There Is No Old Guest in This World

At the foot of Hanlu Mountain, the fire in the old sword furnace is about to go out. Xu Sui'an was born with a weak body and poor aptitude. After practicing swordsmanship for many years, he still couldn't make it. Everyone said that he was not good at practicing. Even the old man who kept the furnace only lamented that he was slow in his hands, eyes and sword. But no one knew that there was a seed of immortality hidden in his body. He will not grow old naturally, nor will he be easily taken away by time. His mother's temples are getting whiter, the light of the old furnace is getting dim, Qingmei Wenli is waiting for him in the snow, and the young Ning Zhiwei is taken away by the fairy gate. Xu Sui'an left Hanlu Mountain holding a broken sword and entered the world of cultivation. Others compete for talent, opportunities, and longevity. He just fights for a chance to live. Thirty years at Bailu Mountain, sixty years at Sword Guard House, a hundred years of old dreams in the world, and a thousand years of rise and fall of the Holy Land. Geniuses will grow old, saints will decay, and emperors will only live for a hundred thousand years at most. Xu Suian is still there. He cultivated his sword with time, refined his heart with the world of mortals, and stepped out of his own way of Taisu swordsmanship. Later, the world only knew that at the end of all dharma, there was a sword cultivator in green clothes who had looked back in the world of mortals. He is not a man seeking immortality. He is just the one left behind by immortality.