In the bleak little yard.

Chang Hao stared at the girl and took all the things in his storage bag to replenish the yuan and blood benefits, like staring at the parents of the child taking medicine.

When the girl took the last blood-benefiting herb in her mouth.

There was a moment of silence.

Long.

Chang Hao turned his back to the girl and broke the silence with his words.

His tone was a little low, and he said, "Twenty years." ”

The girl was slightly startled and looked up in confusion.

Chang Hao said: "The old monster of the Phantom God Sect will succeed in transforming into a god in twenty years at the latest, and at that time, the Phantom God Sect will become the first gate of Ludi, and there is a Phantom God Sect guarded by a god, I am afraid it will take hundreds of years to avenge the family feud of the master." ”

The girl seemed to understand what to write, and was silent in her voice.

Chang Hao turned his back to her and said silently: "I'm leaving, seize the time of these twenty years, seize the time when the old monster has not been able to achieve the god, and step into the Yuanying realm as soon as possible, if you are lucky, you can take advantage of the time of the old monster catastrophe to ......"

After saying this, he had already walked slowly to the door.

The last sentence came: "Wait, after I slaughter the Illusory God Sect, avenge you and my family, and my master, there may be a day of goodbye." ”

When the words "Goodbye Day" fell, his person had already turned into a white rainbow and disappeared into the sky.

The girl took a few steps forward in the courtyard, and finally stopped, and stood where she was, her face calm, not knowing what she was thinking.

……

A few days passed.

Wang Lin came back to the wood carving shop.

These days, he has benefited a lot from following the lark to the Four Sects Alliance to understand the artistic conception of other god-transforming monks.

And on the day he came back, he subconsciously swept out of the hexagram booth of the divine sense observation physiognomy.

Saw.

The girl in red was standing in front of the hexagram stall and gave a salute, as if asking another hexagram.

Immediately, Wang Lin heard the girl ask the physiognomy with a little tiredness.

"Sir, can you ......?"

Xiangshi said calmly: "Everything is fate. ”

The girl frowned slightly, she couldn't understand this sentence.

But she didn't think much of it, just bowed again, and withdrew.

Looking at the back of the girl walking away.

After a while, Xiangshi's front was replaced by another familiar figure.

It's Wang Lin.

Wang Lin had a beard and frosty white temples, like a lonely middle-aged man, he stared at the master for a long time and asked, "I don't understand." ”

Xiangshi smiled to himself and said, "I don't understand everything. ”

Wang Lin asked: "How to distinguish between dream and reality, real and false?" ”

The dream of the master has deviated from reality.

The point of deviation is here with the girl in red.

If the reality is not the same as the fate in the dream, then what is the so-called fate?

The phase master shook his head, as if to say that what Wang Lin said was not right, he looked at the other party deeply, and then drew a circle on the hexagram stall.

"That's fate."

Wang Lin looked at this circle, and his body shook suddenly, as if he had realized something.

A circle.

"Whoever can break through this circle will be able to control his destiny."

Xiangshi said with a smile.

"Who the hell are you?" Wang Lin took a deep breath and asked.

At this moment, he was finally very sure that the person in front of him had a mysterious origin, a great cultivation, and an extremely terrifying existence.

Xiangshi muttered: "I said, I don't understand everything, it's just that through the fog over the years, I have understood some truths, and after realizing this, I remembered some things, but not all of them." ”

After that, he looked at Wang Lin and said lightly: "I don't know that I am a guest in my dream, but when I know, I will wake up from the dream, and everything will be understood and proven." ”

Wang Lin's eyes tightened, although he didn't understand what the phase master said, but the instinct in his heart made him feel that this was a dream related to heaven and earth.

Dream.

His dream was not just the life of Chang Hao, a monk in the Yudan period.

"I want to thank you." Xiangshi said to Wang Lin.

Wang Lin looked at the phase master and asked silently, "Why thank me?" ”

Xiangshi smiled, pointed to the circle on the table, and said, "Because this circle was told to me by you." ”

"Me?"

Wang Lin was suddenly even more confused, and then he was confused.

"I told you?"

Xiangshi shook his head and said, "It's not you now." ”

Wang Lin immediately thought of the answer, and then stared at the phase master tightly: "Is it the future me?" ”

Xiangshi nodded and said, "Yes, but when will you be in the future?" ”

His tone was also a little confused, as if he couldn't remember, or maybe he didn't know at all.

I only remember that this circle was told to him by Wang Lin, but when did he get inspiration from Wang Lin and realize that fate is a circle, and he himself doesn't know.

"Farewell."

Wang Lin took a deep breath, then turned to leave.

At this time, he no longer wanted to have the slightest contact with the phase master.

This vast ancient circle, like an abyss, can devour everything, and it is not at all something that a monk who has just prepared to transform into a god can tempt, all he can do is to stay away.

watched Wang Lin leave.

Xiangshi stood on the bustling street.

The people around him walked by, but in the eyes of the Xiangshi, there was nothing at all, as if he was the only one in the vast world.

