frenzied massacre of the mountain started.

The old man who experienced this once more shouted angrily towards the sky from the cliff face, "I was wrong. I offended you, so if you want to kill me, kill me. You want to show off your supernatural powers and torture me like this, what senior expert will you be? Just give me a quick death!"

The man supported the woman as he smiled and said, "In the future, our children will definitely have good prospects." The woman's face was slightly pale, but her face was full of happiness as she softly said to the man, "How can everyone have good prospects? They are all safe and healthy, and it's good to be a kindhearted person."

The man smiled and nodded.

The old man stared dumbfoundedly at the man and woman beside him. He reached out his hand and let the wind blow past him. He muttered, "Mother, it's not that I don't want to be the good person, it's just that good people are hard to be. Good people are not recompense."

After cultivating, when had he ever done such heinous things like killing people and nature? As a result of his death, all his friends and relatives died because of him!

What's the use of being honest? Was he being bullied?

Since you have to go through all this as a good person, why not be a bad person and do whatever you want with your life?

A cool breeze brushed past his face, and a pair of jade-like hands gently stroked the elder's cheeks. The elder was in a daze, then he quickly lowered his head, not wanting the girl to see his current appearance.

The woman raised her chin and looked at the old man. She asked, "How did you become like this?"

The old man was speechless.

Clouds gathered on the mountain as the old man's actions appeared in the sky.

The woman stared blankly at the sky for a long time before gently speaking to the old man, "I hoped that you would live well back then, but I didn't hope that you would end up like this."

The woman held the old man's hand, her body drifting like sand before his eyes, "Don't become the person you hate, you are wrong."

The old man frantically waved his hands, grabbing the scattered sand. "Don't go, don't go!"

The quicksand dispersed and in the end, he didn't hold onto it.

The old man went insane. He collapsed to the ground and closed his eyes. Tears streamed down his face.

"Am I wrong?"

When the old man opened his eyes, the middle-aged man walked past him and reached out his hand. He smiled and said, "Let's go back to the shop."

That night, the entire first and second floor of the restaurant was empty. The guests on the first floor all smiled as they walked out. The children were ecstatic as they said that they had seen the restaurant …

The guests on the second floor did not look too good. Not only did they kneel down and beg for forgiveness, but this was just a test from the old deity.

Some of the people had even thought of ways to make up for this. After all, the old deity had personally said that he would take care of the town and protect the land. If they didn't have a good relationship, how could they continue to develop?

Xu Yu and the rest were praised by the old deity, using all the good words of not being afraid in the face of danger. The old deity said that he would settle down here in the future, and didn't know if Shopkeeper Xu was willing to accept him. He then threw a bulging bag of money to Xu Yu.

Xu Yu pointed upstairs, the old deity smiled and said: "Don't worry, I'll take care of it."

Walking up to the third floor, there were two heavily injured men, a dying Wen Guoliang teacher, three unmoving puppets, an old man surnamed Zong with only one arm, a murderous Senior Martial Brother Liu, and a Junior Martial Sister Cao leaning against the wall.

The old man looked at the crowd before his gaze finally stopped at the two men covered in wounds. He said slowly, "You are of humble birth, yet you do not forget your humble birth. This old man laments the fact that you are inferior."

He took out two porcelain bottles from his chest and threw them in front of the man. The old man explained, "These are Violet Cloud Mountain's body refining precious medicines. One is for external use, while the other is for internal strength.

Without waiting for the man to speak, the old man walked forward and fed a pill to Wen Qiu. When he was awake, the old man replied, "I promised the people that I would guard this place, and if there is anything that I don't understand, I can come here."

Finally, the elder walked to Junior Martial Sister Cao's side with a complicated look on his face. The two or three rogue cultivators that he had been friends with also felt this way. However, they had long since disappeared.

Reaching out with his hand, he handed the pearl that used to be a life-saving object to her. The old man smiled and said, "The Riverside Palace is blessed. With a little fairy like you here, in the future, remember that it's hard to fathom a person's heart."

The old man stood in front of Brother Liu and did not attack him. He pinched his fingers together, causing blood to flow out of the corner of his mouth, and without looking back, he said, "You, Purple Cloud Mountain, have taken the advantage, kill my fellow cultivator, destroy my cultivation grounds, cut off my former ties, I will destroy your sect, refine your flesh, and cut off your future life. Now that the grudges have been resolved, the dust and dust will return to the dust."

Behind the old man, the three puppets that occasionally appeared from the skeleton slowly regained their consciousness. The withered corpse puppet on the lower half of its body said, "It was my, Zi Yun, that was greedy. We are in big trouble."

The one-legged corpse puppet sighed and shook its head.

The three corpse puppets gradually disappeared, turning into dust. Before they disappeared, the old man pulled out his sword and stabbed it into Shixiong Liu's chest before nailing it to the wall.

The old man said in a raspy voice, "Whether the Purple Cloud Mountain is greedy or not, they have never made a move against you."

The old man had the two of them, State Grandmaster Wen Qiu and Junior Sister Cao go downstairs to settle down. The old man surnamed Zong had already recovered, so the old man had used his broadsword to cut him in half.

When the old man was the only one left on the third floor, he thought of the three karmic imprints the middle-aged man had left on his mind. When the old man was the only one left on the third floor, he thought of the three karmic imprints the middle-aged man had left on his mind.

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