Yin Feng thought that he had already tasted the most painful taste in his life, and it was nothing more than that, but he didn't want it to be over.

Le Ruohua tried his best to finally transfer people to the secret realm of the Fushan Sect's ancestor Ascension, as the ancestor's favorite disciple, the ancestor personally handed over the key to open this room and the magic circle to him, and the precious medicinal materials and cultivation secrets in it were not mentioned.

Yin Feng placed Le Ruo's body in an ice room in the secret realm, and he did not bury him here. He knew how much Le Ruohua loved the Fushan Sect, and that was his home.

One day, he will take Uncle Xiao back, Yin Feng thought.

They will return there in dignity and be buried in the cliff behind the floating cloud stream.

He remembered that Le Ruohua once said with a smile that he liked the view of watching the sunset on the side of the cliff the most. If you look at it over there, it's as if that shocking red color spreads out, and you can almost see the other side of that moment, and there is a world, a world that is indescribably beautiful.

People are also strange. Yin Feng thought, or rather, was particularly cheap.

I used to be annoyed when I saw Le Ruohua, even if we fled together in the end, it stands to reason that there should be some feelings. But Le Ruohua just didn't want to give him a good look, even when he was taking care of his serious injury, he was vicious and rolled his eyes, and his tone was very impatient.

It's just that his movements are very gentle, and he doesn't feel any pain at all.

He also took care of all the wild food, looking for wild fruits, building bonfires, and patrolling water sources......

But why is his mouth so cheap?

It wasn't until the people around him really passed away that Yin Feng suddenly discovered that the only person who had been by his side since he was a child and never abandoned was Le Ruohua. Because he had just left, he seemed to be unaccustomed to no one hanging around him at every turn.

No, he thought.

He is not a masochist, obviously Le Ruohua's favorite thing to do in the past was to bully him, and this time he will come, just because of the master's instructions.

Is that really the case? Another voice asked calmly.

But Yin Feng didn't dare to think about it, he couldn't think about it. He will also be afraid, afraid that the truth will make him more painful, even if there is nothing that he can't accept.

There is humanity, and people die like lights go out.

Yin Feng comforted himself that Le Ruohua accompanied him when he was most suffering, and it was inevitable that he would be difficult to accept for a while, and he set his mind to cultivate, wanting to forget about this young man.

However, the young man's voice, smile, and posture became clearer in the dream and in the meditation.

His pride, his willfulness, his childishness, his purity.

Slowly, Yin Feng began to recall the past, it turned out that in the course of his life, Le Ruohua participated in many things. And the past is not only anger, but also joy.

suddenly looked back, only to realize that the young man had been with him for so long.

Until...... End of life.

One day, when Yin Feng's cultivation reached the point of being so strong that he shattered the void, he went out to correct himself and his junior uncle.

An unattainable achievement in the eyes of others, Yu Yin Feng is only a few hundred years.

He did it.

Holding the little uncle in his arms who seemed to be just asleep because of the spell, but would never open his eyes again, he thought like this.

He returned to the Fushan Sect openly, and also defeated the sects that pursued them one by one. However, in addition to the admiring gaze of the young generation disciples of the Fushan Sect who greeted him, the eyes of the Lord of the Three Peaks were only cold when they looked at him.

No, the master, his master is different, at least looking at his eyes, there is still a trace of kindness and a trace of sadness.

"You're back." He said, "Now that you're back, don't go." ”

Yin Feng nodded, this is already his roots, he has always wanted to return here, to the place where he first met his junior uncle. At least there is a remembrance, a thought.

"Your achievements have surpassed mine, beyond the current Fushan Sect, no, anyone in the cultivation realm. As a teacher, old. This world will be the world of young people from now on, and you have always been my chosen heir, so find a time to take over the ceremony. ”

"Obey the teacher's orders." Yin Feng actually didn't have any interest, but now he didn't know what he was going to do, and it seemed that the only thing he could do was to obey his master's orders.

At the same time, as if it was an appointment, the peak masters of Sword Peak and Medicine Peak also selected disciples to succeed the two peaks and went into hiding.

After the ceremony, the head looked at the young man with a cold face, as if he had struggled for a long time, before he slowly spoke, "In the future, the Fushan faction will be handed over to you, I don't want to expand, but I want to stick to it." He paused, "But there is one thing, but it is a private matter...... They don't agree with you for the teacher, but for the teacher...... I can't bear it. Think of it as a teacher's own selfishness. ”

With that, he handed Yin Feng a transparent crystal soul ball. Yin Feng showed a slightly surprised look, this is a spell ball that can burn memories, but few people will do this.

"Back then, you and Ruohua were-for-tat, and you didn't know that you were a teacher, and the reason why you didn't care about it was just that you could feel that Ruohua really liked you. At that time, Ruohua was just a child-hehe, look at the teacher, I forgot this kind of rhetoric, probably it was actually annoying--it was the teacher's fault, and I couldn't stop it in time, thinking that in the future, you would complement each other and manage the Fushan faction together, after all, there was a friendship that grew up together, but it was for the teacher's fault. Today, the past is all over the place. No matter what prejudice you have against Ruohua, but in the end, Ruohua's child was worried about you, and even if he was criticized, he rushed to your side. For this sake, you can forgive Ruohua for the inappropriate behavior he did to you before. He just didn't know how to express his joy. ”

After saying this, the head of the sect slowly left the Fushan faction. just looked back, but there was wetness in his eyes, that was their little junior brother, how could he not have a grudge against Yin Feng. However, which is more important, today's Yin Feng, no one can do anything to him, with him in charge of the sect, it must only be carried forward.

