Because I'm too afraid of being unlucky, I'm all lucky.

"it's me."

The young man nodded, and the broom in his hand didn't stop, sweeping the invisible dust on the ground.

"how is this possible!"

Lin Guanghan stood up in surprise. He recalled the rumors on the mountain a few days ago that there was a monster hidden in the cemetery. Could it be that he was talking about the boy in front of him?

Didn't he remember that the junior brother was dismissed from the mountain?When did you return to Huangting Mountain?

"What is brother referring to?"

The boy's tone was flat, and the broom in his hand was neither slow nor slow.

"No, who are you? Which force sent you here, and what's the purpose? Do you want to cholera the Taoism of my disciples of Huangting Mountain!"

Lin Guanghan calmed down a little, and asked again.

Yes, rather than believing that the young man in front of him is that stupid little junior on Mount Huangting back then, he would rather believe that this is another force who found a young man who looked like the junior to destroy the Taoist heart of the people on the mountain.

As the head teacher of Huang Tingshan, he knows very well that practicing Taoism and martial arts, strengthening the body, does live a lot longer than ordinary people, but it is absolutely impossible to rejuvenate.

What's more, it's not good for those forces to choose an old friend, and they have to choose the most stupid junior brother back then, you must know that the junior junior brother can't even memorize the Taoist scriptures completely.

"Senior brother, why did you say that? Xuansheng went back to the mountain just to visit his master's grave, and to live here idle."

The young man turned his back to Lin Guanghan, not caring at all that the other party had raised his internal energy and was ready to go.

"Heh... You said that you are Henry Zhang himself, but do you know the name of the senior who often reminded you in the morning sword training class?"

Lin Guanghan didn't believe it, so he casually asked a question. These were trivial matters back then and would not be recorded. After many years, no matter how powerful the power behind this young man was, it would be impossible to find out.

The boy froze when he heard this, which made him affirm his thoughts even more.

But the next moment, the boy looked up at the maple forest beyond the mountain, and he sighed softly as the breeze blew by: "Xuan Sheng has been dull since he was a child, and his memory is not very good..."

"Heh... this kind of excuse is too much..."

Lin Guanghan hadn't finished his mocking words, but the boy's next sentence made him stay where he was.

"...But I still remember those senior brothers who were kind to me, Liu Beiqing, Chen Liyang, Li Feihua...It's a pity that I came back to the mountain late, and I also wipe the inscriptions of those senior brothers from time to time."

The young man's tone is emotional, not to say that anyone can live as long as Senior Brother Lin, some people are talented, and martial arts is like walking on the road, and some people can only be stuck in a certain realm throughout their lives.

"You... are really Junior Brother Xuansheng..."

The internal energy mentioned by Lin Guanghan dissipated, and his spirit seemed to have dissipated, then he shook his head with a wry smile, and sat directly in front of the master's inscription.

"Xuan Sheng is neither the elder of Huang Ting Shan nor the head teacher of Huang Ting Shan. Whether he was then or now, he is just a small handyman. How can he be pretended by others?"

The young man shook his head.

"Hey, Senior Brother Wang also passed away the year before last, and now there are only two of us left in our generation."

Lin Guanghan reminisces about the past, and looks at the young man in front of him with a feeling of affection.

When he was young and ignorant, he often laughed at his junior brother, but there was no malice, it was just a joke between the seniors, and he also went to the doctor with his back on his back when the junior brother's leg was crooked.

But he didn't expect that at his age, the last old friend in the world was the most unfavorable little junior back then.

His face is wrinkled, his hair is gray, and even his vigorous internal strength can't prevent him from aging. This is the natural law of all things in the world, no matter whether it is a commoner in the market, or him, the head teacher of Huangting Mountain, they can't resist it.

But the young man in front of him is still the same as before. No, he even seems younger than when he went down the mountain. His time seems to have stopped at the year when Uncle Song died. Into the cemetery.

