Titled 200 million years

Also, these silk fabrics could not have been made out of thin air by Su Wanluo. She must have raised mulberry and silkworms by herself, and then wove them with silk machines.

The Caidie was gone, and did not come out of the small world with him.

Xu died inside, not even a corpse was left.

It may also be annihilated in the void.

"After all, I still owe Su Wanluo a meal."

Xia Xun sighed softly.

I don't know if this regret can be made up in this life.

Putting away the feeling of loss, Xia Xun took a deep breath, and then exhaled.

His life has been ups and downs, and he has been accustomed to life and death.

There was more than one woman like Su Wanluo in his life after life.

Everyone is special.

And Su Wanluo is so special.

Xia Xun will keep her in mind, she used to treat herself well, and she smiled sweetly.

"If we can meet each other in this life, we will make steamed lamb, steamed bear paw, steamed deer tail, roasted duck, roasted chicken, roasted goose,

Assorted Supan, Smoked Chicken, Steamed Babao Pig, Duck Stuffed with Rice,

Canned pheasant, canned quail, braised shrimp, braised shrimp, simmered shrimp,

Spicy crayfish, Baobao meat, Dongpo meat, chestnut roast chicken..."

Xia Xun looked at the vast ocean in front of him, and made his first vow in this world.

...

...

People will die and their words are good.

Wen Ning was a heinous villain, but when he was dying, he showed his true shape and spoke the truth.

Xia Xun had always felt that he had been trapped for hundreds of years, but he didn't expect that a thousand years had passed since he entered this small world.

As for whether it was a thousand years, two thousand years, or nine thousand years, Wen Ning didn't say this.

"Where am I now?"

Xia Xun looked around, filled with doubts.

He was trapped in the small world when he accidentally touched the magic circle on a peak in the depths of the Hundred Thousand Great Mountain.

Could it be that the space was shattered and sent him randomly to an unknown place?

Thinking of this, Xia Xun couldn't help but breathe in air.

If so, it would be too fucking.

The neighborhood seems to be deserted, and the surrounding area is full of oceans, so I have to find a place with people to find out the news.

But the moment he turned around, he found that he had kicked something with his foot. It was so tough that he almost tripped him.

Xia Xun lowered his head to take a look, and found something buried in the soil, but only a small part of it was exposed on the ground, and it was dark.

He bent down to touch it, and found that it seemed to be a metal object.

Xia Xun digs through the soil with his hands, and something like this buried in the soil gradually reveals its true face.

What he didn't expect was that it was actually a sickle.

And surprisingly, it was the one he brought out during his experience.

Before they came out to practice, the mother-in-law and the others threw a bunch of weapons on the ground for Xia Xun to choose, and he could see at a glance that there were many of them.

I thought there were so many old folks in the village.

However, he didn't want any of these spirit soldiers. He turned to the place where he usually chopped wood, picked up the scythe on the ground and put it on his back, then bid farewell to his mother-in-law and the others, and went straight to the Shiwan Mountain outside the village.

Weapons also pay attention to the degree of fit, so naturally you have to choose the one that is easy to handle.

Those blood-drinking knives, peerless swords, and the like are not as easy to hold as his scythe that chops wood and wood.

I did not expect to encounter this sickle here.

Xia Xun was shocked immediately!

He wanted to pull out the sickle that had been with him for a long time, and he could not move as much as he could.

"strange."

Xia Xun frowned.

Although he is still in the title period, he can't use any spell cultivation base, but after all, he is a fairy, and his strength is not small.

It stands to reason that it is just a sickle buried in the soil, and he can pull it out with a little force.

If something goes wrong, there must be a demon.

Xia Xun knew that this sickle must be weird, so he continued to plow the soil with his hands.

After planing for ten minutes, the sickle finally revealed its full face.

Xia Xun finally knew why he couldn't pull out the sickle.

Because the sickle is stuck in the bluestone pile...

There is no doubt that the person who inserted the sickle into the bluestone pile must be a kendo master, because Xia Xun felt a terrifying sword aura from it.

Sword Qi is 30,000 miles across, and a sword shines on 19 continents!

"It must be Grandpa Xi!"

