The breeze weaves through the green forest, and no one knows where it came from or where it will disappear. Just like the brief intersection of a person and a group of people, you have no way of knowing his past, nor do you know where he will pass away, only the seemingly non-existent traces of everything that has happened.

Teng Xiaoyun lay there quietly, as if he were a sleeping man resting here without careful inspection, and only the pale face made one understand the fact that life had dissipated.

In the blink of an eye, a day and two nights passed, and Zuo Feng seemed to be tirelessly always kneeling beside Teng Xiaoyun in the same position, his eyes staring blankly, and the two lines of blood under the corners of his eyes proved that he had cried bloody tears.

At this moment, he is like a wood sculpture of clay, as if he has lost the body of his soul, and even his own life seems to be passing away at any time. Zuo Feng's current state is undoubtedly defenseless, if a beast appears at this moment, even the weakest kind can easily kill Zuo Feng.

Strangely, not a single beast was present, and not even a single roar could be heard nearby. This situation seems very strange, but Zuo Feng doesn't care about everything around him at all now. He has gone from sadness and hatred at the beginning, to gradually falling into confusion, and then to being completely empty of his body and mind at this moment, like a walking corpse.

Zuo Feng's stunned state continued until there was a tickle on his arm, and his dull eyes finally turned down slightly, and a tiny beetle came into view.

The beetle was tiny, almost smaller than Torowind's little fingernails, and the little beetle was crawling down the hair of Tofu's arm with difficulty. The tiny hairs seemed like an obstacle to the beetle, but it still struggled to move forward, occasionally stopping on its arm to suck up the dew from the left wind's arm.

In this way, Zuo Feng stared at the little beetle with a dull gaze, and it did not stop completely until it struggled to crawl to the back of Zuo Feng's hand pressed on the ground. At this moment, Zuo Feng's mind was blank staring at the tiny creature, his palm pressed against the grass on the ground, and the weeds were scattered through his fingers at the edge of his palm.

The little beetle seemed to sense that the weeds in front of him were different from the places he had walked before. So it stopped and wandered around on the left wind's arm, sometimes trying to rush into the weeds, sometimes trying to climb back to the left wind's arm, and after a while, the little beetle stopped all its movements.

At this moment, its two thin, invisible front feet were lying on a blade of grass, and its hind feet were propped up on the hand of the left wind. It's as if I'm watching the situation ahead, and I'm trying to give myself courage.

Finally, the little beetle's body moved again, and this time its body no longer hesitated as before, but climbed straight onto the blade of grass in front of it. It is noticeably more difficult to walk through blades of grass, and it will have a lot of effort to climb from one blade of grass to another, and although it has almost fallen to the ground a few times, it still persists in walking on the blades of grass.

But as it climbed from one blade of grass to another, it accidentally fell to the ground. Zuo Feng's eyes finally began to have a hint of focus, and the little beetle finally caught Zuo Feng's attention.

Soon after the little beetle stepped into the meadow, it caught the attention of a slightly larger beetle not far away. The larger beetle had a pair of large pincers on its head, which were almost the size of a small beetle's body.

The little beetle also spotted the larger beetle after it landed, and a fierce battle ensued, and the battle was almost one-sided at first. Although the little beetle tried to resist and attack, it didn't last long before it was cut off by the huge insect pincers. But even so, the little beetle's split body was still kicking and scraping, which was its struggle in the last moments of its life.

Zuo Feng's eyes had been deeply attracted by the battle between these two insects at this moment, which had never happened to him before, and he also questioned himself in his heart.

Why do I not want to leave, because I can't give up Master? I am afraid of death, because I am afraid that I will follow in Master's footsteps. Absolutely not, what I am afraid of is never the fear of death. But what is it if it's not death?' Zuo Feng closed his eyes slightly, and in the next moment, Zuo Feng thought of the little beetle that was hesitant.

His eyes opened suddenly, but he knew the answer to the question. It's the unknown, I don't know where to go in the future, it's the fear of the unknown.

Teng Xiaoyun's death plunged him into extreme sadness, because the loss of emotional control also made his heart confused, and at this time, there was a kind of uncertainty about the future. Especially after listening to everything in the past of Teng Xiaoyun, the mental pressure that could not get rid of fate also exploded at the same time, making him fall into a deep fear of being unable to control the future.

This feeling of fear will make him even more confused, and the confusion will cause the fear in his heart to swell. Invisibly, for the past day and two nights, this vicious circle of negative emotions has been going on in my heart, until the little beetle that was pinched off in front of me appeared.

