The stench wafted into Lang's nostrils, causing goosebumps to shiver across his body. He hesitated for a moment, and reluctantly threw the two remaining buns in his hand in front of the beggar.

Take the bun and leave quickly, Lang hattian thought.

But the other party just looked down, and his gaze quickly returned to himself, as if what was underground was not his target.

"What the hell do you want to do!?" Lang hated his nose and yelled at him, trying to scare him away, "If you do this again, I'm going to do it!"

The old beggar paid no attention to Lang's words, but looked him up and down, and made him feel that this man seemed to know him. But soon he denied it again, because there would not be two Liang Ping in this world, and, in the eyes of the beggar, what Lang hattian saw was not the joy of meeting his old acquaintance in a foreign land, how should that kind of look be described?

It was a sense of sympathy, and in the eyes of the old beggar, Lang Hatian seemed to have a similar experience to him, as if he had seen his own kind.

The sun hung high overhead, and it was at its hottest. There was silence all around, and the stench of the old beggar became more and more disgusting as the temperature rose. Immediately after, the other party moved and walked towards him. It made his nerves tense instantly. Immediately, the man suddenly rushed to his side, grabbed his wrist, and put a dirty, unclear face on him, sniffing up and down like a dog.

This old man's strength is not very great, but now he has used it all, and Lang Hatian can now confirm that the other party is not a cultivator. But that's all, he didn't dare to take a breath at this time, for fear that the buns he had just eaten in his stomach would be spit out with one mouth.

Just when he wanted to break free directly from this old man who was actually not too strong, the dirty face stopped in front of him, and Lang hated to see that the other party's dull eyes regained their clarity at this moment, where did he still look like a madman.

Even the corners of the old beggar's somewhat crooked mouth were straightened at this time, and after looking at himself a few times again, Lang hattian felt that he grabbed his hands and trembled, and two lines of tears actually flowed down his cheeks, washing the dirt on his face out of a "ravine".

Up closer, this man doesn't seem to be that old. The other party didn't seem to have cried for a long time, and he couldn't stop crying, and he didn't know how long the tears had flowed, and the beggar lowered his head again and sniffed the queen of hatred, and said the first sentence.

"It turns out that you are also 。。。。。。 We... We are all the same ... Woowoo。。。。。。 These words did not match the preamble, and before that, he thought that this man was a mute. After muttering a few words, the strength of the man's hand suddenly increased, and he spoke in a hysterical tone, like a dying man who wanted to say his last words at the end of his life.

"Run, run as far away as possible, we have lost our souls, if you want to live, then 。。。。。。 ”

Suddenly, the beggar's eyes inadvertently fell on Lang Hatian's chest, and there was a red silk thread, hanging a piece of blue jade with blood, half-hidden between his collar. That was the last thing Xie Wenwan left for her son, and after Lang Yuxin's jade pendant was taken away by the emperor, Lang Hatian had been wearing it on his body.

When this person saw the jade pendant, his words came to an abrupt end, and all kinds of expressions appeared on his face, joy, disappointment, regret, sorrow, intertwined.

In his mind, there seemed to be a tide of memories surging and causing him to lose his mind for a moment. The blue jade pendant lay quietly on Lang Yutian's chest until the beggar's body trembled violently again. The other party suddenly jumped back with a strange scream, raised his finger and pointed at the jade pendant on Lang Hatian's neck, the eyes of Qingming before became dull again, and the saliva at the corners of his mouth continued to flow intermittently.

"This jade... He's dead... He's dead... Hahahaha。。。。。。 ”

He laughed out loud and slammed it back, his eyes as if about to pop out of his sockets.

"My good sister, I didn't expect you to escape your fate after all。。。。。。 ”

When Lang hattian heard this, he was shocked beyond measure, this down-and-out person in front of him actually knew his mother's jade pendant, so the other party might 。。。。。。

Before he could ask, the beggar threw out a vague sentence again: "You are different, you still have a chance, we have all tried, but failed, we have failed, you can... You can go back to that starting point。。。。。。 ”

After speaking, the beggar turned around and left, Lang hated the sky and didn't want to miss this opportunity, wanting to know more, he didn't care about the dirt anymore, stopped the man by the waist, pressed him to the ground, and asked him loudly: "Do you know this jade pendant, do you know my mother?"

The beggar's eyes looked at him in a daze, and he nodded subconsciously.

"Mother and where did you come from, and what do you mean by 'we'?"

The man thought for a moment, and suddenly smiled, grinning like a boss, revealing a mouth full of yellow teeth.

"We ... We are all ... Exiled souls。。。。。。 ”

After all, Lang hattian still couldn't ask for useful information from the crazy beggar's mouth, and when he was distracted, the other party took advantage of his inattention to break free, and quickly ran out of the alley and disappeared without a trace. Lang hattian doesn't know if he has indirectly lost his memory, if that's really the case, things may have a turnaround.

But when he also got out of the alley, the shadow of the beggar could no longer be found on the road, and his last words echoed in Lang Haotian's ears. It's already far, far away from Nanhui City, originally Lang hated the sky and didn't have much hope, his mother's life experience, with the passage of time, the traces have long been ruthlessly erased, until today.

He looked up at the sky, and then at the north, at the end of the endless plain, where there seemed to be the truth, hidden in the dust of time.

The mother came from a more distant place.

Lang hated the sky and did not return to Leigang Mountain, this night, he lay on the hill, counting the stars in the sky, and he was completely sleepy. In the early morning of the third day, after patting the dust on his body, Lang hated the sky no longer stayed, chose a path, shook his spirits, and walked forward. At the end of the road, there is a tall stone archway, and several white-clothed disciples are standing lazily in front of the archway. Now he was still terrified, but he didn't hesitate in the slightest.

Knowing that it can't be done, so are the brave.

This day was the day he agreed with Lei Tianning to ascend the heavenly steps. Early in the morning, the elders and disciples of the gate gathered on the stone steps up the mountain. They are all waiting, with different moods. People stood together in twos and threes, and in one of them, Deng Gongming was frowning, whispering with Xiong Zaipeng and Gao Yisheng.

No one thought that the head of the family always insisted on his own opinion and did not listen to the persuasion of a few people, and they were powerless now, just hoping that Lang hated the sky and would not come. Soon, Lei Tianning also appeared, along with Lei Tianqing, standing beside the former, standing in front of the Cangsheng Palace, on the last step of the stone steps.