"I've never seen swans, and as for crows, there are a flock, but they only live in my memory. I think you understand what "merely" means, they are now gone. Where they went, no one asked, no one noticed, like a group of lost migrants who had to turn around and disappear into my life. ”

Huo Jie's brown pupils were blurred, and his thoughts seemed to follow his gaze to the sky, where a white cloud swayed leisurely, and the golden sunlight hit it, making it transparent and clear, and spilling a bright and soft light, like a miracle.

Ye Wuqiu sighed softly, patted Huo Jie's shoulder, and then lay down with his hands behind his head.

Zhuang Nan slanted Han, green grass, looking around, the ridges of the fields are like, there are several busy figures working in the meantime. This scene is like a nameless wind, blowing the freshness and simplicity of the earth. Then raise your head and look at it, the wild sky is low, the sun is warm, and as far as the eye can see, it is a burst of relaxation and joy.

But not all beauty can be cured, and not all light can sweep away the gloom. At the wrong time, in the wrong place, it will only play a role in not playing or even adding fuel to the fire. The so-called joy and sorrow are covered like this.

Ye Wuxian's mood was a little heavy, not for himself, but for the young man in front of him. Huo Jie has been good at writing since he was a child, and at the age of seven, he read and recited the "General History of the Mainland" by heart, and at the age of eight, he waved his pen and wrote it in ten thousand words. As for the twelve-year-old, his understanding is wide open, and he has a deep understanding of the way of writing, and the writings he writes are alert and sharp, and his vision is not as far-sighted as the elderly. In Huo Yanyu's words, "Literati, that is the sweet and sweet food of the peaceful era, but today, when the smoke is everywhere, the war is chaotic, and if the force fails, it will only lead to destruction, so how can there be a chance to chew the words?"

"Your father has not yet recognized the role of the literati. To put it more rigorously, he does not have a comprehensive understanding of literati. Strategizing, directing the country, Chen Mo planning and strategizing, how can the courage of a man be comparable?"

The words landed for a moment, and when Ye Wuqiu saw that Huo Jie did not react, he just wanted to refresh his eyes and relax his mood, but he saw Huo Jie turn his head and smile heartily at him.

"I want to practice martial arts, how about you be my master?"

Hearing this, Ye Wuqiu hurriedly got up and sat cross-legged, putting on a puzzled expression.

"I have no power to go against the sky and want to go against the sky, but I can only take my own death. I have been reading for several years, but I don't understand this principle. There is nothing worse against the world than against oneself. I have come to understand that the incarnation of oneself is not the opinion of the cowardly, but the act of the wise. Hoje paused, his bright eyes revealing a light smile. "In the future, I will combine the power of Wen Taowu and the power of the world, and I will not be allowed to go free in this world?"

Ye Wuqi looked at Huo Jie deeply and said, "Although I agree with the pride and domineering of others rather than what you say, I am still really happy that you can think like this and get out of the decadence." ”

Huo Jie shrugged and said: "Everyone has their own faith, no one is a copy of anyone, only different people will collide when they are together,"

Ye Wuqi laughed and said: "This is reasonable, I will teach you martial arts, you have to teach me calligraphy!

"Huh. At this moment, there was a sudden burst of old laughter behind the two. When the two saw this, they hurriedly got up and saluted.

"Yan Lao. ”

There is no hatred at night, and he always has a faint sense of intimacy with the old man in front of him. Sometimes even the night without hatred is confused, I really have never seen this old man during the years in Tianxuan Mountain and the time when I was wandering?

Yan Lao staggered over with his staff. If you just look at his pace, he is indeed an old man in the last years, but the sword is not famous for its light, and the riding is not known for its appearance.

Yan Lao walked to the two of them, smiled and said to Huo Jie: "In the future, you can do it from your heart, and you can do it." ”

Huo Jie Shili said: "Yan Lao is too famous. ”

Yan Laoqi shook his head lightly and said, "It's not convenient to tell you where I came from at the moment, but what I can tell you is that I know your future. ”

There was no hatred in the night, Huo Jie glanced at each other, and they both read deep disbelief in each other's eyes.

"Prophet, psychic?"

Yan Lao shook his head with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Ye Wuqiu's brows tightened and he looked at Huo Jie. In his understanding, only soothsayers and psychics could know something that was going to happen at great cost. But who else can?

"Elder Yan, forgive me for taking the liberty of being presumptuous, what is my future?"

"Heaven must not be divulged. With that, he looked at the place where Huo Jie had looked before. "Huo Jie, you go first, I want to talk to Wu Qiu alone. ”

"Good. ”

Watching Huo Jie drift away and finally turn into a black spot in the distance, Ye Wuqi asked, "Can you really see the future?"

