"Nangong old friend, I am in a rare mood, I want to drink wine and eat meat in a big bowl, but you are disappointed on the sidelines, you say that you are boring and not boring. ”

As soon as the old man's voice fell, such a sentence came from out of nowhere on the mountain, echoing in the mountain.

"Haha, Feng Youcai, tell me what would happen if you were in a hurry to drink and take a big step? ”

"Old friend Nangong, you don't have to worry about this. This time, I have realized that I will have to leave this world in a few days, and it is estimated that future generations will not be able to stay. ”

"Don't think about it anymore?"

"I've been thinking about it for a long time. ”

"How's the avenue?"

"There is a lack of avenues. The number of Dayan is fifty, and there are nine out of forty. The one that is gone away is the one that is missing. ”

"Talented, talented, your avenue is easy to obtain, but you still haven't seen through. ”

"No matter how you don't see through, because you can see through it, you have to leave. ”

"The one who has escaped has its own reason for escaping, even if you are lucky enough to find it, or encounter it, so what?"

"Old friend Nangong, my generation of cultivators, isn't this the only thing you want to do against the sky? Is success or failure really that important to you and me? I think it's an old friend, you haven't seen it through. ”

"No, no, no. The old man came this time, firstly, to bid farewell to you, and secondly, to find a good cemetery for himself. ”

"You're determined not to leave with me?"

"After thinking about it for a long time, these countless years are boring, why don't you go and see how the River Styx is. ”

"Old friend, the River Styx is just a legend after all, do you have to give up this world for the sake of an ethereal legend?"

"Youcai, you're talented, you're leaving, and I don't have much fun here. This world can be taken care of by a few other people, and there is no need for people like you and me to carry it on the shoulders of people and weak scholars. Those people are all fierce dragons, you can rest assured. ”

"Old friend Nangong, you really can't let her go. ”

"How?"

"Isn't it for the sake of the eyes of reincarnation that you're trying to explore the River Styx this time?"

"By the way, by the way. ”

"By the way, maybe the Styx ferryman didn't exist in the first place, but it was just wishful thinking on the part of you and me. ”

"It turns out that the old ghost who is holding the boat is indeed connected to the Styx ferryman. ”

"Couldn't that old ghost deliberately add a veil of mystery to himself in order to protect himself?"

"I don't think so, otherwise his broken ship would have been scuttled by those guys, haha. ”

"Old friend Nangong, when you and I talk like this, your disciples are also uncomfortable. Since you're here, come here. ”

"You're finally willing to see me, it seems like death is really not far away, haha. ”

Listening to the conversation between the master and the mountain people, the three disciples did not bother with anything. They know that the master's realm is lofty, but they don't know what realm the master has reached.

When she heard the master call the mountain man Feng Youcai, the woman's hand trembled slightly, and after a very short pause, she continued to knead the old man.

The middle-aged man and Tian Xuanzi, who were standing on the side, raised their heads, and their eyes were full of hope, and at the same time, they had more admiration for their master.

The middle-aged man showed a look other than silence for the first time after going up the mountain, looked at his senior sister, and made brief eye contact with the woman, the woman nodded calmly and slightly, and the middle-aged man was excited again.

As far as they know, Feng Youcai is the ancestor of the divine operator, known as the spokesperson of the Heavenly Dao under the starry sky, the Divine Heavenly Master, the honorific title of the Heavenly Operator, the reincarnation of the Heavenly Dao is divided into six realms, and he occupies one alone.

But after Feng Youcai disappeared 20,000 years ago, he never appeared again, and the descendants of the Divine Operator lineage exhausted their efforts to deduce, and they could not find the whereabouts of their ancestors.

This is inevitable, if Feng Youcai has the heart to cover up the heavenly opportunity, there is no one in this world who can break through the fog.

In the next 20,000 years, the descendants of the Divine Operator lineage would receive some news from Feng Youcai every once in a while, asking them to do some ordinary things, such as helping a farmer in a small village build a house, and teaching the son of an official family to read, and where to dig a big lake or open a spiritual vein, etc., only to know that the ancestor was still in the world and did not leave them.

There are countless legends about the Heavenly Operator Feng Youcai in this world, so the Divine Operator has a very high status in both the world of cultivators and the world of mortals, and no force will take the initiative to offend them.

At this moment, the three apprentices of the old man, when they knew that the mountain man was Feng Youcai, the heavenly operator, was quite shocked in their hearts, even the senior sister who had always been as calm as water, had a short period of distraction.

When they heard Feng Youcai call his master an old friend of Nangong, they also immediately went to search for legends about Nangong, except for the Nangong ancestor of the Nangong family in the middle of Dongyuan, who was a little similar to the master, they found nothing, so they were more curious about their old urchin master, and they were more in awe.

Before the old man's laughter fell, the scene seen by the four masters and apprentices changed dramatically.

Just now it was a barren mountain and wilderness, overgrown with rocks and weeds, but now it is an empty flat land, like the big square in front of the palace, the bluestone ground is decorated neatly, there is no trace of disorder, but the surface is covered with a thin layer of moss, covering the stone surface, giving people a feeling that the vicissitudes of history have been precipitated here.

In the distance is an unnamed monument that is neither stone nor jade, towering into the clouds, and it is not visible where its top is.

The nameless monument looks like a stone plaque from a distance, and after approaching, it is found that there is a flow of immortal brew in this monument, and the whole body exudes a trace of fairy energy, so that it exudes the charm of exquisite jade.

There are some words engraved at the foot of the stele, but they are not on the body of the stele, but a huge stone stele foot that was forcibly piled up by someone later, what is recorded on it, and the three apprentices look at each other, and do not know the words on it, or the sloppy graffiti.

There is a person standing in front of the stele, with his back to the four masters and apprentices, holding a wine jar in one hand and a book in the other.

"Nangong old friend, long time no see. The man turned to the group standing in the middle of the platform, and then looked at the old man with a smile.

The three Tianxuanzi behind the old man of Nangong saw the true face of Tianxuanzi Feng Youcai at this time, as ordinary as his name. Feng Youcai has a Chinese face, and his eyebrows are very thick, but after years of catalysis, half an inch of white eyebrows float out of his eyebrows. His hair was gray, casually draped over his shoulders, and he was dressed as a scribe, but when he saw the big wine jar in his hand, this scribe was also a madman.

After Feng Youcai saw the four masters and apprentices, he put the wine jar on the ground beside him, rolled it up and inserted it on his waist, and then arched his hand and said to a few people: "The gentleman is clear, and there is a fate to see Hongmeng." ”

After finishing speaking, Feng Youcai's figure began to be illusory, and then from the gradually fading figure, a misty human figure walked out, it was Feng Youcai who had faded away just now.

At the moment when Feng Youcai's true body faded away, the sky on the top of the mountain suddenly became pitch black, like the elusiveness of the depths of the universe, and then there was a thick lightning bolt that pierced the sky that had just been pitch black, and the lightning was like a dragon and a tiger, and there was also like a silver-armored god of war from between the black clouds in an instant. After the lightning streaked, the sky was torn apart, and the light pierced the sky again.

The misty figure looked up at the new tomorrow, and said with a wry smile to the old man: "The old friend smiled, but he was still noticed by the Heavenly Dao, do you say that there is a mysterious will behind this that dominates all this." ”

"Talented, Shen Yan!" the old man made a silent gesture to the figure, and then turned to look at the three disciples behind him, who were already at a loss.