Mr. Zhuang's tone was plain, but for some reason, he was faintly melancholy.

"I haven't seen you take such care of me in person." Old Kuang said lightly.

Mr. Zhuang was slightly stunned when he heard this. Some memories of the past appeared in his heart, and a bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth:

"I have never been a qualified master..."

Mr. Zhuang then said:

"Not only is it not worthy of being a teacher, but it is not worthy of being a disciple, otherwise it wouldn't be..."

Mr. Zhuang didn't continue to say anything, but his expression became even more lonely.

Puppet old man remained silent.

"Forget it, old things, passing clouds and mists, now everything has passed, it's useless to think about it."

Mr. Zhuang packed the classic jade slips, put them in a storage bag, and lay down leisurely.

"Where are those two children of the Bai family?" asked Mr. Kuang.

Mr. Zhuang thought for a moment and sighed:

"Those two... are all good kids."

After saying that, he was a little surprised, "I didn't expect that my selfish junior sister would have raised such a pair of children."

"You really don't accept them as disciples?" asked Old Kuang.

"No!" Mr. Zhuang shook his head and said in a decisive tone:

"It's not long before I can live. Before I get buried, I naturally want to be more peaceful, less cause and effect, and less worry."

"They may not give up."

"What can I do if I don't give up?" Mr. Zhuang looked expressionless, his eyes passed through the courtyard, crossed the mountains, looked at the distant horizon, and said lightly:

"It's not that easy to meet again. Not always, you can have such a fate..."

Not anywhere, there is a little disciple called "Ink Painting"...

Mr. Zhuang said silently in his heart.

Seeing that Mr. Zhuang had made up his mind, Ku Lao stopped talking.

After nothing happened, Mr. Zhuang slowly closed his eyes and wanted to take a rest.

Suddenly, his brow moved, he opened his eyes again, looked up at the sky, and kept looking for a long time.

"What's wrong?" asked Old Kuang.

Mr. Zhuang gradually frowned and said in a serious tone:

"Why is the breath of the Great Dao so turbid?"

Old Kuang was slightly stunned when he heard this, and also looked at the horizon, his expression shook.

"This is……"

Mr. Zhuang couldn't help but stand up slowly, pinched his fingers with his hands, and gradually showed an incredible look on his face.

"The way of heaven changes?"

Mr. Zhuang's heart trembled, and he calculated again with his fingers, his expression becoming more and more incredible.

"How is it possible..." Mr. Zhuang couldn't help but lose his mind and murmured:

"How could this place be a small fairy city in a corner of Jiuzhou? How could it be that the changes in the way of heaven would be born?"

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Chapter completed!