Thousands of miles of snow drifted, and the sky was blank. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The snow is falling, it's falling, it's falling every day.

The earth is cold, it's cold all the time, it's cold all the time.

The snow on the ground is layer after layer, and the strangeness of the mountain always makes the snow only thick to a certain extent, and it does not make people fall into the quagmire, and the lonely cliff is only covered with a layer of light snow-colored silver.

The lonely figure of the young man was still there, and his face seemed to have become like a frozen rock, cold and hard, cold and cold, hard and stubborn.

He knelt all day long, never lacking in contemplation, since he was frozen unconscious for no reason last month, he wanted to find out the reason, and it was also from that day on, it was even colder here, and it deepened day by day, and he had to adapt day by day, never stopping, every day, was spent in torment.

I don't know how many days I endured, the cold winter is about to pass, I feel the breath of spring coming, the mountains and rivers are thawing, everything is recovering, in this vibrant world, but why the cliff always does not radiate the vitality of warm spring.

The snow stopped, and the wind was not cold, but in this warm spring breeze, the cold left over from the harsh winter in the young man's heart had not yet disappeared.

This time the spring seems to pass very quickly, as if it does not leave half a cent of color, and the summer day ushered in, it is as hot as a steamer, getting hotter and hotter day by day, as if the surrounding is a cluster of colorless flames burning.

Day by day, he endured the torment of being burned like a flame, not only physically, but also mentally!

Just as after the heat of summer, ushered in a lonely sad autumn, the four seasons are in reincarnation, and the loss in his heart is also reincarnated.

Day after day facing his own failures, some people say that success is the accumulation of failures, but his seems to be piled up endlessly.

The arrival of dawn means the passing of darkness, but how long will the dawn that belongs to him be lost in the river of years?

It's a pity that spring goes to autumn, cold comes and summer, and a year seems to have passed.

This year, Xiao Xi went to the town to retest the potential value has already returned, and the girl has also gone from the former quenching body seven to the current quenching body nine, and now she has gone to the city to retest.

This year, the juniors in Yang Village are making progress one by one, and they are struggling for their future, and the elders are happy with their progress, and ordinary things are always gradually forgotten.

This year, he still stayed where he was, even though he never gave up every day, tried every day, but the front was close in front of him, and it was difficult for him to take another step.

As Yang Bo said that day, as time passes, the gap between him and the other juniors in Yang Village will only get bigger and bigger, and the one that will fall behind will only belong to him.

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The harsh winter will still come, the cold is entangled, the summer is still coming as scheduled, as hot as a steamer, tormenting the body and mind, the fragrance of spring is not too stagnant, and the autumn is empty and lonely.

Time will not stop, it is still passing day by day, a year is followed by a new year, in this past year, if you don't advance, you will retreat, the juniors in Yang Village have already had many outstanding juniors, and they have broken through to the Juyuan realm one after another, and he still stops at the point of the past.

The old man in gray never saw it again, he spent one spring and autumn after another in this person, unconsciously, three years passed, kneeling down to this point, never a day of interruption.

It's been three years, it's not long, it's not short, but it's ridiculous that in these three years, it's just his originally clear eyes, which have now become a little cloudy.

And why do the years pass by in a hurry, leaving no trace of me?

Three years, three whole years! After going through the severe cold and harsh department, he was frustrated and defeated, and only he knew the taste of suffering.

Some things are said lightly, but when you do it, you can know its hardships and difficulties, and he is just working hard day by day, he is not a puppet, he has his own thoughts, his heart, there will be times when he feels lost, his heart, there will be times when he feels tired, but his determination has not wavered.

He didn't give up, he waited, and at the same time never stopped fighting, but what he got was always repeated failure...

He also thought and thought, understood many things, and gradually changed himself.

"Click..."

I don't know how long it took, and I don't know how many times I have experienced loss, as if this picture of the mountain cliff is about to be frozen, but at a certain moment, someone is suddenly approaching, there are footsteps quietly, Feng Xiaoyi's face like a thousand years of ice seems to fluctuate slightly, and after a while, an old figure finally entered his eyes again.

Yes! The old man in gray is here again, since he was in a coma, he has not been seen again for more than two and a half years, and while waiting, he finally appeared again today.

Three years have passed, I don't know if the old man in gray has been secretly observing, or maybe he saw the young man's persistence, his heart was touched, and he was no longer as fierce as before, but unfortunately he still had an indifferent expression.

The immaturity on the young man's face has also faded a lot, the past three years have been like a boring tempering, grinding away a lot of his internal and external childishness, his face seems to be angular and angular, the strange thing is that the temperament that is revealed, there is more and more an invisible supreme majesty, even if he has no strength at all.

