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His face was calm, as if nothing could arouse the ups and downs and changes of his expression, and when he walked past Fengchen, he suddenly stretched out his right hand and patted Fengchen's shoulder.

Fengchen was a little uncertain, but the man who received them not far away had a flash of essence in his eyes.

Fengchen looked at Tian Ling next to him, although he had only been together for a while, his favorability towards the other party was extremely high.

The little fat man was also a little reluctant, looking at Tian Ling, he felt like he was about to shed tears.

Is it necessary? Fengchen and Tian Ling looked sideways almost at the same time, and they both had the urge to beat him up, because his expression was too flat!

Are you regretting or tearing up? This is not a farewell, just a send-off!

Shanshan smiled, and the little fat man suddenly turned back to normal. A typical face flip is faster than a book! In an instant, the desire to cry turned into a laugh.

"Isn't this here to increase the sad atmosphere of Brother Feng, when you say goodbye to Senior Brother Tian?" The little fat man smiled and grabbed his hair, and didn't care about scratching his head, looking a little honest.

Fengchen's eyes flashed, and he also realized the change of a certain subconscious, Tian Ling looked at Fengchen, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

A simple word, a subtle change, in some relationships people are extremely sensitive to perceive. The simple two words of "Brother Feng" are subtle changes, and they are the recognition of Fengchen in the heart of the little fat man.

"Cherish this friendship, I think if you become an outer disciple in the future, we will still have a chance to meet again. I'm leaving! ”

Said to go, Tian Ling unequivocally turned around and left, and did not stay any longer, but the time he spent was a little long, if he went back later, he would be punished by Yun Fei after the final screening.

Fengchen is no longer kept, and he also knows this, so Ren Tianling leaves.

"Congratulations to Senior Brother Tian" At the same time, the little fat man and Fengchen spoke at the same time, and made a series towards Tian Ling, but the other party only gave them too much help during the period when he only led the way for them. Their gift is not pretentious at all, it is a sincere thank you to each other.

"You two come with me!" Until Tian Ling's back disappeared completely, the middle-aged man suddenly said to the little fat man.

The obvious change, the attitude before and after is simply very different, a moment ago, he was still flattering, and after Tian Ling, a disciple of the outer sect, left, he was instantly cold.

It's realistic!

Fengchen and the little fat man looked at each other almost at the same time, looking at each other. "Sure enough, strength determines everything."

They are not very old, but they have experienced a lot, and they have long understood this truth, but they did not expect that this truth will be confirmed today.

This world is extremely cruel and full of unfairness. The law of the jungle is the strongest, and strength is everything.

The middle-aged man walked in front, and Fengchen and the little fat man walked behind, following him closely.

Along the way, you will pass several wooden houses lined with firewood, which are warehouses where firewood is stored.

Seeing the warehouses that were like small hills, they finally lost their composure.

To be honest, it's not that they don't know what it means to come to Houshan. Dry coolies, obviously! It's just that this coolie is really not ordinary suffering.

Walking past the warehouse, the man led them straight to their quarters, where two simple houses sat side by side, with only a wooden bed, a table, and a chair.

The moment they saw the room, Fengchen and the little fat man's eyes suddenly lit up. For no other reason than a yellowed ancient book on a simple wooden table.

"Fading!" Two words are extremely majestic, and they are extremely beautifully written.

The following days can be said to be very fast, or they can be said not to be very fast. Because I am extremely tired every day, especially the wind and dust, I am getting tired more and more, and I will have the same dream for a long time.

"Life is only like seeing ...... for the first time" a distant voice suddenly remembered in Fengchen's mind, constantly echoing, Fengchen was awakened by the sound, woke up abruptly, and sat on the messy bed with pain and dazedness on his face.

Slowly raising his hand, Feng Chen's index finger wiped the corners of his eyes, and wiped out a drop of red crystal water from under his eyelids, exuding a little bloody breath.

Fengchen looked at the tears with a slight fishy smell on the tip of his index finger. This made him very confused. "Life is only the first time you see it? It's the same voice again...... Why is it appearing more and more frequently......" Wind and Dust trembled.

For the appearance of this voice, Fengchen had to wonder. This voice has been with him since he entered the sect, and it has never stopped, and since he entered the age of sixteen, the appearance of the voice has become more and more rapid, from the first four or five times a year to almost every sound from the dream.

The voice was vague and distant, as if coming from his soul, a few words were deeply engraved on his soul, above his heart, and the voice carried bursts of tingling, stimulating the nerves of Fengchen and stinging his whole body...... Even every time I woke up from a dream, there were faint scarlet blood tears in the corners of my eyes......

Time is very fast, a year in the blink of an eye, I don't know if it is because the little fat man is very talented or because he gave the armor to the little fat man, only half a month after he arrived in the back mountain, he stepped into the realm of fading. It's me, and it seems that I really can't cultivate.

“…… Life is only like the first sight...... What does it mean ......? Why does my heart hurt so much? Fengchen muttered, clutching his chest in confusion. The palm of the hand is like a claw, as if it wants to grasp something...... That thing is important to you.

Whew-

In a moment, Fengchen's face returned to normal. He sighed and shook his head helplessly, allowing himself to stop thinking about it...... It's not that he doesn't want to understand, it's that it's too weird and unbelievable at this time, and it's completely beyond the scope of his comprehension.

