The back mountain is quiet, but the atmosphere is no longer like in the past, in front of Feng Xiaoyi, Xu Kang's appearance made him not know what to think in his heart, but this situation, it will happen sooner or later, and it is also in his expectations. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Xiaoyi, these days, Grandpa Xu has found that you are not quite right from your usual days, can you tell Grandpa, why did you have this change?" The old man asked.

He is in the state of mind, and he can be said to be a master in Yang Village, but he also uses the strength of the people here as a reference, and he can't find out what the problem is when something is wrong on the mountain.

In the past half a month, he noticed the slight changes in Feng Xiaoyi, and he didn't pay much attention to it at first, but then the more he thought about it, the more he couldn't do it, and he followed the latter here today.

"Grandpa Xu, I'm fine, don't worry."

Feng Xiaoyi thought about it for a while, he also had a hard time, even if Xu Kang was close to him, he couldn't tell the truth about it, the old man in gray didn't want to be seen by others, so it was best for him not to leak the latter's affairs.

The old man in gray has a strange temperament, moody, and indifferent, if his affairs are leaked, Feng Xiaoyi is not sure that the latter will not embarrass Yang Village and cause blood.

"Child, it's really hard for you, you can't cultivate, grandpa also knows that you have been very uncomfortable all these years, but you must know that Grandpa Xu wants you to live comfortably." The old man sighed.

"But I don't want to go on like this forever." Feng Xiaoyi said.

"There are some things that we are destined to not change, Grandpa Xu knows that it is not good to say this, but there are some things that we have to accept helplessly." The old man persuaded.

"There are no absolutes, as long as there is a glimmer of hope, I don't want to indulge my waste." The young man's words were extremely inconsistent with his appropriate age.

The old man seemed to have a feeling when he heard it, but he could only shake his head, carefully persuaded him, and said: "Xiaoyi, being a man does not mean that the world will pay attention, ordinary does not mean mediocre, dare to ask yourself, look up at the sky, at least you can look up and be a man, look down on the earth, at least you can be down-to-earth." ”

"Grandpa Xu's words, Xiao Yi will keep in mind for the rest of his life." Feng Xiaoyi said seriously.

He didn't want to be watched for the rest of the world, he just didn't want to sink under this demonic body, even if he was pressed to the point that he had no power to resist, he didn't want to give up struggling, he just left!

"Grandpa Xu also just wants Xiaoyi to be the same as usual, don't stumble in decadence, no matter what, Grandpa Xu will treat you as before."

The old man said that he mistakenly thought that Feng Xiaoyi had come to the back mountain all day long to escape, and fell into the abyss of depravity.

"I will, please rest assured Grandpa Xu, I will never be decadent for this!" The young man assured in a deep voice, either stubborn, firm, or stubborn.

Hearing Feng Xiaoyi's words, the old man's heart was a little clearer, and he didn't say more, and he had nothing to say, he also knew the child's temperament, and in the end he could only say like this: "Then Grandpa Xu will go back first, remember!" Grandpa Xu will always be with you. ”

The old man only left such a sentence, and walked down the mountain, the old man's back gradually faded away, but it blurred Feng Xiaoyi's eyes a little.

I don't know if his heart is fluctuating, his steps are still stepping, compared to the past, as if every step is as heavy as a mountain, walking is so hard, stepping is so laborious.

"Bang!"

To the cliff, kneeling on one knee, heavy and powerful, the pain was silent, silent, and let the pain crawl all over the body.

Time is ruthless, the silence of companionship, the sunset, dusk has arrived, the blood-colored remnant sun has lengthened the lonely figure of the young man, but in the end it is still an empty loss.

Day by day, cycle after cycle, the lonely figure on the lonely cliff, day after day, day after day, day after day, kneeling on the ground, it seems to have become a cyclical picture.

Every day brings new expectations, and every day brings the same coldness.

The snow is drifting, the cold wind is coming, the late autumn has gone, ushering in the harsh winter, the snow on the cliff is white, the snowflakes fall on the body, the biting cold is not only the body of the young man, but also the heart.

It's snowing, looking at the mountains in the distance, what are the falling snowflakes? Is the heavens crying?

It's been more than two months, and once he kneels here, there is no break for a day, but there is not a day when the old man in gray appears, the snow is vast, the sky is blank, and his heart is also confused?

This is the back mountain of Yang Village, but also a wonderful place of nature, when the severe winter comes, it is extremely cold, the scorching heat is particularly hot, two extremes, so it is called the two pole mountains.

After the autumn wind, the whole day has become a cold snow, the body is frozen to stiffen, sometimes I can't help but tremble, the cold wind blows like a knife, the cold air is pressing, the eyes are squinted, even if the weather is bad, the figure of the young man is still not absent!

"Click..."

I don't know when, there seems to be a slight footstep approaching, Feng Xiaoyi's body against the wind and snow has never bowed, even if the body is stiff, the spine is straight, in his eyes, a long-lost old man figure walked in, déjà vu, as if to bring him a glimmer of hope.

"Senpai!"

