Seeking Immortality

In the woods east of Xiao Shi Village, five children around ten years old, their clothes made of hemp and their skin tanned by the sun, were crouching in the grass.,An old man with snow-white hair, stood with his hands clasped behind his back, a wooden staff concealed. He was walking toward the riverbank from behind.,But after all, he is his own grandson, raised by his own hands, so he knows his temper best of all.。