He said to himself in his heart: "Fate is a line, whether it is a dream or reality, it is a simple line, and whoever can connect the two lines completely and turn them into a circle will become a complete destiny, and whoever is the one who created all the destiny." ”

"Fate comes out of the hand that strings this circle."

"It's just that they are true and false, and what is the difference between true and false?"

Xiangshi fell into a confused self-question.

In the dream, he didn't know that he was a guest, he was only half awake, and all the answers had to wait until he was fully awake.

And it's not far from that time.

Fifteen years later, when Chang Hao is eighty years old, is also the end of this story.

Fifteen years.

For cultivators, in a hurry, a retreat for an ordinary monk in the Dan stage is often counted in tens or hundreds of years.

One day in the mountains, a hundred years in the world.

But for ordinary mortals.

Fifteen years really represents too much.

If a mortal can live to seventy, he will already have a long life.

Fifteen years, one-fifth of a mortal's life.

Especially for the elderly, the last fifteen years of their lives passed extremely quickly.

It's another year of heavy snowfall.

On this day, Da Niu's father, an old man in his sixties, could not escape the birth, old age, sickness and death of mortals, left the blacksmith shop, and finished this life.

Wang Lin looked at the blacksmith shop opposite in a daze, and he couldn't help but think of the hearty man twenty years ago, the middle-aged man who brought him fruit wine from time to time.

Twenty years have passed.

It turned out that he was old.

This year, he was in his sixties, and he died.

This is the birth, old age, sickness and death of mortals.

Wang Lin walked to the blacksmith shop, which had been open for decades, and tonight night, there was a lot of silence and mourning.

Da Niu's mother came out to talk to Wang Lin in tears, and this young woman was now full of white hair.

Da Niu took his wife and children and invited Wang Lin in.

This year, Wang Lin was also full of long gray hair, and when the big bull saw this, his eyes were red again, and he cried out: "Uncle Wang." ”

It is always said that when a man really grows up, it is when his father dies.

Parents are here, no matter how old they are, they are still children, because there are always parents in front of them, blocking the wall for them.

Now, when the man who stood in their way has left.

There was nothing in front of the bull, and there was no one to stand for him from death.

He finally became a mature man.

Now, he sees that Uncle Wang, who has been close to him since he was a child, is also full of gorgeous hair, and sooner or later he will leave him like his father did today.

Thinking of this, Da Niu couldn't help but feel sad.

Wang Lin sighed, patted Da Niu's shoulder, and then touched Da Niu's hair like stroking the big cow back then.

In the past 20 years, he doesn't know how many times he has eaten in this family, how many times he has drunk, and watched Da Niu grow from a half-old child to adulthood, marry a wife and have children.

The child who watched him carve wood is now a full-fledged blacksmith with a hammer in his hand.

In turn, it was his children who came to see him carving wood carvings.

Wang Lin put incense on Da Niu's father.

The heart sighs.

It's like a reincarnation.

He had a kind of realization in his heart, and this realization became deeper and deeper, and at this moment, the color in his eyes was completely different, and he looked at this mournful mourning hall, and then looked at this heavy snow.

A person's life is like this snow.

After a lifetime, it is not completely dispersed, but buried deep in the soil, and when the sky is clear, the air rises in the sky, and the next winter, it is another snow.

Spring, summer, autumn and winter, a cycle.

Birth, old age, sickness and death are also a cycle.

Under this power, Da Niu's father went from the prime of life to the twilight of his life, and finally passed away.

Under this power, Da Niu himself grew from a child to an adult, taking over his father's blacksmith shop.

The son of the big cow was born under this power, and he will repeat the life of his father and grandfather in the future.

This is the cycle of birth, old age, sickness and death of mortals.

Suddenly, Wang Lin's primordial spirit rose from his body and rose into the sky, tracing this power, he felt this power, in the infinite height above the distance.

His primordial spirit has even detached from this planet.

In another street.

The phase master witnessed Wang Lin's primordial spirit rising little by little, rising into the starry sky.

His gaze even saw that he had been hidden in the starry sky for a long time, waiting for Wang Lin for a long time to be his lifelong enemy.

Fortune of the day.

"Wang Lin's path to mortality is coming to an end." The phase master turned his head and looked in an infinitely distant direction.

"His eighty years old have arrived, and it is time for me to wake up from my dreams."

That direction.

A sect has turned into a bloody ground today.

There were three thousand nine hundred and twelve.

Since the ancestor who was about to turn into a god was assassinated by a man with fierce murderous intent.

The entire Illusory God Sect ushered in the most terrifying catastrophe in history.

It was a deadly massacre.

The other party doesn't want to die, and neither does the Illusory God Sect.

A mountain of corpses and a sea of blood!

The whole mountain was dyed red.

On this day, in the Illusory God Sect, there was no living thing left.

Under the gaze of the phase master, a human figure with a staggering figure and a blood-stained face like a demon was flashing the last bit of light in his eyes, heading towards the city.

He wants to give the girl an explanation.

Revenge, revenge.