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In the blink of an eye, fourteen years have passed, and the original child has now grown into a handsome son.

A tall figure, long black hair, and a handful of bangs on the right side of the face make this young man look sassy and heroic, and a pair of eyes that look very deep and clear faintly reveal a unique atmosphere, as if they can charm all the girls in the world.

As soon as this boy was born in Leng's Villa, he was born with a pair of eyes as red as raging fire, accompanied by a faint red light.

Although the boy later succeeded in mastering the Falling Dust Sutra, he temporarily removed the demonic qi in his body.

Nowadays, the eyes have long since faded from discoloration.

But the old man in the white robe still insisted on naming him "Red Pupil" and using the cold character as his surname.

Since then, the boy has had a "cold red pupil".

In the Ice Hall of the Foggy Mountain, the white-robed old man meditated quietly, but Leng Chitong quietly hid behind him, opened his hands, and cautiously approached the old man slowly.

The white-robed old man frowned, and instantly turned his front to Leng Chitong, opened his eyes coldly, and a semicircular blue and blue light mask suddenly appeared in front of the white-robed old man.

Poor Leng Chitong didn't have time to react at all, and this time, his hands slammed into the blue light mask again.

"Ahh Leng Chitong's hands could be injured a lot, and he screamed again and again.

The white-robed old man didn't speak, just looked at the naughty young man in front of him all day without saying a word.

"Master, I was so careful this time, why was I still discovered by you! However, you're too ruthless! Leng Chitong held his wrist that was still aching miserably, with an aggrieved expression.

"Hitomi! Look at things with your heart! ”

There seemed to be a hint of hatred in the eyes of the white-robed old man, and he continued: "Naughty and mischievous every day, you still want to tease me, haven't you understood the true nature of your heart?" ”

Listening to the words of the white-robed old man, Leng Chitong seemed to have been greatly wronged: "What, Master, are you too strong, okay?" I was caught by you when I got back to the prank, and I was unlucky every time. ”

As he spoke, he rubbed the sore spot of his wrist vigorously, obviously not understanding the meaning of the white-robed old man's words at all.

"Is this considered strong? If I give up this human form, the power will be even greater! The old man said leisurely.

"Have you practiced the Falling Dust Sutra seriously today?" The white-robed old man returned to his previous meditating posture, turned his back to the cold red pupils, closed his eyes, and his tone changed to a serious tone.

"Why haven't you practiced well?" Leng Chitong replied without thinking, and then immediately ran to the front of the white-robed old man.

Leng Chitong put away his old hippie smile and became serious.

In less than two seconds, he successfully separated the Dan Ling from the Dan Zhu in his body, and then let the Dan Ling wander around in his body with his thoughts.

As soon as this Dan Ling wandered to the palm of his hand, he saw that the palm of his hand glowed with a faint golden light, and then, Dan Ling suddenly wandered to his shoulder, and he saw that his shoulder also began to emit a faint golden light.

In just a few minutes, Dan Ling had already traveled all the veins in his body, and everywhere he went, a faint golden light could be seen.

After his continuous practice, Leng Chitong's ability to pass through the dust can be said to have indeed reached the point of perfection.

Although the white-robed old man kept his eyes closed throughout the whole process, he still felt Leng Chitong's skillful use of the Pure Heart Sutra.

He didn't speak for a long time, but a very complicated expression appeared on his face.

Leng Chitong also looked at the white-robed old man blankly, because the white-robed old man's expression was not strange to him at all, and it could even be said that he often saw it, but every time he asked questions, he ended up without any answer.

Gradually, he stopped asking.

"That's right! How's your divine power recovered? Why is it so difficult to recover from this last bad achievement? After a moment of silence, the white-robed old man suddenly spoke again.

"Master, you said a while ago that I was almost recovered, but it was just a little bit worse. Now, I don't know. Leng Chitong replied uncertainly.

"Hey!" After listening to Leng Chitong's words, the white-robed old man suddenly let out a long sigh without warning. Then, he stood up and walked towards the outside of the ice hall.

Seeing this, Leng Chitong also followed closely behind the white-robed old man.

The white-robed old man ignored Leng Chitong, and just walked by himself, thoughtfully.

Suddenly, he stopped, didn't speak, grabbed Leng Chitong, and then threw him into the air with the help of his own broken body.

Leng Chitong didn't know what was going on at all, but he was inexplicably controlled by the white-robed old man and rotated his body rapidly, and he turned faster and faster, faster and faster.

With such a rapid rotation, the cold red pupils in mid-air were only a vague phantom, but this phantom was unusual, with layers of white light inside and out.

These white circles of light are parallel to each other, separated by equal distances, and are as white as snow, and they are all accompanied by a shimmer.

These white circles of light were none other than the veins of all the veins in Leng Chi's body.

The white-robed old man tilted his head, carefully checked Leng Chitong's pulse map, and muttered to himself, "This time, it can finally be regarded as ten percent of the divine power recovered!" There is no variegation in this vein! ”

He was overjoyed, but he suddenly noticed that there was a very small missing corner in an inconspicuous place in the cold red pupil pulse diagram, and he was puzzled in his heart.

