Immortal Becomes a Stay-at-home Dad After Return

Winter in Qin Ling is bleak.

At noon, the mountain visibility never exceeds 200 to 300 meters.

Big fog, cold and snowy.

This small village hiding in the valley is as quiet and peaceful as ever.

Outside the monastery of the solemn Mu.

The giant bronze ring has been carefully cleaned up, and the accumulation of snow on the top has been cleaned up, revealing that it has been buried by the accumulation of snow for a long time and is exclusively thick and concentrated in bronze.

Countless sacrificial magic artifacts have been filled with empty squares.

Uncle Tai's bones are empty.

According to the village tradition, seven days and seven days will have to be celebrated in the square outside the shrine before the funeral ceremony can take place after the crown grave is erected for him.

The main character of the funeral was only Granduncle.

Uncle was dying, but luckily he recovered a life.

I guess Uncle Sang will be glad to wake up.

Zhao Xinghuai, Li and An hid in the house drinking boring wine.

They tried to get drunk when they were bitter.

Because of its excellence, even drunkenness becomes a luxury.

Though days have passed, the look of the young man seems to be becoming clearer and clearer in their minds.

Zhao Xinghuai was the same age as Li and An, two years older than Qin Yongyan.

The village is neither a sect nor a family.

This is an ordinary village where hundreds of families live.

Of course, this village has its own special place.

Chimen Hundreds, Six Miscellaneous Schools, each may have a different inheritance.

Zhao Xinghuai, Li An, Qin Yongyan, they all learned martial arts, so they've been having fun since childhood.

Zhao Xinghuai and Li and Ann have always been proud of themselves as the strength of the village.

Uncle, they're role models.

Granduncle, it's their dream.

But now, everything is broken.

It wasn't until that day that they finally understood...

What is power.

It is an absolute force and a desperate force.

Everyone was so scared that the village's highest ranked, most powerful, virtuous uncle died on the spot, no one dared to come forward to avenge his uncle.

The elderly council silenced, after the death of Uncle Tai, the seven elderly cousins dared not even show their faces, so let the man swagger away...

Old Qin can't help it.

She had a good daughter and found a good son-in-law.

Didn't expect to argue with Qin Yongyan for most of their lives, but eventually they lost in this regard.

The more Zhao Xinghuai thought about it, the more he felt bored, the more he picked up the dirt jar next to him and drank it.

Li and An stunned for a moment and touched him with a dirt jar.

Outdoor snow and wind continue.

When they finish this drink, they have to clear the snow and prevent the huge bronze cauldron and manipulators in the square from being buried with snow.

At least it's your uncle's sacrifice, and it can't be too cold.

Both were Dandelion masters, so after drinking, they walked out the door in a single suit and swept up the snow on the floor with a broom.

It was obviously noon, but because the fog covered the sun, the sky seemed so gloomy, as dull as it had been before the storm.

The dull weather also makes people feel more dull.

“Psst, this damn weather. ”

Zhao Xinghuai swept the snow while holding the broom, cursing with hatred.

suddenly.

He seemed to feel something, so he rushed up and looked up into the sky.

There was a black dot suddenly appearing in the misty sky.

The black spot grew bigger and bigger. Zhao Xinghuai couldn't help but stand tall and lean back on his head to see more clearly.

“Old Li, look! ”

Their eyesight was far superior to that of ordinary people, so Li and Ann immediately discovered that very tiny black spot.

Seems like a person?

But a breathing effort.

The shadow actually flew right above their heads.

At that time, they finally saw the figure.

It's him!

This young man turns to ash, he can recognize it at a glance!

Zhao Xinghuai was terrified.

With little thought, he lifted the broom and took a defensive stance.

Yet the young man who flew in the sky did not seem to have seen them at all.

Nor did he see any movement, and a long sword suddenly appeared in his hand.

“Bad!”

As soon as he saw the sword, Zhao Xinghuai was in a hurry.

But before he could shout out his voice, he had seen the young man gently chop a sword towards the monastery below.

A golden sword emerged smoothly.

As the sword flashed toward the monastery, it began to grow slowly...

At first it looked like an ordinary long sword.

The winking effort has been amplified tens of times.

When approaching the pavilion, the sword became more like a moving car driving at high speeds, directly stopping the waist from hitting the gate in the middle of the pavilion.

Boom!

The gates of the pavilion burst into flames, immediately causing tens of millions of violent turbulence.

Wooden doors instantly stirred into countless pieces under the manic currents.

……

It's not over yet.

After hitting the gates of the pavilion, the sword sword remained unstoppable.

Like a moving car, the sword swept through the front yard and crushed the main hall until it was cut off on the hillside behind the monastery, which stopped.

This young man, with a sword at his fingertips, actually cut the temple in half!

The sword glow disappeared.

The uprising has become more violent.

Zhao Xinghuai stood in the square, holding Dan in his crotch, his arms crossed in front of him.

The manic flying sand and gravel continued to hit him, shocking his flesh and skin ache.

This hard resistance may be unnecessarily harmed, so Zhao Xinghuai thought about it, helplessly let go of the pride of the master, suddenly fell on the ground, then covered his head with his hands, praying that the storm would soon subside.

After a long time.

The airflow finally stabilized and the soot dissipated.

The monastery of the solemn Mu, at this moment, has been divided into two parts, as if it had been held in the middle by the living.

A fragmented wall of rubble.

Zhao Xinghuai lay on the ground and felt the storm subside before he looked up secretly to see the situation.

Lee and Ann are not far from him.

The open spaces surrounding the square were filled with broken stones and the pavilion was split in half.

He hesitated for a moment and looked up at the sky.

The young man……

With a long sword, he looked down on the arts and crafts as if he were nothing but an angel.

He gently landed not far from Zhao Xinghuai.

His voice then spread to Zhao Xinghuai's ears.

“I don't want to cause sin for no reason...”

“So I'd like you to tell me...”

“The Yin Soul of the Xuan Girl...”

“Where is it? ”

This was not said to Zhao Xinghuai alone.

His voice was light, but at the same time it rang in every corner of the village.

The tranquillity of the village was broken.

Countless people walked out of the room and poured towards the square.

From heaven's point of view, it's like a blank sheet of paper suddenly showing up with a lot of ants.

The head is buoyant, but no one dares to approach the square.

Chen Xi held a long sword and stared silently at the monastery in front of him.

suddenly.

An old man walked out of the broken walls of the shrine.

There are seven of them, all wearing white exercise clothes, tall, short, fat and thin.

The head of the family held his uncle's tap crutch that day, presumably taking his place after his uncle died.

Seven old men stood on the steps and looked away at Chen Xi.

After hesitating for a moment, the old man headed softly sighed: “Why do you have to push the old bones against us when you are young and expensive? ”

Chen Xi couldn't help but smile. “Give me the ghost of the bastard, I promise you won't hurt anyone. ”

The voice fell and the old man, who was the head, was silent.

Some of the old men beside him also had a slight change of complexion.

They followed closely, and they exchanged their eyes silently.

This ancient village holds many secrets.

For example: The Yin Soul of the Xuan Girl is actually the key to opening the Heavenly Gate.

Heavenly Gate has not appeared for more than a hundred years, and Xuanmen has changed batches and batches.

It was not until this batch that they finally received Heaven Gate confirmation that Heaven Gate was about to open.

This is their last chance.

Several old men watched Chen Xi under the steps, silently communicating.

Choose to give up, or…