In the night, there was a slight wind blowing. Although the wind was not strong, the wind in the cold winter was still very cold.

The pedestrians on the street pulled down their hat brims, raised their collars, and accelerated their pace.

When I returned to the rental house, I probably heard the sound of the door. The son of the landlord Mrs. Li pushed open the door and stood at the door and shouted: "Uncle, your fellow villager is here. I see that you have not come back yet. It's quite cold, so I let him go in first. Sorry."

"Oh, it's okay, thank you, I'll go and have a look."

The master opened his door and saw the back in the middle of the room wearing a black tweed coat.

"Who are you?"

The back slowly turned around, and the eyes under the old master's white eyebrows narrowed slightly.

One face, another face full of scars, raised purple scars crisscrossed all over the face, like a purple centipede. This face shone under the dim light, making it even more terrifying.

The two looked at each other for more than ten seconds, and the scarred man's voice was low and hoarse, "Xian Rubing, you are still alive!"

The master did not admit it or deny it, and asked again: "Who are you?"

The scarred man took off his black leather gloves and threw them aside. He suddenly rolled up the sleeve of his left arm, revealing the black wolf head tattooed on his forearm, his blood-red tongue, sharp fangs, and the two eyeballs on the wolf head were white.

After coming in, the old master, who had been calm and composed, saw the wolf-head tattoo on his arm, his pupils suddenly tightened and he exclaimed: "Minglang, Ou Yiye! Didn't you die back then?"

"Yes, I'm dead, but I'm alive again." He pulled down the chair, took a look inside the house, and said, "The Nether Wolf was dead back then, and there is someone else in the Nether Wolf now. Have you lived here for so many years?"

The scar face man looked at the skilled raw stove again and ignited the master who used tongs to add coal balls.

He doubted whether he had recognized the wrong person.

Xian Rubing, the unmoving king of the past, was so heroic and domineering, looking down on the world. Just like his nickname, he was as strong as a mountain and as brave as this, leading the Qidao Alliance to make a name for himself in the world. At that time, in the field of world cultivation, no one knew the name of Xian Rubing.

He has countless wealth and huge power. Who would have thought that a person like him could live in such a simple and humble residence?

"What's wrong with this? You can block rain in summer and shelter from wind in winter. People always have times when they are not satisfied. Be more open and take a lighter look at it, and there is no place in the world to live in."

"You are so open-minded? Have you forgotten who made you fall into the current stage? Don't you want to take revenge and take back everything you have lost?" The scarred man suddenly lost control, became extremely excited and spoke fiercely.

The master waved casually and set up an isolation array to isolate the space and the outside.

He moved a small stool, sat next to the red iron stove burned by the stove lid, roasted his hands to keep warm, and said with a faint smile: "After a person dies once, his vision of the world is different from before. Power and wealth are passing by, and they are shackles that bind human nature. Life is limited. It is better to move your arms and legs while you are still alive and pursue something more meaningful. Ou Yiye, let it go! God can still forgive the evils of God, but he can't live. People who have committed too many evils will see that God will deal with him. Why do you have to make trouble for yourself?"

"Let go? Haha..." The scarred man seemed to hear the funnyest joke in the world, and he patted his thighs and laughed hysterically. The laughter was shrill, with unforgettable hatred inside, and tears burst out. Suddenly he stood up, his face leaned against the master, and suddenly stopped laughing, "Look at my face, Xian Rubing, look at my face!"

He looked ferocious and shouted loudly: "My current appearance is not human or ghost, and I am thankful to him. I have always been neutral and have no other intentions, but what did I get in the end? I hate him! I hate him, I hate myself, I hate me for my blind eyes. I crawled out of hell just to seek revenge on him!"

The master took advantage of this time to burn a pot of wine on the iron stove, and touched two white porcelain cups from the wooden rack filled with pots and pans next to him, poured a cup and handed it to him, and asked lightly: "Have you beat him? Can you get revenge?"

The scarred man raised his head and poured a glass of small soju and gasped, "If you can't beat him, you have to beat him. Those who have died once can die once will die again. If you have another glass, this wine is very energetic and tastes better than those overseas wines."

"Of course, this is the purest 60-degree small roast in Northeast China." The master poured another glass for him. He tilted his neck and poured it down. The hot wine entered his throat, and his mood stabilized.

"How did you find me?"

Who would have thought that more than ten years ago, they were divided into different camps, fighting for life and death enemies!

Time is such a wonderful thing. Two people who have died once, and they meet again more than ten years later, seem to have forgotten the hatred of the past and forgot that they are opponents of each other.

Around a stove that was burned red, a pot of small soju and two white porcelain cups, we were drinking together.

