Since then, Yang Peng has passed out, and when he woke up, he found that in a dilapidated house, he was lying on a pile of thatch, and there was a statue of Guanyin Buddha, and a bad old man was settled under it, and there was a "life" word on his tattered robe.

Suddenly, Yang Peng felt that his brain had suffered a heavy blow, and Yang Peng did not feel unhappy.

Because he believes that it was this old man who gave Yang Peng a new life.

This is the old man's life, a unique way of caring - "brain door ding". Yang Peng looked up at the old man with a smile.

He also looked at Yang Peng with a smile, and only at this time would Yang Peng laugh from the bottom of his heart. Since the death of his parents, he has never experienced that kind of selfless love.

He didn't have any words to express it, though. However, in the past five years, Yang Peng has more than once, and has gone to the mountains again and again to experience the danger, and has experienced the feelings between life and death again and again.

Yang Peng shouted pro-: "Old!"

The old man secretly thought about what little tricks this little slippery head was going to play again, and immediately changed lanes: What happened to what he went out to do.

Sure enough, the ginger is still old and spicy. Reluctantly said Yang Peng's experience of going out this time.

The old man nodded and jokingly said, "You're just too kind." Why don't you go to the ones that are easy to start?

Yang Peng's face was straight, and seeing that his face was upright, the old man didn't say anything, "Okay, okay, it's up to you." ”

Yang Peng took out the bulging purse from his pocket and looked at it in the old man's hand, and the old man checked it and said with satisfaction: These plus the previous ones are enough to improve your physique.

Yang Peng's heart was shocked, could it be that he was finally going to teach Yang Peng the Dao Fa? The old man was shocked when he saw Yang Peng.

Immediately, he said happily: Yes, the time has come to change your fate, whether you can grasp it depends on yourself, and the trajectory of your life will change course because of this time. But you have to remember.

Your heart: You are kind-hearted, intelligent, and calm. Don't forget because of a moment of glory. Who are you? What are you going to do? What are you supposed to do?

This is the first time Yang Peng has seen the solemn appearance of the old man Ning in his memory, Yang Peng nodded down fiercely, with Yang Peng's nod, his long hair fluttered upward, and he appeared in a chic manner, Yang Peng knew that he would not forget his original intention!!

After a long absence, the old man nodded kindly: "Very good, very good, this is a breathing exercise method that I have practiced for many years, Yang Peng will teach it to you, look at it!"

Yang Peng's eyes were full of wind and thunderstorms.

A stag looked up at the sky and wanted to compete with the heavens, but a thunderbolt smashed down quickly and smashed on the sturdy stag, and the stag was instantly turned into ashes. Then another bolt of lightning struck a towering tree, and the tree fell, and as he fell, the fruit fell. After the rain, I saw a rainbow, and although the tree fell, it turned into the best strength for the seed to thrive. But the stag that defied the thunder and lightning went to paint it into dust, and everything before it was just the past. Everything is so accidental, yet so inevitable.

Suddenly, the voice of the old man came from the sky: everything has its own law, just like the same deer is broken and turned into ashes, although the towering tree falls, but the fruit germinates maybe it will be a hundred years after the tree, isn't this a blessing?

Who knows that on the night of the next thunderstorm, the next towering tree will not become a "fallen tree", and it may be so for life.

Isn't the deer that turns into dust the same life as heaven and earth? The way of the world, change and immutability only lie in your moment, and there are thousands of instants, so different people have different ways.

His voice was so far and close that Yang Peng couldn't figure it out.

In Yang Peng's contemplation, a voice was like thunder: What is your way?