After I was resurrected from the dead, I turned from an old man to a peerless beauty

The owner of Wangyou Valley died.

Almost all the famous people in the martial arts went to attend the funeral of his old man.

Let's say that the owner of Wangyou Valley, whose surname is Lin and single name is Mao, is called Wangyou Jushi by people in the Jianghu. He is the 170th descendant of the fourth generation of Wangyou Valley.

However, if this person is talking about martial arts, he is neither good nor bad. If he is talking about talent, he has no ink and is a very mediocre person.To be honest, only his luck is better than others.

When he was young, Lin Mao was the son of a woodcutter at the foot of Wuyou Mountain, but he was innocent and cute, so he was picked up by the old valley owner one day and became a closed disciple.

When he was thirteen or fourteen years old, dozens of brothers in front of him fought for the position of the valley owner. The sky was dark and the sun and the moon were dark. A big disciple of Chang Qing.

It's strange to say that this Chang Qing was extremely cruel by nature, but he treated Lin Mao very well. At that time, seeing that his time was running out, he gave Lin Mao all his strength and the title of the owner of Wuyou Valley.

Lin Mao then followed the example of the old Gu Master, picked up three children at random from the foot of the mountain and went back, flabbergasted this lonely sect of Wuyou Valley.

His luck was so good, the boss of the three apprentices was called Ji Wuming, and he was so superb with an epee that he later became the leader of the martial arts alliance.The second child is called Jin Lingzi, male and female, who specializes in Gu Dao and became the leader of the demon sect.The third child is called Chang Xiaoqing, and he is Chang Qing's posthumous son. His martial arts will be twice as high as that of the two seniors, and he is recognized as the number one master in the world.Because Lin Mao brought him up single-handedly, Chang Xiaoqing wholeheartedly stayed in Wuyou Valley to avoid Lin Mao's loneliness.

There are only these three disciples in the whole valley of Wuyou Valley, but whoever is taken out is a strange man who stands up to the sky, it is no wonder that everyone in the world says that the owner of Wuyou Valley is very lucky.

Less gossip, let's get down to business.

The resurrection of the old valley owner from the dead is also a miracle, let's hear it slowly.

It is also said that the spirit stopped on that day, and Ji Wuming drove all the way from the leader's villa to send away a group of martial arts people, and it was already the climax of the moon.The light in the small Buddhist hall was still on, and when I went in, I saw Chang Xiaoqing sitting cross-legged on the futon, staring at the coffin in a daze, looking at the world's number one master, but now he saw his face pale and pale. The new ghost is not possessed, so the master's departure seems to have taken away two of Chang Xiaoqing's three souls.

Ji Wuming was also heartbroken, but seeing Chang Xiaoqing so depressed, he couldn't help sighing, turned around and took two bottles of "Xian Bailu" and sat with Chang Xiaoqing, and said softly to him: "Master loves you the most." You, if I see you like this, I'm afraid I will worry again."

"..."

Chang Xiaoqing stared coldly at this elder brother, remained silent, his eyes were already dead.

Ji Wuming sat close to him, and looked at him again under the candlelight, and found that Chang Xiaoqing's hair was covered with gray hair overnight, and there was a sign of graying overnight, his heart tightened suddenly, and his voice became inexplicably harsh half point.

"How does Master treat you? Now that he's only going there as an old man, you're going to humiliate yourself like this, so that he won't feel at ease down here?!"

Before the words fell, Ji Wuming felt a sharp pain on his face, and when he came back to his senses, he realized that he had been hit twice on the face by the sword handle for no reason. It's ridiculous.

Ji Wuming didn't even know how Chang Xiaoqing made his move.

All I know is that when I mentioned Master today, I undoubtedly hit Chang Xiaoqing's sore spot.This idiot saw his master go to the gods before, and guarded beside the corpse with his sword for three days, he firmly did not believe in the death of his master, only saying that he had fallen asleep.Now, even though it is good or bad to let the master be buried, but he can't hear the word "death" from others, otherwise he will be so furious.

