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"Maybe it's a little old, or maybe it's because I have lived in this world for a long time, experienced enough, and seen too much dirty things. So, at my age, my sincere heart like you at this age has long disappeared."

"As for friends, when I was young, there were many intimate, unintimate, and good friends. There were also friends who were always calculating. In short, at that time, there were many people around me."

Under the bright moon, Chen Bahuang's high talk and insights about his friends evoked the old man's memories. At this moment, the old man's thoughts were flying to where he was. It was possible that he thought of when he was young, or that he thought of some happiness, and the person who tried the clothes said it was a sad thing.

The only thing that can be confirmed is that at this moment, the face of this 70-year-old man was filled with loneliness and vicissitudes, you were nostalgic for fascia, and even a little annoyed.

"Sometimes, for people like us who put their heads on their belts, living for a long time may not be a good thing."

"Xuanzhikou's ultimate goal of immortality in practicing Taoism is to achieve eternal life. Why can you live long after a long time at the old man? It may not be a good thing." Chen Bahuang seemed to have said the opposite argument to the Great Elder, but at this moment his expression was full of jokes.

"I, who cannot live forever, is here because of my talent in my realm, can live for at most one or two hundred years in my life, and it may be over, so I can't understand why they always want to live for so long." Chen Bahuang's question also made a disdainful smile appear on the corner of the old man's mouth.

This old man, regardless of the sutra skills, talent, or even achievements, is not worth mentioning at all for those real practitioners, and is even like an ant, but at this moment he spoke in an extremely disdainful tone that the so-called masters, so-called great men, and so-called practitioners are truly dreaming of things that they dream of for the rest of their lives.

"It may be because I can't imagine what those big guys plan in their hearts, so I can't be those big guys. For an old man like me, if my son and daughter-in-law hadn't died decades ago, how could I go back to my old job and do this kind of business that would die anytime and anywhere. I just find a pot of tea under the shade of a tree, bring a palm fan, blow the wind and drink tea. Wouldn't he be fine?"

"This should be the different sayings that those literati often talk about." Chen Bahuang's expression was as calm as ever, as if there was no impact on him or not. For his life, it was not that important to how long he could live. "I have just broken through the realm of a master of swordsmanship. If I live for three or five hundred years in terms of lifespan, it would not be a problem."

"But I never thought that I could live for three or five hundred years, but there were few people around me. If I could do it, I would always want to ask myself a question, that is, what's the use of living for these three or five hundred years?"

"Aren't the most painful thing for people in your world, isn't it a difference?"

"As a practitioner and a practitioner with a talent, life expectancy is not a difficult task for me. The difficulty is that I need to gradually become lonely along the way, and gradually watch all the important people around me leave me."

"You two are the same. Can you not worry so much now?" Chen Bahuang, who was standing beside him, couldn't help but smile bitterly after hearing the conversation between the two old and the young, "You two have time to worry about each other, so hurry up and take care of your injuries. Because as long as your injuries are healed, you will no longer have time to think about anything else."
Chapter completed!