If you can see the other end of the old age in the green and slender China at the age of 20, will people not make many mistakes? Will a person’s life be happy?

“Father!” Long Yuan looked forward to appearing at the door of the hall, and his son returned. Long Haochen.

Long Haochen was holding a baby in her hand, with two tear marks on her face, which were extremely inconsistent with her rough face.

Long Yuan was startled, day and night, day and night, and the familiar white teenager in the middle of a run ran into the hall, his happy face blurted out, father!

Long Yuan leaned forward, “Haochen, what’s wrong?”

“Hao Xuan … Hao Xuan …” Long Haochen wrote with grief on his face, “Hao Xuan was killed!”

“What?” Long Yuanhuo stood up. “What’s wrong?”

“The disciples of Beichen Sword School informed that Hao Xuan and his sister were killed by evil spirits, leaving only one child!”

Long Yuan sat down quietly, his eyes rang, his brain was blank. For a long time, Long Yuan passed back to God, tears flickered in his clear eyes, and looked at the baby in Long Haochen’s hand.

“This is the flesh of Hao Xuan.”

Long Yuan trembled over and took the baby from Long Haochen. Bai Nen’s baby fell asleep, and occasionally twitched his lips, without even noticing the great sadness of the old man holding him. Long Yuan picked up the baby and murmured, “You will be the pillar of the Dragon family’s future, so let’s call it the pride and pillar of the Dragon family …”

Long Yuan holding the baby silently walked out of the hall. Long Haochen looked at the figure that was gradually away from Long Yuan, across the heavy door, the candlelight was tilted west, and the light and shadow were scattered. At that moment, the figure of the old father suddenly became emaciated and thin. Long Haochen suddenly felt that people did not grow old, but they would grow old in an instant.

Long Yuan was awakened fiercely, and the sweat beads on his forehead shook his head in the deep depression and shook the moonlight to the ground. The resentment in the eyes of the old man disappeared and suddenly became quiet like an injured lion. Looking back at the asleep Dragon Dragon, he looked up at the quiet moonlight outside the window, closed his eyes, and muttered to himself, “Hao Xuan …”

People are old, the sun is shining and the sun is dusk. Sometimes I walked past the house where Hao Xuan once lived and it was empty. Long Yuan’s heart seemed to be missing something. Long Yuan ordered his subordinates to clean Long Haoxuan’s room, and strictly forbid others to move in. Often sitting in Long Haoxuan’s room, silent and silent, all I heard was the sound of inner sorrow. The things of the Long family were all taken over by Long Haochen, but Long Haochen was dull in talent and failed to carry forward the business and kung fu of the Long family. Often think of that stinking kid, if that kid is …

Huh, kid!

Maybe the next moment, that familiar figure will suddenly come in?

Moonlight night cold star, Beichen lonely, thousands of years.

Come back, for a wandering wanderer, for whom is a bright light in the distance? The white-spirited soul wailed in sorrow above the clouds in the sky, and looked at the lonely old man, with a lamp like a bean, and his eyes flashing.

The clear moonlight faded away, and the night was already deep. The air was so clear and clear.

The good thing is that the age is an evergreen tree, and its miracle is that there will always be hope, and you will always see the light ahead. The death of a life, the next young life is moistened by the rain of love, flourishes, and the dark golden flow that is engraved in the blood of life is not dead, immortal, immature, immortal.

ten years.

In the blink of an eye, light years are like shuttles.

“Grandpa, you have to teach me new sword tricks again.” The immature child’s voice was innocent and shouted the old man aside. At that time, Long Yuan, who was shouting on the rivers and lakes, echoed with a million voices, but at this moment was an ordinary old man wearing a dress, walking slowly and with rank. Time is the greatest god that has changed a person’s appearance, withered, or flourished.

Long Yuan looked at Long Zhiyu’s eyes with a long-lasting love and eternal warmth. In Long Yuan’s mind, sometimes, he even doubted the naughty boy in front of him. Isn’t this Xuaner? Xunzhong wondered whether the pain of Hao Xuan had been transformed into loving-kindness and grafted on Xunzhi’s body. When he stared at the uncle, he found that this naughty boy was just like Long Haoxuan of that year, naughty and uninhibited.

“Grandpa, grandpa, I want you to teach me new sword tricks, and I have learned them before.” Long Zhixuan looked at the tall Dragon Yuan with a small face, and Long Yuan’s big hand stroked Long Zhiyuan Head.

“The young master is almost ready to learn.” Long Yuan, a maidservant in a pink dress, interjected, and then spit out her pink tongue.

“Okay! Grandpa taught him how to do three steps of the moon arc!”

“Grandpa taught me to practice swords!” “Grandpa taught me to practice swords again!”

Long Yuan gazed at his little grandson. Such words had once been spit out of a child’s mouth, and they were also of this age, but the title was father. Long Yuan sighed and sighed, “Bring a sword!”

Xiao He on the one hand respectfully handed over the sword, and the sword “pumped out”, the tiger step tightened, his eyes penetrated from the hilt of the sword to the tip of the sword by the calm breath. “The moon arc is cut in three sections!” Three light arcs rushed from three angles, hitting the small tree not far away. With a click, the tree was chopped into three pieces.