Getting up, Fengchen put on a set of gray coarse cloth clothes, hastily tidied up the mattress, and after a brief wash, he stood by the small window open on the bamboo wall on the east side of the hut.

"I don't know, what's wrong with Zhang Xiaodong?" Fengchen sighed, the little fat man's name was Zhang Xiaodong, as for the origin, he didn't know, and he wouldn't inquire.

Through the wooden window, Fengchen looked up at the five spiritual peaks that were only a mile away from the location of his wooden house, reaching into the sky, wanting to break through the sky. They sit firmly on a vast plateau, crossing the earth.

Looking up, Lingfeng is almost endless, surrounded by a rich aura, a faint brilliance wraps the mountains, and there is a thin mist covering the waist, looming like a fairyland.

Pursing his lips that were a little dry, Fengchen put away his eyes like autumn water. "I wonder if I will be able to set foot on those five spiritual mountains in this life? Walk them under your feet and look down on the ...... Instead of looking up...... Alas! Fengchen whispered and sighed hopefully.

For the cultivation world, he has a fervent yearning, that is the path he should take in the dark, and there are things he should grasp on the way. However, for one's own yearning, that is just a luxury...... He can't practice.

Can't practice - destined to have no relationship with the rivers and lakes in this life, and it is destined that he can only hide in this dense forest in the mountain behind the sect to chop firewood for a lifetime, let his body decay in this rolling red dust, and struggle on the banks of the magnificent rivers and lakes...... Until death......

"Is there really no way?" Fengchen's eyes are shining, he is not willing to be ordinary, and he is not a mediocre person. He clearly knows that he has a physique that the world can't have—a mortal, and his physique is comparable to that of a strong man in the three heavens.

"Waste...... Get up! The silence was shattered by the roar of a wooden door. A young man who was not tall rushed in, his long hair dancing and dragging the wind.

Squinting at the already very small eyes, looking at the long hair standing by the window, the gray wind and dust reached his waist, and the invisible slits of his eyes revealed the coldness.

"Since they're all up, don't you let me go and chop wood," the young man cried sharply, looking unkind.

"You say it again......" Listening to the young man's piercing reprimand, Fengchen looked up with a gloomy face, his eyes revealing a cold glow, and he clenched his fists, as if he would explode in full force in the next moment.

The young man was stunned, and there was a hint of hesitation in his heart...... What the hell is ...... Or not...... Facing the magnificent wind and dust in front of him, the young man chose to be silent for a while.

Listening to the middle-aged man's harsh reprimand, Fengchen's face was gloomy. clenched his small fists, wanting to teach the middle-aged man a lesson. However, he was relieved. He was not afraid of the middle-aged man in front of him, because even if he was a mortal, his physique was stronger than that of an ordinary cultivator of the Mortal Triple Heaven.

This is extremely striking. You must know that the gap between mortals and cultivators is huge, like an insurmountable moat, just like the difference between mortal and fairyland. However, Fengchen's physique is comparable to the cultivation of the three heavens, and his innate physique is the creation given to him by God, but it ruthlessly cuts off his cultivation path, so that he can't condense the aura mass.

The middle-aged man in front of him was just a monk who had transformed into a heavy heaven, and was assigned by his family to manage the supply of firewood in the back mountain. Therefore, the wind and dust are not afraid at all. What he was afraid of was angering the sect. Because this is the world of the jungle, he has long understood that the weak can only choose forbearance.

After all, people are under the eaves and have to bow their heads.

Silently loosened his clenched fist, Feng Chen quietly hid the anger in his heart well, his gloomy face was instantly replaced by numbness, and he mechanically lifted the rusty iron axe behind the door and went out, never saying a word to the middle-aged man. This scene made the neglected middle-aged man's face immediately gloomy and almost dripping.

"Hmph...... It's just a piece of waste, and it's such an attitude. As long as you are under my Si Yongzhi for a day, you don't want to live in peace...... "The middle-aged man's name is Si Yongzhi, a deacon in the firewood house of the back mountain.

All the people in the backhill firewood house are respectful to him and constantly flatter him, which makes him accustomed to this feeling of being feared and superior. However, among the hundreds of people in the firewood house, which he ruled over, only one person turned a blind eye to him and ignored him, and this person was the young man.

Fengchen was assigned here a year ago, and there is really very little information about him, only his age and name, and nothing else. According to the door rules, this is not allowed, but for some reason, the wind and dust are still left here to chop wood.

This is the reason why he has some scruples, he is afraid that Fengchen is a mistake and will be temporarily incorporated into the inner door or core disciple of the back mountain.

After all, there is no shortage of such things in the sect, so he must let himself be careful not to make a mistake and bring disaster to himself.

"Wind and dust...... Sixteen years old......" Si Yongzhi looked at the few words on a piece of white paper in his hand, his face was gloomy, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

After a while, Si Yongzhi slowly put away the list of firewood room personnel in his hand.

"It should be just an ordinary person...... Si Yongzhi completely dispelled his hesitation, because for a small person like him, he must learn to see everyone around him. He didn't dare to offend the big guys casually and bring ruin to himself, it can be said that people like him live longer than some upright people in this world of the jungle.

"So long! Your hard days have just begun! It wasn't until a moment later that Si Yongzhi let out a sneer, his eyes cold.