The old man's heroic posture is undiminished, the brocade clothes are old and luxurious, the sleeve robe is loose and embroidered with gold wire rings, staring at the front, and the hands are behind. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Desolation and nostalgia, the sighs of the years, the trance of recollection, there is affection in the words, and the meaning is implied.

"Senior, excuse me."

Feng Xiaoyi simply made a guest salute and took the initiative to speak.

The courtesy was exchanged, and the old man put away the nostalgia, and the old man replied: "Little friend, you're polite." ”

"Senior, can you tell me where this is?"

Although there was a guess in his heart, Feng Xiaoyi still wanted to know.

"Where is this?"

The old man muttered to himself, thought for a while, and said regretfully: "I don't remember clearly, I only know that this place is familiar, and I don't know where the feeling comes from." ”

"That senior is...," Feng Xiaoyi asked.

"Yes. I don't exist anymore, it's not who I am. ”

The old man sighed slightly and said, "I have a problem with myself, and my memory of the things before my life is incomplete, and I can't remember many things for the time being." ”

Feng Xiaoyi couldn't imagine that the old man in front of him was not an entity, but a dead man, but he looked like a real person.

"Maybe it was because he was too obsessed before he died, and he was unwilling to disappear like this, so he used some kind of means, leaving a spirit body to guard here, but in the end, it will dissipate in this world after all." The old man said.

"Seniors are willing to listen to me." Feng Xiaoyi asked.

"Little friend, but it doesn't hurt to talk about it." The old man replied.

Brought here inexplicably, Feng Xiaoyi has many questions unsolved, the old man is delirious, born like a puppet, there is no way to start, the old man does not exist in the world, the memory is incomplete, and it can only be passed on.

"It is rumored that in ancient times, there was a peak in the world, the most in the world, called Tongtian Peak, which is located in this area, and there is a big religion, called Tongtian Sect, I don't know if the predecessors can have a relationship with this religion?" Feng Xiaoyi said.

"Tongtian Peak, Tongtian Sect, it sounds very familiar."

The old man thought about it, didn't remember much, and said: "The world calls me the Tongtian Sect, and this is the only thing I can remember." ”

"The rumored Tongtian Great Sect really existed, and the predecessor was the master of the First Sect."

Looking at this vast and dilapidated ground, the meaning of Feng Xiaoyi's words was very clear, this was the site of Tongtian Peak.

"That's it, the peak has been flattened, the false name has disappeared with the wind, whether it is the Great Sect of Tongtian or the Lord of a Sect, it has become a thing of the past, and everything is not important." The old man said.

"The seniors' hearts are like water, they are fetters over the clouds, they see indifferently, and they think thoroughly." Feng Xiaoyi said.

There was a hint of a smile on the old-fashioned face, and the old man said: "Xiaoyou is also different, in your body, the old man can't see the shadow of the younger generation, similar to my generation, not comparable to other young juniors." ”

The two are praising each other, and they are both sincere.

Feng Xiaoyi admired the old man's open-minded and let go of his life experience and understanding, and the old man appreciated his calmness and uniqueness.

"Xiaoyou has injuries on his body, and the old decay will help you."

The old man said softly, he had already seen that Feng Xiaoyi's injury was not light, and now he wanted to help him heal.

"Huh?"

In the process, the old man's brow moved slightly, he felt the unusualness of Feng Xiaoyi, the problem of his physique, and the time spent in the regeneration pool, touching some vague fragments of his memories.

But these questions only made the old man frown slightly, he couldn't think of it for the time being, and even if he did, he wouldn't care much about it.

"Thank you, senior."

Feng Xiaoyi thanked him, and the old man's means were all over the world, but in a few breaths, almost all the injuries on his body were healed.

The old man nodded, signaling that he didn't need to be polite.

The injuries on his body were healed, Feng Xiaoyi felt much better, and then looked at the cold and lonely ruins around him, and he couldn't help but feel a sad sense of loneliness in his heart.

It was an emotion that came from the depths of his blood, affecting him, and it was not purely born from the heart.

