In the Valley of Silence, in front of a thatched house.

With the half-round black sun and the countless ancient tombs, the two old men who have gone through several calamities and tribulations, pushing cups and changing lamps, laughing and scolding, seem to be extremely happy in the world.

However, many of the words between them may not be understood by others, even if they do not miss a word in front of them. All the laughter may be just appearances.

The pot of wine will never end, it will be poured and scattered, and the aroma will be scattered. The two old men seemed to be a little drunk. Actually, how can they get drunk? It's just that their hearts yearn for the taste of drunkenness, the feeling of being drunk.

"Old bird, did you say that back then, those Venerable were free?" the white-eyed old man held the lamp with one hand, his eyes narrowed slightly.

"Freedom? hehe!" "Back then, apart from the ghost venerable, who dared to say freedom, who was really chic? Demon Venerable Freedom? Immortal Venerable Freedom? Demon Venerable Freedom? Or Demon Venerable, Hades Zun Freedom, or God King, Buddha, and the pair of phoenixes, etc.? Dead death, dead death, seal of seal, missing disappearance." In my opinion, they really don't have an old bird like me, and they live comfortably. It's not even as good as you......"

"Then what do they say?" the white-eyed old man interrupted the old man who painted the soul, and then let out a sullen breath, as if puzzled.

Children play football, adults play cards, mortals want to eat and wear, and immortals seek eternal life. Those old monsters in the realm of eternity and respect take the Three Realms as a chess game and play chess! ”

The old man who painted the soul looked like he saw through everything and pretended to be profound, but this sentence was quite bluffing.

"Oh?" the white-eyed old man seemed to look at the old man with a little surprise. "I haven't seen you for so many years, but you've gained a lot of knowledge. There is still a level to be said in this statement!"

"It's a must!" said the old man smugly, "between black and white." Break the cut. The Demon Continent is destroyed, and there is still a blood moon, and if the blood moon is gone, there will be seven stars. Wait for the seven stars to be gone, and then go to the sea wilderness. The Three Realms are vast, maybe the Great Venerable Heaven was born out of thin air. Reinventing the world. Then keep playing, life and death, and the cycle repeats!"

Originally. The old man who painted the soul had a bit of a ridiculous taste. However, as he spoke, he himself felt that this was really the truth. I couldn't help but sigh. Drink all the wine in the glass. In fact. He can't see through it either.

The white-eyed old man, looking at the eyes of the painted soul, seemed to have a little admiration.

"Old bird, you won't be able to be promoted, right? Look at your mental realm, the future is limitless!

The old man who painted the soul glanced at the white-eyed old man coldly, knowing that he was sneering.

"Promotion, Yuan Immortal, it's already our limit. If. It's not those Venerable Ones, can we survive until now? and still be promoted? "You old man, don't you know that there are many things that you can only fantasize about when you are old? Otherwise, why don't you marry a few little wives again?"

After that, the old man who painted the soul laughed "haha".

"Do you think Lao Tzu can't marry? Bullshit! My old man doesn't want to marry, but I'm better than you? The immortal body understands that it is the immortal body!" The white-eyed old man was no longer angry at this time, but knew that he was fighting back against the old man who painted the soul.

"Hahaha!" the old man laughed, "do you really think you're a descendant of the Phoenix? Let's all marry another one, and then a pear blossom will press the begonia! Whether it is Shura's or the female baby of the sea wilderness, they are all very beautiful. You don't see it, it's much better than the female ghost you guarded!"

"Hahaha! This thing is feasible!" When the white-eyed old man heard this, he also looked up to the sky and laughed. Then, again, the two men touched a glass, but the drink overflowed.

Within the Three Realms, in fact, there are few people who can understand the desolation in their laughter, because no one knows their past.

In the night, the laughter fell, and the mountain wind rustled the black and white trees.

"But, they play like this, can we only accompany them?" After a while, the white-eyed old man frowned, looking a little dissatisfied and angry.

"Hey, hey, no one is forcing you to stay with you. If you don't play, you can go!, but aren't we just serving tea and pouring water to serve the life of the bureau?" said the old man laughing at himself.

"The Three Realms are a chess game, they are playing, let's accompany and wait!Hehe, interesting!" the white-eyed old man smiled helplessly.

"What's there?" the old man sneered, "We can at least look at the chess game, and we have nothing to do to help pick up the pieces or something." Many people are still looking outside the courtyard, desperately looking into the house, anxious to see? Besides, aren't there many people playing with you? Hatless Valley, it's not your pawn? Drunken Moluo, those ghosts, it's not your acquiescence, I guess you can't gain a foothold in the Shura realm, right? Otherwise, this cemetery is too useless!"

