With a very strange footwork, he walked through the forest to the depths, where there was a dilapidated hut that until now no one had even noticed, and perhaps no one had been able to reach at all.

Under the sunlight, the hut was very bright, and under a statue of a Bodhisattva sat a bad old man with unkempt hair and tattered clothes, and he shouted: "Fatal old man, come and see what I have in my hand!"

The old man didn't say anything, just sat upright. Yang Peng sighed secretly: It's still the same as before, as long as it's settled, you won't listen to anything.

He had asked the old man again and again, what kind of exercises he was practicing, but the old man just smiled mysteriously, touched his long, stiff beard, and said nothing.

Yang Peng also secretly observed for a long time, but did not find anything strange. The only thing is that his breathing is a little strange, one long and one short, sometimes fast, sometimes slow.

He also secretly imitated it many times, but he never had a clue, so he simply didn't ask anything.

His eyes moved downstream and saw the word "life" on the old man's clothes, the name seemed to have some magic, he had gazed at the "life" more than once, and saw the powerless self.

Looking at him, his brain went blank.

He seemed to go back, back to that night—the night he didn't want to remember the most, that night, and he knew how close death was to him! The smell of death was terrifying, it was a fear from within! No one could stop it.

He believes that even people who see death as their home are afraid, and they choose to die because of the obsession in their hearts, but what is there in his heart?

He was only ten years old at the time, and he only knew that his parents were dead, that they had died under the iron cavalry of the enemy, that they had been trampled to death...

And he was watching the enemy country's war horse in his mother's arms, trampling on his mother's body again and again.

And he looked at his mother in fear, his mother's fearless eyes, when their eyes met, his mother's eyes were so soft, smiling at him, but a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth was so distinct!

He felt needles pound through his heart, and he almost wanted to cry out in pain, but his mother held his mouth down.

He hurts, he hates!

She knew that if she screamed, she would be greeted with the most brutal slaughter of her enemies.

And what he could see through the cracks was the cruel smile of the enemy on his face.

He feared, but he hated, not only the enemy's iron horseman, but also his own powerlessness.

Eventually, his mother died, and it was not until after her death that the enemy returned triumphantly that gentle smile on her face.

He kept guarding his mother's side, crying until he was hoarse, until Yang Peng couldn't cry.

He knows that his tears have dried up, and he will never cry again in the future, and he must face everything bravely!

He is Yang Peng.

Ordered the old man and Yang Peng to ---- Yang Peng[2]

That night, Yang Peng walked on the Yeming Bridge, hunger made his whole body weak, his head was muddy, although Ye Mingqiao still had a faint light at night, but Yang Peng's eyes seemed to be dark.

Walking forward until he kicked something, Yang Peng heard a "whoosh" sound and fell off the bridge.

The pain rushed through his body, which made him sober up a little, and he turned his head to look to the side.

Suddenly, under the faint light of the Luminous Bridge, he looked at a cold corpse, just like that, lying beside him.

There was also a corpse, only an arm's length away from Yang Peng, his face was facing Yang Peng, his mouth was wide open, as if he wanted to say something, but no one could hear him.

From time to time, rats were bouncing up and down next to a body, their eyes glowing strangely, they were green, and they didn't belong to the eyes of normal rats at all.

There was also a big black dog gnawing on a corpse, and suddenly his eyes were staring at Yang Peng, he seemed to have fallen into the ice cellar, and the blood suddenly coagulated at this time, and Yang Peng's heart was beating violently.

The sound of his heart beating was like a drum, and his heart seemed to explode as if a thunderbolt had exploded. And at this moment, the dog slowly approached Yang Peng, step by step, step by step, and walked to Yang Peng's side.

Yang Peng knew that this might be his death, but he was unwilling, his mother's gentle smile was still lingering in his mind, making him unforgettable.

Yang Peng roared angrily, and wanted to sit up and fight with him, but he was still a child, and he had no power to restrain the chicken, even if he stood up, it was impossible to beat this big black dog.

Yang Peng didn't struggle to stare at the fifteenth full moon, and secretly said in his heart: Maybe this is fate! In his life, he can't avenge his parents. ”

Gradually, I closed my eyes.

At this moment, a desolate and distant voice was heard: Are you willing to die?

Yang Peng was shouting: How could he be willing to die! He still wants to hold the revenge of killing his father and mother with his own hands!

I only heard the vicious dog, with a low "oh nack", and fled into the distance.

When his eyes opened and looked at it, like an old immortal descending from the Nine Immortals, Yang Peng's eyes flickered, and he saw that there seemed to be a word on the robe - life.

The immortal spoke slowly, his voice was far away, straight into the hearts of the people, and he only listened: Your life is up to you, not to the sky!