Refusing Wang Shuai to send him home in a hovering sports car, Pan Shao walked home with slow steps.

In this new era of high-tech and cultivation, Pan Shao feels that many things are incompatible with him, and he doesn't know if it is the influence of the ancient books he has been exposed to since he was a child or he has been slowly changed with Uncle Feng.

Thinking of Uncle Feng Pan Shao's heart, Pan Shao has lived in a nursing home since he was a child, funded by the federal government, and simply took care of those orphans, and he had to come out alone to survive after the age of eighteen.

Pan Shao was lucky that when he was eight years old, a man came to the nursing home to take him away.

"Hehe, little guy, you will be called Pan Shao in the future. You know? The man touched the little guy with the pudding point high, and his slender eyes were full of warmth.

The little guy rubbed his big hand and stroked his head, "Uncle, uncle, I finally have a name." My name is Pan Shao. The little one babbled, and the young voice made the man laugh.

Pan Shao didn't know why Uncle Feng gave him this name, he didn't ask, because it was taken by the most respected Uncle Feng.

As for Uncle Feng, even if Pan Shao has lived with him for nine years, he doesn't know much about it.

Their lives are very simple, just like everyone else, going to school, working, exercising.

It's just that Pan Shao has one more thing besides going to school and exercising. Read a book, read some books specially prepared for him by Uncle Feng.

It was old-colored, dusty books. And the content of the book is also seen in the young Pan Shaoyun.

Fortunately, with Uncle Feng by his side, I watched it with a little understanding.

There are many things that Pan Shao has never heard of today, and even if he logs in to the star network, it is difficult to find out how many related things. He didn't know if it was his low authority, or if it was a problem with Uncle Feng's books.

Pan Shao only knew that since he came into contact with these books, he had gradually changed, and he was different from his peers around him.

When other children are playing fighting games and live games on the Star Network. He's reading. When other peers were thinking about the future, such as whether to go to the Federation to join the army or go to the interstellar world to explore the unknown world, he was still reading books, but at this time he would think about it.

The origin of man? Where do lives end up when they die? Does that kind of immortal Buddha exist in ancient times, and who is stronger than the most powerful cultivator today? What's out of the universe?

As for the cultivation that everyone yearns for in this era, Pan Shao just has a normal mentality.

The school is a bit far from home, after all, in Jiangshi and even in all cities, the school is relatively close to the city center. And Pan Shao and Uncle Feng's house is on the edge of the city, and they belong to the relatively less wealthy people.

Pan Shao didn't think how far it was to walk for an hour, and walked quietly.

Touching the jade pendant attached to his body, his slightly thick brows stretched, which was given by Uncle Feng when he was ten years old. The texture is turbid, resembling a cicada cocoon, without excessive carvings and patterns.

The very ordinary jade pendant is Pan Shao's most precious thing, and he has always worn it close to his body, and even Wang Shuai, who has a close relationship, doesn't know it.

The pale and handsome man sat quietly on the wooden chair, and the dining table a few meters away was steaming, and from time to time there was a burst of fragrance with the wind outside the window.

Uncle Feng, who was still reading at this moment, was unusual, sitting on the chair with his back straight, his eyes were foggy, as if he was thinking about something.

"You know I'm coming?" There was a sudden darkness in the room, and then a low, hoarse voice rang out. At some point, a slender figure stood under the window, as if it had been there all along.

If ordinary people saw such a situation, they would at least scream, but Uncle Feng was extremely indifferent, his eyes gradually returned to clear and bright, looking at the black shadow, "Heh, haven't you been looking for me?" This day should have come a long time ago, and with almost ten years of time, I am not extravagant. ”

The figure was dressed in black, devouring the light, with a black cap blocking the eyes, and the lower half of the face was slightly exposed, with yellow skin. "Daofeng, what are you going to do with that kid?"

"Shadow, we have known each other for decades, and we have never begged you, and now we beg you for the first and last time, let this kid let him go." Speaking of the back, Uncle Feng, who had always looked at ease and had an indifferent tone, fluctuated slightly, with a hint of pleading.

There was silence in the room.

After a long time, the black shadow slowly spoke, "You will be killed from above." ”

"Haha, good brother, bring it." Uncle Feng's eyes flashed and he was relieved.

Good brothers! The word made the black shadow tremble, and after a few seconds of silence, he took out a purple slender vial from his bosom and threw it over.

Smack...

Uncle Feng caught it and didn't look at it, the indifferent expression on his face gradually dissipated, his eyes were blurred, and his expressions of happiness, pain, sadness, and excitement slowly changed on his face.

"The world is dusty, and I sweep Qingqiu Avenue alone. Shadows, if there is a one, you guys... Hey, don't talk about it. Did you bring wine? Before he finished his angry emotion, Uncle Feng suddenly asked, his momentum cold.

Grunt.

With a wave of his hand, he caught the palm-sized wine bottle thrown by the black shadow, opened the lid, and poured a few sips.

