Yang Peng did not hesitate to look up at the sky, the bright sun shining on his fifteen-year-old face, looking extremely sacred.

Many images came to his mind----- when his parents were alive

Because he saw the brand-new toys in the hands of other children, Yang Peng cried "Why is his own tattered little wooden man", and the enemy army entered that day, his mother held Yang Peng's hand tightly, protected Yang Peng under him, looked at his mother's gentle smile, the scene of corpses under the Luminous Bridge, the big black dog brought Yang Peng the sense of proximity to death, and the supreme majesty of the immortal's sentence: Your life is up to you, not by the sky.

Yang Peng smiled happily and said: My way is not by the sky, not by the earth, and not by others!

My way is only the way - the heart!

Immediately, I only heard laughter from the Nine Heavens: Haha! What a Dao heart, what a Dao heart! Sure enough, my vision is right!"

After saying this sentence again, the heavens and the earth changed color, and everything was distorted, and when it was dark in front of me, no sound could be heard.

The scene changed and it was dark all around, when suddenly a few oil lamps were lit around it, and the walls were stacked with large black uneven stones, and they were empty again.

Suddenly, Yang Peng's eyes flickered, and Yang Peng's eyes appeared in front of him, he was sitting cross-legged on the ground, and there was a small flat table in front of him, Yang Peng stared at the old man without blinking.

The old man suddenly opened his eyes and stared at Yang Peng with blazing eyes, and Yang Peng kept staring at him without blinking his eyes.

The old man looked away and looked at the flat table, there was a crumpled yellowed book on the flat table, but Yang Peng saw that a gloomy color suddenly flowed into the old man's eyes, his eyes changed and returned to an indifferent color, and he said silently: This is the "Nine Yang Sutra" that I got by accident, and now it is yours, what you can learn is up to you, a thousand people have a thousand kinds of Tao, I can't help you, it's up to you how much you can understand!

Looking at the old man, Yang Peng lowered his head, Yang Peng stretched out his hands, and secretly thought, the old man is his own teacher, his own life-saving benefactor, and his own reborn parents.

Yang Peng didn't know why he had an urge to cry, Yang Peng's voice was a little hoarse and said: "Destiny, Yang Peng will definitely cultivate the "Nine Yang Sutra" well, and he will definitely surpass your height and Taoism!"

Yang Peng knew that the reason why the old man was gloomy must be related to the "Nine Yang Sutra".

The old man's body trembled, his eyes looked at Yang Peng softly and confidently, and everything changed into a sentence: "Well, I'll wait for you."