Seeking Immortality

Wow, got it! I really got it! Twelve, you are so smart!,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.,"You're tearing up the roof of my house every day! Fine, the dog I can understand, but this stove! Where do you think I'm going to hide it You keep turning things over like you have a problem with them!"。