Chapter 165 Reappearance

Seeing the man on the river bank, the old man was stunned.

There was a man standing on the bank ten feet away, a man dressed in white and elegant.

He would never forget this face even if he died.

That was the turning point of fate. From that moment on, his life began to change. Perhaps in the eyes of the gods, he was just a little dust, but it was a mountain of wealth that changed his fate.

Suddenly, time went back, and seeing the young man, he seemed to have returned to forty years ago.

In the prime of life, carefree.

After forty years of vicissitudes, seeing the unchanged appearance of this man and his own vicissitudes of life, he sighed in his heart.

Fame, love, relatives, treasures... are ultimately illusory, and will eventually disappear, and he will also turn into a handful of yellow soil.

The moment Xu Xuan appeared, he actually caused the old man to have a deep understanding.

The grandson hid behind the old man, watching secretly with curiosity and fear.

The bamboo raft approached the shore. The old man put down the bamboo pole, bowed and said, "I am Zhang Wenxiu, and I am here with my grandson Zhang Wanchang to see the gods!"

Zhang Wenxiu secretly poked his grandson's waist. Zhang Wanchang also knelt down and kowtowed, saying respectfully, "My grandson Zhang Wanchang pays homage to the gods and ancestors. I wish you eternal happiness!"

"Get up." Xu Xuan didn't expect to meet two people as soon as he was born. Why does this old man look familiar?

Zhang Wenxiu said cautiously, "Does the gods remember me? I am Zhang Wenxiu."

The gods didn't respond. Knowing that he might lose face in front of his grandson, he gritted his teeth and said, "I am Heitun, the one who brought you here!"

As soon as these words came out, the grandson couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"So it's you. You're so old now. Zhang Wenxiu, this is a good name."

"I'm a country bumpkin. My name is really unbearable. I asked the village scholar to help me change it."

Zhang Wenxiu felt a little wronged. Who wouldn't be tanned if they grew up by the river? Why did they get this nickname?

But this was just a small episode. Zhang Wenxiu invited Xu Xuan to board the boat.

"Why don't you come to my villa to rest for a few days? I can't do business anymore these years. I just became a hands-off shopkeeper and spent my old age in my hometown. I never thought I would meet a fairy today. Maybe it's fate..."

When people get old, they think about returning to their roots. The old man had nothing to do, so he paddled a bamboo raft to travel around and took his grandson to travel around. He never thought he would really meet the fairy of the year.

I still feel like a dream until now.

"Okay!"

Xu Xuan jumped on the boat.

The group came to the villa by the lake.

The old man was a smart man. He knew how to use his money. He made a lot of money with the help of the initial capital. Not only that, he also contracted a mountain to plant bamboo.

With such intelligence, he would never starve to death anywhere.

"What about Taoism?"

"Taoism? It's pretty good. Now the Grand Master is Li Chunfeng." Zhang Wenxiu was stunned for a moment. Few people mentioned this term. Generally, it was Huaxia and the government. Few people mentioned the word Taoism, unless it was within the government.

Xu Xuan asked a lot of details again, thinking that they really made it. For the first time, there was an ancient world without an emperor.

But think about it, the abdication system was implemented in ancient times. As long as this kind of thing is properly promoted, it will form inertia in a few decades, and basically no one will oppose it.

Of course, this system must have a very strong person, a strong man who suppressed the era to be the Grand Master to suppress the situation.

If there is no strong person, or 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 see all kinds of power struggles and coups, which are thrilling, but if they were born at that time, they might not feel what has changed when others are over.

No matter how the upper class fights, it will only affect a small area at most, and the forces and relatives under their command may be involved, which does not exceed 100,000 people in total, and the impact on the whole world is pitifully small.

For these, we can only say that future generations will have their own blessings, as long as it does not affect the overall situation.

A group of people came to the villa.

Xu Xuan stayed for one night.

The next morning.

Rejecting the old man's invitation to prepare a carriage, Xu Xuan looked at the clever boy next to him and conjured up a booklet with the words "Thirteen Swords of Tianhe" written on it.

"Here, read it and practice it."

