The foggy battlefield was unprecedentedly tragic.

There are too many demons, Xia Qing originally thought that there were millions of people, but soon found out that he was wrong, and all kinds of demons added up to simply stand still and couldn't kill them all. When people finally killed a large area, more demons immediately poured up, and the tide was overwhelming. Under the impact of the demon army, the casualties of the human race were extremely heavy. The men were the first to rush forward, and then the women also rushed forward, and when the women were almost dead, many old people and children also rushed forward, blocking the onslaught of the demon army with their bodies, and guarding the last home.

Xia Qing wandered around the battlefield in despair, looking at the vicious demon army, he wanted to cut off their heads, but both the enemy and the enemy treated him as air.

Being in the midst of a tragic battlefield, but not affected by any attacks, Xia Qing was quite relieved at first, and there was no need to worry about it, but soon, he knew that this was the greatest pain in the world.

Witnessing a big man dying in front of him, Xia Qing could still pretend not to see it;

Even if it was a weak woman who died in front of him, he could comfort himself that it was fake;

However, he broke down when he saw children crying and calling for their mothers, only to be torn to pieces by demons right under his nose.

At this time, Xia Qing deeply felt that the biggest pain did not come from physical pain, but a huge blow to the spirit. That feeling of powerlessness that he couldn't help made him really crazy. Later, it seemed that all the people were dead, and he was the only one left in the whole world, and when he looked up, he was full of demons, and the whole world seemed to have become a lair of demons.

"No!"

"Don't, don't ......"

Xia Qing knelt on the ground, holding his head and crying bitterly, feeling that his head was about to explode, and in his ears was the unbridled laughter of demons.

I don't know how long it took, Xia Qing came back to his senses under a gust of cold wind. When I looked up, the fog was gone, and the tragic ancient battlefield was gone, and I was half-kneeling on the edge of the cliff, and the old shopkeeper was standing beside me. Xia Qing stretched out his hand and touched it, his face was full of tears. The experience of the ancient battlefield was like a dream, but it was extremely realistic, and some scenes were deeply engraved in his mind, and he was afraid that he would never forget it in this life.

"Qing'er, how do you feel?" asked the old shopkeeper.

"Dead old man, I hate you!"

Xia Qing's eyes were red, the experience of the ancient battlefield was definitely a nightmare, and he didn't want to experience it again, "If there is a next time, just push me to the bottom of the cliff and fall to my death!"

"Hehe, hate is right! Without love, there will be no hate, if you are a cold-blooded devil, no matter how tragic the experience of the ancient battlefield is, you will not hate, you will only be glad to return to this world alive. The old shopkeeper smiled.

Xia Qing's heart moved, and he felt that the old shopkeeper seemed to have something to say, "Old man, do you suspect that I am the reincarnation of a big devil, or will I become a big devil in the future?"

"No, I'm sure you won't, Qing'er, you say yes, right? ”

The old shopkeeper smiled and asked, "Qing'er, remember the true magic of the Abyss Technique? No matter how good the exercises are, they can't be used in the wrong way. Otherwise, if you take the wrong path from the beginning, the harder you work, the farther you will go down the wrong path, and you will eventually fall into the devil. ”

"I can't remember, old man, let's just talk about how to go crazy. Xia Qing replied angrily, the experience of the ancient battlefield was too bad, he hated the old shopkeeper, this bad old man, and pushed himself into such an ancient battlefield without saying hello, this old man was too bad.

Xia Qing also knew that the old shopkeeper was for his own good, but he was still very unhappy in his heart, it was enough to have an experience like that in Ethereal City, and he really didn't want to come a second time.

"Hehe, Qing'er, don't you want to learn the Kyushu Thunder Sword?" asked the old shopkeeper.

"If I don't study, I'm going home. ”

Xia Qing sacrificed the teleportation order flag, but found that he couldn't move it, a huge ancient prohibition was shrouded in the air, and he didn't know the location of Beacon Mountain, so he lost his way. It seems that it has come to the deepest part of Wuzhou, and there is no sign of Baisheng Mountain on the map.

"Really don't study anymore?"

The old shopkeeper also seemed to know that something was wrong, and lured Xia Qing like a big bad wolf, "If you learn the Kyushu Thunder Sword Technique, you can personally defeat Jing Wanyue." ”

"Don't learn. ”

Xia Qing shook his head resolutely and said fiercely: "That madman Jing Wanyue likes to drink the northwest wind at the foot of the mountain, so let him stay there for the rest of his life!"

