The thick fog surrounded Yi Huan. The green vapor was sometimes wrapped and sometimes dissipated. The water vapor that slowly emerged on the river was also like a light gauze in an instant, and soon filled with fog.

Hearing that call, Yi Huan hurriedly walked forward, following the direction from which the voice came.

An old man sits on a bluestone with a cane in his hand.

The corners of his clothes were like a gust of wind blowing slowly, and his white clothes were fluttering, slightly revealing a fairy air. The crutches, made of bamboo, are light and durable.

"My grandson, where are you?" said the old man's voice, a little hoarse.

After looking at the old man, Yi Huan understood. The old man had been looking for his grandson for a long time with a cane, and now his legs were a little tired, so he rested on this bluestone for a while.

"Old man, is the grandson you are looking for a teenager with bundled hair?" Yi Huan stepped forward and asked.

The old man heard Yi Huan's voice, turned his head, looked at Yi Huan carefully with deep and somewhat weak eyes, and said, "Yes, have you seen it?"

"Fang is just upstream of the Wangtian River, I have seen him. Yi Huan said. "It's just that he's no longer there. ”

When the old man heard this, he quickly turned around and said eagerly, "What is that place?" ”

has already said that the child is not there, seeing that the old man still insists on going, Yi Huan is not easy to refuse, so he gently carried the old man on his back: "Old man, I will carry you on my back, it is not far, it will be there in a few steps." ”

He carried the old man on his back, and his pace was vigorous at first, but he also slowed down slightly considering that the bumps would be uncomfortable for the old man, and as for the old man, there were some changes on the way, and he was much heavier than when he was on his back just now.

"Is it almost there?" The old man's old voice sounded behind Yi Huan's head.

"It's almost there. Yi Huan counted the number of steps, and there was only about a mile left.

He felt that the old man had indeed become much heavier, and his steps were a little difficult. Carrying the old man on, soon the old man spoke: "Little sir, in fact, I always have a very familiar feeling when I see you. ”

His words came into Yi Huan's ears, softly. Yi Huan had already had some beads of sweat on his forehead at this moment because of his physical strength, and he didn't immediately respond to the old man's words and continued to walk along the river.

"You know, the first time I saw you, I thought you were a little bit like my grandson. The old man said again.

In a word, for some reason, it stirred up a little wave in Yi Huan's heart. But Yi Huan still didn't say a word.

Almost after walking a little more slowly, Yi Huan put the old man down: "Old man, look, your grandson was playing with the mound here just now. ”

He pointed to the mound in front of him, and everything was still the same.

The old man, squinting and dazed, walked to the mound step by step, glanced at it, and then slowly climbed up.

Yi Huan helped him beside him, slowly stepping on the path on the mound, slowly climbing.

This time, he felt that the mound was not as good as before. Step after step, due to the fatigue on his legs and feet, Yi Huan noticed more than the road under his feet, but the flowers and plants on the side that were not covered by the thick fog.

When it was still under the mound, the flowers and plants on both sides seemed to have just grown, verdant and bright, with flowers and green leaves. And when they gradually approached the peak, those flowers and plants gradually became less green and lively with their pace, and their vitality gradually turned from prosperity to decline.

A path where Yi Huan witnessed their withering and dying.

When they reached the top of the mound, the flowers and plants were gone, and what remained in front of them was the bare top of the mound.

The little clay figurines made by the teenagers are still there.

Yi Huan supported the old man and walked up and down the top of the mound. I don't know how long it took, as if he was looking for something, he carefully observed almost all the clay figurines from beginning to end. After reading it, I sighed deeply.

"My grandson's story is a story. The old man said.

"Story?" Yi Huan curious.

"Yes," the old man continued, "I was in high spirits, galloped on the battlefield, defeated all the demon clans, and won the final victory. ”

With a wave of his sleeve, the fog cleared most of it. In addition to what Yi Huan had seen before, another scenery appeared on the mound.

A group of clay figurines happily held utensils and frolicked in the courtyards. His face was filled with happiness and joy.

In this piece of the world, there are no more demons and monsters.

"I won, but suddenly I had a question. The old man said, "Little gentleman in white, I want to ask you, if it were you, what would you do after you have completed your lifelong goal?"

With that, his robe waved again, and soon the fog cleared again. In front of Yi Huan's eyes, a mountain made of stone appeared. The mountain peaks are different and exquisite. The fog shrouded and dissipated, like clouds floating above a mountain peak. At this time, a person appeared on the mountain peak, looking into the distance, with a kind of open-mindedness and confusion in his eyes.

Soon, the dense fog and water vapor were hazy and clear in front of Yi Huan.

The old man sat down cross-legged like this, looking in one direction, quietly. 、

"Sir, aren't you going to look for your grandson?" asked Yi Huan.

