There is a kind of goodbye, for the sake of goodbye.

There is a kind of departure, for the sake of reunion.

There is a kind of loneliness, for the sake of companions.

This time I followed Xu Fo's cultivation, I only told the gentleman to kill the gentleman, in fact, he had already been mentally prepared, but he didn't expect this day to come so quickly.

When I walked out of the courtyard gate with my handbag and guitar case on my back, I didn't expect that this farewell would come back after a long, long time.

Xu Fo stood on the edge of the gate of the courtyard, bowing his head, obviously an old guy born in ancient times, but with a young face that everyone loved, the moment I walked out of the door, Xu Fo said softly: "Are you all brought?" ”

I nodded, and felt in my jacket pocket, and there was a picture in it, a photo of us as a group of people.

The slayer sat on the roof, looked at me, the breeze blew across his sad face, and whispered, "Then, we will meet again in three years, and I am looking forward to three years when you will grow into a great hero." ”

I looked at Xu Buddha and asked, "So where are we going?" ”

Xu Fo stood up straight and said indifferently: "Go pick up a few people, in the future, they will all be your instructors, and I will make it clear to you in advance." You agreed to accept my training, then in three years, you may die anytime and anywhere, you have no way back, either become a strong person who can defeat the Tongtian Sect Master, or die. ”

I nodded, and glanced back at the courtyard, the wind blowing through my white shirt and my black hair, this time, it was my own choice, I had to be reborn once again as a being who could defeat the saints.

In a small theater in France, the facilities are very simple, but the audience is full and popular. Because there is an old magician here who is very personable and has good skills.

No one has ever changed his magic tricks, his creativity is like a dream, every magic trick is different, and he is very famous in Marseille, France, and it is hard to get a ticket.

My first stop with Xu Buddha was this small theater, and along the way, I also found my way out, no matter what question Xu Buddha asked, he would not answer, just let me follow him and let me act according to his will.

In the small theater, after we sat down, Xu Fo said to me indifferently: "Watch the performance well, but before the performance starts, I remind you, don't die in this small theater." And your Xuanyuan Divine Sword, from now on, it will be kept by me, and you can't use it. ”

As soon as Xu Fo grasped my Xuanyuan Divine Sword, the Divine Sword shook violently, as if he wanted to resist, Xu Fo snorted coldly, his index finger pointed at the sword, and the entire Xuanyuan Divine Sword suddenly fell silent.

"It doesn't matter what kind of sword you are, in front of me, the flying dragon has to be coiled, and the tiger has to be nested!"

Xu Fo said this domineering, because he is this temper.

I'm very strange, what is the danger of watching a performance, and I am still sitting in the middle row, surrounded by ordinary audiences, I am not bragging, there are really not many people who can kill me now, even if I don't have the Xuanyuan Divine Sword in my hand, my heaven-making power, the origin of the Dao, and the ghost pattern are not vegetarians.

Before watching the performance, I thought that Xu Buddha had flattened me, but soon, I changed my mind. I deeply understand a truth, there is a sky outside the sky, there are people outside the world, and the people who can join Xu Fo's team against the sky and fight side by side with Xu Buddha are definitely super strong, and these super strong people just disdained to appear in front of me in the past.

The show began, and soon the old magician came out, personable, although the introduction said that he was 55 years old, but at first glance it seemed that he was only about 40 years old, and his body shape was maintained very well, and he was estimated to be one meter nine, his name was: Rochette, a Parisian, he liked magic shows since he was a child, although he was not as famous as the top magic stars we saw on TV, but he was quite famous in France, and he was relatively low-key. However, it is said that when he was young, he also disappeared for a time because of his poor skills and poor talent for magic, but when he reappeared, although he only performed in this small theater, the magic of the performance was very fantastical, so his popularity increased and became more and more popular.

Although Xu Fo didn't tell me if the person I was looking for was this old magician, I also had a lot, such a peculiar experience, gimmick, or really, it is estimated that this old magician is a person in Xu Fo's team against the sky.

