Guarding the Sutra Pavilion for a hundred years, investing in the destiny villain

The twilight energy is surging.

Dead air filled the air.

Chu Xun could feel Senior Xia at this moment.

I'm really going to die.

This senior whom I have known for a short period of time.

He's going to die right now.

"dont be sad!"

"Nothing to be sentimental about!"

"Everyone is mortal!"

"Besides, my time is coming, and I am leaving in joy!" Donglin Zong Xia Yang looked around with a happy smile on his face, and said with a smile: "I thought I was going to be buried here, but now it seems I can free it. Rush to Donglin Sect in time, and let the fallen leaves return to their roots!"

Chu Xun was silent.

Look at the cheerful old man next to you.

Mixed flavors in my heart.

"Let's go!" Xia Yang was very cheerful. If he could die in his hometown and return to his roots, it would be the best ending. This time, he did not hug Chu Xun and leave quickly. Instead, he walked forward slowly and expressed his emotions when he looked at a familiar place. Feelings, he sighed: "I have been to this place, and I still left traces on that sword mountain!"

Looking down, it was a small sect with only a few disciples. It was hard to imagine that such a sect had once been glorious in the Eastern Region.

"And this place!"

Go all the way.

Xia Yang was very happy.

Especially when you come to the sky above a city.

"I remember there was a tavern inside. The wine they brewed was very fragrant and mellow. Let's go and see if it's still there!" Xia Yang was excited and happy. At this moment, he was as innocent as a child.

The two of them arrived in the city without attracting much attention. When they came to a time-honored restaurant, Xia Yang's face was full of smiles. He was more excited than defeating the saint. He said happily: "This is it. I didn't expect that hundreds of years have passed. Some of the powerful sects have fallen into decline, but this tavern is still there!"

"Little Second!"

"Drink!"

"Osmanthus stuffed with sweet-scented osmanthus!"

The waiter who came to recruit customers was stunned, looked at the two of them and said doubtfully: "Old man, did you call me wrong? We don't have sweet-scented osmanthus brewing in our store!"

The shopkeeper on the side was stunned, and looked at Xia Yang hesitantly and confused: "Has this old man not been here for many years? This sweet-scented osmanthus wine used to be the signature of this shop, but the owner changed in turn, and it was no longer there when he came here." This kind of wine is on sale, but other fine wines have a different flavor. If you don’t mind, why don’t you try it?”

"Gone?"

Xia Yang felt disappointed.

There is loss in my heart.

But he nodded.

soon.

The wine is served.

It was filled with fragrance and seduced people's throats. Even when Chu Xun took a sip, his eyes were slightly bright. This wine may not be as effective as the old wine of the six Jiang clans, but in terms of taste, it is not. It is much inferior, and it also has a unique fragrance. It should be brewed by ancestors.

"It's good wine!"

Xia Yang took a sip, and there was a hint of disappointment in his eyes. The wine was good, delicious, and a rare blessing, but it was not Osmanthus fermented wine after all. When he thought of passing by the small sect sword mountain, there were many places that had once been glorious. Decline, his eyes gradually dimmed, and finally he sighed, his time had passed, and he was about to be buried.

Serve the bowl.

All in one drink.

This surprised the shopkeeper, and he quickly reminded: "Old man, please drink slowly. Although my wine is not a signature wine, it is very strong. Even young people dare not drink like this. Please be careful and don't drink too much!" "

The shopkeeper's words also slightly reversed Xia Yang's depressed mood. He smiled boldly and said, "Since this is not your sign, then take out your sign."

"it is good!"

Seeing that Xia Yang was okay, the shopkeeper also knew that he was a wine connoisseur, so he also signaled the waiter to take out the signboard and drank several bowls in succession. Xia Yang's face became slightly rosy, and he looked a little more cheerful than before.

Before leaving, the shopkeeper was surprised and admired and said: "Old man, you really drink a lot. You drank a lot today, so I'll give you two some turbid wine!"

Xia Yang smiled.

But he waved his hand and refused.

What I miss is the osmanthus wine.

Now that it no longer exists.

No matter how good the wine was, he wouldn't be able to taste it.

As for Chu Xun, he didn't take it. If he liked it, he would come again in the future. There was no need to disturb Xia Yangzheng when he was sad. The two figures disappeared as they disappeared into the crowd. This made the shopkeeper stop in front of the door and silently sighed. : "I'm afraid this is also a practitioner. Osmanthus fermented wine was made many years ago. I didn't expect anyone would remember it!"

Say goodbye to the small city.

The two of them still moved forward.

Just direction.

Something is wrong.

"Senior, this is not a return to the Donglin Sect!" Chu Xun expressed his doubts. This direction is completely opposite to the Donglin Sect, and it cannot be a return to the sect.

Xia Yang nodded, his eyes filled with memories and complexity. His earliest birthplace was not Donglin Sect, but a corner place in the Eastern Territory, but this time he was not planning to go back.

He has spent most of his life in that sect. It has long been regarded as his second home. Instead, it is the place of his birth. He went back 300 years ago. Things have changed and people have changed. His old friends have long since disappeared. Zuo Huangtu had nothing to miss and said softly: "This trip is to Tianji Sect!"

"Tianji Sect?" Chu Xun was confused.

"Ok!"

Xia Yang nodded lightly and said: "I am still a little worried about entrusting Donglin Sect to you. Since I have spare energy before leaving, I should do the last thing well!"

Inexplicable.

There was a lump in my throat.

The eyes are slightly astringent.

Looking at this old man who is probably going to die at any moment, but who is still trying to hold on at this moment, he is still paving the way for himself and preserving Donglin Sect with his last breath. He has really tried his best in this life and devoted himself completely to the sect.

Tianji Sect.

Old Man Tianji seemed to have expected Xia Yang to come, and was waiting in front of the door himself. When he saw Chu Xun, who had returned with Xia Yang, he also smiled and nodded. This was a kind of status recognition, and he had never noticed it even when they met each other. , and now actively nodding, it is acknowledgment that Chu Xun is standing on the same ladder, even if it is not enough now, he will definitely reach it in the future.

"Ah!"

"You old guy is quite sensible!"

Xia Yang from Donglin Sect was quite old-fashioned, and the latter also laughed and was not surprised. Xia Yang immediately said: "I have a few things to do on this trip. Chu Xun, please wait for me here for a moment!"

As Xia Yang entered Tianji Sect, a moment later, with a bright smile on his face, he got the answer he wanted. He patted Chu Xun on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Let's go!"

"puff!"

Just walked out not far.

Xia Yang coughed slightly.

The complexion is sallow.

The body is full of twilight energy.

I can't stand it anymore.

"Senior, go back to the sect!" Chu Xun said with trembling heart.

"No!"

"It's not done yet!"

"I'm worried!"

Holding on to his weak body, Xia Yang took Chu Xun to the Goddess Sect and then to the Shenxing Sect. At this point, all the six Holy Land sects had gone.

Return to Donglin Sect.

Xia Yang was too weak to stand.

But there was a strong smile on his face.

funeral affairs.

Arrangements are over.

You can sit back and relax!