Xianxia: Big Brother Tianyongcheng

Since then, the world has lost one Wan Jianyi with a sword that moves Jiuxiao, and a sweeper with a broken arm has been added to the ancestral hall.

"Bah~~bah~~"

The old sweeper sat under the shade of a tree to enjoy the shade, and took out the large cigarette pouch from his waist.

The old and wrinkled hand took out the flint and the fire knife, rubbed it, and twitched.

He leaned against the sturdy tree trunk, puffing out circles of white smoke, looking at the blue sky with his eyes, he didn't know what he was recalling, and his expression was relaxed and leisurely.

"The old man is old this year? How long have you been sweeping the floor here?"

Xiao Yu walked over with a smile on his face.

Sitting next to the old sweeper, imitating his appearance, leaning on the tree trunk and looking up at the sky above.

The sweeping old man looked at Xiao Yu and seemed to be surprised that a person of Xiao Yu's identity did not dislike him, not only sitting beside him, but also chatting with him.

"I'm old, I can't remember. I only remember the first day I came to sweep the floor. This osmanthus tree is not taller than me. In the blink of an eye, spring and winter have come, and it has grown into a towering tree."

The old man sweeping the floor dabs out the dry smoke, said his feelings, and couldn't help shaking his head and sighing.

"Yeah, time flies so fast."

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"The master has won the prize."

Xiao Yu walked towards the ancestral hall with brisk footwork, and said as he walked:

"At that time, the junior's cultivation base was low, and in the face of the strong blood-sucking monsters, they had to use some opportunistic means. In order to save the master's life, he had to take out the Forgetfulness Pill, and please don't blame the master."

As he spoke, he released his divine sense and glanced at the mountain where the ancestral hall was located.

He found that the entire mountain was deserted, except for an old sweeper, and there was not even a second person.

"In the face of a powerful enemy, choosing to outsmart is also a hero's true character."

Master Shui Meng said kindly: "Although Wang Qing Dan made me lose my memory, it saved my life. After returning to Zhuxian Mountain, Xue Er told me everything. Speaking of which, I should really thank you."

"Don't mention this Master Xie Zi again, otherwise it will be too raw."

Xiao Yu said these words, but his consciousness locked the old man sweeping the floor.

The old sweeper only had one arm, standing at the door of the ancestral hall with a broom in his hand, sweeping the leaves one by one.

His body was hunched, his face wrinkled, his movements sluggish, and his energy was weak, only his eyes were piercing.

"Well, the ancestral hall is here."

Master Shui Meng stopped in front of an ancestral hall.

When the old sweeper saw someone coming, he slowly stopped sweeping, his eyes fell on Shui Meng, his face was expressionless, he looked at Lu Xueer, Zhao Linger, Xiao Yu, and Zhang Fanchen one by one, without moving or speaking, but slowly retreating to the corner.

"Xiao Shaoxia, please wait outside the door to be wronged first, and I will go to pay homage to the ancestors of the past."

"It's okay, Master, please."

Xiao Yu smiled lightly and watched Master Shuiyue lead Lu Xueer into the ancestral hall.

He doesn't care about worship, the drunkard's intention is not drinking, his eyes naturally fall on the old man sweeping the floor.

The consciousness swept lightly on the old man, and he did not find any fluctuations in spiritual power. The old man was just like the old men in most villages, his face was wrinkled, his body was old, and he was unremarkable.

"It's hidden deep enough."

Xiao Yu looked at the old man sweeping the floor and murmured in amazement.

I'm afraid that looking at the whole world, except for Daoxuan, who thinks that only Xiao Yu knows the true identity of the old man sweeping the floor.

Wan Jianyi!

This is the name that suppressed an era!

He is the most amazing sword immortal among the predecessors of the previous generation of Zhu Xianzong!

He, a young man with high spirits, held a dragon-slaying sword, slaying demons and slaying demons, and marched forward, smashed into the depths of the desert, and captured the Holy Land of Demon Sect!Create a miracle!

He untied the veil of the demon saint Youji with his own hands, and after being cut off by the latter, he was still full of pride, his face did not change, and he praised Youji for her unparalleled beauty.

It was precisely because of this sentence that You Ji admired him, and for a hundred years, he never forgot it, and even never married.

Later, with his broken arm, he returned to Zhuxian Mountain and found that the leader Tian Chengzi had become a demon because of the Sword of Zhuxian!

He decisively raised his sword again, beheaded to become the head of the devil, broke into a catastrophe, became a traitor of the sect, and was sentenced to be beheaded in public, but he had no regrets or regrets.

Fortunately, the senior brother Daoxuan rescued him secretly, and saved him from the guillotine.

Since then, the world has lost one Wan Jianyi with a sword that moves Jiuxiao, and a sweeper with a broken arm has been added to the ancestral hall.

"Bah~~bah~~"

The old sweeper sat under the shade of a tree to enjoy the shade, and took out the large cigarette pouch from his waist.

The old and wrinkled hand took out the flint and the fire knife, rubbed it, and twitched.