The little beetle struggled desperately, its body split in half was still tumbling, so to speak, meaningless struggle, and the light green blood was everywhere with the constant struggle. Zuo Feng's heart sighed slightly, and the little beetle's hesitant appearance resurfaced, and it finally firmly chose to take that step bravely, but the result was the result of the dying struggle in front of it.

Zuo Feng, who was about to withdraw his gaze, suddenly narrowed his pupils slightly, because he saw that the green blood splashed in the struggle of the little beetle attracted a small ant-like insect around him.

After discovering the green blood, the ant-like worm quickly began to gather its companions, and in a matter of moments, more than a dozen ant-like bugs gathered. As soon as they arrived, they began to snatch the carcass of the baby beetle, and then fought the beetle with its large pincers.

At this moment, Zuo Feng also understood the meaning of the little beetle's desperate struggle, and it was also at this moment that he remembered the scene of running in the forest, provoking the beasts everywhere to attack the gray man team. At that time, he was like this little beetle, even if he couldn't save the master, he would let this group of gray-clothed people bury him, and even if he died in these two powerful forces, he would never regret it.

The battle of the insects ended quickly, and although the beetle with the giant pincers was a little larger, it could not withstand the constant attacks of so many ant-like insects, and finally died like the little beetle. Watching the corpses of the two beetles being dragged away by the victors, Zuo Feng's heart seemed to rise with a hint of enlightenment, which was different from his comprehension of martial arts, but of nature.

In this world, every life is weak to an existence stronger than him, but no matter how weak it is, it has the belief to struggle to survive, even if it is the fate of inevitable death in the end.

In the face of a dangerous and unpredictable future, even a small beetle will move forward bravely, let alone as a martial artist who cultivates the body. Since you can't survive in the face of a powerful existence, you should try to make yourself stronger.

When one's strength is insufficient, one can use the surrounding environment and various conditions to accomplish the set goals. 'Master said that I have great talent and infinite potential, and he believes that it is possible for me to stand at the top of this continent, so will I not have confidence in myself? At this moment, Zuo Feng seemed to be full of strength, as if he saw himself standing at the peak of the continent, trampling all obstacles under his feet. At this moment, Zuo Feng's state of mind has undergone a huge transformation, and he has always held a belief in working hard to strengthen himself and protecting all his relatives and friends from being harmed.

But just now, his perception of this nature made his mood change by leaps and bounds, and at this time he already had the heart of a strong man. At this moment, he is not only working hard for his family and friends, but also for himself, surviving for survival, and being strong and strong.

Even he himself felt that his heart seemed to be more complete at this time, and in addition to guarding, he also had the determination to reach the top.

Looking at Teng Xiaoyun who was lying there quietly, Zuo Feng kowtowed three times, and he finally understood why Teng Xiaoyun told himself about his past at the last moment, instead of just telling the origin of the mysterious stone pier.

In fact, the master had long seen that Zuo Feng only had the heart of protection for his relatives and friends, but he did not have the ambition that a martial artist should have. This ambition is not the ambition to dominate the world and hold power, but the ambition of a strong man who strengthens his own strong heart and finally makes himself stand at the peak of martial arts.

Zuo Feng really realized the master's good intentions, and he was also confident in himself, able to wake up from his grief and understand the meaning of this last conversation.

A breeze blew, and the long black hair of a skinny teenager fluttered behind his head. The young man looked calmly at the new grave in front of him, which was Teng Xiaoyun's grave.

After listening to Master's speech, I already knew that his original name was Fujigo. And Fuji Wu is not his real name, it can only be a code name in the organization he was in the past, so Zuo Feng still engraved the words "Master Teng Xiaoyun" on a wooden plaque.

Zuo Feng has been sitting here quietly for a day, at this moment the sun is falling in the west, and the sky has turned into a brilliant orange red like a fire, Zuo Feng's eyes are staring at the wooden plaque engraved with the name of Teng Xiaoyun in his hand for a moment.

After the previous understanding, his eyes are no longer sluggish now, and there is only a deep reluctance in his eyes at this time. The reason why he was reluctant to leave and stay for another day was that he felt that he was not by his master's side at all.

And this day is the moment when he is really by the Master's side, and he wants to talk to the Master for the last time. But he had cried hoarse before, and now he couldn't speak at all, so he recited what he wanted to say in his heart.

The last rays of sunlight receded, and night finally came. Zuo Feng slowly stood up, took one last look at the new tomb, and said a few words in his already hoarse voice, the sound was as ugly as metal friction, and he could only vaguely distinguish five words.

"Master, I'm leaving. ”

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