Why does he seem to be different, why does it seem that he is born with a noble pride in his bones, this pride is noble, it is admirable, what is it that affects this teenager to have this anachronistic nature?

Seeing the arrival of the gray-clothed old man, Feng Xiaoyi's face only changed slightly, and there was not much turmoil, as if he was used to indifference, and his heart was difficult to mention joy.

Maybe the old man in gray was just like the last time, just looking at the sky in the distance, Feng Xiaoyi didn't say anything to disturb, but this time he was wrong, the old man in gray walked straight towards him, and his cold eyes kept staring at his slightly cloudy eyes.

"The heart is quite tenacious, and after kneeling here for three years, you don't feel bored at all, you feel that this is a futile act, and you don't want to abandon this useless act?" The old man in gray spoke as soon as he came, still in his usual cold tone.

Feng Xiaoyi's brows twisted slightly, his face barely changed, and he replied truthfully: "I can't stop such thoughts from breeding in my heart, but I can suppress all the annihilation." ”

"Humph! You didn't just say it, you did it. ”

The gray-clothed old man snorted coldly, and then said sternly: "It seems that you have been kneeling and waiting here for the past three years, but at the same time, you are not willing to spend it in peace like this. ”

Feng Xiaoyi saw that the old man in gray had been staring at him, and soon knew what the latter meant by this, and replied: "My heart is still alive, as long as I live, I will not stop resisting." ”

"You're not afraid of setting yourself on fire!" The old man in gray snorted coldly.

"I'm afraid of wasting my life." Feng Xiaoyi replied fearlessly.

"Without my help, you would have struggled for a hundred years, and it would have been in vain."

The old man in gray said coldly: "Your eyes are cloudy, this is the consequence of your continuous attempts to cultivate, just because of these actions of yours, your demonic nature has been greatly deepened, if you continue like this, within a year, you will be demonized!" ”

Feng Xiaoyi was moved in his heart when he heard this, but he didn't say a word or hum, it is true that in the past three years, except for kneeling here, he has never tried to cultivate for a day, but every time it was just at the beginning, he immediately felt that something was wrong, and he was forced to stop.

Just try it every day, absorbing very little heaven and earth vitality, but after three years, the situation is even worse, and the change in his eyes is the most obvious feature.

"Get up!" The old man in gray suddenly shouted.

Feng Xiaoyi's original mind was still focused on the words of the old man in gray just now, he was thinking about his own deterioration, but when he suddenly heard the old man in gray drink like this, it was like a thunderbolt in his ears, and for a while, he couldn't ease it up immediately.

After a short moment, his heart was retracted, and he didn't think about it anymore, Huo Ran got up, his face was not surprised, and he couldn't see joy, and asked, "Did the senior agree to accept me as a disciple?" ”

"You're not qualified yet!" The old man in gray said coldly.

"Then why did the senior ask me to get up, what does this mean?" Feng Xiaoyi's face remained unchanged and continued to ask.

"Let you kill someone!"

"Who is it?"

"A man who can crush you to death a million times!"

"Then I don't have the ability to do that."

"I'll give you the power!"

"Then tell me, why did you kill someone?"

"Put away all your nonsense for me, and kill you if you want to kill you! Needless to say. The old man in gray sneered impatiently.

"If it's indiscriminate killing of innocents, please forgive me for not being able to do it!"

"Humph! Have a backbone! There are very few people in the world who dare to disobey my orders! ”

"Some things would rather go against others, and I don't want to go against my will, even if my seniors don't accept me as a disciple in the middle of this matter." Feng Xiaoyi replied. It's like a bit of a-for-tat conversation, and the atmosphere seems to be tightened together!

"Humph!"

The old man in gray suddenly laughed coldly a few times, and only stopped for a while, without saying a word, he turned around and walked to the depths of the mountains and forests, and after a while, a sentence came with a cold current: "Follow me!" ”

There was a commanding tone in his tone, which could not be resisted!

When the voice came, Feng Xiaoyi immediately inexplicably found that he seemed to be shrouded in a gloomy feeling, and the road ahead looked like a road of no return, once he stepped out, it was not easy!

Looking at the back of the old man in gray walking, Feng Xiaoyi's hands grabbed slightly, he didn't hesitate, he stepped out fearlessly, and followed straight behind.

Whether it is Longtan or the Tiger's Den, after three years of kneeling, he has survived all these sufferings, what else is he afraid of, there is a knife mountain in front, then climb over, there is a sea of fire in front, then swim over, in this world, what else can stop him!