Fang Zixuan, who was fully engaged in his body technique, soon came to the foot of Qingzhu Peak.

Looking at this familiar mountain peak, Fang Zixuan's heart suddenly raced.

After a slight pause, Fang Zixuan rushed to Qingzhu Peak.

Patches of familiar green bamboos quickly retreated beside Fang Zixuan.

Soon, Fang Zixuan came to the mountainside.

Hey, there's no one here?" Fang Zixuan looked strangely at the empty front yard and the bamboo house. Could it be that Master is on the top of the mountain?

If Wang Wenguang was not here, Fang Zixuan would not go up to the top of the mountain to disturb him, but this time it was different, listening to Qu Huayu's words, Fang Zixuan was very worried about Wang Wenguang's situation, so he couldn't care so much.

Soon, Fang Zixuan came to the top of Qingzhu Peak.

From a distance, Fang Zixuan saw a familiar figure standing in the open space at the top of the mountain.

It's just that at this moment, Fang Zixuan's heart felt as if it had been cut by a knife, and there was a tingling pain.

Because although the familiar back that Fang Zixuan saw was still upright, the original black hair on his head had turned snow-white.

How sad must this be to make a martial artist who is in the prime of his life become gray-haired in just sixteen years?

Hearing the footsteps of someone behind him, Wang Wenguang didn't look back: "Qianqian, you're here." ”

Airplanes.

Fang Zixuan suddenly felt dizzy, and at the same time, his eyes were blurred. The master even mistook his footsteps and breath for Ji Qianqian. No wonder Senior Sister Qu said that Master's situation may not be very good, where is this not very good, it is simply so bad that it can't be worse. Wang Wenguang, who is in the realm of artistic conception higher than himself, whose cultivation is also higher than himself, and who is in the prime of life, actually fell into such a fate.

As for why Wang Wenguang became like this, Fang Zixuan also guessed a little, all of this was because he was hunted down and killed by those four people who were in the realm of martial arts, and Qu Huayu, Wang Wenguang and others thought that they really died at the hands of those four people.

At this moment, Fang Zixuan's heart was agitated, it turned out that there was still such a person in this world who would be so sad because of his "death"!

One-step.

Two steps.

Three steps.

......

Fang Zixuan walked towards Wang Wenguang with heavy steps.

"Hey, Qianqian, I said you didn't have to come to see me, I'm fine. By the way, how did the investigation of the mole go?" Wang Wenguang still didn't look back.

It's okay, it's all like this, it's okay?Fang Zixuan only felt that his heart felt as if it had been cut by thousands of sharp knives repeatedly, and then two lines of tears welled up from Fang Zixuan's eyes.

The boy doesn't flick when he has tears, just because he hasn't reached the sad place.

Fang Zixuan stopped when he walked to a place half a zhang away from Wang Wenguang, then knelt down and kowtowed three times.

"Unscrupulous disciple Fang Zixuan, knock on the master. Fang Zixuan's voice trembled and said.

Hearing this, Wang Wenguang's body suddenly trembled.

After a while, Wang Wenguang didn't look back, but asked in a trembling voice: "Really, really, really, is it you, this kid? No, isn't Qianqian looking for someone to fake, fake, pretend?"

Wang Wenguang was afraid that what he would see when he turned around was a fake Fang Zixuan, and the feeling of empty joy was even more uncomfortable at that time.

"It is the unscrupulous disciple Fang Zixuan himself. Fang Zixuan didn't stand up, but he instantly unlocked the Spirit Transformation Technique, and at the same time, he released his Spiritual Qi and Sancheng's Destruction Fist Intent with all his strength.

For a moment, the place around Fang Zixuan was shrouded in a terrifying aura.

People can cheat, but in the early stage of the military general's cultivation, they can exert a thirty percent of the destructive artistic conception, and I am afraid that in this world, except for Fang Zixuan himself, there will be no second person like this.

In the senses of ordinary people, the terrifying aura of destruction is so familiar and cordial. After 16 years, I once again felt this long-lost horror.

Whoosh.

Wang Wenguang turned around in an instant.

Suddenly, the master and apprentice looked at each other.

Sixteen years.

In Fang Zixuan's eyes, Wang Wenguang's face is no different from that of sixteen years ago, and he is also dressed neatly, but his hair has changed from jet black to snow white, and at the same time, the breath on his body gives people a sense of decadence and twilight. It seemed that the person standing in front of Fang Zixuan was not the unfathomable Wang Wenguang who had taught him the Five Holy Techniques and Fist Intent, but an elderly martial artist who was approaching his lifespan.

In Wang Wenguang's eyes, Fang Zixuan's face was no different from that of sixteen years ago, and even his cultivation and fist intent had not improved. However, it is this kind of Fang Zixuan, who has almost no change, that makes Wang Wenguang feel more real. The young man in front of him who was in the early stage of the martial arts with tears and released the intent of the Thirty Percent Destruction Fist was indeed his only disciple, Fang Zixuan himself!

At this moment, Wang Wenguang's eyes couldn't help but blur.

Hahaha.

Suddenly, Wang Wenguang looked up to the sky and laughed wildly.

The sullen breath that had accumulated in Wang Wenguang's heart disappeared with these earth-shattering laughter.

Fang Zixuan looked at Wang Wenguang, who was smiling and crying, and he couldn't help but laugh with tears in his eyes.

At this moment, the relationship between the master and apprentice is more intimate than before, if there was still a trace of distance between the hearts of Fang Zixuan and Wang Wenguang before, then now, the previous bond between the two is zero distance.

Qingzhu Peak mountainside.

A swift pink figure stopped suddenly.

Listening to the familiar laughter on the top of the mountain, Ji Qianqian couldn't help but smile. Qu Huayu is right, Wang Wenguang's apprentice, Fang Zixuan is really back. At this moment, don't bother their master and apprentice.

Thinking of this, Ji Qianqian sat down on the bamboo chair in the front yard, and then waited for the two people on the top of the mountain to come down.

Near Qingzhu Peak.

"Hey, why is there laughter, who is laughing so much?" someone wondered.

"It seems to be coming from above Qingzhu Peak, could this laughter be Elder Wang's?"

"Hearing you say this, I remember, it seems that I haven't seen Elder Wang appear in Qingyun Gate in recent years. ”

"Yes, by the way, I heard Senior Brother Fang say just now that Senior Brother Fang is back, could it be that Elder Wang was overjoyed to see Senior Brother Fang coming back from training?"

"It's not the first time Senior Brother Fang has come back from the mountain experience, and it's not the first time that the master and apprentice have met, so there's no need to laugh so loudly. Besides, I think I've been laughing for a long time. ”

Well, this is Elder Wang's voice, listening to him laughing so happily, then it seems that the person who claimed to be Fang Zixuan before is really Senior Brother Fang. Qu Huayu, who had just arrived at the foot of Qingzhufeng Mountain, Ji Xiyun, Gan Qingqian and Yuan Zihan thought in unison.

"Since we have confirmed that it is really Senior Brother Fang who is back, then let's go back first, it is easy to attract attention by standing here all the time. Qu Huayu said in a low voice.

"Hua Yu is right, Senior Sister Yuan, let's go first, it is estimated that Senior Brother Fang didn't go down the mountain so quickly. They haven't seen each other for sixteen years, so they must have something to say, and the master is already on it. Ji Xiyun said in a low voice.

Yuan Zihan nodded, and then returned to Qingxiu Peak with Qu Huayu and the others.

It's just that Yuan Zihan is so happy now that he can't calm down and cultivate.