The Supreme Emperor of the City

Chapter 952

Under Wangxing Mountain, Lin Xing appeared silently.

He raised his head and looked at Wangxing Mountain in front of him, with a complicated expression on his face.

This is the first time I have returned to Wangxing Mountain in so many years.

And Wangxing Mountain is still such a Wangxing Mountain.

But in Wangxing Mountain, there is no one there anymore.

Even if it was the breath of life, Lin Xing didn't feel much.

"That old guy, it seems that he is really not far from death!"

Sighing, Lin Xing raised his feet and slowly walked up Wangxing Mountain.

He wasn't moving fast, but he wasn't slow either.

It took more than an hour for Lin Xing to arrive at the building in Wangxing Mountain.

Walking slowly outside a hut, Lin Xing didn't even knock on the door, just pushed open the door of the hut and walked in.

In the hut, the old drunkard stood in front of the window, his eyes were very calm looking at the scenery outside the window.

There was no trace of twilight on his body, and even his appearance didn't change.

It seems that it is no different from when Lin Xing's memory of strength was sealed.

"where are they."

Glancing at the old drunkard's back, Lin Xing yawned and said, casually came to the table and sat down, then slowly brewed tea.

"When did you see someone keep running into other people's graves?"

Hearing Lin Xing's voice, the old drunkard spoke to Lin Xing in a very calm tone.

When Lin Xing heard this, a playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said with slight fluctuations in his tone: "You are not wrong in what you said, but although Wangxing Mountain is the tomb you chose, it is not the tomb we live in. The place?"

As he said that, Lin Xing continued to make tea in his hands at a steady pace, while turning his head and continued to look at the back of the old drunkard, and said, "Don't you think that you old guy is very selfish, even if you die, you don't plan to If you hand over this little bit of property, you have to take it with you.”

"Wang Xingshan's industry, you guys don't like it either."

The old drunkard turned around slowly and looked at Lin Xing, his tone still calm.

Wangxing Mountain, before he accepted disciples, was the tomb he chose for himself.

Although it is said that Wangxingshan's family business is not too small.

But to Lin Xing and the others, Wangxingshan's family business was nothing at all.

Therefore, it is better to continue to keep it as your own grave.

If these fellows had a conscience, after their death, they would be very satisfied when they come back to offer incense sticks to themselves on their birthdays or Ching Ming Festival or something.

"Give me the property of Wangxingshan, I'm already planning to retire."

After Lin Xing made the tea, he waved it casually, and the poured cup of tea was shot towards the old drunkard.

Immediately after he made himself another cup of tea, he lay on the chair with his hands behind his head and said in a casual tone.

The old drunkard took the teacup, took a sip of the tea, and couldn't help but smiled at Lin Xing: "Although your age is considered old in the eyes of ordinary people, but in the cultivation world, you have just reached adulthood. Are you thinking of retiring now?"

Lin Xing hummed, and mentally controlled the teacup to float in front of him, and then controlled the tea in the teacup to slowly pour into his mouth.

After drinking the tea in the teacup, Lin Xing looked at the old alcoholic lightly, and said in a slightly resentful tone: "I said when I just stepped on the path of cultivation, the life of a practitioner is not suit me."

"But you've always been in the water, haven't you?"

The old drunkard slowly came to the table with a teacup and sat down.

After pouring himself another cup of tea, he said to Lin Xing helplessly.

This guy used to complain a few words every time he saw him that he was not suitable for the cultivation world.

But the truth is, he is more at home in the cultivation world than anyone else.

Even though he has very few real friends, but... in the world of cultivation, he is one of the best friends.

"Just because I'm at ease doesn't mean I'm happy."

Lin Xing grinned at the old drunkard.

At the same time, he stretched out his hand to pick up his teacup, and slowly twirled it in his hand.

The old drunkard didn't want to talk to Lin Xing about this anymore, he frowned slightly and said, "Even if you really want to retire, don't you still have a place of hell? The land is so small that it is too pitiful."

Lin Xing sat down slowly, and poured another cup of tea into his cup.

His eyes looked at the old drunkard very seriously, and he shook his head and said, "I belong to Hell, but Hell doesn't belong to me. You should understand this truth."

As he said that, Lin Xing paused for a minute or two, and continued to say to the old drunkard: "The development of Hell, no matter what, I have to leave in the end. If I stay in Hell, it may restrict its development.

Besides, I am not the one who manages it at all. The stalls in Hellland are too big, and I don't have the ability to solve them.

On the contrary, Wangxing Mountain is different, I can grow some vegetables and spiritual materials in this mountain, support myself self-sufficiently, and be at ease..."

The old drunkard laughed silently, half-closed his eyes, and said to Lin Xing with a smile: "Speaking of it, you don't even plan to leave a piece of coffin land to me?"

"If you want to die, go to die elsewhere, don't die in Wangxing Mountain, it will bring bad luck to this place."

Lin Xing snorted coldly, took a sip of tea, and at the same time looked at the wine gourd on the old drunkard's waist, pouted and continued, "Come on, if you can't drink tea, you'd better drink a bar.

And when you are sober, you can only talk nonsense, and only when you are drunk can you speak a little bit of plain words..."

"You little brat..."

The old drunkard glared at Lin Xing, but still put the tea cup in his hand on the table.

Of course, he didn't open his wine gourd to drink, but looked at Lin Xing with half-closed eyes and asked, "Tell me, you won't just be thinking about my burial place when you look back at Xingshan this time."

"Just come back to see if you're dead."

Lin Xing glanced at the old drunkard, and said in a faint tone.

Immediately, he ignored the old drunkard, put down the cup in his hand, closed his eyes and fell asleep soundly.

It seemed that the old drunkard still had some time to live, and there was no need for him to talk to him as soon as he came back.

It's better to let him hang out first, and then talk to him about business when the time is right.

Seeing that Lin Xing closed his eyes and went straight to sleep, the old drunkard did not shake Lin Xing awake.

Instead, he came back to stand in front of the window, his eyes calmly looking out of the window.

It seemed that no matter how many years he had been looking at the scenery outside, he would never feel tired of it.

(End of this chapter)