The personal soldier king of the beautiful president

Chapter 877 I can't do it, you can?
The most remote location on the estate.

Here, there is a two-story loft.

In the attic room, a white-haired old man sat cross-legged on a futon.

Opposite the old man, Linglong, who was wearing a long black dress, was also sitting cross-legged on the ground.

The long sword was in front of his knees, and he held a small teacup elegantly in both hands and drank tea.

After drinking a cup of tea, Linglong put down the teacup slowly, looked at the white-haired old man and asked: "You just look at your old friend's family business like this, and are led astray by his prodigal sons?"

The white-haired old man smiled gently, and said very calmly: "I am here, and it will be 16 years in a day and a half. When my old friend was dying, he only told me that children and grandchildren have their own blessings. What way do they go?" , let them go, whether they are dead or alive, it is the path they choose."

When Linglong heard this, her eyes showed a clear look, and then she continued to ask: "In this case, why do you still stay here? Since your old friend didn't ask you to help him guard this place, you don't have to Stay here."

"I just want to see for my old friend, whether his grandsons will embark on a glorious path, or will they ruin the legacy he left behind."

The white-haired old man spoke slowly, and at the end there was a nostalgic smile on the corner of his mouth and he said: "My old friend, although his talent is not good, and his achievements in ancient martial arts are not great, but he... is really extraordinary.

Therefore, I want to see for him, what kind of path his group of ineffective descendants will take, whether they are on the way to glory or decline, I just want to take another look for him. "

"So, you know what this family has done, and what to do again?"

At this moment, the door of the room was pushed open, and Jiu Jiu, dressed in a white dress and full of white hair, walked in from outside.

The white-haired old man smiled and looked at the white-haired Jiujiu and Linglong who was wearing a black dress and exuding a bloodthirsty temperament. After a moment of silence, he said with emotion: "That little guy... What a shocking blessing!"

Both Linglong and Jiujiu frowned slightly, with slightly ugly expressions in their eyes.

"In your cognition, what is a living person and what is a dead person?"

Looking at the two girls with ugly eyes, the white-haired old man asked with a smile, then stood up slowly, and staggered towards the outside of the room.

"You two, I will be with you soon. I'm going to see the scenery of this manor again."

Looking at the back of the white-haired old man leaving, Linglong quietly held the long sword in her hand.

Jiujiu looked at Linglong and said calmly: "Since you're not sure, why not let him go? Besides, isn't he not to interfere? One more thing is worse than one less thing."

Linglong sighed, and then said sarcastically: "This old guy has a very good relationship with the founder of this family, I don't doubt it, but he has been here for 16 years, if he has no selfishness, how could it be possible."

"Who knows."

Jiujiu looked back and said, then turned around and walked out of the room.

Linglong also stood up and chased after Jiujiu.

A few minutes later, in the manor.

The white-haired old man walked tremblingly, looking at the plants, trees and attics in the manor, his eyes were full of nostalgia and sadness.

"Your descendants are really incompetent!"

When he walked outside a hall, the old man looked at the colorful hall, and his sigh was full of sadness.

In fact, there was one sentence he didn't say to Linglong just now.

That is, when my old friend was dying, he said a word to himself.

If his descendants can still be saved, then let me save him once...

"The children and grandchildren are ineffective, and it has nothing to do with the dead. Old man, you have too much emotion."

After the old man sighed, he opened the door and walked inside.

But just as he stepped in with one foot, a voice came out from the hall.

The old man was slightly taken aback, and then walked into the hall calmly.

Slowly closing the door of the main hall, the old man looked at Wang Chen who was leaning against the door and sitting on the ground, his old eyes flickered slightly and asked: "Old monster Zhou's apprentice?"

"The old man has really good eyesight."

Wang Chen gave the old man a thumbs-up, and then continued to praise: "The old man is dressed in plain clothes and white hair, so full of fairy spirit!!!"

"You're really tight-lipped."

The old man laughed uncontrollably, and finally sat cross-legged opposite Wang Chen, and asked with a smile: "What are you doing in this hall?"

"Waiting to kill someone."

Wang Chen yawned, and said very coolly, just now he chopped down a few people along the way, but he felt that those people were really too weak, one strike...one strike would be finished, completely making him unable to lift up interest.

So when passing by this hall, Wang Chen felt that this hall was old and full of grandeur, it should be a very awesome place, so he entered this hall and planned to stay here for a while.

The old man looked at Wang Chen's completely uninterested look, thought for a while and said, "I heard from Old Monster Zhou that you don't seem to be interested in the ancient martial arts world. Why did you come this time?"

"In short, there are various reasons, but they can be summed up in one sentence, that is to join in the fun."

Wang Chen shrugged, looked down at the long sword in his hand, and fell silent with the old man.

After two or three minutes passed like this, Wang Chen said slowly to the old man: "Old man...you are amazing!"

Wang Chen could feel that this old guy didn't have any ancient martial aura on him, but he had a very mysterious aura on him.

This shows that this old guy is trying a very cruel method in the ancient martial arts world.

That is, if you don't break, you can't stand, and you can stand after breaking.

This method is usually carried out by ancient warriors who have been abolished, but Wang Chen can feel that this old guy... abolished his own internal strength.

This kind of great determination and perseverance... is simply unimaginably powerful.

This old man's status in the ancient martial arts world will definitely not be an unknown person...

"No matter how powerful you are, it's not as good as you."

The old man also smiled at Wang Chen and said, finally he waved his hand to Wang Chen and said: "Here, no one should come here. It is basically impossible for you to wait here for others to come to your door."

"It doesn't matter, anyway, I'm not very interested in the next thing."

Wang Chen shook his head, stretched out his finger and pointed to the chessboard placed in the center of the hall, and said to the old man with great interest: "Old man, how is it? The moonlight is beautiful today, let's play a game?"

"Are you okay?"

The old man looked at Wang Chen proudly, but there was a hint of relief in his eyes.

This kid...isn't like what Old Monster Zhou said.

"I can't do you?"

Wang Chen asked back with a haha, stood up and walked towards the center of the hall.

(End of this chapter)