Xia Guo's Zen was finally completed. The colorful clouds in the sky and the melodious chirping of birds bear witness to this historic moment.

At this moment, Yi Feng and most of the onlookers were generally able to come to see this place of historical memory after the Xia Kingdom armor left.

As far as the eye can see, the rooftop is not as majestic and brilliant as imagined. On the contrary, the rooftop in Yi Feng's eyes was full of potholes and broken ravines.

Perhaps only the stone monument standing in the center of the rooftop was safe and sound in the face of this grand event, and it still stands today.

Yi Feng looked at the words on the stone tablet, and couldn't help but subconsciously say "good words".

"Now I can seal Zen and seek the protection of heaven and earth. "The dragon flies and the phoenix dances, revealing a desolate domineering spirit, and it is no wonder that Yi Feng calls it a good word.

And the "Twelfth Summer of Boundary Changes, Ling Heng" written on the lower right made Yi Feng couldn't help frowning.

Yi Feng naturally knew the person who carved the stele, but he was puzzled when he saw the words signed on the back. Although it is as domineering as the previous words, if you look closely, you will also find that the glyphs are scattered, which shows that Ling Heng is not in the middle of the words when he engraves.

Yi Feng couldn't help but touch those words with his hand.

There was a little ink red in the lettering, and Yi Feng's fingertips crossed the stone tablet, as if two time and space were connected in a trance. The scene when Ling Heng was engraving seemed to be reflected in front of Yi Feng's eyes again.

In Yi Feng's eyes, Ling Heng, the domineering emperor, was once again engraving, the pen walked the dragon and snake, and there were countless spirits, but his hand was shaking.

Yi Feng was taken aback, and returned to reality again.

Retracting the hand that had touched the stele, Yi Feng sniffed his fingertips, it was bloody.

Closing his eyes, Ling Heng's trembling, Jun Xie's squinting, and the blood on the inscription on the stone tablet ......

Yi Feng suddenly found something, like an instant, a flash of inspiration.

Understood, Yi Feng understood after all.

This idea was terrifying, but it took root in Yi Feng's heart and was unswerving.

Yi Feng forcibly suppressed the fear in his heart and turned his head to look at others.

Yun Shu was heartless as usual, and was looking around with Jun Xie in his arms at the moment, but Jun Xie was staring at the stone tablet, holding his chin in his hand and frowning and thinking.

Yi Feng's gaze made Jun Xie feel something, and he raised his head to look at each other, but Yi Feng also quickly avoided his gaze.

After a long time, the people who watched gradually dispersed, and Yi Feng and the three of them also went down the mountain.

"Seeing this, what do you think?" Jun Xie asked casually with his hands crossed behind his head.

Yi Feng's walking steps paused, "I don't believe you. ”

Jun Xie was also shocked by Yi Feng's words, and turned around and asked, "When?"

"From start to finish. ”

"Now?"

"Be honest. ”

Jun Xie looked at Yi Feng in a daze, and then he laughed angrily, and the laughter was deafening.

"Okay, good you Yi Feng! The selfish villain finally said what you thought in your heart. ”

The first time Yun Shu saw Jun Xie so crazy, he only felt fear in his heart. But Yi Feng stood quietly aside without saying a word.

"I've been so helpful to you, so whispered so close to you, you're like this?" Jun's evil roar was full of anger, "and now you say that you have never believed in me, and now you don't even cut away from false politeness. Good!good!good!"

"I don't care if you destroy the door, how do I care about your revenge? I tried my best but caused a commotion, Yi Feng, you are a white-eyed wolf. ”

Yi Feng was originally treated calmly, but Jun Xian's repeated curses completely angered Yi Feng, and he shot back and said, "Sell yourself and sing yourself." When did you help me when you were so indignant?"

"Fuck you turtle bastard!" Jun Xie scolded directly, "At this point, what you do has nothing to do with me, and there will be no time in the future." ”

After speaking, Jun Xie waved his sleeves and left. Yun Shu originally wanted to talk to Yi Feng a few more times, but seeing that Jun Xie had already gone away, he had no choice but to playfully stick out his tongue at Yi Feng and hurriedly chased after Jun Xie.

Yi Feng looked at the two people in the distance, and the figure that gradually disappeared until the end disappeared. Yi Feng knew that they had gone far. I found a random tree nearby to lean on, but my heart was inexplicably a little relaxed.

The sky was a little overcast, and in a moment, a little drizzle fell down.

Yi Feng hid under the tree and licked his lips, just leaned quietly against the edge of the tree, ignoring it.

Gradually, I became drowsy.

When I opened my eyes again, it was the early morning of the second day.

Yi Feng got up and stretched, and also felt the dampness of the clothes, and after drying the clothes with internal force at will, he also went down the mountain.

When he arrived at the thatched hut, Jun Xie Yunshu had already disappeared, but Yi Feng had no reason in his heart.

He sat quietly in the hut, but the sword in his hand was unsheathed and sheathed, and unsheathed and sheathed......

Yi Feng's heart was tired, and the only hatred he had been struggling to support Yi Feng to move forward. But at this moment, Yi Feng was disgusted with this world.

Death is also a relief. Is it Ling Heng's strength, or is it the departure of Jun Xie, Yi Feng can't tell what is in his heart.

The act of a coward was never a relief.

Tired of the world, tired of yourself. What is left is loess after all.

The sword was still unsheathed and unsheathed with a rhythmic sound. Yi Feng's thoughts also fluctuated, and his heart was even more reincarnated.

"Keng~"

The sword still chooses to be unsheathed, and people's hearts will eventually feel tired.

Yi Feng looked at the half-unsheathed sword, but for some reason there was a grievance in his heart that he wanted to cry.

Slowly drawing his sword, the blade shining with the sunlight shining into the room.

Yi Feng snorted, and tears still slipped down his face after all.

At this moment, Yi Feng only thought about his mother, and thought of crying in his mother's arms, venting all his grievances and bitterness.

The blade of the sword was getting closer and closer to Yi Feng's throat, and the ticking sound of tears falling on the sword became clearer and clearer.

The word "coward" roared in his mind, denouncing incompetence and helplessness, but Yi Feng really felt that he was too tired.

Ling Heng's strength has attracted the attention of the world, the departure of Jun Xie is resolute, and Yi Feng's revenge is far away. In this way, it is better to return to the arms of your mother as soon as possible.

The sword kissed his throat, and blood oozed out.

"It turns out that this is what it feels like to die. Yi Feng was in tears, but he was laughing.

The sword fell to the ground, and Yi Feng also fell.

The past was replayed in front of Yi Feng's eyes, and it seemed that he had lived a new life, and finally froze on the day of the extinction.

The mother fell, Yi Feng slashed at Ling Yue with a sword in his hand, Ling Yue stabbed Yi Feng with his backhand, and Yi Feng also fell. Without Mu Qing, there are no bits and pieces after that.

The soul returns to his hometown, where there is a mother. Yi Feng was still the seven-year-old child, curled up in his mother's arms and cried, and his mother hugged Yi Feng and whispered and sang unknown nursery rhymes......

The sword was stained with blood, the clothes were stained with blood, and at this moment, Yi Feng fell to the ground and smiled.

The smile was like that of an innocent child, because the picture in front of him was frozen in the whispering and singing of the mother.

It was dark in front of him, and Yi Feng finally sighed: "That's enough." ”