Chapter 165 Reappearance
Seeing the man on the river bank, the old man was stunned.
I saw a person standing on the shore ten feet away, a handsome man in white clothes.
Even if I die, I will never forget this face.
That was the turning point of fate. From that moment on, his life began to change. Perhaps it was just a bit of dust in the eyes of gods, but it was a mountain of wealth that changed his destiny.
Suddenly, time went back, and seeing the young man's appearance, he seemed to have returned to forty years ago.
In the prime of life, carefree.
After forty years of vicissitudes, seeing this man's unchanged appearance and his own aged appearance made me feel sad.
Fame, love, relatives, treasures... are ultimately illusory, and will eventually disappear, and you will turn into a handful of loess.
The moment Xu Xuan appeared, the old man was deeply enlightened.
The grandson hid behind the old man, watching secretly out of curiosity and fear.
As the bamboo raft approached the shore, the old man put down the bamboo pole, bowed down and said, "Young man Zhang Wenxiu, please bring your grandson Zhang Wanchang to pay homage to the gods!"
Zhang Wenxiu secretly poked his grandson in the waist, and Zhang Wanchang cleverly knelt down and kowtowed, saying respectfully: "My grandson Zhang Wanchang pays homage to the immortal ancestor, and wishes the ancestor eternal blessings!"
"Get up." Xu Xuan didn't expect to meet two people as soon as he was born. Why did this old man look familiar?
Zhang Wenxiu said cautiously: "Do the gods remember the old man? The old man is Zhang Wenxiu."
The god didn't respond, knowing that he might lose face in front of his grandson. He gritted his teeth and said, "I am Black Butt, the one who brought you here back then!"
As soon as he said this, the grandson couldn't help laughing.
"It turns out it's you. You're already so old. Zhang Wenxiu, that's a good name."
"A country man, my name is really unpleasant, so I asked the scholars in the village to help me change my name a long time ago."
Zhang Wenxiu was also a little unjust. Anyone who grew up by the river didn't get tanned, so why did he get this nickname?
But this was just a small episode. Zhang Wenxiu asked Xu Xuan to come on board.
"Why don't the gods come to my villa to rest for a few days? I can't do business these years, so I just became a hands-off shopkeeper and spent my old age in my hometown. I never thought that I would meet the gods today. Maybe it's fate..."
When people get old, they think about falling leaves returning to their roots. The old man has nothing to do and plays around on a bamboo raft. He takes his grandson to enjoy the mountains and rivers. He never thought that he would actually meet the gods of the past.
Even now it still feels like a dream.
"good!"
Xu Xuan jumped on the boat.
A group of people came to the lakeside villa.
The old man is a smart man. He knows how to use money. He used the initial capital to make money and made a lot of money. Not only that, he also contracted a mountain to grow bamboo.
With this intelligence, you will never starve to death anywhere.
"What's wrong with Daomen?"
"Tao Sect? It's pretty good. Now the Great Master is Grandmaster Li Chunfeng." Zhang Wenxiu was stunned for a moment. This term was rarely mentioned by people. It was usually in China and the government. It was rare that anyone mentioned the term Tao Sect, unless it was within the government.
Xu Xuan asked a lot more details, thinking that they had really made it happen. It was the first time that the ancient world without an emperor appeared.
But think about it, the abdication system has been implemented in ancient times. As long as this kind of thing is promoted properly and it becomes inertial in a few decades, basically no one will object.
Of course, this kind of system must have a very strong person, a strong man from the era of suppression who can be the real person to suppress the situation.
If there are no strong people, or if there are many strong people, it is likely to lead to civil strife.
Xu Xuan didn't pay much attention to these.
Ordinary people read history books and find it thrilling to see various plots and coups. But if they were born at that time, they may have ended and they did not feel any changes.
Regardless of whether the upper-level people are fighting life or death, it will only affect a small area at most. It may only involve the forces and relatives of their subordinates, and the total does not exceed 100,000 people. The impact on the entire world is simply pitiful.
Regarding these, I can only say that future generations will be blessed, as long as it does not affect the overall situation.
A group of people came to the villa.
Xu Xuan stayed for one night.
Early the next morning.
Declining the old man's invitation to prepare a carriage, Xu Xuan looked at the clever young man next to him, and then he conjured up a pamphlet and wrote the Thirteen Swords of Tianhe in large characters.
"Here you go, practice after you understand it."