"Senior Brother Wang, the ghost stories he told back then were the scariest, but I didn't expect that I was going to visit his grave now, but I didn't see him turn into a ghost and come out to say hello to me."

The boy's cleaning action froze.

"Junior brother, how did you do it? Could it be that you met a fairy when you went down the mountain in the early years?"

After all, Lin Guanghan couldn't bear his curiosity and asked.

"do not know."

Unexpectedly, the boy just shook his head.

"I don't know? Junior brother, you are rejuvenated, how can you not know, it is my Huangting Mountain's Taoism, what is the true meaning for me to know?"

The young man shook his head, "Senior brother, you know that I have always been dull. As for the true meaning of Taoism, there may or may not be. Senior brother, you should understand it better than me."

"Junior Brother, have you really never seen a fairy since you went down the mountain?"

Lin Guanghan didn't believe it.

"There are no immortals in this world. After I went down the mountain, I only saw the prosperity and loneliness of the world, and only saw the ordinary life of all beings."

As the boy said, he stepped away, and the sound of the broom rubbing against the ground gradually faded away.

Lin Guanghan looked at the young man's back, remained silent for a long time, finally sighed, kowtowed a few times in front of his master's grave, and left.

………………

One day ten years later, it was raining heavily in summer. The young man sat under the eaves of the wooden house and looked up at the sky, watching the raindrops fall. Herbal tea, a light sip.

In the alleys of the cemetery, an old man in a coir raincoat was strolling, walking towards the wooden house, it was so strenuous.

"Bang-"

The old man finally walked under the eaves and sat down. The two jars of wine in his right hand made a sound when they fell to the ground.

"Junior brother, I've come to drink with you again."

The head teacher of Huang Tingshan opened his mouth, took off his coir raincoat, and wiped his rain-drenched face with a Taoist robe made of better material.

"I do not drink."

The boy said lightly.

"I know, but today is the last time senior brother came to see you, can't you make an exception?"

Lin Guanghan smiled wryly on his old face.

The young man turned his head and looked at Lin Guanghan quietly, the rain kept falling, as if there was only one sound left in the world.

After a moment of silence, the boy also sighed, "Brother, your time has come."

"You can see that I have chosen a disciple from another generation as the next head teacher. Liu Buhui is an excellent kid. I hope he can do better than me."

"Senior brother actually did a good job."

"Hey, it's true to say that the emperor and the courtiers are the same. What's so good about those poor monks?"

Lin Guanghan sighed, at least he couldn't see the day when Huang Tingshan would rise again.

Chapter 680 Six Time Changes Rivers and Lakes Blood Rain

"Brother, do you want to persuade me again?"

The boy turned his head and looked at the heavy rain outside again.

"No, brother is here to drink today. I've figured it out a long time ago. The emperor believes whatever he likes. Even if he pulls you in front of him, he won't believe it. You can be said to be an ordinary boy."

Lin Guanghan laughed at himself and said that a few years ago, he wanted to bring his junior brother to the capital as an example of a living god, so that the emperor could see that there are cases of rejuvenation in this world, so there is no such living Buddha in Xuankong Temple, right?

But the junior brother said that he didn't want to go down the mountain anymore, he had already gone home, and this time he didn't want to go again, so he didn't force him anymore.

Besides, he has no evidence to prove that the younger brother is that person back then, and he might be convicted of deceiving the emperor.

"Then have a drink."

The boy picked up a jug of wine and slapped open the mud seal.

"Junior brother, haha, yes, let's have a good drink today."

Lin Guanghan laughed heartily, picked up the wine jar and took a sip.

"Cough cough cough-"

Then he coughed violently again, the wine was very strong, he was no longer young.

The young man beside him took a sip, and his face was full of alcohol.

"Junior Brother, everyone says you are stupid, but you may be the smartest one. Otherwise, why are you the only one who has enlightened?"

Lin Guanghan looked lonely.

"I'm really stupid. I still don't understand the enlightenment that the master said back then."

The young man shook his head.

"Then you still?"