The old figure walked straight past him, the familiar back went forward, stopped more than ten meters in front of him, and the old man in gray finally appeared, standing in front of the edge of the cliff, looking at the western sky.

I don't know if it's too cold, which drives Feng Xiaoyi's face, he kneels still, the arrival of the old man in gray doesn't seem to have anything to do with him, the latter, just came here to overlook the western sky.

Feng Xiaoyi has noticed that every time the old man in gray appears, he always comes to watch the distant western sky, and in the distant western sky, is there any concern for him.

In any case, even if the arrival of this gray-clothed old man has nothing to do with him, Feng Xiaoyi at least knows that he has never left, and this can be regarded as a kind of self-encouragement for himself.

The wind was very cold, the snow was very heavy, and after half an hour, the old man in gray in front of him didn't say a word, but since he appeared, the temperature within a radius of a hundred zhang here has become lower and lower.

On weekdays, no matter how cold it is, Feng Xiaoyi gritted his teeth and insisted on kneeling here for four hours, but today it is extremely cold here, and the degree of cold is gradually increasing compared to before.

Double, double, triple, quadruple, five,

Keep deepening, as if endlessly!

It was getting colder and colder, his consciousness was slowly devoured, his body was shivering involuntarily, it was beyond the range he could bear, Feng Xiaoyi's mind was already confused, and his body was like a crumbling dangerous building, about to collapse at any time.

Finally! He couldn't support it anymore, he swayed, his arms were propped up on the ground, and he was cold in his palms, which was a stinging pain that penetrated deep into the bone marrow, even though his arms were trembling, but he still didn't fall.

The old man in gray still looked indifferent, maybe he had seen enough, he retracted his gaze, turned around, and walked back step by step, from beginning to end, he didn't look at the wind Xiaoyi who was about to fall.

It wasn't until he came to his side that his eyes were on the young man who was struggling to support him for the first time, his face was as cold as snow, and the slightest cold air that came out of it exacerbated the severe cold in this small area.

"If you don't have enough ability, don't do things that you are not sure of! Just because of your cowardice, you can't stand the cold even a little, and you are also qualified to beg me to accept you as a disciple? The old man in gray spoke, but he spoke ruthlessly and disdainfully.

Being frozen more and more severely, Feng Xiaoyi even had a hard time speaking, he felt so tired and tired, if he hadn't relied on one breath to hold on, he would have fallen headlong and would have fallen unconscious.

"It's better to go back as soon as possible, don't make me upset to watch here!" The old man in gray sneered again.

"I... I'm not going to give up."

It was difficult to even open his eyes again, and Feng Xiaoyi seemed to have exhausted all his strength to say this trembling and trembling sentence with difficulty.

"Don't give up? Hum! If you don't give up what you take, you were born below ordinary people. The old man in gray said coldly.

"I... I've never believed in fate!"

Feng Xiaoyi's hands on the ground suddenly clenched, and his five fingers grasped the solid ice and snow ground, the ground was frozen too hard, and it was not the ground that was scratched, but his fingers.

The red blood slowly overflowed, staining the white ice and snow, and the heart-wrenching pain, like sharp thorns, pierced deeply on the flesh and blood of his body, although it was extremely painful, but it also hurt him to gain some clarity and strength.

"I don't believe in fate, and if I did, I would never obey it." Feng Xiaoyi tried his best to refute it, but he couldn't do it, he couldn't stand this kind of coldness at all.

"Do you have that ability, what do you disobey?" The old man in gray sneered unmoved.

"If you want to ask me what to take, if I have to say fate, then I can only say that it comes from the cry of my soul, fate rules everything, but unfortunately I am a person who will not be conquered!"

Feng Xiaoyi's face was frozen and stiffened, and his expression was frozen, but before he passed out, with the last of his faith, he refuted all his rebuttals.

Gritting his teeth and using up the last bit of strength, these are the words that he spit out word by word from Feng Xiaoyi's throat, low and stiff, his voice was dry, until the last word was completely spit out, and his hands that were clutched on the ground were extremely tight, and the balloon that was deflated was suddenly released.

His mind was already pitch black, and his consciousness had been completely blurred, but his posture still maintained several breaths, and then he didn't fall down.

Even though he was unconscious, his body still stood tall, even if he was frozen stiff.

The face of the gray-clothed old man suddenly calmed down, and the last words that Feng Xiaoyi said before he fainted did not have much power, but it seemed to shock his state of mind, and he seemed to be contemplating deeply.

"Your goal has been achieved, and his performance today has unexpectedly shocked you, and the things in the world that can shock you are even more difficult."

At this moment, the light and illusory figure of the old man suddenly floated out of the body of the old man in gray, and when it spoke lightly, when it looked at the weak figure of the young man on the snow, there was a trace of essence in its eyes, so that a faint look of surprise passed over its face.

"His mind is difficult for an adult to reach, let alone a young man, is he not just him?"

"And... why did he give me a sense of familiarity that I hadn't felt in a long time?"

The old illusory figure looked deeply at the young man on the ground, its eyes were deep, but it shook its head slightly and muttered in a low voice.