Rebirth of the Urban Immortal

This year, Da Hu left, packed his bags and went to explore far away.

In the second year, he walked more.

In the third year, Luo Chen attended the funeral of an old man in the village.

Starting from this year, many old people in the village began to die. In a year, he had to attend more than a dozen funerals, and even one year, he attended more than a hundred funerals.

During the process, Da Hu came back. When he saw Luo Chen, his eyes were red, because this year, his grandfather passed away.

Time passed bit by bit, and more and more people in the village left.

Some went far away, went to the city, and never came back, and some died.

The once lively village gradually became less populated.

Until later, all the young people in the village left, and most of the people in the village were left behind.

Da Hu's parents had gray hair, and they looked forward to Da Hu's return home every day.

But I heard that Da Hu had built a new home in the city and had a large manor, so he rarely came back.

The old couple occasionally went there, but they were not used to life in the city, so they refused to stay for a long time.

Unconsciously, another ten years have passed. These ten years seem long, but they disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Like a fleeting moment.

Many empty houses in the village are already covered with dust, some are beginning to fall into disrepair, and some are overgrown with weeds.

Another thirty years have passed, and this year, Dahu is back again.

Almost all the grandfathers in the village have left, and there are new graves on the mountain outside the village.

One of the new graves is Dahu's father's.

He is gone too, not living to be two hundred years old, only more than a hundred years old.

Dahu walked on the street where he used to be, which was no longer full of moss, and many places were already broken.

At this moment, Dahu felt a little sad.

He went to see Luo Chen specifically, and the carpenter looked old.

"Uncle Mu, can I see you next time I come back?" Dahu was outside, sometimes things went smoothly, and sometimes things didn't go smoothly.

He was also sad and upset, but he didn't know who to talk to.

He sat in Luo Chen's yard, and the place remained unchanged. It seemed that it was the same as when he was a child, and it was still the same when he grew up.

He suddenly missed his childhood.

"There were so many people in the village at that time. Every few nights, beautiful women from other places came here to dance, sing, and worship."

"At that time, we played hide-and-seek and caught fish together with Jinqueer, Bugu, Nichanghua, and Crow." Dahu said with infinite aftertaste.

"At that time, I was looking forward to growing up and going out to explore the world, but these years have been full of wind and frost. After going through it, I found that the best time was still at that time." Dahu smiled.

Luo Chen knew that Dahu might have encountered an unsatisfactory life outside, but Luo Chen did not ask more, but listened to Dahu quietly.

Dahu left. Ten years later, the number of people in the village became fewer and fewer, and it became more and more defeated.

The village that once had tens of thousands of people now has less than a hundred elderly people in the village.

Dahu has also reached middle age. He came back on the Cold Snow Festival this year.

Uncle Mu is still here, but many people in the village are gone.

Jinqueer has also come back, and even his hair has turned a little gray.

"After all, we can't go back, everything has changed!"

Almost everyone who comes back will come to see Luo Chen and look for Luo Chen.

Because Luo Chen is the witness of their lives and the preserver of their childhood memories.

Although the village is dilapidated, as long as they see Luo Chen, they seem to have returned to their childhood and the original era of the village.

At that time, they were still children, carefree, their parents were both alive, and their grandparents who loved them were still alive!

They were so happy and joyful.

Dahu's generation is also old, and some have grandchildren.

But it is surprising.

When they returned to the dilapidated village, most of the houses in the village had collapsed.

Only the lonely old wooden house at the entrance of the village still stood at the head of the village.

Dahu came back, staggering and hunched over. He lived in the ancestral house, as if he had returned to the time when his parents were still there.

"Uncle Mu, I found that the best years were when my parents were both there and I was loved like a child." Dahu said.

There were fluctuations in his cultivation, but he couldn't resist it. He was getting old and declining.

He stayed there for a year.

And Luo Chen also forgot how long he had been here.

When he came, Dahu was still a child, but now, Dahu is old.

Dahu and the others had seen the problem long ago, but no one asked.

This seemingly unknown village guard looked very mysterious.

Luo Chen didn't just wait like this. He looked gray-haired and old, but Luo Chen's five elements power became more and more condensed.

That night, a strong wind blew inexplicably outside the village, and thunder fell from the sky that night.

That night, the night was like a surging ocean, and ripples appeared in the space.

Da Hu and several other people came out and looked at the sky.

Soon, they ran to the village head, to where the carpenter was.

There, a bonfire was lit.

Da Hu stopped as soon as he entered the yard.

Because he saw his former self beside the bonfire, running happily in the crowd, saw his parents, and saw the familiar faces of the people in the village who had long been forgotten.

An era has passed after all, and those scenes were a hundred years ago.

At this moment, Da Hu burst into tears.

Then he looked at Luo Chen and Uncle Mu.

He was still the same as when he was a child, and the same as when he first saw him.

But Luo Chen had no breath of the First Era.

In the sky, in the churning ocean, an extremely terrifying figure gradually emerged.

His breath was deep and extremely terrifying.

Speaking of the king level alone, he is definitely one of the strongest kings in the First Era!

His long red hair was scattered behind his head, and his whole body was blooming with endless waves.

His power carried the supreme power between heaven and earth.

In another direction, there was also a white cloud spreading, that was another powerful king.

His aura is somewhat similar to that of the Heavenly Dao Master. The king's contempt is extremely terrifying, and his eyes are full of infinite rays of light, as if they contain a world.

Seeing that powerful figure appearing in the sky, Dahu and the others were shocked. They knew that Uncle Mu was not simple, but they did not expect that this terrifying power would exceed their imagination!

"Uncle Mu, who are you?" Dahu smiled bitterly.

"Me?"

"I am you who stayed in the hometown!"

"You are me who traveled far away!"