Lin Guanghan looked at the boy who was frozen in time.

"Let it be."

"This time it's brother's turn, I don't understand."

Lin Guanghan smiled self-deprecatingly, watching the pouring rain, the maple trees swayed with the strong wind, just like his life.

"Brother, brother, I ask you to do something, don't worry, you don't need to go down the mountain."

Lin Guanghan straightened his expression, "I hope you can take care of that child Liu Buhui. I haven't told him about you, and I don't want to mess with that child's mind."

The boy nodded, "I know."

"I don't worry if I have your words, my junior."

After finishing speaking, he leaned on the doorpost, raised the wine jar to touch the young man, and drank again.

"call--"

He exhaled, smelling of wine, and was blown away by the wind again.

Looking at the cemetery representing the history of Huangting Mountain, it gradually extended to the maple forest outside the mountain, and finally looked at the distant sky.

"On Huangting Mountain, the scenery is so beautiful..."

He sighed.

"Yeah... I can't get tired of watching it all the time."

As the boy said, he helped the old senior brother straighten his clothes.

The second headmaster of Huangting Mountain No.70, Lin Guanghan, passed away.

Died at the age of 110 and seven.

………………

Time has changed, fifty years have passed, and many new tombstones have been added to the cemetery that the boy cleaned.

I don't know when, he was also in charge of the burial work, and he sent away familiar faces.

Among them was Li Guiyi, who led the way for him when he went up the mountain again. The little handyman in the past also became a disciple of the sect after he made his way up the mountain, and entered the cemetery with honor.

Not long before Li Guiyi passed away, he also came to see the young man once, and he said with emotion, "The one surnamed Wang back then was really good. Junior brother, you are really a monster."

The boy just smiled, but wrote a few more strokes when carving the inscription for him.

As the saying goes, 30 years in Hedong and 30 years in Hexi, but Huangting Mountain is still declining. Now, except for handymen, there are less than 300 disciples on the mountain.

You must know that when Huangting Mountain was at its peak, there were over ten thousand disciples in the mountain gate.

However, time has brought too many changes. The Xuankong Temple, which was at its peak a few years ago, is not doing well. The emperors of Wu Kingdom have changed one after another. The young emperors of this generation seem to believe nothing.

The emperor was young, but he was licentious, the people of Wu were living in dire straits, and the world was in chaos.

The newly born leader of Shenhuo Sect, Chu Yehan, has reached the peak of his martial arts. It is said that he once stopped the largest Mingshan waterfall in Wu Kingdom for five breaths, causing bloody storms on the rivers and lakes, and became a monster that everyone fears.

In the square of Huangting Mountain, the disciples had no intention of practicing swords, many of them were discussing the affairs of the Jianghu, and some young and frivolous disciples wanted to go down the mountain to walk the Jianghu and eliminate harm for the people.

"I heard that a few days ago, the demon head of Chu entered Fengjian Villa by himself and killed hundreds of people including the owner, just because the owner Huang once said that the demon head of Chu was cruel and bloodthirsty. Kill him."

Some disciples discussed secretly while they were not paying attention during the teaching.

"Hiss—Vendor Master Huang is also one of the best masters in the world. He visited us in Huang Ting Mountain a few years ago and even competed with the head teacher."

"What do you know? The head teacher is just concerned that the other party is a guest from afar. Our Huangting Mountain has been passed down for thousands of years. How can it be compared to Fengjian Villa?"

"Brother's words are justified. If you want me to say, the strength of the devil is still exaggerated. If the head teacher goes out, he will be killed."

"That's right, why didn't our Headmaster make a move? This is a great opportunity to renew my Huang Tingshan reputation."

"What are you talking about? Although Huang Tingshan also practices martial arts, our Taoism focuses on cultivating the mind and character. We think about fighting and killing all day long. What kind of way are we practicing?"

"Hey, it seems that what you said is very similar to your Taoism, but you can interpret our Taoism for me. Now you don't need to eat, or can you fly?"