There was no movement in the stone gate, Feng Xiaohan was silent for a moment, and then slammed his fist on the stone gate.

A faint white light flashed away,

A roaring sound echoed through the valleys, startling a flock of birds.

The disciples of Ziyun Peak all looked over there, thinking to themselves which senior elder had come out of the customs and would have such a momentum?

Feng Xiaohan looked at the shallow fist mark on the stone gate, thinking that this stone was really hard. Then he looked up at the top of the stone gate, thinking that this formation was harder.

He waited for a few more moments, but the stone door still had no intention of opening.

Feng Xiaohan sighed and said, "When the master comes, he dares to close the door and not see him, you dog leg should be beaten." ”

He pulled out the desolate sword from his back, took out the invisible sword, and used the yin and yang sword used on the top of the Tianshan Mountain.

The extremely sharp sword qi overflowed, and the spirit insects in the forest were awakened, and fled towards the bottom of the mountain with a terrible faint sound.

Yin and Yang Pisces merged into one, and before the white light lit up, the twin swords easily pierced into the stone gate, reaching the hilt of the sword.

The white light flashed, and although this formation was good, it could no longer prevent what was going to happen next.

Feng Xiaohan smelled a cool breath and was very comfortable.

This is the aura that spreads out after the formation is broken.

"You wild boy, I can't hide here and be quiet? Didn't I go to see you, and you broke down Lao Tzu's door?"

The people in the cave house scolded: "You are not the eldest daughter of the yellow flower, what is there to see? ”

Feng Xiaohan put away his double swords, attached himself to the gap under the stone door, and shouted: "Get up!"

Click, click!

The stone gate, which weighed more than 1,000 catties, was lifted, and the dust was slightly overflowing, like a mist rising from the forest in the early morning.

The pivot of the stone gate formation was engraved inside the stone gate through special means, and the spirit stone that maintained the operation was also there, Feng Xiaohan pierced it with a sword, the spiritual energy collapsed, and the stone gate became a slightly harder ordinary stone.

Sunlight shone into the cave from under the stone door, raising dust to form pillars of light, and a man sat on a futon in the cave, the pillar of light just shining on his face.

More than a year has passed, and the old state of the town under the mountain has disappeared, and the sloppy appearance and dirty clothes have taken on a new look, and he looks like an elegant middle-aged man.

No one would have thought that this legendary Changming Sect powerhouse had lived as a beggar for fifty years.

Maybe it's because he hasn't seen the light for too long, today's sunshine makes Cui Weiming feel a little dazzling, and he can't help but squint his eyes, and he didn't see the other party's face clearly for a while.

I only vaguely saw the figure raise his hands above his head, propping up the stone gate, and said to him: "You are also the former twelve wizards of the Changming Sect, so you know that the turtle is shrinking in Ziyun Peak?"

"Lao Tzu is in retreat!

Cui Weiming said angrily: "You kid forcibly broke in, at least in vain for more than half a month to gather the vitality. ”

Feng Xiaohan rolled his eyes and said, "Retreat, why didn't I feel any fluctuations in vitality? ”

A corner of the cave is filled with empty clay pots, and you don't have to think about it to know what they're used for.

Another thing that made Feng Xiaohan care was that on the wall behind Cui Weiming, there was a door.

"You old immortal, I'll just say how can you stay so honestly, it turns out that there is still a passage here, and you can secretly go down the mountain to eat Haisai?"

Feng Xiaohan said disdainfully: "The pain of losing a daughter is unbearable, it's all coaxing nonsense." ”

Cui Weiming's expression darkened, and he said: "I just want to hide quietly, all the senior brothers and sisters are very concerned about me, and they are cold and warm all day long, I can't stand that." ”

Feng Xiaohan knew that this was just an excuse, and said, "This is Ziyun Peak, Elder Yuhong should come to see you often, hasn't he been able to make you come out yet?"

Cui Weiming owed Liu Panpan too much and wanted to make amends, but at that time, seeing his daughter being taken away by others, he couldn't do anything, and this blow was too big for him.

Feng Xiaohan threw the stone gate aside, came to his side and sat down, and said, "I can't blame you for this, it's ten thousand nights." ”

The three words Wanyetian are the most powerful reason, because he is the most powerful person in the world, and anyone's power is powerless in front of him.

Whoever he wanted to take, no one could stop him.

So this really can't be blamed on Cui Weiming.

Cui Weiming sighed and said lightly: "Of course I understand this, and I have figured it out half a year ago." But because of this, the hope of regaining Panpan is so slim, which makes it even more sad. ”

Everyone has heard of chicken soup that if you work hard, you will be able to make something.

But there are always some impossible things in the world, which you will not be able to do even if you try hard, such as using your mantis arm as a car, such as becoming richer than the Shang clan, such as walking through the Savage Domain, such as ...... Defeat the Nights.

Not being able to defeat Wan Yetian means that he can't snatch things or people around him.

It's not about growing the morale of others,

It's a fact.

Regaining her daughter is the most motivating thing, but for Cui Weiming, it is something that can't be done even if you work hard......

Feng Xiaohan found that his face had not changed, but at that moment he felt as if he had aged a little.