"I saw those statues in the park and found that the ice was unusual. It was not ordinary ice, it was completely ice that was forcibly condensed by people with high cultivation using the cold air around them. Gas turned into solids, also known as waterless ice. On the hot summer day, it could not be transformed for three days. The world's masters who can use the spiritual power of ice attributes to such a superb level are not even a semicolon. In addition, I recognized them. They were all there in the battle back then."

"Yes, they were all there in the battle back then, but now, haha, they have turned into mud and their souls have returned to heaven and earth." The master's hand holding the cup was trembling a little.

"No, the four beast gods are still alive and have reappeared in the world."

"I know they are all alive. I'm not dead, so how could they die? I saw the younger generation of the little fox today."

"You mean Tang Ning? Why is he in the provincial capital?"

"Tang Ning? Could it be that he was the child who was taken away by the little fox in the grass, Tang Jingtian..." The master's white eyebrows trembled with a look of surprise.

"Yes, Tang Ning is the son of Tang Jingtian Ningxi and his wife."

"That child has grown up so old. Alas, if it weren't for me back then... Alas..."

With a heavy sigh, with regret, the master's expression seemed extremely bleak.

"No, Tang Jingtian and his wife were guilty of possessing a treasure. Even if you didn't reveal their seclusion, Park Yongsun wouldn't let them go. Maybe you didn't know that when Park Yongsun pretended to ask you about this, he already knew that the couple lived in seclusion in the Mondale Islands. It's just that there was no final confirmation."

The master shook his head and poured his glasses over again, "Come on, old friends meet, a great joy in life, come on, drink."

"The King..."

"Don't call me the King of Heaven. The King of Heaven who was immovable back then died at the moment he fell from the cliff. Now you are just a bad old man. Just call me my name, or brother can do it."

The scarred man was a little excited, and his hands were trembling with the cup. The King of Immortality was the King of Immortality at any time, at least in his heart. His throat was shaking, and the word "Brother" still didn't call out. He raised his head and calmed down and said, "Xian Rubing, when I saw those statues in the park, I didn't dare to be really sure it was you. After all, I was there myself when you fell off the cliff. Later, Crazy Hu and the others also went down to the cliff to look for you, but there was nowhere to be found. So later, there was rumors in the world that you were dead. I asked everywhere and came to find you with the intention of taking chances. Since you are really alive, I have something to ask you for help."

"Yes, but the interview about the matter of returning to the world is not allowed to be revealed." The master looked at the scar face with a faint look. At this moment, the majesty of the Immortal King seemed to appear on him again.

The scarfaced man quickly nodded and said, "Park Yongsun has already set his sights on Tang Ning and has sent someone to do it. Later, because of the intervention of the Secret Service, he did not succeed. However, Park Yongsun's character will never give up. That thing is something he must get. If he doesn't get it, Tang Ning will be in trouble in the future. So I think..."

"Let me protect that child in secret...but, was that thing really in the hands of that child? Wasn't it ruined back then?"

"Hmph, Park Yongsun ruined it in your face, and he has been practicing for many years!"

"What?" The master stood up suddenly, his eyes wide open, and his eyebrows were raised high like a knife. "I have read that half of the scriptures. This is the most evil and cruel thing in the world, and it is impossible to control the evil and bloody thing. He, Park Yongshen, really dares to take advantage of the world's evil and bloody kung fu, and take human life?"

"The underground corpses of the Demon God Castle are like mountains."

"Damn it, this person should be killed!"

"As I expected, Tang Ning should hold the lower half in his hand. Only when the two parts are integrated can it be a true peerless magical skill. If Park Yong-sun-jin got the lower half, by then, no one in the world could control him."

"Okay, I'll handle this."

"Thank you."

"No, even if I compensate Tang Jingtian and his wife for that wrong thing back then."

"Then I won't bother you much, I'll say goodbye."

"Ou Yiye, what are your plans next?"

"Like the same as before, I secretly protect Tang Xiu'er. Oh, I forgot to tell you that this woman is another child of Tang Jingtian and his wife, Tang Ning's elder sister. When the Hongluan Peony girl took this child back to the Demon God Castle, she was intercepted and killed by me halfway through and has been raised to this day."

"Okay, okay, very good. God blesses you, I believe that Tang Jingtian and his wife can also smile."

"Then I will say goodbye first. Donning is in trouble."

"I have everything, don't worry."

After seeing off the scarfaced man and returning to his hut, the master sat on the small stool, poured a glass of wine, held it in his hand, and looked at the wine in the glass.

I never thought that I would be back in this life, but many things cannot be transferred by my will...
Chapter completed!