A familiar figure appeared in Xia Xun's mind.

Regardless of sensationalism at this moment, Xia Xun immediately accelerated and dug a five-foot-square pit on the ground.

After the pile of bluestones completely revealed his true face, he was dumbfounded, his eyes staring blankly at the stele standing in front of the pile of bluestones.

There are a few big characters written on it:

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The pursuit of love relies on several pairs of CP, and the spread of paternal love relies on curse and war games.

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Chapter Four

The stone stele is turquoise and looks like an ordinary stone.

But Xia Xun could feel the aura inside.

It should be a good-grade spirit stone, which was used by his mother-in-law as his tombstone.

...

At this moment, Xia Xun didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

He was obviously still alive, but he even had the tomb. What was annoying was that there was still a sickle on the tomb, which gave people a strange feeling.

But when he thought that this tomb must have been set up by her mother-in-law and the others in despair after trying to find themselves to no avail, Xia Xun immediately felt sad again.

"I don't know whether the mother-in-law and the others are still alive in this world after a thousand years have passed!"

Xia Xun frowned, her face sinking like water, a look of melancholy flashed across her eyes.

He stepped forward and reached out his hand to explore the stone tablet.

This handwriting is so familiar, even Xia Xun can recognize it at a glance even after a thousand years.

The most beautiful writing in the village is Grandpa Lu, who writes the couplets at the door of every family during the holidays.

Wang Xizhi and Yan Zhenqing were once visitors to Xia Xunmen, so he was also quite immersed in calligraphy.

Grandpa Lu's words have reached the realm of "the change of the gods and the prosperous life".

In his paintings, the blood and tears of life are mottled, and the ode to life is permeated in the momentum of the pen and ink; both infused with pride in the ups and downs of the lines, but also blasted in the series of cloth Personality is brilliant.The book is like an old dead forest, but there are thick flowers and tender stamens, one is angry, and ten thousand branches compete for hair.

Xia Xun had seen Grandpa Lu writing on the sidelines, and he was shocked and inexplicably shocked to see him.

On another occasion, Grandpa Lu was painting on the wall while Xia Xun chopped firewood on the side.

"The situation will force people, and the ghosts and gods will break away."

Xia Xun was surprised by the paintings on the wall.

Grandpa Lu's accomplishments in painting and calligraphy have reached the pinnacle, reaching the level of unpredictable ghosts.

But the characters on the bluestone stele were not written by Grandpa Lu.

Grandpa Lu can't write such ugly words...

Xia Xun immediately recognized that these characters on the tablet were written by her mother-in-law. Her style is very unique, the shape of the font is rectangular, the lines are clear and peaceful, elegant and graceful.

In fact, mother-in-law's words are also very beautiful, but when put together with Grandpa Lu's words, they immediately pale in comparison.

She is not to blame for her lack of strength, but her opponent is too strong.

"My son Xia Xun."

Xia Xun looked at these words on the tablet, and a happy and sweet smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

The inscription was engraved by the mother-in-law herself, indicating that he was regarded as her own son in her heart.

It feels so good.

I am a big living person with a tomb, and I always feel a little unlucky.

Xia Xun thought for a while, and then made a decision:

He wants to dig a grave...

Dig your own grave...

Xia Xun stretched out his hand to dismantle the tombs made of bluestones, but as soon as he tried hard, there were waves of energy on the bluestone stele, which shook him out and made him strong. Fell a dog to eat shit.

The pain is not painful, but the fall is a bit ugly.

Xia Xun got up from the ground, watching from a distance.

"Snapped."

On the surface of the stele, a crack suddenly appeared, followed by the second and third...

The stone skin on the surface of the stele turned into fragments, falling down continuously, revealing the true meaning of the stele.

On the cyan stone stele, mysterious sword patterns appeared, and the sword patterns were intertwined to form ancient characters, completely covering the stele.

"It's Grandpa Xi's kendo texture."

Xia Xun felt a familiar breath from this sword pattern, and his heart was shocked.

Not only that, he found that the ancient characters formed by the sword pattern vaguely formed a spell, which he guessed was Grandpa Lu's handwriting.