"How long has he been here?"

"Ah?!" The child was startled by the cold voice and lost his mind for a moment.

"Cough...How long has the person outside been here?" Realizing his loss of composure, Zhuang Bo coughed lightly and asked again.

"It's been three days, Uncle Zhuang. The old man came after you restrained your breath, sat cross-legged and meditated for two hours. The barrier outside had no effect on him, and he walked in easily. I tried to stop him, but I was not his opponent at all, but he did not hurt me. Fortunately, after he came in, he saw you practicing and did not disturb you. It was not until he reached the level of immortality that he could tell you: An old friend came to visit. Uncle Zhuang, do you know who the old man outside is?" The child replied truthfully.

"Hmph, why don't you know? I just didn't expect that he still has the face to come here to find me." Uncle Zhuang replied with great resentment.

"Then what did he do here? I feel like you hate him very much." The child asked curiously. This was also the first person he had ever seen in memory except Bo Zhuang.

This time, Zhuang Bo did not answer the child's question. He reached out and put a somewhat worn-out ancient picture floating in front of him into his arms. He tidied up his clothes and walked towards the outer room with a cold expression.

Zhuang Bo is short and chubby, with a big bald face, and a small look, but full of spirit. He is wearing a half-sleeved blue shirt on his upper body, but it is not buttoned up, revealing his round belly. He is wearing a pair of cloth shoes that have been sewn for many times on his feet. The loose and fat pants are very suitable for him to wear.

"Zhuang Zun, your cane."

Before the child beside him could react, Zhuang Bo had already walked out of the house. The helpless child suddenly saw the cane leaning against the wooden bed, and quickly picked it up like a life-saving straw, shouting and chasing Zhuang Bo who had already stepped away.

Although the old man outside the house had been waiting for a long time, he not only did not look anxious and dissatisfied, but instead he looked leisurely and contented, quietly savoring the cup of tea. He wanted to talk to the child who was guarding Zhuang Bo's bed, but the child had some friction with him when he came and did not say a word to him at all. After asking about his purpose, he threw him in the outer room and ran to the inner room himself, and did not forget to warn him not to walk around casually.

He naturally knew that Zhuang Bo of the inner room was in a critical period of enlightenment and could not tolerate external interference, so he gave up all kinds of thoughts and even strengthened the barrier around him. Then he leisurely spent three days of silent time. Finally, the movement of the inner room came into his ears, and the conversation between the two people in the room broke the tranquility of his heart. His calm expression, which had been maintained for a long time, suddenly became very complicated by the sound of the sound, with excitement, regret, anger... and more were determined.

"Some things have to be solved face to face after all," he thought to himself.

So he stood up and adjusted his posture, facing the direction where Uncle Zhuang was coming, waiting for Uncle Zhuang to arrive.

Finally, Zhuang Bo stopped not far from the old man, and then looked at the old man coldly with his eyes, without saying a word. The old man also looked at Zhuang Bo quietly, without seeing any changes in his eyes and expression.

The atmosphere of the wooden house became weird and depressing.

Then, when the child came to see this scene, he did not give the cane in his hand to Zhuang Zun, because the scene in front of him surprised him: the slender and tall old man actually gave him the same feeling as a low and fat Zhuang Zun, although the figures of the two were very different.

The two of them looked at each other and remained silent for a long time.

"Bo Zhuang, your cane." The child looked at the two people in front of him helplessly, feeling the increasingly depressing atmosphere in the room, and a slight sweat appeared on his forehead. He wanted to break the uncomfortable atmosphere, but suddenly he remembered that he was holding Zhou Bo's cane in his hand, so he walked up to him and handed the cane to Zhuang Bo's hand, and then bowed and retreated aside. Fortunately, the child's actions finally broke the situation that had been silent for a long time.

"How did you find this place?" Zhuang Bo asked first, his voice as cold as ice and snow outside the barrier.

"You should know why I found this place." The same voice responded.

Silence for a moment.