"Reasonable! Reasonable!" A glimmer of light flashed in the white-eyed old man's eyes, and then he didn't say anything, just muttered these two sentences, and he didn't know what they meant.

"What the hell is going on with the black veil girl? she should be a netherworld, how can she not be controlled?" said the old man suddenly.

"Huh?" the white-eyed old man looked at the painting soul vigilantly, "She, I can't see through it! There are many things, we still don't know!

"Could it be that she wasn't released by you?" The old man who painted the soul was slightly stunned, looking at the white-eyed old man with an incredible look.

"Old bird, are you mistaken? I'm a grave keeper, not a Mortal Venerable!What's the matter, do I have to say it?" the white-eyed old man said angrily, "I also tell you, those ghosts of the drunken demon Luo have nothing to do with me, it's not that I acquiesce or not, but I can't touch them at all." And the black yarn you said, what the hell is going on with her?"

The old man was stunned, and then couldn't help pointing at the nose of the white-eyed old man, and said angrily: "Waste! Say you, there's no point here! This can't move, you don't know that, you are here to retire?"

"Put your hands down! This is my territory, or cut off your bird claws and eat them with vinegar!" The white-eyed old man's voice was slightly stunned, "I am a waste, and you are also a waste!"

"Hmph! give it to you, do you dare to eat it?" the old man looked angry, but immediately took his hand back.

"Beware of that black gauze girl, it seems to be an underworld, maybe she is also running for those two coffins. The white-eyed old man said lightly.

"Could it be the person of the Immortal Venerable?" The old man who painted the soul restrained his anger, listened to Bai Mei's words, and the wine glass in his hand stopped, and he couldn't help frowning slightly, and said seriously.

"Perhaps, not yet!" the white-eyed old man couldn't help but feel shocked when he heard this, "But I really don't know." It's just that, don't forget that within the Three Realms, there is still a Venerable-level being!"

"Whoever is there can't touch my people!" said the old man with a painted soul, in a cold voice.

"Don't chirp crookedly here, I'll guard the tomb, who I love!" The white-eyed old man said impatiently, "You have the ability, you go to the bottom of the tomb and talk about it, what are you arguing about?"

The old man who painted the soul glared at the white-eyed old man, and he couldn't help but really didn't dare to take it.

"By the way, one more thing. When I woke up, I felt that the time of this Demon Continent was moving faster, it didn't seem to be like this before?

"I'm wondering? It's ten times faster than before. The white-eyed old man frowned, "I can't explain this, it seems that it has been like this since the last Three Realms War." ”

"Moreover, the immortal qi of the entire Blood Moon, and even the entire Shura World, is decreasing little by little. Even the immortal qi I have here is much thinner. It seems that there is something that has absorbed the power of the entire Shura. It's like, someone is stealing time. However, perhaps, this is the result of the collision of the coffins back then, which changed time and space. ”

"Draw strength and steal time. Nine coffins, nine coffins!" the old man frowned and nodded, thoughtful, but did not say anything more.

"Perhaps, we're all coming to the end. There should be an end, and it is good to recreate the world!" The white-eyed old man looked at the high heavens and the half-round black sun, "Sometimes, eternal life is also a kind of pain!"

"The catastrophe of 10,000,000 years is coming. The demon lang said, those who should wake up will wake up! You just wait, countless thousands of years, you have lived, and there are still thousands of years left?

"This is leaving!" the white-eyed old man sighed.

"You're alive and well, I'm glad, I might be here to kill you!" the old man smiled weirdly.

"Won't you die if you don't blow it? Neither of us can kill anyone, otherwise can we drink?" Get out! Get out!" the white-eyed old man sneered.

"Take care!" "Take care!" the old man smiled faintly, and then clenched his fists, "It's just that the wine is a little worse, it has no taste, and it doesn't taste good!"

In the end, he left a sentence that was not beaten, and the old man who painted the soul was nowhere to be seen.

The white-eyed old man, holding the wine in a daze, was a little stunned, and looked blankly at the endless graves in the Valley of Silence.

"Bullshit! You're blind to my wine!"

No one knew that the person who drank with him just now was actually his sworn enemy.

As the years go by, a lot can change!

Now, because of the changes in the Three Realms, there are very few people who can talk to him. The common experience in the past made him and the painting soul, such a waiter of the Three Realms, actually have some enemies and friends.

The Three Realms, how many stories, how wonderful!(To be continued......)