It had been a few days since Yi Feng left Jingdu, and at this time, looking at the lush greenery on both sides of the official road, a leisurely mood couldn't help but rise.

At this moment, Yi Feng somewhat understood the evil of the king, and this kind of leisurely leisure to see Nanshan did have a unique flavor.

Yi Feng stopped and looked at the familiar mountain range, but there was a kind of timidity that was closer to home.

Getting closer and closer to the place where the dream haunts, the place where the liver and intestines are broken.

The slight trembling of his body, the clenched fists and the whitish joints all showed Yi Feng's heart at this moment.

The wanderer who has been away from home for eleven years has returned.

The former glory has become a ruin, and the years have only given the mottled remnants of history. Promise to be civilized, return to the long river.

Yi Feng stood at the foot of the mountain and felt a lot of emotion for a while.

"Young man, are you thirsty, would you like to come and have tea and take a break?"

At the foot of the mountain, there is a simple tea shop for passers-by to drink tea and rest.

Yi Feng heard the shout of the shopkeeper, chuckled lightly and walked over slowly.

"Boss, just have a pot of tea. Yi Feng sat down and saw that although the shop was simple, it was also clean, so he said casually.

The owner of the small shop is also a hospitable person, and he hurriedly greeted and took care of it.

After a while, a pot of tea was already placed in front of Yi Feng.

Yi Feng got a cup for himself, and then another cup, "At this time, no one has come and gone, you might as well sit down." ”

The boss is also an upright person, so he sat down with a smile.

Yi Feng saw the boss sitting down, and asked as if he had no intention of asking, "How long has the boss been selling tea here?"

The boss happily took the tea handed by Yi Feng, and said nonchalantly: "I forgot, it's been a long time." ”

A simple conversation is enough to see that the boss is an honest person.

In a moment, Yi Feng also had a measure in his heart, but he continued to ask without changing his face: "Boss, have you heard of the Heavenly Machine Sect before?"

"Why don't you know!" The boss's voice suddenly became a little excited, and he clenched his fists and stood up involuntarily.

Yi Feng was surprised by the boss's actions, but he didn't bother, but listened quietly.

It turned out that the boss's child had been selected as a disciple by the Tianji Sect. Like all parents who want their son to be Jackie Chan, this has become a talking point for the boss to show off to his neighbors on the street. Perhaps, the child will become a grandmaster, and the boss will also be proud of the child.

Everything was so beautiful and dreamy.

Until......

The boss's voice began to tremble and then choked, "That day, I looked at the fireworks in the sky, and the pain in my heart could not be described in words. With thick smoke, I rushed into the sect, and all I saw was a corpse lying on its side. I screamed and searched, but I couldn't find my child! I couldn't find his body!"

Yi Feng had been listening quietly, but his thoughts seemed to go back to that day, as if he saw the scene of the flying fireworks and the boss's roar, and finally he was unable to kneel on the ground.

"Eventually, I was exhausted and unconscious. When I woke up, I had been rescued from the fire by the villagers. ”

"That's why I've opened a teahouse here, and I just want to spend more time with my children while they're still alive. ”

When the words fell, the tears in the boss's eyes finally fell.

Yi Feng trembled his lips, stood up slowly, and bowed deeply to the boss.

Without explaining too much, Yi Feng left a little tea money and staggered towards the mountain step by step.

Perhaps because it has been impassable for many years, the original road has become overgrown with weeds.

Yi Feng walked in despair, and he tripped over the weeds under his feet.

His clothes were scratched and his palms were scratched, but Yi Feng stood up casually and continued to go up.

Take a few steps, fall, get up, walk a few steps, fall, get up......

Halfway up the mountain, Yi Feng leaned on the broken stone gate.

With messy hair and ragged clothes, Yi Feng at this time no longer has the chic of the past.

Yi Feng sat next to the stone door, raising his scarred hand and patting the stone face weakly.

The hand that was slowly patting gradually drooped, and Yi Feng gasped and looked at the blue sky weakly.

Yi Feng, I'm so tired.

"If you're tired, then close your eyes and take a nap. Yi Feng only felt that his head was getting more and more dizzy, and he felt weak for a while, and he felt an indescribable tiredness.

As time passed, the shadows of the trees were gradually elongated, and dusk began.

Yi Feng slowly came to his senses and looked at the sunset speechlessly.

Yi Feng was so tired that he could take a nap for a while.

Even now, Yi Feng did not recover his strength, and felt even more tired.

Yi Feng sighed, leaned on the stone wall and slowly got up, and walked towards the mountain peak again.

Yi Feng staggered a few steps before falling to the ground again.

There is no greater grief than death, Yi Feng is in a daze at the moment, everything seems to be a subconscious behavior.

Yi Feng tried to stand up, but he was unable to fall to the ground, and when he tried to stand up again, he fell to the ground again.

Spit out the dust beside his mouth, Yi Feng prostrate on the ground, his eyes were already hollow, like dead ashes.

Jumping on the ground and panting weakly, Yi Feng clenched his teeth, grabbed the weeds with his hands, and dragged his body forward.

Sweat soaked his clothes, mud and blood.

This section of the road is already scarred, and persistent people are stupid, but they are not ignorant.

Under the starry sky, Yi Feng crawled forward, stopping and stopping.

It's sunrise again, and Yi Feng is still crawling. The morning dew was scattered on the surrounding weeds, and Yi Feng's scarred hands were mixed with mud and blood.

Yi Feng was completely unconscious at this time, and just instinctively stepped forward.

Reaching the peak of the mountain has become the only belief in Yi Feng's heart.

It's a journey to the heart, a journey to self-redemption.

For a long time, for a long time......

It was another day's rise, and Yi Feng finally climbed to the peak.

The top of the mountain is full of devastation. What caught my eye was the broken and broken walls, the chaotic grass.

Yi Feng fell to the ground, wordlessly looking at the tragic scene in front of him.

Faced with the scene of the home in his memory, Yi Feng's originally empty eyes also fluctuated slightly.

It's all gone, it's all gone. Even if he knew that his sect had been destroyed, when Yi Feng really faced it at this moment, it was difficult to describe what it was like.

Yi Feng's eyes gradually moistened, and he slowly leaned against the remnant wall on the side.

Yi Feng's thoughts were flowing at this moment, as if he had returned to the past. The scenes of the past are vividly vivid, and they emerge like a marquee.

Tears slid down his cheeks, Yi Feng pursed his lips tightly, but his throat was choked and he couldn't make a sound.

Yi Fengxiang wanted to cry bitterly and tell his emotions, but after all, it was just a whimper.

At sunrise, on the mountain peak, at the former site of the Heavenly Machine Sect, a roaring voice like a beast came.

Bursts of hoarse roars, heart-wrenching, endless suffering and sorrow.

Slowly, Yi Feng was tired and his voice became hoarse.

only felt that it was dark in front of him, and Yi Feng also fainted.

Now I know all the sorrows, I want to say goodbye, I want to say goodbye!