The woman smiled brightly, while the boy just twitched the corner of his mouth.

One person was sitting far away from everyone else, his figure was obscured by clouds and fog, and his face could not be seen. This person just held his sword across his knees, flicked his fingers slightly, then tilted his head slightly, and listened to the sound of the sword.

There was a young man with a gentle smile. He had a hairpin on his head and was adding firewood to the bonfire.

An extremely handsome young man was lying on the ground with his legs crossed. His eyes were bright and he was staring at the sky.

Next to him was a young swordsman with thick eyebrows and big eyes. From the perspective of future generations, he could only be considered a good-looking man. He was not teasing, but said to the young man lying on the ground in a serious tone: "You look ugly.

Be careful, you won’t be able to find your Taoist companion in the future.”

The young man raised his thumb and pointed at himself, "In terms of appearance, I, Chen Qingdu, have to look like this. You can't."

The handsome young man rolled his eyes. He took out an engraved bamboo Taoist book from his arms, raised it high and looked up at it.

The three sword cultivators, Guanzhao, Yuanxiang, Longjun, and later the great ancestor of Tuoyue Mountain, as well as Chusheng, actually got together to drink together, and they seemed to be on good terms with each other.

Long Jun smiled and said: "That Bixiao Cave Master from Luobaotan would be better off here. The wine he brews is delicious."

The Great Patriarch of Tuoyue Mountain suppressed his laughter and pointed at the young Taoist priest, "Forget it, there was a fight for no reason. He never beat us. I heard that fellow Taoist Bixiao was sulking, so he said harshly

If so, let him wait."

Chusheng smiled and joked: "If you can't fight, then stop fighting. Learn from our little master and be reasonable."

Someone suddenly asked: "What will the world be like in the future, a long time later...for example, a thousand years, two or three thousand years?"

The swordsman leader who almost never spoke to others hesitated to speak. It seemed that he rarely spoke once, but in the end he didn't say anything.

Chen Qingdu squinted his eyes and smiled, holding the back of his head with both hands, and murmured in a low voice: "Everyone will be very free, right? Those who can go up the mountain to practice, protect those who can't."

The future Patriarch of Tuoyue Mountain was full of energy and suddenly puffed up his chest, "It must be like this!"

The burly scholar gave him a thumbs up.

A middle-aged man, who had always closed his eyes, opened his eyes and smiled and said: "I will tell you so. I heard it."

Hearing this, after a moment of silence, they burst out laughing together.

This is the land of humanity once upon a time.
Chapter completed!