"Good wine, worthy of decades of brothers, good brothers, meet again in the next life!" After saying it loudly, Uncle Feng's white palm burst out, crushed the purple vial, and raised his head to swallow the black pill in the bottle.

Uncle Feng slowly lay down on the wooden chair, his breathing stopped in the blink of an eye, and his body gradually became cold.

The black shadow didn't know what to think, his body stopped for a few minutes, and then he stepped forward, took out a precision instrument from his body, and flashed a fine green light in front of him, and swept around Uncle Feng's body. A few hairs were then removed and placed in the card slot inside the instrument.

"Brother, I'm sorry, I don't deserve to be your brother in the next life, but this life is still yours." The black shadow of the hat was removed, revealing an ordinary face with a blank expression, but a slender purple stripe at the corner of the right eye was particularly conspicuous.

"That kid is also the inheritance of the two of us, I hope he can live well." The mumbling man took out a thumb-sized chip and stuffed it into Uncle Feng's stiff palm.

He looked at his brother who had left with a faint smile on his face, turned around and took a step, ghostly out of the window and into the darkness, and disappeared.

The room was calm again, with a faint hint of coldness.

Time always flies by in the dark.

Crunch, the door was pushed open.

"Uncle Feng." Pan Shao called softly.

The young man who took two steps soon saw Uncle Feng lying on the chair. I didn't pay attention at first, but after a few gentle calls and still didn't respond, Pan Shao's indifferent heart gradually rose.

When he stepped forward to shake Uncle Feng's body, he felt a chill surging from his hand, and the uneasiness in his heart gradually expanded. Hurriedly reached out and patted Uncle Feng's handsome face.

It's cold, it's still cold.

Even the breathing stopped.

Pan Shao, who is already seventeen years old, is not a fool and knows what is going on. The young man, whose mind was blank, fell to the ground with a pop, and looked at the man on the wooden chair with a blank look.

"Uncle Feng, are we all going to die in the future?" The young Pan Shao put down the ancient book and raised his head and asked.

Uncle Feng smiled, "I don't know how to live, how do I know how to die?" Impermanence! We don't know where life comes from, and we don't know where we go when we die. Maybe after death is not death, but life. ”

Pan Shao, who seemed to understand or not, shook his head and blinked his eyes, wondering what the world would be like after death?

Pan Shao, who originally thought that life and death were trivial matters, was full of coldness at the moment, everything in the world was something outside the body, only Uncle Feng was a big tree with vines and vines for Pan Shao.

Now that the tree is falling, have the branches and vines withered?

Pan Shao didn't know that his spirit was gradually declining, and his mind was blurred.

There is no greater mourning than death.

The young boy has lived with Uncle Feng since he was sensible, and everything is simple and there is no other interest. This kind of talk makes Uncle Feng's position more and more important in Pan Shao's heart.

The human mind is mysterious, and even if technology is developed today, it does not dare to detect it. Otherwise, if you move, you will die, or at least you will be half dead.

The contemporary era of the prevalence of cultivation is even more mythologic in the mind. It is said that there is a deity living in everyone's mind.

Cultivating the rock is based on stimulating the first fetus in the mind, so as to absorb the cosmic vitality and reach the point of opening mountains and cracking stones, and volleying into emptiness.

People have spirit, just like a candle flame, wax oil, wick fire. All three are indispensable in order to shine.

Pan Shao's spirit at this moment gradually dissipated, and without the consciousness of survival, the qi in his body dispersed even more quickly.

Gradually, the fire burned, and the last trace of wax oil remained, which was about to be extinguished. Suddenly, Pan Shao's whole body trembled, and a trace of gray light invisible to the naked eye flashed out of the body like a spirit snake out of his body from the jade pendant attached to his body, shooting towards his heavenly spirit cover.

The endless dark void, the faint faint light flickering like a candle in the wind, seemed to be annihilated at any moment. At this moment, a dim light shot out of the void that devoured the darkness, and even the infinite darkness could not hide its conspicuous cold and indifferent aura.

The dim light revolves around the faint halo, and with each revolution, the halo increases and brightens with the naked eye.

And so it kept spinning around the halo.

The halo is getting brighter and bigger, almost close to Pan Shao's height of one meter and seventy-five.

The dim light finally stopped spinning, and the slender body of the spirit snake shook slightly, separating a trace of undetectable light into the halo, and disappeared in a flash.

The undetectable light melted into the halo, and suddenly the mutation abruptly appeared.

The halo shook violently, as if it had encountered a natural enemy, and it was very afraid of the thin invisible light. But I can't help it. In this way, it was wantonly ravaged and transformed.

Unconsciously, the halo of human height is sometimes large and sometimes small, and the light is becoming more and more gentle. The shape has also changed from the spiky firelight to a somewhat human-like shape.

The last crystal model the size of Pan Shao stood in the endless dark void, resembling a human body, and although its appearance was vague, it was still visible and quite similar to Pan Shao.

Stepping on the air with both feet, the hands are casually clenched into fists, and what is even more bizarre is that the crystal body faintly appears with eight mysterious slender textures.

The momentum is cold and mysterious.