"Hmm?"
When Jian Wushuang heard this, he looked at the old woodcutter and was slightly surprised.
This old man was none other than the young boy who had enjoyed Jian Wushuang's company and asked him to tell him stories. He wanted to become a sword immortal in the future.
He did not expect that just by coming out of seclusion, everything had changed. The once naughty child had now become a white-haired old man.
He was afraid that the charming tea stall owner had already turned into a pile of dirt.
When Jian Wushuang looked at this person again, he no longer had the childlike innocence of a child. He was full of lethargy.
This made Jian Wushuang sigh. The vicissitudes of life.
"You don't recognize me?"
Collecting his thoughts, Jian Wushuang smiled at him.
"Ah …?"
The old man was slightly stunned when he heard this. He first looked at Jian Wushuang and saw that Jian Wushuang was dressed in luxurious clothes. His face was fair and handsome, and he was full of gentleness and elegance. It was obvious that he came from a big family.
Then, the old man asked in confusion, "Young Master, have we met before?"
Before Jian Wushuang could speak, he shook his head and said, "Young Master's bearing is extraordinary. This old man has never seen someone like Young Master. If this old man had seen you before, he would not have forgotten."
"Forgive this old man for not recognizing you."
When Jian Wushuang heard this, he smiled and made a decision in his heart.
Speaking of which, he was able to comprehend the Great Path because of this old man's casual question when he was still a child. It opened the key for him to comprehend the Great Path.
Therefore, Jian Wushuang decided to give him an opportunity.
If this person still had a trace of childlike innocence and did not forget his childhood dreams, then Jian Wushuang would use his cultivation method and step onto the path of cultivation.
If this person had already forgotten his childhood dreams, then he would protect him until he was a hundred years old and spend his old age in peace.
"Silly child, let me ask you. Do you still have your wooden sword? Do you still want to wield your sword and become the Carefree Sword Immortal whose name shakes the world? "
Jian Wushuang looked at him and asked calmly.
In an instant, the old woodcutter's entire body shook violently, and he looked at Jian Wushuang with a gaze as if he was looking at a ghost.
"You … you're the old immortal from back then?!"
The old woodcutter exclaimed in disbelief. Then, he knelt on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly.
His life was plain and uneventful. To him, perhaps the biggest episode in his life was when Jian Wushuang told him the story of the Sword Deity when he was young.
Even though time had passed and he was no longer in his prime, he had never forgotten the fortuitous encounter he had when he was young.
Even now, the old man that Jian Wushuang and Leng Rushuang had transformed into was still carved in his wooden house. Every day, he worshiped the old man as if they were gods.
"Get up."
Jian Wushuang's expression was calm as he raised his right hand. Instantly, a gentle divine power gushed out and helped the old woodcutter up from the ground.
"There's no need to kneel. You just have to answer my question."
When the old woodcutter heard this, he immediately quivered and replied emotionally,
"Old Immortal, the words of the Immortal back then, this old one … this junior dares not forget even for a single day. This junior even left that wooden sword at home!"
After he finished speaking, he quickly turned around and pulled out the wooden sword from the bottom of the wooden house. At this moment, the wooden sword seemed to have aged along with him. It was covered in dust and moldy white hair grew everywhere. There were also wormholes left behind by the gnawing of insects.
When Jian Wushuang saw this, he nodded slightly.
"Alright, I'll give you a gift today."
"You, come here."
When the old woodcutter heard this, he did not dare to delay and quickly knelt in front of Jian Wushuang. His expression was as sincere as a believer's.
Jian Wushuang stretched out his right hand and slowly pressed it on the old woodcutter's head.
After that, a gentle divine power surged out from Jian Wushuang's hand and entered Old Woodcutter's body, cleansing his meridians and transforming him into an immortal.
Puff! Puff!
Slivers of sticky and smelly black liquid gushed out of Old Woodcutter's body.
These were the hidden injuries that had been left behind in Old Woodcutter's body for many years, as well as his aging cells.
Immortals caressed my head and tied my hair for immortality!
To the current Jian Wushuang, reversing the life and death of mortals was a piece of cake.
Old Woodcutter's entire body trembled. He could feel that his old body that was usually filled with lead was recovering at an extremely fast speed, reaching his peak state!
"A miracle! This is a miracle! "
Old Woodcutter shouted in his heart and looked at Jian Wushuang with even more reverence.
A moment later, Jian Wushuang withdrew his right hand.
When he looked at the woodcutter, he saw that he had undergone a monstrous transformation. Although he was still old and his face was still covered in wrinkles, the vitality that he exuded was even more exuberant than when an ordinary person was young.
Shortly after, Jian Wushuang flipped his right hand again, and a cultivation method appeared in his hand.
Jian Wushuang said calmly:
"An old steed is still in the saddle, but its ambition is still a thousand miles. A martyr in his twilight years is still full of ambition. Today, I'll give you a good fortune. You only need to comprehend it day and night. You'll be able to open the door to longevity and become the sword immortal that you wanted to be when you were young. This can be considered a karmic connection between the two of us. "
"Thank you, deity, for your reward!"
Instantly, Old Woodcutter's eyes brimmed with tears as he continuously kowtowed to Jian Wushuang, giving off muffled thuds.
When he raised his head, there was nothing in front of him. The celestial couple was already gone, and the only thing left in front of him was a scroll of cultivation technique.
"They've already left?"
Old Woodcutter was slightly absent-minded. Then, he carefully put away the scroll of cultivation technique.
He put away the tea stall and closed the wooden door.
From then on, in this unknown star sector located in the wilderness of the universe, there was one less Old Woodcutter, and one more white-haired sword immortal!
.....
At the same time, in the universe's starry sky, outside that unknown star sector, a Universe Boat was heading toward the vast sea of stars.
In the blink of an eye, the Universe Boat disappeared from this star sector.
"Husband, where are we going now?"
Leng Rushuang asked in the Universe Boat.
Jian Wushuang pondered for a moment before replying, "If I remember correctly, the convention of the universe's ten thousand races will begin soon."
After pausing for a moment, Jian Wushuang continued, "I heard that in the infinite region, there's Growing Soil. We can go there and take a look to see if there's any Precelestial Third Earth Energy. It's best if we can gather the perfected Precelestial Five Elements Energy before the convention of the universe's ten thousand races."
"Because after the convention of the universe's ten thousand races, I reckon we won't have time."
Upon hearing that, Leng Rushuang raised her eyebrows slightly. Puzzled, she asked, "Why?"
Jian Wushuang didn't reply. Instead, he turned around and looked at the depths of the universe where the various top powers stood. Gradually, a cold, murderous smile appeared on his face.
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