This sword technique was thought up by Xu Xuan when he was watching the waves. When the waves are stacked up layer by layer, the force will become very strong.

This sword technique is very simple, just imitating the waves. When it reaches the thirteenth layer, there will be incredible power, and one sword will break all the methods.

Grandfather and grandson thanked him profusely. In a blink of an eye, Xu Xuan had already disappeared, like a dark cloud drifting away.

"Ah, immortals are high up and independent of the world. I envy them..." Zhang Wenxiu had no regrets at this age. Immortality was not something he could ask for. Seeing an immortal in this life was something worth bragging about.

Zhang Wenxiu patted his grandson's head and said, "Practice well, and one day you will become an immortal, or even a martial arts master."

"Yes, I will." Zhang Wanchang held the secret book with a firm look in his eyes, and a seed was planted in his heart.

Chang'an, the capital.

After decades of operation, Chang'an City has become extremely prosperous, with extremely developed commercial trade, thousands of various commodities, and more than twenty times the number of officials in the previous dynasty.

The annual tax in Chang'an City alone is enough to compare with the national tax in the previous dynasty.

Outside the city, the villa at the foot of Mount Li.

At this time, the heroes gathered, and the young generation of that year also grew old. Yuan Tiangang became a middle-aged man with long beard and immortal style.

Kou Xun still retains his youth, but appearance can deceive people, but age cannot. She is no longer the innocent and cute little girl of that year.

Li Chunfeng still has the image of a strong and domineering man. He fights all over the martial arts world with a pair of iron fists and succeeds to the position of the Great Immortal by relying on his reputation.

The world is convinced, and many knights and children in Chang'an City are learning his strange cry.

Among the crowd were Lu Jing, Xiang Long, Haicang, and Gu Hanwei. There was an old man on the recliner in the courtyard.

A white-haired old man.

A grandmaster can still fight in his old age, but once he reaches the end of his life span, his whole body collapses quickly like a deflated ball.

Kou Zhen didn't expect this day to come so soon. Perhaps it was related to the injury he suffered when he was young. At that time, he was injured and died in his eighties.

It may also be because his wife died a few months ago and he had no hope of living. A hero may not be worthy of the most beautiful woman in the world. Kou Zhen's wife is from a small family and is unknown in the world. The two of them are in love.

"Let's go, let's go, what are you looking at? You're not dead yet!" Looking at the gloomy crowd, Kou Zhen was a little speechless.

"Father..." Kou Xun was reluctant to leave. Even if he had thousands of words to say, he couldn't say them.

The handsome young man behind him was Li Zhen, the only son of Kou Xun and Li Chunfeng.

"Live well, don't you have anything to do? Why are you running here?" Kou Zhen said hard but warm-heartedly, "I won't die for a while."

Everyone saw Kou Zhen once, and although they were reluctant, they left.

Children of the rivers and lakes, life and death are indifferent, and everyone has long been aware of facing death.

In the courtyard, only Lu Jing and Kou Zhen were left.

"By the way, single people live longer." Kou Zhen joked.

Lu Jing laughed and scolded: "Old man, grandpa is good at keeping healthy."

The two old men had no topic to talk about, and they talked about the past.

For the past, the two had no regrets. Kou Zhen's great cause was accomplished, and Lu Jing had been wandering for more than 20 years, and he had enjoyed what he should have enjoyed.

Kou Zhen was a little sleepy.

Lu Jing was afraid that this guy would fall asleep, so she quickly tried to find a topic: "By the way, where did the God go?"

"Who knows, maybe in the East China Sea... West Mountain... maybe in the sky, hey, being a god is good..." Kou Zhen was getting more and more sleepy, and his eyes were almost unable to open, "How does the saying go, longevity and freedom, unique scenery, step on..."

Suddenly, a young man appeared in front.

White robe and long hair, independent from the world.

The Taoist god who disappeared for decades finally appeared.

There were faint shadows of his father, wife, and fellow Taoists in the sky, and everyone looked at him with a smile. It was a world without pain and regret.

In an instant, it seemed as if time had reversed, and vaguely, his appearance seemed to quickly become younger. Kou Zhen laughed three times and said, "I have never grown old after walking through the green mountains!"