Ji Wuming caressed the blue veins on his face and throbbed, and he suppressed his anger after he endured it again and again, thinking that this idiot was so sad that he was stupid, so he couldn't argue with him, and he wanted to persuade him again.Never thought that this time it was Chang Xiaoqing who took the lead.

"You do not understand."

he said.

His gaze trembled slightly like a stone thrown into an ancient well, and then returned to the stagnant water again.

Ji Wuming wanted to persuade him, but a sneer came from the beam.

I saw his junior brother Jin Lingzi jumped down in white clothes, tapped his fan on Ji Wuming's shoulder, and said with a smile: "Forget it, you really don't understand."

It was too late to say it, and then it was too fast, with two slaps, two more sword marks appeared on his face.

Chang Xiaoqing's eyes flashed coldly, she stared straight at him and said, "Are you laughing again?"

Jin Lingzi said bitterly: "I have practiced joyfully, how can I not laugh."

"Then it will waste your kung fu."

Chang Xiaoqing said coldly.

If it was normal, the three brothers and sisters would probably fight together at this time, but at this time the scene of childhood reappeared, but the smiling master who smoothed things over was no longer around.

Thinking of this, the three of them stopped suddenly, feeling extremely sad in their hearts.

"Oh, forget it."

Jin Lingzi grabbed a futon and sat down on the ground, staring at the coffin in a daze.

"Why do you think Master just went there?"

……

After speaking, he quickly glanced at Chang Xiaoqing, seeing that the other party was out of his mind, he was afraid that he didn't listen to this sentence, so he relaxed, took the medicine from the skirt of his clothes, and evenly applied it to Ji Wuming's face.

Ji Wuming smelled the smell of rouge on the medicine in Jin Lingzi's hands, and thought it was something that his good junior brother slipped out of some girl's arms, so he was so disgusted that he kept hiding aside.Jin Lingzi had good intentions at first, but at this moment he was stymied by Ji Wuming's hypocrisy, and even got into a fight with him.The two senior brothers were not easy to deal with before, but now that the master left, both of them felt very sad, their fists and kicks gradually became a little angry, and they became serious.After a few more moves, Ji Wuming's eyes turned red, and he dragged Jin Lingzi out of the door to make moves—but he didn't dare to make trouble in front of his master's spirit.

Chang Xiaoqing knelt motionless in front of the sandalwood coffin, looking as motionless as before, like a white jade sculpture, but when he heard the sound of the waving from outside the door, he pulled out the one-inch sword from his arms and slowly was pushed back.

The golden paper was crackling and burning in the brazier in front of the spirit, bringing up a mass of bright red light and heat.Chang Xiaoqing's expressionless face looked a little gloomy under the twisting firelight. He lowered his eyes and kept staring at the coffin—his master was lying in the coffin like that, silently.

The matter of restraint was handled by Chang Xiaoqing himself, and no one else got a finger on it.Now through the coffin, Chang Xiaoqing seems to be able to see Master's current appearance.

Lin Mao had been lingering in bed for several years before his death, and his appearance was already not very good-looking. Of course, he was not good-looking even when he was not sick-there was a civil strife in Wangyou Valley. Accidentally melted his face with poison.Afterwards, although Chang Qing cut the poisoned person to death, Lin Mao's face could not be saved.

Fortunately, he was not the kind of quack boy who lived on his appearance. He would wear a mask when he met strangers in the next few decades, but he was free to do the rest of the time.Among the three apprentices, Ji Wuming only cried once when he looked at his face when he was the youngest, while Jin Lingzi was born unable to distinguish the beauty and ugliness of a human face. As for Chang Xiaoqing——Chang Xiaoqing was born From the beginning, I watched Lin Mao's uneven face grow up, and I was afraid that I felt that Master's appearance was the most appropriate and suitable.

It's just that even Chang Xiaoqing knew that Lin Mao had been tortured badly when he was dying. The man who always smiled and hid his mouth was so thin that only a handful of bones were left, and he couldn't drink a mouthful of soup. However, the spit out blood can fill a basin full.The skin on the bony chest protruding from the collar was like thin tissue paper, white and cold, and even lost its elasticity to the touch.