Cui Weiming sighed, waved his hand and said, "You go, thank you for coming to see me, but I really don't want to see anyone now." ”

"I heard about the battle in front of the gate of Mochizuki Mountain, and some people saw with their own eyes that there was a girl with a life by Wan Yetian's side, and her posture was the best in the world, it should be Liu Panpan. This shows that they get along very well, at least for the time being, and there is no danger. ”

Feng Xiaohan looked at him and said: "Liu Panpan is a genius, Wan Yetian is the protagonist of the myth, she and he may be able to go further on the road of cultivation." Her Dao heart is perfect, and this life is only for cultivation, which may not be a bad thing for herself. ”

Cui Weiming glanced at him and said lightly: "That's Wanyetian, the biggest demon in the world." ”

Feng Xiaohan said: "That's also her life, I don't blame you." What you have to do is to live a good life and practice hard in order to attain enlightenment and live forever. Maybe she will come back in hundreds of years, but all she sees is your bones, and she shouldn't have any feelings in her realm at that time, at most, she will sigh with some emotion, and that is really sad. ”

Yes, Cui Weiming did not fulfill his responsibilities as a father, and wanted to make amends, but he did not live to that time, but delayed his cultivation and was ashamed of his master and ancestor.

Cui Weiming closed his eyes and listened, not knowing what he was thinking.

Feng Xiaohan sat beside him, looking at the sun that was gradually sinking outside the cave, thinking about the artistic conception of a sword coming west.

That feeling of twilight seems to have a lot in common with Cui Weiming's current state.

This gave him a few feelings.

Outside the hall at the highest point of Ziyun Peak, Yuhong stood there, bathed in the setting sun, and her red dress was even more vivid, as if it were a real fire.

She silently annotated the direction of the cave, her expression a little complicated.

......

......

The starry sky in the Central Plains is not much different from the grassland, the same night is like a curtain, and the same moon and stars are rare.

What is different is the scenery under the stars.

The bamboo forest of Qingzhu Peak is filled with bursts of rattling sound under the breeze, like pine waves, accompanied by the slight chirping of spirit insects, forming a beautiful tune.

Chen Yingying was lying on the bed, unable to sleep, looking at the bright moonlight like frost and snow shining on the floor through the window, he couldn't help but feel interested.

"The ancients, the bright moonlight in front of the bed, suspected to be frost on the ground. Such a good night with the sound of bamboo leaves and insects, Changmingzong is indeed a treasure of feng shui. ”

Chen Yingying raised his head to look at the bright moon, only to see a full moon in the sky, and the stars were full of dreams, like sprinkling a shiny silver sand on a black goose down.

Thinking of the word dream, Chen Yingying's mind suddenly remembered the name, his eyes became dilated, and his vision gradually became confused.

The starry light in the sky suddenly became illusory in his eyes, and the bright silver points of light connected to each other and turned into countless threads, like the soft hair of a girl.

The two brightest stars are her eyes, and the gaze that looks at him is always so cold,

Beidou has become his bangs, which look playful and cute.

Other stars are outlined in a shape that is as beautiful as the starry sky with other stars.

Chen Yingying recognized this face, she was Meng'er, his fiancée.

When he was indulging in the face transformed into the starry sky, a gust of wind came, and the faint sound of the spirit worm and the cold sword intent made him sober up.

Qingzhu Peak has disciples practicing swords every moment, even at night, the sword intent is soaring, and if you look closely, you can even find the white light and strange colors that light up from time to time in the depths of the forest, those are sword lights and visions.

Chen Yingying retracted his gaze, put on a long robe, took out a piece of rice paper, paints and brushes, and stepped out of the Qianxuan Pavilion, which were all taken handily in the steward's hall during the day.

The thick ink is the night, the verdant green is the bamboo, the light in the forest is the sword, and the small pavilion stands outside the forest, and there are men and women sitting in the pavilion, the man is him, and the woman is the dream......

Chen Yingying skimmed some white dye with a hard brush, hung it on the paper, and flicked his fingers to scatter white ink spots in the night sky at will.

A very pigmented painting is completed,

This is a recent ink painting, which has only recently become popular, and unlike the traditional ink painting, there is almost no white space in the whole painting, and the heavy pigment renders the view in large terms to create a strong visual impact. No one knows who created it in the first place, let alone when it suddenly spread, but it is widely spread among the people.

Chen Yingying was quite satisfied with the painting, which came from the best conjecture in his mind.

He found a bamboo and a rope, and planned to frame it.

Chen Yingying had done this kind of thing many times, and when he couldn't practice in those years, he spent a lot of time on other things, so practice makes perfect, and he quickly completed it.

He found a nail on one of the walls in the pavilion and hung it on tiptoe.

Chen Yingying admired his work and immersed himself in the infinite reverie of the loving man and woman in the attic of the painting.

The nail slowly fell at a slow pace due to the weight of the drawing,

I want to suddenly hang up a wrench with a heavy object,

The sound of chains and gears sounded, followed by the sound of stone bricks rubbing, and under Chen Yingying's stunned gaze, the wall with oil paintings disappeared, replaced by a corridor of stone steps leading to the ground.

(Do you remember the section I once mentioned, after Zhao Haotian's arm was cut off?)