Is this strange place, with a sense of familiarity, his only home in this world?

What kind of connection does that call between the bloodlines carry his connection to this place?

"Senior, this place, I... Has it ever appeared? ”

I was dazed for a while, my heart felt empty, and my voice was a little melancholy.

"Since self-recovery, there are only three people who can come here in the past 10,000 years."

"The first one was thousands of years ago, after a brief battle with him, he was wounded and died."

"The second is hundreds of years ago, after a secret confrontation, he retreated on his own and got out safely."

"The third is you, who was brought in by him."

Without thinking, blurted out, these secret deeds, the old man came one by one.

To be clear, Feng Xiaoyi is the first time to come!

"The man who came hundreds of years ago should have a connection with you, who held something and is now in you."

The old man said suddenly, Feng Xiaoyi's expression was stunned, and in an instant, he immediately thought of a person.

"Is that it?"

The palm of the hand stretched out, the snow flashed, and the snow hatred showed its original form.

"It's it, they're old friends."

The old man nodded, and then flipped his palm, and a black dagger flashed out, it was the bloodthirsty blade that had left Mu Lian's revenge.

"I had a sense that this blade became ominous back then, and I left it behind, and I wanted to attack it, but it was suppressed by that person's blade, and it couldn't be solved for a hundred years." The old man said.

Looking at the black dagger in his hand, the old man said: "It has been with me all my life, and when I died in the past, it was also wounded, and it was half destroyed." ”

"Affected by the ominous force here, it is full of anger, and it is pitiful to become a bloodthirsty demon blade."

After all, it is a blade that has accompanied him all his life, and the old man still has feelings for it, so he took action to dissolve the negative power of the dagger, handed it over to Feng Xiaoyi, and said: "I have already died, and it is useless to keep it, so let's return to the destined person." ”

This is the old man's wishes, Feng Xiaoyi will keep it for the time being, if he can go out, he will have the opportunity to transfer it to Mu Lianqiu in the future.

"Do you want to know what your causal relationship is to this place?"

Looking at Feng Xiaoyi's preoccupied appearance, the old man suddenly said.

"Please also ask the seniors for advice." Feng Xiaoyi solemnly asked.

"You go on, all the way to that area, maybe there's something you want to know."

The old man pointed ahead, and far away, there was a place where evil qi was rising, and the earth was black and red.

It was blood, demonic blood, stained with ominous blood, blood that caused a stirring in his blood, blood of the same origin!

One step, two steps, three steps......

He walked out, like a child lost in the middle of the ocean, and walked towards the area step by step.

"Wow!"

Footsteps sounded, and the old man stepped forward, walking like a puppet, not far behind him.

In the vast earth, the desolate wind is drifting by, and the old man stands in place with his hands in his hands, like a majestic emperor overlooking the mighty mountains and rivers.

It's a pity that it is a broken mountain and river, almost annihilated by the historical years into the remnants of the flattened ground.

The young man in front is walking, the old man in the back is following, and in Xiao Xiao's picture, the cold wind blows gently in the three-person room.

The road is very long.

Gone, for a long time.

The land of blood, very heavy.

His mind hurts.

Stepping into the bloody field, the evil breath invaded his mind, and the tingling and swelling made his face hideous.

The strange magic pattern became more obvious on the face at this moment, the painful young man, enduring the grinding of the evil qi, and the godless old man, standing silently outside the bloody field.

The mind is going to be blurred, and the consciousness is going to be lost, but in this drowsy mind that is like being oppressed by a huge mountain, a new, unfamiliar, and unknown picture wants to be opened.

At this moment, he felt extremely uncomfortable, and his bloodline was completely boiling, and the power of the bloodline, the ominous power of connecting the black blood, brought him a new secret of his life experience.

"Where is this?"

After surviving the painful torment, his mind blurred and was about to be shattered, the pain of torture to death dissipated, and the world around him changed, as if he was in another world.

From the world of memories hidden in the blood.

"Where is this?"

It was still a desolate land, empty all around, and he was lost, surrounded by confusion and confusion.