On the contrary, after death, I am afraid that I have avoided the huge pain in the body, and the relaxed body looks much more peaceful.When Chang Xiaoqing was dressing Lin Mao, he unexpectedly found a slight tinge of blood on the latter's cheek.

"Master."

Chang Xiaoqing added a stack of gold paper to the brazier, and called out in a hoarse voice.

He also knew that Lin Mao wanted to die a long time ago.

His master has never been a firm and forbearing person. Even if he is the son of a woodcutter, he was pampered and raised by the owner and senior brothers in Wangyou Valley, and there is a coquettish air of a young master in his bones.Fear of hardship, tiredness, pain, darkness... fear of loneliness.

But in the end, he endured the colic of shattered internal organs, blindness, and vomiting blood every moment, and the person who swore to be by his side back then also left him very early.

However, Chang Xiaoqing still hopes that Master can live.

Even if he lived in such pain in this joyless world, it was better than him passing away peacefully in the coffin as if he had fallen into a deep sleep.

...Chang Xiaoqing felt that she was a fucking beast.

The light in the brazier gradually dimmed, the flame was unstable, and the light danced more violently.I don't know when, the sound of rustling snow came from outside the window.

Ji Wuming and Jin Lingzi had already fought far away.At this moment, it seemed that only Chang Xiaoqing and Lin Mao were left in the valley.

Chang Xiaoqing suddenly grabbed the wine bottle at hand, cut open the bottle with a knife, and poured a big mouthful of Xian Bailu into his mouth.

"Master."

He called out again, his eyes bloodshot.

Master, I want to go with you.

Chang Xiaoqing took a sip of wine and said something from the bottom of her heart.

From the day he was born, he never left Lin Mao's side for a moment.

Master is his sky, his land, Chang Xiaoqing was born to live for Lin Mao - now that Lin Mao is dead, Chang Xiaoqing doesn't know what to do.

He is indeed the most powerful swordsman in the world, but he is also the most timid coward in the world. Without his master, he has lost his soul.

But he couldn't die, because Lin Mao grabbed his hand before he died, and the man who was completely unable to speak forced out a fragmented sentence from his bloody throat.

"I want...to go...you are not allowed...to follow..."

That's right, how could Master be willing to take him on the road to Huangquan? Chang Xiaoqing knew who the master was thinking about day and night.

He looked so much like that person. When Lin Mao was so sick that he lost his mind, he would hold onto his sleeve and whisper such touching words of love in a soft voice.

Changqing, Chang Xiaoqing.

He is just a substitute left behind by his flesh-and-blood father, and the person Lin Mao misses is not him after all.

Thinking of this, Chang Xiaoqing felt extremely sad.If a person is extremely sad, the wine will be as weak as water when it falls into his mouth.

Chang Xiaoqing didn't realize it, he had already drank the two bottles of Xian Bailu before he knew it.

Xianbailu is not an ordinary wine. There is a saying in the rivers and lakes that this kind of wine is "one drop into the soul". During the years, the water in the lake can be intoxicating.Although this is just a gossip in the Jianghu, it can also show how strong and strong the wine is... so strong that Chang Xiaoqing's martial arts, even after drinking two bottles of Xianbailu, some people are so drunk .

He stood up in a daze and walked towards Lin Mao's coffin, then pushed the sealed coffin away.

Lin Mao lay quietly in the deep coffin.

He was wearing the old clothes he liked when he was alive, and his hair was tied very neatly. In the dim light of the fire, the white hair shone like silver threads.His face was covered with the mask that he had been wearing for many years, his hands were folded on his stomach, and he really looked like he was just asleep.

Chang Xiaoqing stood straight beside the coffin, looking at his master's body, he felt his chest hurt like never before.

The pain was so deep that it seemed that his whole body was about to split open. ;

"Don't be angry." He whispered hoarsely to the person exposed in the coffin, "I still can't do anything...Master...I just want...to be with you..."

He let out a whimper like a small animal, slowly, slowly bent down, and put his face against Lin Mao's neck.

However, he was really drunk, so he didn't notice that at the moment he bent down, Lin Mao's fingers trembled slightly.