"He did what he wanted to do. The old man said, "Mr. White, you see, he is in that direction. ”

Yi Huan sat down beside the old man, facing east with him, looking into the distance. But there was a white mist in front of him, and he couldn't see the slightest figure.

Soon, however, the sound of a rush of killing reached his ears. Although there was nothing in front of him, the sound of killing quickly shook the earth. Just listening to the sound, Yi Huan seemed to be able to imagine the scene in front of him in his mind at this time.

He saw it, saw a young man who was forging ahead, screaming and killing in the smoke of gunpowder, blood splattering on his face, dust all over his boots.

Covered with dozens of scars on his body, the young man's eyes were red, and with an angry shout, a soul mark appeared on his body, and the pillar of light that rushed to the sky quickly unfolded, destroying all the demons within a radius of dozens of miles.

At this time, when the pillar of light converged again, he was the only one left on the entire battlefield.

The boy walked through every piece of land, and everywhere he trooked, there was nothing but blood, only bones.

Finally, when he reached the front of a mountain peak, a patch of green appeared in front of him. It is the only land that has not been soaked in blood.

The boy walked up the hill and looked to the east, wanting to see the sunrise and sunset again. And in the sky, even the sun was soaked in bright red blood cells.

I looked to the east, but I couldn't see any hope.

Like the old man Yi Huan at this time, the young man's eyes revealed infinite confusion. At this moment, he made a move that shocked Yi Huan.

He drew his sword and swung it into his eyes! A splash of blood stained the green of the mountain.

Only when I can't see it, I feel that there is always a glimmer of hope in the night.

boyish

The words of the heart fell into Yi Huan's ears. The boy picked up the blade again and walked in the nameless direction.

The old man sat like this, looking with him at the east covered by the vast white mist.

"You say, is the young man's choice right?" the old man asked, "When you are famous, what should you look forward to?"

The old man's voice still looked old and weak, and even had a hint of gasp. Yi Huan listened and couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

What is it that you are looking at to the east?

He remembered his whole life. used to live happily with his family in that Eden-like paradise. One day, the demon clan rose up and killed all over the country. He went out of his home with his brother Murong Jin to learn martial arts. Soon, I witnessed the warmth and coldness of the people in the world.

Since then, the two have pursued a higher pinnacle in the martial arts, hoping to defeat the demon clan on their own.

After years of struggle, they realized it was a futile exercise. At that time, the two of them were gradually obsessed with martial arts, and when they saw that they were powerless to save the world, they no longer cared about the hustle and bustle of the world, but devoted all their energy to the cultivation of soul skills. Soon, the two of them became one of the best young geniuses in the Wunan Continent.

Once in the Wind and Snow Valley of the Tianshan Mountains, an incident happened that made Yi Huan and Murong Jin choose two completely different paths. From the top of the cliff, Murong Jin threw out the sentence "Be good to yourself", and never saw him again.

The Tao is different, and they do not conspire with each other.

After more than three years.

The two of them had different positions, and when they met on the bloody battlefield, they knew what the world and the earth were.

Yi Huan soon failed. He went incognito and entered the valley of dust. Old Ouyang did his best to protect Yi Huan, and ordered the masters of the major factions in Dust Valley to protect the formation and strictly guard the news.

Yi Huan thought that this was the end of his life, and he did nothing until he died. And when the news that the seal on his body could be lifted fell into his ears, Yi Huan looked at the changes in the world, and it coincided with the opportunity that there was still a Fancheng left to protect the descendants of the human race. So he resolutely walked out of the Dust Valley and went to Fancheng with his brothers and sisters to fight wits and courage with the demon clan.

However, the road ahead is uncertain, failure or success, he has not really thought about it. If you fail, you will die. But if he succeeded, he never thought about where he would go.

The old man accompanied him like this, and there was nothing in his eyes. The two of them sat like this, not saying a word, not spitting out a word. The old man was waiting for Yi Huan's answer.

One in white, one in old man. Looking into the distance, quietly.

The feather fan, gently waving in the old man's hand, a walking stick, I don't know when, has disappeared.

The fog was thick and full of confusion.

"Old sir," Yi Huan stood up suddenly, "I think I can answer your question." ”

"Oh?" said the old man with a smile, "what is your choice?

"Nope. Yi Huan shook his head.

"Or is it that you have been lost to the end of the world and have disappeared forever?" the old man asked again.

Yi Huan still shook his head: "No." ”

"Tell me, then, what is your answer?" the old man smiled, "I'm already interested in your answer." ”

His fan fanned slightly, and his dim old eyes revealed a little brilliance, looking at Yi Huan with some expectation.

[It's almost the end of the month, if you have a monthly pass in your hand, hurry up and vote for "Wunan Soul Master", there will be a break later!]