In the early years, when the old man of the Chen family was still alive, he spent a lot of money to buy a corner of the cemetery here as a burial place for Chen family members after their death.
The tomb area has a pleasant scenery, with mountains and rivers, and is well taken care of by dedicated personnel.
Chen Xuanjun rarely comes here, at most twice a year.
One is Qingming Festival, and the other is the death anniversary of my late mother.
It is unique to come here alone like today.
At this moment, he squatted in front of the tombstone and spoke slowly with a smile.
It was an interesting story from his childhood, where he had a fight with some of his brothers.
His eyes were red and his voice was soft.
"Mom, my son really misses you."
"I miss the sweet-scented osmanthus cake you made, and the old cloth shoes with thousand-layer soles that you gave me with your own hands."
"The way you scolded me with a straight face."
"You sit under the grape trellis and enjoy the cool air."
Mr. Chen, who was unsmiling in the eyes of outsiders, reached out and touched the photo on the tombstone, his eyes revealing memories.
After a while, he turned back and sat back on the steps, taking out a small bottle of liquor from his pocket.
Drinking alone, one is filled with emotions.
Not far away, a white-haired old man wearing an old-style button-down cotton-padded jacket was cleaning the fallen leaves accumulated on the ground.
Bow, bow your head, and be meticulous.
The broom rubs against the ground, making a swishing sound with a distinct rhythm.
He is very old, at least eighty years old.
The skin is loose and stretched, and the eye sockets are sunken and shriveled.
His face was covered with age spots and his movements were extremely slow.
Chen Xuanjun saw him, his lazy body straightened subconsciously, and there was a look of respect in his eyes.
"My eyes are dull and my mind is weak. Mr. Xuan, you are afraid."
Half an hour later, the old sweeper stood in front of Chen Xuanjun.
He held the broom with both hands and said in a deep tone: "A little setback can make you want to retreat. Isn't it ridiculous to be so fragile and want to become the master of China?"
Chen Xuanjun shook his head and said: "Father, I have never been afraid of insignificant storms. I am afraid that the waves will shake the sky and break my body into pieces without even realizing it."
The old man sweeping the floor played with taste: "What about?"
Chen Xuanjun replied: "Jiang Yuezhong betrayed the Chen family with the red fish, and the fate of the dragon fish is like a chicken flying egg."
"I couldn't swallow my luck, and it ruined the undercover agent I had placed in Kunlun for more than ten years."
"Even the nine red lotuses of luck that I worked so hard to accumulate were almost replaced by the old magician."
"In terms of employment, I failed miserably."
The old man sweeping the floor echoed: "If you don't recognize people clearly, you really can't blame others."
Chen Xuanjun laughed miserably and said: "Fang Wenxuan was originally a chess piece I used to hold Kunlun in check. In order to gain leverage from Ziwei, I gave it away in vain."
The old man placed the broom horizontally, sat cross-legged across from Chen Xuanjun and said, "There is also gain in giving up. You have not suffered a loss in this transaction."
"Fang Wenxuan's fate has been swallowed up by you, so it's no big deal."
"Instead of grandly saying that you will use her against Kunlun, it is better to say that you are selfish and reluctant to let her go."
"You haven't tasted that woman's exquisite taste after all. You just feel unwilling to do so."
Chen Xuanjun opened his mouth wide, seemingly speechless to argue.
The old man said with great interest: "Continue."
The man from the Chen family who succeeded in transforming the evil python into a dragon said silently: "He severely damaged Lingxi with sword energy, forced her to leave Kyoto, and joined forces with the three forces to intercept and kill her on the way."
"With this plan, I took advantage of the right time, place and people to indirectly lead to the truth that Lingxi has the destiny of a true dragon."
"If you can succeed, your luck will come naturally."
"Can......"
Chen Xuanjun's breathing became heavier and his anger increased: "The Taoist sect rebelled for no reason, and a mysterious girl appeared out of nowhere."
"At the age of seven or eight, his cultivation level is ridiculously high."
"The two old guys from the Demon Sword Palace have died, and the crazy woman from Qimen has lost all her cultivation."