Long Zhiyun and Xiaohe yelled, “Grandpa is great!” “Grandpa is great!”

After a while, the asthmatic Long Yuan took the sweat towel from Xiao He’s hands, wiped the sweat on his forehead, and exhaled deeply, “No, grandpa is old! No longer than before.” To the side of the Dragon’s Wing.

“Say, think for yourself.”

“Grandpa, I’ll try it out.” Long Zhixuan’s smile looked up at Long Yuan.

“Well, go.”

Long Zhiyi’s clear eyes looked at Long Yuan, as if he had passed on his grandpa’s energy to himself, summoning courage, and ran to the training ground with a sword in his hand.

“Xiao He, stay with Master!”

“Yes, sir.”

Long Yuan watched as the two men bounced, gradually disappearing in the pupils into a vague vision, a smile appeared on his face, mixed with the light of hope and love . Long Yuan walked away silently and went straight to the familiar house, the room that seemed to be endlessly lonely. The door squeaked and pushed away. Long Yuan’s gaze swept silently from left to right across the bookshelves, vases, calligraphy and paintings on the wall. The familiar taste seemed to wake up slowly after a thousand years of sleep. Every time Long Yuan feels this way, do people fall in love with memories when they get old?

Long Yuan sat on the ebony circle chair, where the taste of Long Hao Xuan still remained. The long-slipping circle chair has a smooth, jade-like surface with a simple luster, Long Yuan’s hands can’t help wiping back and forth, and the clothes are scattered on the surface of the ring chair, completely covering the ring chair. Eyes fell on a wolf pen on the table, and the stiff pen fell straight on the bronze pen holder.

“Father, I want to write!”

“Okay, Xuaner, my father is here to teach you!”

The past is vivid, but not gloomy. After the old man gently wiped, all the objects on the table seemed to be awakened by a sleeping memory and enjoyed deliberately in the big hands of callus rebirth. The old man sighed deeply, the silent room echoed like a wall of his own heart, hovering in the smoke-like lichen grass.

The warmth of the setting sun obliquely dropped from the flower window onto the desk, as if the palm of a warm hand rubbed, a faint aperture, and Lingzhong returned to its original time.

The oblique gradual sinking, the night Zhangyawu claws engulfed the light, and at night, it was a deep nostalgia. The old man sighed deeply.

“Grandpa, come and see.” Long Zhiyu, pulling Long Yuan’s shirt, carried a sword to the training ground. Long Yuan said secretly, only two days later, the boy learned? Wait and see.

Long Zhizhen held the sword long and held his breath, and Long Zhizhen’s immature face had this rare calmness and calmness, which he practiced in his heart. Slightly closed eyes opened, and the cold light revealed.

“The moon arc is cut in three segments!” Three sharp light arcs swept away from the stone sculptures not far from three different angles, and the sound of three sounds of golden iron and iron accompanied the yelling of the dragon’s owl in the stone sculpture Three deep marks were engraved on it.

“Okay!” Long Yuan could not help but flash his eyes, looking at this genius-like grandson. I sighed, so was Long Hao Xuan. The future of the Long family rests on this sapling.

“Grandpa, I don’t think the power of Moon Arc Slash is enough. Three-segment attack is worse than three-segment chop. It’s better. Grandpa, what do you think?” Long Zhizhen’s face was solemn, Yang With a small head, he looked at Long Yuan with a surprised look.

“The Moon Arc Sword is a sword move passed down from the ancestors of the Dragon family. It has been passed down from generation to generation. No one has ever thought about changing the most basic sword stroke of the Moon Arc Sect.” Long Yuan’s eyes flashed.

“Grandpa, maybe this is the case.” Long Zhizhen walked steadily, holding the sword in both hands, and the sun was shining directly on the sword. Eyes fell on the blade of the sword, and heart, sword, and god converged on the blade.

“The moon arc is cut!” Long Zhiyu, who screamed, still followed Long Yuan’s routine. Three arcs of light from different directions radiated from the top of the sword tip. There is no scattered attack, but they join together into a larger arc of light in mid-air, like the moonlight in the dark, emitting a bright light under the day.

“What!” There was a loud noise, and the bursting stone sculpture was accompanied by Long Yuan’s shout of surprise.

Long Yuan silently remembered the moment in his mind, every detail in the autumn, every subtle step, Long Yuan slowly aftertaste, sighing, “The power of aggregation and change is indeed far better than scattered Three-stage cut! ‘

Long Yuan looked at the smile of the dragon, and was shocked in his heart. Then he let go of his mind again. Such a child is destined to be an unusual character in the future! Eyes were looking at Long Zhi’s immature face, and the fine fluff on his cheek was wet with sweat, with a smile on his face and a childish look. Long Hao Xuan’s shadow slowly appeared on Long Zhi’s body, and Long Yuan seemed to see the heroic figure of Long Hao Xuan who was still a child.

Heroes have been young since ancient times. Dragon Family Treasure Tree, Dragon Crest!

Yes, in the eyes of Long Yuan at this moment, nothing is more precious than Long Zhi’s! Even with the millions of wealth of the Long family, Long Yuanxin, who has experienced the storm, is old. He only wants to stand alone on the horizon, and in his own place, the lotus root returns to the south, and he enjoys the moon …