Rebirth of the supernatural sword emperor

"I... am... what... is this..." Jiang Nan stared at the old man with empty eyes and couldn't even stammer out a complete sentence. He didn't know how many years he had spoken.

I've never spoken before, and I've even forgotten how to pronounce it.

"The mountain is named Wangyou, the flower is named the other shore, and the road is named Huangquan." The old man said leisurely while holding the oar.

"Underworld? Does that mean I'm dead?" A smart guy in Jiangnan struggled to get up and said as if he remembered something, and he didn't even stutter.

"Haha, it's really funny. On the road to hell, you forget your past life. That little white flower is the flower of the other side, something that makes you forget your past life and this life. But you are really special, so special that I don't know how many years have passed since I met you! Take a photo

He Shui, look what you look like now!" The old man laughed and said, stroking his beard.

Jiang Nan held the side of the boat and looked at the reflection in the river. Although it was blurry, he could vaguely see that it was still him, but his hair that was only slightly long now reached his waist. Moreover, his hair was no longer as black as before.

, and turned into three thousand silver hair, and with that beautiful face, she looked particularly enchanting.

"Here you go, although it's not an expensive gift, but this is the first time I've given something to someone else." The old man took out a red tie from behind and handed it to Jiang Nan. The tie was two fingers wide and one foot long.

Jiang Nan took the tie and didn't know what to do for a while, "Come on, let me comb your hair!" The old man put down the oar and took out a comb and waved to Jiang Nan.

Jiang Nan walked over obediently, turned his back and sat on his knees. The old man tremblingly took a comb and combed Jiang Nan's hair bit by bit, and while combing, he also opened the chat box.

"Hunter, how did you come here? I don't think you are a short-lived person. Why did you come to the river of life and death at such a young age?" the old man asked, combing Jiangnan's hair.

"I forgot!" Jiang Nan thought hard and finally said in despair.

"Haha, I am really old and confused. I have already walked through the road of Huangquan. How can I remember anything? If you forget, forget it. Anyway, you have come here. It doesn't matter whether you are a boy or a girl. Why are you asking these questions?

." The old man said strangely with a hint of sadness in his tone.

"I don't want to die." Jiang Nan said firmly, holding the folding fan.

"No one wants to die. No matter how helpless he is about this world, he still hopes that he can live, but he still can't escape this disaster." The old man picked up the tie and tied Jiang Nan's hair into a ponytail. He said.

"I said I can't die yet!" Jiang Nan stood up abruptly, slapped the old man's face with the ponytail behind him, turned to look at the old man and said.

"You are really stubborn!" The old man said while stroking his face which was a little itchy from Jiang Nan's ponytail and lowering his head.

"I can't die!" Jiang Nan kept repeating, staring at the old man tightly and speaking word by word.

"This is not something you can decide. Go ahead and take a nap if you are tired. When you wake up, you will forget everything." The old man stood up and held the oar and said calmly.

Jiang Nan sat on the bow of the boat with his eyes closed, his thoughts drifting to nowhere. The large Chinese clothes kept fluttering with the boat. The old man was rocking the oar at the stern of the boat and looked at Jiang Nan without knowing what he was thinking.

I don't know how long it took, but the boat stopped. "When you arrive, cross the bridge, someone will pick you up, and you will know by then. Death is actually just the beginning!" the old man said with a strange light in his eyes.

"Death is just the beginning? I said I won't die! No, I can't die." Jiang Nan jumped off the boat without looking back and walked toward Wangyou Mountain against the setting sun.

"Remember that tie, old man, that's the first time I've given something to someone else!" the old man shouted to Jiangnan.

Jiang Nan raised the hand holding the folding fan and shook it in response, and said loudly: "Old guy, just retire if you can't do it anymore. This job is no longer suitable for you!"

"Haha, he is really a strange person. I hope you understand what I mean." The old man murmured while looking at Jiang Nan's back.