Xu Xuan came up with this swordsmanship when he was watching the waves. When the waves pile up one layer after another, the force will become very strong.
This sword technique is very simple. It is just to imitate Die Lang. When it reaches the thirteenth level, it will have incredible power. It can defeat all kinds of swords with one sword.
My grandfather and grandson expressed their gratitude for their kindness, but in the blink of an eye, Xu Xuan had already disappeared, and a dark cloud floated into the distance.
"Hey, gods come and go and are independent from the world. I'm envious..." Zhang Wenxiu has no regrets at this age. Immortality is not something he can ask for. Meeting gods in this life is already something worth bragging about.
Zhang Wenxiu patted his grandson on the head and said, "Practice hard, and one day you can become an immortal. If you can't, you can become a martial arts master."
"Yes, I will definitely do it." Zhang Wanchang held the secret book with firm eyes and planted a seed in his heart.
Chang'an, the capital city.
After decades of operation, Chang'an City has become extremely prosperous, commercial trade is extremely developed, there are thousands of kinds of commodities, and the number of officials is more than 20 times that of the previous dynasty.
The taxation of Chang'an City alone in one year is enough to compare with the national taxation in the previous year.
Outside the city, there is a villa at the foot of Mount Li.
At this time, the heroes gathered together, and the young generation became older. Yuan Tiangang turned into a middle-aged man with a fluttering beard and an immortal spirit.
Kou Xun still retains her youth, but looks can be deceiving, but not age. She is no longer the innocent and cute little girl she once was.
Li Chunfeng still looks like a strong and domineering man, fighting all over the martial arts world with a pair of iron fists, relying on his reputation to succeed to the position of Da Zhenren.
The world is convinced that many knights and children in Chang'an City are imitating his strange screams.
Among the crowd were Lu Jing, Xiang Long, Haicang, and Gu Hanwei. There was an old man sitting on the deck chair in the courtyard.
A gray-haired old man.
The Grand Master can still fight in his old age, but once his life span is reached, his whole body collapses quickly like a deflated rubber ball.
Kou Zhen did not expect that this day would come so quickly. Perhaps it was related to the injury he suffered when he was young. At that time, he was seriously injured and was about to die at the age of just over eighty years old.
Maybe it was because his wife passed away a few months ago and he had no hope of living. A hero does not necessarily deserve the most beautiful woman in the world. Kou Zhen's wife was from a small family and unknown in the world, but the two of them were still in love.
"Let's go, let's go, what are you looking at? He's not dead yet!" Looking at the gloomy crowd, Kou Zhen was speechless.
"Father..." Kou Xun was reluctant to leave. Even though he had thousands of words to say, he couldn't say them out.
The handsome young man behind him is Li Zhen, the only son of Kou Xun and Li Chunfeng.
"Live a good life, don't you have anything to do? Why are you here here?" Kou Zhen said with a hard-hearted heart, "I won't die for a while."
When everyone saw Kou Zhen, although they were reluctant to leave, they left.
The children of Jianghu are indifferent to life and death, and everyone has long been aware of facing death.
In the courtyard, only two brothers, Lu Jing and Kou Zhen, were left.
"After all, you live a long life if you are single." Kou Zhen joked.
Lu Jing laughed and scolded: "Old guy, grandpa knows how to maintain his health."
The two old men had nothing to talk about. As they chatted, they talked about the past.
Regarding the past, the two of them had no regrets. Kou Zhen's great cause in his heart was accomplished. Lu Jing had been shopping for more than 20 years, and he had already enjoyed what he should have enjoyed.
Kou Zhen felt a little sleepy.
Lu Jing was afraid that this guy had fallen asleep, so she quickly found a topic: "By the way, where did Zhenjun go?"
"Who knows, maybe in the East China Sea... the Western Mountains... maybe in the sky. Hey, it's good to be a god..." Kou Zhen became more and more sleepy and could hardly open his eyes. "How do you say this? , live a long and happy life, enjoy unique scenery, step on..."
Suddenly, a young man appeared in front of him.
White robe and long hair, independent from the world.
The Taoist god who had disappeared for decades finally appeared.
There were faint shadows of his father, wife, and former colleagues in the sky. Everyone looked at him with a smile. It was a world without pain and regret.
In an instant, it was like time was reversed, and his appearance seemed to be getting younger quickly. Kou Zhen laughed three times and said: "You are not old after you have traveled all over the green mountains!"