Wucheng, the waning moon.

Heiyan was very fast, and his goal was very clear, that was the old sword king in Wucheng Cemetery.

Compared with humans, demons actually have many advantages, such as a long peak period.

The cultivation speed of demons may not be as fast as that of humans, but the physical fitness of demons must be stronger. Once humans reach a certain age, even if they have strong strength, their bodies will be overwhelmed, and their overall combat power will inevitably be greatly reduced.

Even some schools of body refining have only slightly extended this peak period.

Generally speaking, in middle age, it is generally the strongest state of human monks.

Middle-aged people start to lose their hair, and when they are bald, they are basically the strongest. This is the law of the universe.

It’s really not clear how old the old Sword King is, but he became famous decades ago, and he should be at least 70 or 80 years old.

Heiyan wants to ask him with his fist today:

"Liang Po is old, can he still eat?"

I heard that the sword king's sword is also a top magic weapon, the name of the sword is: [Ren Pingsheng].

It is possible to get back the demon's left leg, plus the essence and blood of a generation of sword kings, and a top magic weapon. This gain makes people happy to think about it.

In fact, Black Rock's idea did not deviate.

The mute old man's current physical condition is indeed the power of a sword.

He did not continue to pursue Hongxiu that day, because he was indeed overwhelmed by his health.

If you get old, you are indeed old.

He had really stepped into the coffin with one foot.

As he got older, he was very clear about his physical condition and knew how long he could live.

Maybe one year, maybe half a year, maybe a few months?

The old man actually didn't take it particularly seriously.

The days of guarding the tomb were boring, and he had no children, so it was a little more lively in the days when Zhu Er, the Ergouzi, came.

I have said before that when Lu Yibai didn't know the real identity of the mute old man, he also had a little understanding of him.

In the eyes of secular people, the old man's wife was buried here, so he has been guarding the tomb here for decades.

This is indeed true, and all newspapers in Wucheng have been published.

He basically went to her cemetery every day. Because he was a mute, he couldn't speak and couldn't chat with her.

I don't know if she will dislike it.

The only thing he could do was to be with her, and to be with her every day.

In this flash, it will be a lifetime.

This mute spent the rest of his life and decades slowly, slowly speaking the most beautiful love words.

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In Wucheng Cemetery, Ji Deken gently patted the mute old man on the shoulder.

The mute old man turned around and looked up at him.

When he was young, he was actually about the same height as Ji Deken, but now his back is getting more and more hunched, while Ji Deken is still the same, which makes everyone look up at him.

"Go back and rest." Ji Deken looked at the direction where Heiyan came, and whispered to the mute old man.

His meaning is very obvious, so let him leave the matter here.

The mute old man is one of the few people in the world who knows Ji Deken's true strength. He naturally knows that for Ji Deken, the visitor is nothing.

He just needs to stand in China...

That's invincible!

The mute old man looked at him and opened his mouth. He couldn't speak, so he could only send out simple syllables. He still insisted on standing in front of Ji Deken and shook his head vigorously.

"I've stepped into the coffin with half my foot, so don't act as irritated as before." Ji Deken looked at him and said.

With his eyesight, he could naturally see the physical condition of the mute old man at a glance. He is now like a faint candlelight in the wind, which may be extinguished by the wind at any time.

Even without the wind, his wick will not burn for a long time.

But, although it will not last long, it will still burn after all, right?

The mute old man listened to Ji Deken's words and shook his head again, but still did not retreat.

Ji Deken looked at him and wanted to say something, but in the end he chose to remain silent.

Seeing that he did not speak anymore, the mute old man smiled at him as if he was afraid that he would be angry.

Just like decades ago, he always caused trouble. When he saw Ji Deken, he immediately spit out the dog-tail grass in his mouth, and then smiled at him with a flattering look on his face.

The gentleman always thinks that I laugh ugly. Every time he smiles, the gentleman will be amused and then no longer get angry.

Since he met Mr. by chance, he dreamed that he would be a teacher, but Mr. He just refused to accept him.

The gentleman said that he had accepted five disciples before, but all the disciples died, so he stopped accepting disciples. It was so bad!

He followed his husband with a stern face for several years. His husband only taught him one move [Sword Drawing Style], but he benefited for his whole life.

As mentioned earlier, the Sword King only proficient in two moves in his life. One move is the sword drawing style, which he learned. The other move is the simple [sting], which he practiced through his whole life.

Although the two of them have masters and apprentices, the gentleman insisted on not accepting disciples, so he usually regarded himself as the gentleman's guard.

After all, the gentleman has great power, and some small fish and shrimps are asking him to take action, which is a bit of a loss.

He always stands in front, in the open, and deals with those sluts.

Over time, the legend of the Sword King has appeared in the world.

In fact, he is really just being a guard, just trying to fight for the gentleman to repay the kindness of this sword.

Today, he stood in front of Ji Deken like decades ago.

Perhaps it is the last time.

My body is getting worse and worse. Sometimes I can’t even sleep well. I always cough and wake myself up.

I can't drink, dance swords, and I can't go with her earlier.

For his personality, living like this is quite tiring.

He has lived to this day and has no worries.

Although Zhu Er is barely considered his registered disciple, he believes that he has taught everything he should teach.

The master leads the door and practices in person.

Thinking back then, the sir just passed me a sword.

Since that's the case, it's better to burn indulge instead of surviving!

We sword cultivators should not be afraid of war!

The mute old man walked forward a few steps and came to a cemetery.

There is no name on the tombstone, and I don’t know if it is because it has been too long and has been wiped out by wind and rain, or it is not written on it.

He sees her every day.

He stood in front of the grave, with his back facing the cemetery, and tried his best to straighten his back so that he could appear more majestic in front of her.

He promised her to live well and live a wonderful life.

These years have not been exciting enough!

He knew that she loved her swordsman's romanticity, and her own pleasure and ease.

She said: "My little mute is the number one kendo person today!"

Today, the little mute wants to show the courage of the number one kendo!

Therefore, he was unwilling to retreat.

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Chapter completed!