I thought about it again and again, but I still didn't know why.

In the end, the white-robed old man retracted the Xuanfeng technique that had been applied to Leng Chitong's body, and the speed of rotation gradually slowed down until it stopped spinning, and then lowered him back to the ground.

Although Leng Chitong had landed safely, his body really couldn't withstand such a rotation speed, he swayed from side to side, unable to stand still, only felt that his eyes were full of stars, and there seemed to be countless white-robed old men floating in front of him.

"Master, why are you so many? Which one is you? Leng Chitong's trembling hands scratched around, but he could only grasp the air.

"Whatever you are wandering around, just stay and don't move, and you can recover in a while!" The white-robed old man also had nothing to do with this sometimes eccentric, sometimes clumsy cold red pupil.

After a while, Leng Chitong finally got rid of the pain of this dizziness, and walked to the white-robed old man with some expectation on his face: "How is it?" Master? Have all the divine power of the Danzhu in my body been restored? ”

The white-robed old man didn't answer immediately, he pondered for a while, and said, "Do you want you to recover or not?" ”

"Master, what are you asking? Of course, I hope to recover, otherwise, why do I practice the Pure Heart Sutra so seriously every day and eat the Blood Fruit regularly! Leng Chitong replied without thinking.

"Oh? Eating the Blood Fruit or wronged you? The white-robed old man didn't know when he started, but the guy in front of him was actually tired of the Blood Fruit.

"When I was a child, I thought the Blood Fruit was very delicious, and I felt that I would never get tired of eating it for the rest of my life, but for so many years, I could only eat this Blood Fruit every day, and I got tired of it early. I eat it now purely to restore my divine power! Leng Chitong said assumedly.

Then, he looked at the white-robed old man with a little dissatisfaction: "Master, you also make me so sad, you have been with me for so many years, and you don't know me so much." ”

"So, you know me well?" The white-robed old man couldn't help but ask a rhetorical question when he heard Leng Chitong complain like this.

Leng Chitong looked at the white-robed old man, his eyes revealed great confidence, and he said firmly: "Master, of course I know you." ”

As he spoke, Leng Chitong quieted down again, and he suddenly remembered the complicated emotions in the eyes of the white-robed old man on weekdays, which couldn't help but make him suddenly feel a little weak about what he had just blurted out, and suddenly lost the full confidence he had just now.

"Could it be that we have lived together inseparably for so many years, but in the end we have not been able to really understand each other?" Leng Chitong suddenly stood alone in a daze.

"However, your divine powers have really been fully restored." The white-robed old man put his hands behind his back and said quietly.

Leng Chitong happened to be in a daze just now, and vaguely heard the words of the white-robed old man, but he didn't really hear it, so he couldn't be sure of what he heard just now, so Leng Chitong quickly wiped his ears, trying to make the white-robed old man speak clearly again.

It's a pity that the white-robed old man has never liked to say repetitive words, so he didn't make any answers, but walked to the junction of the mountains behind the Misty Mountains and the Leng Villa without saying a word.

"Master, why are you here? Didn't you say you could go anywhere in the Foggy Mountains, but you couldn't go here? Leng Chitong, who was following the old man, kept asking.

To say that over the years, the relationship between Leng Chitong and the old man in the white robe is like a master and apprentice, like a father and son, and sometimes it seems to be a pair of good friends.

When the two of them really arrived at the exit of the Foggy Mountain, the white-robed old man stopped and turned his head and asked, "The world, are you going?" ”

When Leng Chitong heard this, his heart suddenly blossomed: "Can you finally go to the world?" Go, go, go! Go! ”

"What if you don't go back?" The white-robed old man said very seriously.

Leng Chitong's heart, which was still extremely happy just now, suddenly hesitated a little: "For...... Why? If you go, you can't come back? ”

"Forget it, I'm confused, since your Falling Dust Sutra has been practiced and your divine power has been restored, that is, the time has come, and I ask you what you are talking about!" The white-robed old man shook his head and said with a wry smile.

Leng Chitong listened to the words of the white-robed old man, and he felt faintly uneasy in his heart.

He habitually looked at a small mound at the top of the mountain, and his eyes showed a little reluctance.

"Hitomi, maybe we'll see each other again. In the future, your road is still very long........" The white-robed old man seemed to see through his nostalgia for the little squirrel that had been dead for many years.

The cold red pupils who were in a daze didn't hear the words of the white-robed old man at all, and after stupidly looking at the small mound on the top of the mountain, he looked around again, looking at the flowers and plants in the Foggy Mountain, as if he wanted to memorize everything here.

"Hitomi, perhaps, one day you will also understand that there is a kind of luck, called fate, there is a choice, out of helplessness......" The white-robed old man's right hand lightly rested on Leng Chitong's left shoulder, and in his eyes, the sadness was even stronger.