He sat on the cliff for days on end and watched the sunrise and sunset.

Among them, Lan Yue sent it a few times, and whenever she saw Chu Tian's depressed appearance, she walked away with tears in her eyes.

After a few more months, Lan Yue did not appear, but Ah San, who was a handyman, silently sent a little wine and food.

"I don't know how Ziyun is now?" he wanted to go to Ziyun but didn't dare to see her, he thought of Wen Yao and Ai Ruowei again, and thought of Teacher Li Ling and a few other women around him.

"Brother Lan, there is no way for my brother to save you!" he sighed.

One evening.

"Ahhhhh......h

The crow stood on a tree with a crooked neck and groaned.

Chu Tian approached the edge of the cliff and sat on a rock, his feet sticking out of the bottomless cliff, swaying back and forth.

After pouring a sip of the liquor and causing a violent cough, watching the morning fog gradually dissipate, he remembered the tanka line:

"When you sing about wine, what is life? For example, the morning dew, the days are bitter...... Hey, tomorrow will be the one-year deadline, and you may not be able to see the sun tomorrow. ”

"Let's go back and say hello to the fat old man and the long-legged senior sister, and ask Ziyun about the situation by the way......" he thought.

When I returned to the miscellaneous office, I saw the fat old man sitting on a chair counting his beard, but he didn't see Lan Yue.

"Old man, where is the senior sister?"

The fat old man stared at Chu Tian for a while, took a deep breath and said, "She went home." ”

Chu Tian's heart sank, his heart was empty, as if he had lost something in his heart.

He really has nothing to do with Lan Yue, and he has no half-leg relationship, but it feels strange to hear her say goodbye.

Maybe it's because I don't have a long life and I deliberately avoid it.

It's no wonder that anyone else, who would have a deep relationship with someone who is about to die, and who would not fall in love with themselves.

The world is hot and cold, people are often like this, he doesn't blame Lan Yue, she is just a passerby in life. From now on, Lan Yue will go to the left, Xiao Chen will go to the right, and the distance between the two will get bigger and bigger.

"Is there any news of Ziyun?" Chu Tian asked again.

"No, it is said that not long after she entered the Heavenly Dao Sect, an unfathomable powerhouse came to her, and there has been no news since then......" The fat old man raised his neck and drank a pot of wine in one go.

"Oh, thank you!"

Chu Tian respectfully saluted the fat old man, sighed lightly in his heart, and walked towards the cliff again.

Looking at Chu Tian's thin back, the fat old man also sighed helplessly, and there was a trace of tears in his old eyes.

When they came to the cliff, the crow that always stood on the tree with a crooked neck and cried was also gone.

"Alas, born alone. He lamented that he was alone and only went to death, and there was no one to send.

"Let's leave!" After sitting for a while, he stood up and glared fiercely in the direction of a peak of the Heavenly Dao Sect, "If I can come back alive, I will let you repay it tenfold and hundredfold!"

"Quietly I go, just as I came quietly, I waved my sleeves and did not take away a cloud......" he casually recited a few lines of poetry.

The fat old man sat in the miscellaneous servant and drank alcohol, and when he heard Xiao Chen's voice, he sighed in his heart: "Young man, it's easy to go all the way!"

Chu Tian looked at the sky, and he knew that when it was dark, it was when he died.

With only an hour to live, what to do, and what can you do?

Ximen Ba is not dead yet, he has not rescued his mother, and Ziyun doesn't know what to do...... Is this the end of it?

His heart was dripping blood, hesitating, and more helpless! He was not afraid of death, but it was a great sorrow to let himself wait for death.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

Chu Tian poured a few more sips of wine, and the stimulation of the alcohol caused a heart-rending cough.

He sat down and stood up again, the bloody remnant sun gradually set in the west, pulling his shadow to the elder, he took one last look at the setting sun, sighed deeply, slowly closed his eyes, raised his foot, and stepped out of the bottomless abyss......

"It's over!"

A feeling of weightlessness came, ten meters, twenty meters, thirty ......

He was in free fall, he heard the whirring wind in his ears, and before he died, he inexplicably remembered a few people.

"Goodbye Wenyao! Goodbye little sister! Goodbye Ziyun, I'm sorry mother...... But I'm so unwilling!"

"Hey, we're not married yet, and you're leaving me so soon?" suddenly a familiar voice came to my head.

"Ziyun, are you dead too?" Chu Tian was shocked.

"Have you forgotten that we live and die together? Not long after I entered the Heavenly Dao Sect, I was forced by a powerful beast, and in desperation, my body hid in a coffin and couldn't get out. I'm out of body now, I don't have much time, I'll help you force out the poison first, and send you out, and then you'll come to save me when you're strong......"

Without waiting for Chu Tian to react, he spit out a mouthful of black blood with a pain in his heart, and then instantly fell unconscious.

I don't know how long it took, but Chu Tian woke up and found himself lying under a cliff in the "Kiarén Mountains".

"Damn! It turned out to be a dream!"

He glanced around, the scene was still the same, not even the clothes and mobile phones on his body were not missing.

The consciousness sank, where was the god-killing knife and the yin-yang fish diagram? There was only one set of god-killing knife techniques left in my mind.

He stared into the distance and saw mosquitoes flying in slow motion a hundred feet away, and his yin and yang eyes increased several times.

He clenched his fist again, as if he could pinch the air, and kicked his leg again, which seemed to have the explosive power of a leopard.

He felt that his physical fitness had improved several times, as if he had become an Iron Man, and what was even stranger was that it seemed that everything he learned in his dreams was true.

"The end of the world!" he snorted, and his body instantly dodged a few feet, just like in his dream.

"Incognito!"

He made a handprint, and his upper body immediately disappeared, revealing only a pair of feet.

He smiled, broke another dead branch as a scimitar, and suddenly slashed out, shouting in his heart: "Drive the wolf!"

The branches swayed slightly, implying several variations, except for the difference in weight, and the speed of the moves was exactly the same as in the dream.

Try everything you've learned one by one, and it's all true.

"Hahahaha......" He laughed wildly for a while, slowly closing his eyes, and the characters in his dream came to mind clearly.

"Is this a dream, or is it real?" he rubbed his temples.

If it's a dream, it's impossible for you to improve your strength so much, but if it's real, it seems to be similar to the time travel in the novel, which is not scientific!

He couldn't figure it out, and what made him even more speechless was that the date display on his phone had only been a few days later.

"One day in reality, one year in dreams?" he remembers spending years in an ancient place.

"Haha...... This is the perfect place to cheat!" He thought beautifully, "It would be nice if I could go in at any time, and after a hundred years of cultivation, who would be the opponent?"

So he looked for the entrance everywhere, preparing to enter it again and cultivate for a hundred years before coming out, but unfortunately, it was like looking for the peach blossom source, and he couldn't find his way.

"How effective is it to try the mad cow spitting method?"

In the dream, this is a technique to quickly increase strength and improve physical fitness.

This exercise was not learned in a dream, it was taught to him by the old beggar when he was a child, but the effect was not as good as one percent of the dream.

He knotted his handprints, took a deep breath, and slowly squirted out.

"Baa ......"

The Adam's apple moved slightly, and a small sound of a calf sounded, so small that only he could hear it.

"Holy!" he scolded.

Because the feeling effect is not as good as one percent of the dream, but it is several times stronger than before the dream.

"Simon Ba, if I dream again, I will cut off your head and make a pot for the night......," he said through gritted teeth.