"Then what are you doing here? Apologize?"

This time, the old man did not answer immediately, but looked at Zhuang Bo with a complicated expression. After a long silence, the old man turned around and picked up a teacup on the wooden table beside him, and drank the tea in the cup in one go.

"If you really want to do it..." The old man's voice actually contained a little expectation.

Before the old man could finish his words, an angry hum completely broke the old man's expectations. However, things were far more than that simple, because Zhuang Bo, who was standing in front of him, disappeared. A gust of cold wind blew on his face, and the next moment, he was already pulled by Zhuang Bo and stood in the void outside the wooden house. The Shangqing Realm is a huge bottleneck for countless people who practice immortals and Taoism. As long as you comprehend this Realm, you can have the ability to fly in the air.

"Your Taoism has improved a lot." After encountering such a change, the old man knew that things could not be resolved peacefully, so he had to prepare for his momentum without fear. He just sorted out his clothes and said.

When Zhuang Bo heard this sentence, he seemed to be sarcastic and suddenly became angry. His body turned into a afterimage and ran into a shadow with an extremely powerful aura towards the old man who was close to the ruler. Even if there was a huge rock in front of him, it would turn into powder under the impact of Zhuang Bo. The improvement of his realm made Zhuang Bo's body strong enough to break into mountains and seas.

The old man naturally knew the power of Zhuang Bo's attack, so he did not dare to resist. He flashed his body and dodged.

Seeing that his momentum was lost, Zhuang Bo was furious and his momentum suddenly became even stronger. The old ancient picture that was brought into his arms floated out of his arms. The next moment, Zhuang Bo had naturally closed his eyes and sat cross-legged in the air.

"Why do you have to?" The old man sighed in his heart when he saw Zhuang Bo's actions.

Suddenly, a strong light reflected by the snow peak suddenly pierced the old man's eyes slightly, and he subconsciously closed his eyes. After he opened his eyes, the scene in front of him had changed drastically, and his originally relaxed expression became solemn at this moment, because he had entered Zhuang Bo's dream.

There is a proverb in the secular world: Seeing is true. That is, everything you see is real. This proverb is also suitable for the scene of the old man at this time: he is in a vibrant garden, with flowers and plants lush and bees and butterflies flying. He even smelled the refreshing fragrance of flowers brought by the breeze, but he could not feel any relief. Because all he saw was the dream created for him by Zhuang Bo with the ancient picture.

The old man carefully observed everything around him. The seemingly pleasant scenery hides infinite murderous intent, because anything here may turn into a sharp blade and attack him at the next moment. But after a long time, everything here is still as beautiful as when he first met. Unconsciously, the old man's tense nerves relaxed. Gradually, he even began to lean over to appreciate the beautiful scenery around him, as if he had forgotten that he was in Zhuang Bo's dream. Just as the old man's eyes had begun to become more and more clear.

When the light gradually disappeared, the surrounding scenery began to change quietly: flowers, plants, trees, bees, butterflies, birds and beasts all grew at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the fragrance of flowers became more and more intense. However, the real crisis came from the huge butterfly, dormant in the dense flowers and trees in the middle of the garden. However, the old man knew nothing about this. Just as the last trace of clarity in his eyes disappeared, and after playing in this garden like a child, the butterfly that had been dormant for a long time finally moved.

It slowly flew towards the old man, and everything behind him turned into spots and merged into its body. It emitted from the butterfly not a sharp momentum, but a very gentle and comfortable aura that easily makes people fall asleep. As the butterfly approached, the old man seemed to feel that peaceful aura, and actually faced the direction where the butterfly flew.

As the distance got closer, the old man's steps became more and more staggering, shaking like a toddler who had just learned to walk. He endured the sleepiness that came, tried hard to open his eyes, and began to reach out to touch the butterfly that was about to fly to his eyes. Just as the old man's hand was about to touch the butterfly, a tender voice suddenly came into his ears.

"Boe Zhuang, are you really going to kill this person?"
Chapter completed!