The performance officially began, the whole theater darkened, I opened my eyes, this is a habitual action, because as soon as I enter the darkness, I will reflexively nervous, in my eyes, there is nothing, the people around are very quiet, suddenly, the stage lit up two flames, this flame seems to be suspended in the air, very abrupt, but not unusual, because I clearly see that behind these two flames there are people supported by black iron rods, spinning in the air.

I didn't let my guard down, at this moment, the flames on the stage exploded violently, all the audience were shocked, I was also made by this sudden explosion in my heart, but at this moment, my heart and eyes keenly caught a trace of cold, it appeared on the left side of the theater, and then in my heart, I clearly saw a blood splattered out, and a person was killed! An audience member was killed, just now, when everyone's attention was on the stage, but in this darkness, only my mind saw the killing.

I immediately stood up from my chair, and at the same time the lights of the whole theater were turned on, and everyone looked at me strangely, and I stood abruptly in front of everyone, and the people around me were talking about it, and they were already showing displeasure to me.

My eyes looked at the seats opposite, however, strange things happened, no one died, all the spectators in the seats were intact, my eyes looked carefully at everyone's neck, the cold light just now clearly separated the arteries in the neck, and a large amount of blood splattered out.

However, everyone's neck part was intact, without a trace of wounds, Xu Fo said coldly: "Let's sit down, the audience in the back has an opinion." ”

I could only sit back in my seat, at this time the old magician appeared on the stage wearing a white mask, as soon as he stretched out his hand, the shattered flames on the ground floated up one after another, suspended in the air, and then he waved his hand, and all the flames rushed out, dozens of broken flames danced in the air, shuttling back and forth, making irregular movements, which could not be controlled by things like wire, and I clearly felt the aura attached to these flames.

Sure enough, this guy is a supernatural person, but what happened to the murder just now? Is my mind looking at it wrong? I wondered if it was possible that the people who had been killed had been dragged away in a short period of time, and I wasn't familiar with the audience around me, and I didn't remember all their faces when I entered the venue, so it seemed that this was the only possibility.

Just when I was thinking wildly, suddenly a large flame fell on the body of a male audience, the male audience's coat, hat, and whole body were instantly ignited by the flames, and the surrounding audience was all startled and scattered outward, just in front of everyone's eyes, the old magician on the object snapped his fingers lightly, and the flames suddenly closed and changed back to the appearance of flames, while the male audience did not even burn a single hair.

Everyone laughed out loud, and the male audience didn't know if it was a nursery, with a happy expression on his face for the rest of his life.

The flames then fell on several people, and the same situation happened several times, and the audience thought it was funny, however, at this time, a flame floated above my head and quickly fell, setting my clothes on fire.

I saw my clothes on fire, the heat burning my skin, it wasn't magic, it was real! The old magician was about to burn me, my eyes widened, and the heaven-making power in my body turned on, violently neutralizing the flames, but when I looked at the clothes on my body, they were not burned at all, and even the handles of the seats were cold.

The heat is gone, the flames are gone, I don't have anything to do, how can this be?

I was wondering when the lights in the theater dimmed for the second time......

This time, after the lights dimmed, I saw more than a dozen great swords floating on the stage, the kind of broad-faced swords used by European medieval knights, suspended in the air, and the voice of the old magician sounded for the first time in the venue, speaking in French, I couldn't understand it, but the voice was very good.

Then I saw a white mist drifting out of the theater around me, first on the ground, and then enveloping us. These white fogs are generally produced by magicians' props, in order to render the atmosphere of magic, but I feel strange in my heart, as if I am not used to the feeling of being wrapped, and the voices of the people around me are getting softer and softer, as if they are far away from me. I began to panic a little.

turned his head, but he couldn't see the people around him clearly, and finally he just heard Xu Buddha's voice in his ears.

"Don't die, boy."

The sound disappeared, and I waved violently to dispel the white fog in front of me, but instead of the small theater or the stage of the old magician, I saw a cemetery, a terrible and eerie desolate cemetery......