Tian Yuan

While cursing, he held the wine jar in his arms as if he had found a treasure.

After opening the seal of the wine, the rich aroma hit the nostrils, making several old men take a few greedy sips, with complex expressions in their eyes, including joy and sadness.

The old wine that I have been talking about for most of my life is now in front of me. I feel an emotion that is difficult to describe in my heart. My throat rolls a few times and I swallow my saliva.

"Lao Li, you exchanged your savings for wine, what should you do next?"

The three old men had not yet drank. After scolding them, they became worried about this.

"With these acres of land, we can't starve to death. We are quite old and have only a few years to live. If we don't use the money anymore, we will have to take it into the coffin."

Li Muyang was the first to take a big sip and said boldly: "You're welcome, drink!"

"drink."

With Li Muyang taking the lead, everyone quickly put aside their restraint and started drinking.

Drinking wine and chatting.

After three rounds of drinking, everyone felt drunk.

The defense line deep in the heart has been loosened, and they each tell their experiences in their youth, mostly bitter and bitter, but also joyful and warm.

"If people really have a next life, I want to be a rich man so that I won't be a bachelor."

Old Sun's head is full of yellow teeth and his hair is sparse. He sits leaning against the corner, seeming to be crying and smiling.

"Alas!" Everyone knew about Lao Suntou's past and sighed softly.

When he was young, Lao Suntou had a childhood sweetheart, and they agreed to stay together for the rest of his life. The future was full of hope.

The good times did not last long, and the girl who had agreed to go to the city once saw the prosperity and did not want to stay in a remote village. It happened that this girl was quite pretty, and she was attracted by Zhao Yuanwai in the city. After getting acquainted with her, she entered the Zhao family and became a concubine.

I would rather be a concubine than marry Lao Suntou.

Lao Suntou was heartbroken and helpless. A few years later, Lao Suntou found out what happened. After the girl he longed for became a concubine, he died six months later. It was said that he was beaten to death by the mistress of the house.

Concubines have no human rights, and no one will take care of them even if they die.

The angry old Sun Tou entered the city for the first time, wanting to seek justice. It's a pity that he didn't get justice and his leg was broken. Fortunately, kind-hearted people persuaded him to save his life.

Since then, Lao Sun has been limping and silent.

"God has eyes. Three years ago, Yuan Zhao's house was flooded, and many people were burned to death."

"This is really strange. All the people in the mansion with a bad reputation lost their lives. But those who had not done any bad things escaped unscathed even though they were in the fire."

"If I get rich in my next life, I will definitely have higher aspirations. There is a sage saying that seems to be... If you are poor, you can be good for yourself, and if you are prosperous, you can help the world."

"Stop dreaming. How can we have a rich life? If there is an afterlife, God will give me a few more acres of land, which will be great."

"Old Li Tou, what did you do before? I've never heard of you talking about it. Let's talk about it."

While chatting, everyone moved the topic to Li Muyang.

"Me." Li Muyang sat on the ground, looking like a stinker: "I used to be called the Sword Fairy when I was out and about."

"What? Sword Immortal? Just you?"

The three old men were stunned for a moment, and then they laughed, and the sarcasm was harsh.

"Although I don't know what Sword Immortal is, it doesn't sound simple. Lao Li, you must be drunk!"

"The swordsman who likes to pick his feet."

"And he likes to steal my wine."

"Hahaha......"

Everyone said a few words and laughed to tears.

Li Muyang seemed to be a little drunk, lying on the ground and just fell asleep.

The scandal at Yuanwai's Mansion a few years ago was not God's fault, but Li Muyang's thought.

Because of this, enlightenment was blocked and delayed for some time.

Get drunk and live the same life the next day.

Work at sunrise, and rest at sunset.

After more than a year of going back and forth, Lao Suntou passed away.

I fell asleep the day before, didn't wake up again, and walked peacefully. He should have met his childhood sweetheart in his dream, put aside past grudges, and walked hand in hand.

A simple burial ceremony was held, and the village returned to its original state.

Another half year later, Lao Zhangtou died.

While working, he could not catch his breath and died.

Li Muyang did not interfere with their fate. He just prepared coffins for them and sprinkled a few glasses of old wine on the graves.

In the third year, old man Feng couldn't stand it anymore and lay on the bed, about to die.

At the head of the bed, Li Muyang watched quietly with sad eyes.

"I wanted to die for you, but I didn't expect to walk ahead of you."

Old Man Feng's voice was weak and intermittent.

"My life is longer than yours."

Li Muyang forced a smile.

"I'm sorry to trouble you about my posthumous affairs."

Old man Feng pleaded.

"Don't worry, I won't let your body be exposed in the wilderness."

Li Muyang held Old Feng's trembling hand, which was covered with calluses and very rough.

"When I leave, you will be alone." Old man Feng is not afraid of death. He just feels that Li Muyang is pitiful because he will have no one to accompany him in the future: "If you still have energy, move to another village and make a few friends to avoid being lonely. "

"Okay." Li Muyang accepted the suggestion.

"Also...don't pick your toes when you're drinking, they stink."

Before he died, Old Man Feng still remembered the last sentence.

"I know." Li Muyang replied with a tearful smile.

After a while, Old Man Feng left.

With complicated emotions, Li Muyang buried him.

A few days later, Lao Li from the village left with his luggage on his back.

From now on, there will no longer be farmer Lao Li working in the fields, only Chang Geng Sword Immortal standing proudly on the top of the sky!

With every step he took, the aura on Li Muyang's body became stronger.

Go to a prosperous place, take out the sheath, kill people, and strive for the throne.

Memories are like clouds and smoke, drifting away in the wind.

A pair of cloudy eyes gradually became clear, revealing a strong edge. Just a ray of light turned into a sword, which has the power to overturn mountains and rivers and cut through the nine heavens.

"Your Majesty, how should you use my sword?"

When we met again, although Li Muyang was dressed in tattered cloth, his temperament had changed drastically. He was completely different from the farmer before, and he was completely different from the previous farmer.

"Since an ancient clan has been wiped out, and the Sword Immortal has ascended to the top to sing, he should make a good decision and not make a wrong step."

Nangong Ge had already made plans in his mind.

The ethnic group that wants to be destroyed is the ancient Shengxiang tribe.

In this way, all living beings in China will be informed. He, Nangong Ge, is back!

If it succeeds, it will surely shake the world and set off turbulent waves.

The day he appeared in the ancient clan was when Li Muyang took nine steps into the Divine Bridge.

By then, I don’t know what the scenery will be like, and I don’t know how many heroes will be amazed.

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On the other side, Cangyuzhou, Xuanling Holy Land.

Through the assistance of the Holy Land, Chen Qingyuan has a thorough understanding of this territory.

One of the things that happened, was surprising.

"A certain Immortal Bone Restricted Area has arrived in this world!"

Chen Qingyuan looked at the jade slip in his hand. It recorded an important event in detail. An ancient ruins fell from the sky. No external force could approach it. Anyone who dared to go there would definitely die.

Judging from various information, it is undoubtedly an ancient restricted area.