Feng Yin wandered around the main vein for a long time, no one knew him, and he didn't find anyone he was familiar with.

After a little inquiry, he learned that the masters among the disciples of the Tongxuan Sect were all in retreat, impacting the Qianyuan realm, which made him a little stunned.

"There are talents from all generations of the country, each leading the way for hundreds of years, and today's Tongxuan Sect has also ushered in a new generation of disciples. ”

Looking at the vigorous and immature faces, Feng Yin felt that he was already old, but in fact, he was younger than most of the people in front of him.

He felt a little bored, and finally went to the back mountain of Tongxuanjiao, the most inconspicuous vein, but also the most amazing one.

In the Void Peak, there is very little of what it used to be, the depressed scenery of the Gate is gone, and the overgrown temple gate has also taken on a new look.

After all, there are still many acquaintances here, and Feng Yin was afraid of causing unnecessary trouble, so he took on the appearance of another teenager before walking in.

Suddenly, Feng Yin was a little surprised, such as Shi Wei and Zhu Ling, the people he had taught were not here, they were also in retreat, impacting the realm of entering the Dao.

"Those little guys who were tiger-headed back then have grown up now, and they will be able to take charge on their own in a few years. Feng Yin was a little relieved, and the scene that the old man Jingkong had been thinking about was slowly coming true.

But Feng Yin turned around and went to all the places where the old man Jingkong should go, but he didn't find any trace of him.

"Shizu and his old man traveled around the world and visited old friends. This was the answer given by a disciple of Void Peak, and at the same time, the dumb man followed.

Hearing this, Feng Yin was a little disappointed, he came to Tongxuan Sect to take a turn, but he didn't see any acquaintances.

Feng Yin followed the way down the mountain, and in a trance, he found a fork in the road, this familiar location he remembered vividly, it was the path leading to his cave.

"Since you can't see people, let's go and see things, it's not in vain. Feng Yin thought a little self-deprecatingly.

Following the path, Feng Yin brushed aside the layers of branches and came to the thatched hut where he lived back then.

There was a moss remnant of the steps, and it was quiet, surrounded by a clearing, with only a thatched hut and a wooden bed in between.

It had just rained, Feng Yin could still smell the fresh earthy fragrance in his breath, listen carefully, and occasionally hear one or two frogs, he spent a summer and a harsh winter on this road.

"I used to like to sit on the roots of trees, at night, looking up at the moon, and sitting all night, but now I don't have a chance. Stroking the smooth bark, Feng Yin was in a trance, as if he had returned to the original years.

He stepped into the door, but he was stunned for a while, the things inside seemed to have been moved, and a table and a cabinet were added, Feng Yin clearly remembered that there was no before.

"Strange, could it be that after me, someone has stayed here again?" he wondered, "But who would live in such a humble place?"

Obviously, it had just rained, but the house was not damp, but it was very warm, vaguely accompanied by a certain girl's unique fragrance, Feng Yin smelled it, but didn't think much about it.

He found that there was no trace of dust in the room, and it was very clean, as if someone had just left the bed.

"Strange ......," he muttered, inadvertently opening the cabinet standing in the corner.

Whoa!

A large number of white flowers and calligraphy and paintings flowed out of the cabinet, there were so many calligraphy and paintings, they filled the entire cabinet, Feng Yin didn't pay attention, and let these things all scatter on the ground.

"This ......" he froze, seeing what was on the calligraphy and painting.

Words, not too many, only two words, have been written countless times in a juanxiu font, large and small, dense, Feng Yin, every word is full of nostalgia, full of things that Feng Yin could not understand at that time.

There is a young man leaning against a tree, squinting and enjoying the moonlight; there is a young man who dominates the world and fights unyieldingly in blood; and there is a young man who talks and laughs freely and scolds Fang Xuan......

"Bai Yanling, you......" Feng Yin's heart trembled, his heart was a little blocked, and a strange emotion surged out.

In the painting, since he was thirteen years old, except for the first painting of a teenager enjoying the moonlight, Bai Yanling has never seen everything, but she has relied on the friendship in her heart, and heard the experience of her favorite person from the mouths of others, and painted them one by one.

"I'm sorry for you. Feng Yin had mixed feelings in his heart.

This young man, who was not afraid of heaven and earth, was a little flustered, he didn't know what he should do, he was in a hurry, and put those calligraphy and paintings back to their original places one by one, but another picture appeared in his heart.

In a sea of purple flowers, the moonlight was like water, and a quiet gentle girl closed her eyes, enjoying the moonlight, while waiting for the person to appear.

As a result, the girl waited all night and found nothing.

Since then, the boy has done earth-shattering things and caused great disasters, but he did not die, but step by step with his own beliefs out of the world, with the birth of miracles, they became people of two worlds.

She knew that all this would never come true again, and she was not a person who loved to be public, so she buried all this deep in her heart and used words and paintings to vent her emotions.

Who is so heroic on the road ahead, and listen to that, with a red sigh, burying a lot of feelings and resentments.

At this moment, Feng Yin's heart moved, he heard the crackling sound of the branches outside, and he hurriedly cast the Void Chapter, taking one step at a time, and entering the killing space.

A woman opened the door, still in white plain clothes, like an elegant white peacock, she did not look pityful and delicate, nor as lofty as Qingge, but also had her own gentleness, not seen for a few years, a lot more mature, but also a lot more naïve.

As soon as she walked in, Bai Yanling noticed that something was wrong, someone had touched her things, she looked out the window, and then turned back, covering her heart, her face was red and hot.

"Who?

Bai Yanling ran out like crazy, and the cabinet was accidentally knocked open by her, and those paintings were scattered again, blown by the wind, and floated far away, very melodious.

"Feng Yin, is that you? Feng Yin...... It's you, it must be yours. A faint voice sounded in Feng Yin's ears, with a crying tone, getting farther and farther away, and finally he couldn't hear anything.

Feng Yin sighed, he stepped back to reality, he didn't dare to look in the direction where the woman left, he didn't even dare to look up, he folded them one by one, put them back in the cabinet, and left in the opposite direction of the woman, not even daring to turn back.

"Feng Yin... I know it's you, you don't have to hide, I won't hide, I don't have too many ideas, I want to see you, is it difficult?"

In a trance, he heard this voice again.

"Is this the inner demon? This is the inner demon. Feng Yin felt very bad, he exhaled and inhaled, and gasped for a long time.

In the end, Feng Yin's eyes stood up, full of fighting spirit: "I have to leave!"

(End of chapter)