In the room, Yin Feng probed his divine sense into that memory, and in an instant, the vivid image of the young man who had tried to seal it countless times broke the so-called qiē's restraint in an instant.

"I like that kid at a glance, senior brother in charge, I want him to be my disciple!"

"What do you mean I'm going to bully people again today~ Don't you think he looks cute when he looks at me unpleasantly and can't kill me?"

"Senior brother in charge, look at what I have gotten, what are the five spirit roots, with this, Yin Feng is definitely stronger than anyone else."

"I gave Yin Feng a nickname today, called Yingfeng Open His Mouth and Gain Three Pounds, you didn't see his face when he heard me call me like this!"

"I didn't expect him to hate me."

"Yin Feng can't be a demon cultivator"

"Even if I am scolded by the world, since Yin Feng wants to suffer this injustice, what can I not bear!"

"Goodbye, senior brother. I'm sorry. ”

The spell of memory ended, and the soul orb slowly turned into crystal fragments, drifting away with the breeze, as beautiful as a summer firefly.

Yin Feng stretched out his hand and clenched his fists, but he couldn't catch anything.

It turned out that he had the most precious thing before, but he threw it away and could never find it again.

“…… Uncle ......"

……

…………

Yin Feng fell in love with drinking, he used to look down on people who were fond of things in the cup, he always felt that this kind of thing that would make his brain into a mess no matter how good it tasted was not attractive, only people with poor self-control would find such and such an excuse to make themselves drunkards with jars and jars. I don't want him to have a day of 'borrowing wine to kill his sorrows'.

So, young man, don't talk too much. After all, a lifetime is very long, who knows if it will slap you in the face in the future?

Fortunately, Yin Feng is not greedy for a cup, he just likes to drink with the wine glass in front of Le Ruohua, and often sits by his tomb for three days in the spring when the wind holds the boy's favorite peach blossom brew, and chatters from the iceberg to chatter while drinking, and talks to the young man about what has happened recently, how the new disciples are doing, and which sect has started to die again.

In fact, Yin Feng felt that he was also quite hypocritical, he used to look down on the things he complained about, but now he has almost sat all over the place. Obviously, when the boy was there, he didn't say a word to the other party, and when the two of them met, it was like fighting to the death, and after the boy died, he was the one who couldn't let go of it.

He said to himself many times: People are dead, and it makes sense for him to do this?

As a result, I walked and walked to the back mountain, and I couldn't help but start complaining about such and such things to Le Ruohua's tombstone. It was as if the boy was willing to solve all kinds of problems for him when he didn't know it.

It's not that there are no other things, and it's not just that he lives by memories, but he feels a casual glance, an event, a song, it seems that he can think of the young man, and then he is full of grief.

Since then, Yin Feng no longer believes that time will heal a qiē.

"You're chic." The slightly drunk Yin Feng leaned on the side of the tombstone and muttered, "You have bullied me since I was a child, and then I was not ambiguous when I said that I would go, and I didn't even leave a word before I died." ”

This time he drank a little too much, Yin Feng shook his head, still feeling in a trance, and couldn't help frowning.

He thought it would be better to go back to the house and rest, but he didn't want to get up and suddenly feel lightheaded, and he fell to the ground in a whirlwind.

Yin Feng had a long dream, and the world in the dream was new and fragile to him. There are huge brick-like buildings that rise into the sky, four wheels replace the means of carriage movement, and large birds flying in the sky can carry many people in their stomachs.

The people of that world don't cultivate the truth, they are just mortals, but when it comes to intrigue, they are even more ferocious than the people in the cultivation realm.

In the dream, his name was Liu Yi.

He kept a teenager named Le Ruohua by his side, with the same face as the teenager he knew, but he had a completely different personality.

His little uncle was as hot as it burned people, but the young man in the dream was as warm as the moon and jade.

Liu Yi hates him, and Liu Yi prefers a person named Lin Yunfeng.

And that human ...... Yin Feng scoffed, where is it good, a treacherous face, a sinister don't want to look.

But Liu Yi seems to eat this set.

Later, Le Ruohua died.

He was placed in a place with strange lights and instruments, surrounded by men dressed in blue and wearing masks, holding up knife-like murder weapons in their hands.

They dismembered him.

Yin Feng was mad, but no matter how he roared, he couldn't stop it, he couldn't mobilize his spiritual power, he could only watch the mirage-like scene, and no matter what kind of attack fell there, he couldn't cause a trace of damage and shake the other party.

But he knew that Le Ruohua was his little uncle, he just knew.

As soon as the picture turned, he returned to Liu Yi's body, this time Liu Yi and the boy were all good, although they still died of natural disasters in the end, but at the end, the boy and Liu Yi were together.

In the dream, he saw Liu Yi fainting, and there was no fear in the young man's eyes, and then shouted something.

It's as if you're questioning someone.

Return to darkness.

Something poured into his brain, making Yin Feng feel uncomfortable as if he was about to explode.

I don't know how long later, the faint sound of talking came from his ears, followed by the feeling that someone was pushing his shoulder.

"Yin Feng, Yin Feng! You're going to die, you're going to be late for morning class! If you don't get up again, you will be ridiculed by Uncle Xiaoshi! ”

“……”

Yin Feng slowly opened his eyes, and what was imprinted in his eyes was a young friend from his youth, and he was also the personal disciple of the Sword Peak Peak Lord, Wan Qili.

A dream for a thousand years, he turned out to be ...... Back to the time of my youth.