Suddenly, at the end of his line of sight, far ahead, there seemed to be a vague figure.

It was a tall figure, with the posture of standing up to the sky and the earth, and the momentum of iron bones, it was a masterpiece!

But at this time, there seemed to be tears rolling on his face, and he looked at the mountains and rivers of the world, and the pain was deep in his heart.

"I'm just a passerby in my life, and I can't find a reason to stop."

The mournful voice, with a mournful self-deprecation, seemed to leap out of the mouth of the tall figure, and drifted faintly from the far front to the ears of Feng Xiaoyi.

The tall figure flashed away, and in the distance, another figure appeared, and he fell to his knees, as if he was in pain and hated himself.

"Forgive me, I shouldn't have come to this world."

This was his last voice, the pain, the sorrow, as if he was begging for forgiveness from this world.

Immediately afterwards, a third figure appeared and replaced the second figure, still full of self-blame and hatred for himself.

"I once thought that I could beat my predecessors, but I was wrong, really wrong, very wrong, if there is an afterlife, I am willing to cut off my life myself!"

He looked up to the sky and laughed, but in the end, his rough face was crawling with two lines of tears, and he was still laughing, laughing at his own stupidity, laughing at his stupidity.

This harrowing picture dissipated, and a fourth figure followed, still so miserable.

"Demon God!"

Looking at the fourth figure, Feng Xiaoyi felt a hint of familiarity, the original gorgeous character has now been reduced to such a appearance.

"I'm no longer me, ashamed of this world."

This is the voice he makes, the guilt of this world.

Before it was over, a fifth figure appeared.

"I can't go back, who can return a true self and end my guilty life."

He didn't shed tears, he didn't laugh, he saw through death, his sword, one by one, stabbed into his body, the blood flowing from his mouth, muffled his voice.

"Is that it?"

In the past, outside the northwest frontier of Jinling Kingdom, the white bones of the demon body seen in the underground ruins seemed to have shallow sword marks, is this it?

Looking at these pictures, Feng Xiaoyi's heart seemed to have scars drawn one after another, and he felt pain again.

No, after the fifth figure, no new figure reappeared.

"Nope! And that's not all! ”

Feng Xiaoyi roared unwillingly, and he rushed forward.

This is not a world of memories hidden deep in his blood, it should be a picture of the past imprinted here!

Taking advantage of the excitement of this place, he took the initiative to open the imprint memory screen hidden deep in his blood, although it was dangerous, although he didn't know if he could succeed, he tried it with all his might.

The blood in his whole body rolled like boiling water, the cyan blood vessels were violently propped up, and the whole body seemed to burst open, with a thick and violent force, and it was turbulent.

"Poof!"

A soft wind blew, and the old man's palm was raised, as if sensing the wind and the situation, he stepped in to help him suppress the power of the riot.

The consciousness gradually became weaker, and the drowsiness invaded little by little, as if in the state of falling asleep, in the lost darkness, the heart was calm, and fell asleep.

Peaceful, quiet, as if time has forgotten to flow, I don't know how long it took, suddenly heard a small bamboo flute floating.

Like a lulla, like a wake-up song, it soothes the wounds of the soul, it is a call from the ancients to uncover the hope that has been sealed in the dust of time.

The faint sound of the bamboo flute is so beautiful, coming from that fascinating distant place, the slightest trace of sound, as small as a thread, so fragile that it is afraid that it will break.

The beautiful flute sound and the sad rhythm interpret the sadness in the heart and infect the heartstrings of the listener.

It is so subtle that it needs to be intermittent, but it is always tenacious and tenacious, like the candle flame in the stormy night, as if it is a flat boat in the stormy waves, the candle flame is not extinguished in the cold wind, and the lonely boat in the waves cannot be shaken.

It is spreading to the distance, it is sticking to its beliefs, persevering in life, and looking for hope in the years.

The sound of the flute entered his ears, his eyes opened, and he was in another world of memory, he followed the sound of the flute, and his eyes seemed to pass through the barrier of endless years, and saw the woman who came out of the dust playing a parting song on the broken mountain peak.

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