Yan Lao did not answer, but asked rhetorically, "Do you believe in fate?"

Ye Wuxian shook his head, standing in the wind, his long silver hair scattered and flying behind his head. He said: "Fate, that's just a pretext for self-deceivers to comfort themselves. ”

Yan Lao said: "Can I understand this as self-confidence?"

"Yes. ”

Yan Lao was silent, just quietly admiring the countryside scenery. After a long time, he said hoarsely: "Have you ever heard of the fairy demon boy?"

"Immortal and demon boy, I just learned something inconsequential about an ancient book. ”

Yan Lao's eyes softened and he glanced at Ye Wuxi: "Then do you want to hear about his main deeds?"

"I'm listening. ”

Yan Lao sat down slowly with stiff hands and feet, and told the story of the past that had been washed over the years and changed beyond recognition.

No one knows how the fairy and demon boy appeared, as if a visitor from outside the sky came out of thin air. There is no record of him being there before this. You must know that at that time, there was a giant power, the Desolate Emperor Sect, who investigated the immortal demon boys, but they found nothing. If you don't think so, you are underestimating the strength of the Desolate Emperor Sect, which has branches on all continents, and all of them are fierce. It's easy for them to investigate individuals. But I can't find out any details of the fairy and demon boy.

It doesn't matter if it's an inconsequential pawn, but the strength of the immortal demon boy is world-beating, and he really wants to get the Immortal Soul Rejuvenation Flower, the treasure of the Zhenzong of the Desolate Emperor Sect, and the Desolate Emperor Sect regards the Immortal Soul Rejuvenation Flower as a reverse scale, so the relationship between the two is extremely stiff. After a big battle, the Desolate Emperor Sect relied on the numerical advantage to win, and the immortal demon boy was seriously injured and fled, and since then he has disappeared.

A few years later, an underground organization sprung up, and when this organization surfaced, it had the power to shake the Desolate Emperor Sect, and the leader of this organization was the Immortal Demon Boy, and it was another earth-shattering battle, the Sect Master of the Desolate Emperor Sect died under the sword of the Immortal Demon Boy, and the entire Desolate Emperor Sect has since disappeared.

It was also at this time that the extraterritorial Heavenly Demons came to attack on a large scale, and the Immortal Demon Boy was taken as the leader because of his strength, leading the human army to resist the Heavenly Demons. But for some reason, the fairy demon boy suddenly became bloodthirsty and wantonly killed civilians. On the march, there were also successive heavy defeats and frequent defeats. In the people, the voice of opposition to the fairy and demon boy became louder and louder, and finally, the defeat of the battle of Yueguan withdrew the army, and the supreme ruler of mankind deprived him of his military rights, and with the indiscriminate killing of innocents, poor command and other crimes, the fairy and demon boy was imprisoned, and a group of people who had been following him were also punished.

In the end, the fairy and demon boy suddenly broke out of prison one day and went straight to Gu Tianfeng. On that day, black smoke billowed and the evil aura was swirling, and there seemed to be thousands of powerful ghosts howling desperately between heaven and earth, and its earth-shattering momentum was terrifying. At the top of the ancient heavenly peak, the only golden light surges, penetrating the sky and the earth, as if it is a pillar supporting the sky.

On the second day, the vision gradually subsided, and people went up the mountain, only to find that the fairy and demon boy stood proudly with his sword, holding his chest high, his eyes were as usual, looking at the dawn of the new sun. There was no breath in his nose.

The mainland is full of jubilation. They wanted to destroy the corpse of the fairy and demon boy, they hated, hated the fairy and demon boy even if he died, it still made them feel terrified and made them feel small. But they tried their best, but they still couldn't hurt the slightest, so they had no choice but to bury the body of the immortal demon boy deep in the Gu Tianfeng to show the end.

Regarding the image of the fairy and demon boy, the mainland prohibits circulation, but there are always exceptions, some people circulate that the fairy and demon boy is handsome, and he carries a sword that exudes golden red light and dragon patterns. Some people also say that the fairy and demon boy dancing with a sword is like a dragon, and there is no one in the world to compare......

Yan Lao said slowly, looked at Ye Wuxian, and said without waiting for him to speak: "Your meridians are very peculiar. ”

Ye Wuqi's body stiffened, and then nodded.

"Can I take a look?"

Ye Wuqi hesitated for a moment, then took off his shirt. After a week of running Douqi, the shape of the meridians faintly floated on the skin, emitting a faint golden light.

The pattern, a dragon soaring over the nine heavens, raised its head and hissed, looking forward to life, as if the world was eternal, all of them were lying at the bottom of their claws.

Yan Lao sighed: "The Yuan of Destiny began today. ”