"Qing'er, don't you want to find your mother?"

The old shopkeeper continued to tempt and said, "Defeat Jing Wanyue before you can get back your mother's portrait." Besides, if you want to truly roam freely in Wuzhou, you must learn the Kyushu Thunder Sword and not worry about encountering any super demons or traps. Only then will you have the ability to go out and find your mother on your own. I've persevered in so many difficulties, and now I want to give up?"

"Okay!"

Xia Qing nodded, and seemed to be moved by the old shopkeeper's words, "You leave the sword spectrum, and people can go." ”

"Phew, stop talking nonsense, let's go!"

The old shopkeeper stretched out his hand to set Xia Qing up and jumped directly off the cliff.

"Ah...... , dead old man, come back!"

Xia Qing didn't have any preparation, the whirring in his ears was drowned out by the wind, but fortunately, after his feet landed, he found that he had reached the foot of Baisheng Mountain and did not appear in the terrifying ancient battlefield.

The old shopkeeper let go of Xia Qing and walked towards the stone wall in front of him.

"Old man, what are you going to do?" Xia Qing asked.

"I only come once a year, leave a sign to tell the sages and martyrs that I have been here. The old shopkeeper stopped, took off the jasper Xiao on his waist and drew a sword mark on the stone wall.

At this time, Xia Qing found that the stone wall was densely covered with sword marks. Once a year, the old shopkeeper doesn't know how many years he has come to worship, a thousand years like a day, who can have such perseverance? Or how much the old shopkeeper remembers this place, how strong is his will to return to this sad place again and again?

Xia Qing was in awe, and suddenly hated the old shopkeeper.

He just felt the tragedy of the ancient battlefield of Baisheng Peak as a bystander, but the old shopkeeper participated in this fierce battle from beginning to end, losing his master, all his relatives and friends, who understands the grief in his heart?

Xia Qing suddenly understood why the old shopkeeper always liked to give at night, and he always came and went with the song 'Heart Without a Trace'. It's not as simple as nostalgia, there is too much sadness behind Xiao Sheng, like the endless flow of the Luoshui River, which can never be broken. If you can't forget it in your heart, how can you erase that trace?

Xia Qing was silent, and suddenly found that the old shopkeeper was not a detached and unearthly master as he had thought, and he also had his sorrows and troubles.

"Qing'er, come, you can also leave a little memorial. The old shopkeeper beckoned.

"Good!"

Xia Qing walked up, took a deep breath, and his body soared into the air, stepping on the stone wall one after another and flying up, and then, at the moment when his body began to fall, he suddenly drew his sword, and carried the sword and carved the words while falling naturally.

The cold wind blew, and a cloud of dust fell on the stone wall.

Xia Qing landed on the ground with both feet, looked up, and left four big characters on the stone wall: 'Past Life and Present Life', signed 'Xia Qing'.

"What does this past and present life mean?" asked the old shopkeeper.

"If there really is an afterlife, I hope that every martyr who died in Baisheng Peak can enter heaven and enjoy the incense of future generations forever. ”

"The things of the past have become history, and they can't be changed, but if I encounter those demons and demons back then, I want to send them to death with the sword in my hand; how the future generations pronounce the judgment is God's business, I just send them on the road! Live in the present, and people in this life only do the things of this life!"

Xia Qing paused word by word, transforming the sadness he felt on the ancient battlefield into deep anger.

"Good, good. ”

"Standing on the edge of a cliff and listening to the wind, the higher the mountain, the more people will fall to their deaths, and the more miserable they will die. In the end, there are always a few who can stand on the highest place and listen to the wind. ”

"We listen to the wind on the edge of the cliff, not to rejoice that we are alive, but to think about how we can not die, and even if we die, we must be the last to fall, whether in a past life or in this life. ”

"Qing'er, you already know how to listen to the wind, and then, it's time to go to the Leiyin Ancient Temple to listen to the thunder, let's go." ”

The old shopkeeper nodded appreciatively, pulled Xia Qing away, and took one step to reach a thousand meters away, and disappeared into the sky after taking another step, which seemed to be faster than teleporting Dafa.

The cold wind blew, rolling up patches of sand and dust, and on the stone wall, the words 'past life and present life' faintly flowed in a dark light. The wind became even more poignant, and it seemed that there were countless lonely souls and wild ghosts shouting.