On a large bluestone, a middle-aged man is sitting cross-legged.

This bluestone moss is dense, looking at the abnormal moisture, there are faint traces of water erosion on it, as if it has gone through a very vicissitudes of time.

The moss was of all kinds, and even a few of it had spread to the corners of the man who was sitting on the plate.

It's hard to imagine how long this man has been sitting here.

The middle-aged man tilted his head half-tilted, looking like he was napping, but with a slight noise, he slowly opened his eyes.

"You've got flowers on your head. ”

A slightly green male voice said calmly.

The man sitting on the plate did not care, and plucked a wild flower that bloomed in the pile of hair above his head, and wrote lightly:

"It's just a flower, it's not its fault that it's blooming in the wrong place. ”

Then, the man casually put the plucked wildflower on the big bluestone, and the broken rhizome of the flower actually grew rapidly and took root in the stone!

The man's expression remained unchanged, and he gently stroked the petals of the plain white wildflower, and said softly:

"I've been sitting here for a long time, so it's good to have a companion. ”

A yellow chick jumped up on his legs, sat down like a human, and sat comfortably on the man's lap with his two thin claws facing outward.

Then, the chick tilted his head and teased:

"You're here to live at a leisurely pace, and the people outside are looking forward to your coming out. ”

The man smiled, shook his head, and said:

"If you make a mistake, you should be punished, this is an eternal truth. ”

The little yellow chicken said disdainfully:

"Did you make a mistake? What mistake did you make? Is it also a mistake to press the Son of Heaven of the Taili Dynasty to the ground and beat him?"

Broken Thousand Marks smiled helplessly:

"It's my hand, but you look more indignant than I am. ”

This man sitting on the big bluestone is the best friend of the Lotus Sheng Daoist, and he is also her admirer, and the walker has broken a thousand marks!

The little yellow chicken said dissatisfied:

"It's because they're too much! I hurt Liansheng at the beginning, and I dare to make a big deal of nonsense at the Fengyun banquet, I'm afraid that I think the whole world is theirs!"

Hearing this, Broken Thousand Traces said speechlessly:

"The world was theirs. ”

The little yellow chicken was speechless for a moment, and then said:

"I don't care! I don't think they're happy anyway!"

Suddenly, the little yellow chicken looked back at the broken thousand marks, and said suspiciously:

"Brother Broken, why do you seem to be getting more and more relaxed? Won't it be that you have been locked up for a long time and smoothed out the edges and corners?"

Broken Thousand Traces shook his head and smiled slightly:

"Not really, it's just that since the storm is coming, there's no need to rush it. ”

The little yellow chicken lowered his voice:

"You mean, twenty-eight years later"

Broken Thousand Marks suddenly interrupted:

"How's your deal?"

The little yellow chicken was stunned for a moment, and then understood that Broken Thousand Marks didn't want him to talk about 'that incident' twenty-eight years later, so he continued Broken Thousand Marks' words:

"The beast from the barren mountain has been driven back by me, but fortunately it is still a little measured, and it is only walking on the plain where no one is walking, otherwise it will be another fierce battle. ”

Broken Thousand Traces nodded:

"Those guys in the barren mountains should have also felt something, and they became more and more uncalm. ”

The little yellow chicken said disdainfully:

"It's just a bunch of scary cowards with the name of the ancestors, saying that there is a big terror in the barren mountains, and I haven't seen that big terror come out!"

Who knows, Broken Thousand Marks said very seriously:

"Ah Cheng, everything about the barren mountain must not be underestimated!"

The little yellow chicken was stunned:

"What, that barren mountain really has some origins?"

Broken Thousand Traces raised his head and looked into the distance with a deep gaze, as if he could directly cross thousands of rivers and mountains:

"Barren Mountain... That was the existence of the world before the Taili Dynasty... The horror is not something we can easily imagine. ”

The little yellow chicken was silent for a moment, and said tentatively:

"Those rumors... Is it true?"

Noncommittal for a thousand traces:

"Who knows?"

There was a brief silence.

After a while, the little yellow chicken broke the silence:

"I heard that the Taili Dynasty seems to have figured it out and is about to lift the blockade of the saints. ”

Hearing this, Broken Thousand Traces finally sneered:

"They can't stop it! This prosperous world is coming, the heroes are rising together, and countless great powers will touch the holy realm, in order to seize the great creation of this world, can they still stop it?"

The little yellow chicken paused:

"That's... What about you?"

Broken Thousand Marks gently raised the corners of his mouth:

"It's just a kick in the door, and the time has not yet come. ”

The little yellow chicken, who was called Ah Cheng, nodded, and then seemed to suddenly remember something, and hesitated:

"By the way, I went to banish the beasts this time, and I met the young man you mentioned. ”

Broken Qianji's heart moved, and he was surprised:

"Oh, is that Xue Chuan?"

The little yellow chicken thought for a moment:

"I guess... It does have the breath of the Yan Soul Lotus, and the physical body is also very strong, and there are many similar fluctuations with the blue lotus body of the original lotus. ”

Broken Thousand Marks also looks much better:

"What do you think of him?"

The little yellow chicken rolled his eyes, and for some reason looked unpleasant:

"Stupid and incorrigible!"

Broken Thousand Marks grinned:

"That's not bad. ”

The little yellow chicken said speechlessly:

"You're the only one who understands me as 'not bad'..."

Broken Qianji didn't care, but rubbed the little yellow chicken's head and said with a smile:

"Ah Cheng, I have to say, you look actually quite cute. ”

The little yellow chicken raised his head, pecked his broken hand a few times, and protested:

"I look like a chicken, but that doesn't mean I'm a chicken, please take your hand away and give me a little respect, okay?"

Broken Thousand Marks gradually retracted his smile:

"You're still not going to forget her?"

The little yellow chicken was silent for a moment, and then came with a sentence without a head:

"She also said I was cute like that. ”

Broken Thousand Marks sighed and did not speak again.

The little yellow chicken stood up, twisted his cute little head, and then said:

She said, she will remember me for the rest of her life. I think when she returns, I won't change anything, even if everything is wrong. ”

Then, the figure of the little yellow chicken gradually dissipated, and just disappeared in front of the broken thousand marks, leaving only this calm middle-aged man and a wild flower on the big bluestone.

...

When Xue Chuan wasted most of the day's strength and finally lit a fire again, he found that the sky was already slightly bright, and he thought that in another hour or two, it would be early morning.

Xue Chuan scolded in a low voice, threw the firewood in his hand not far away, and muttered:

"Busy work..."

Xue Chuan turned his head to see that Liu Bei was sleeping soundly with a blanket, and he didn't know what he was dreaming about, but he was still holding her sword in his hand.

"Obviously, I don't need to make a fire to keep warm, but I'm still a little unaccustomed to it. ”

Xue Chuan laughed at himself, and he was also a little amused by his nostalgic behavior.

He looked into the distance with some dismay, and although it was late, he did not feel sleepy.

"Donglai..."

He whispered, feeling a little confused about his future for a moment.

From beginning to end, he was just working hard to live, first trying his best to leave the peach, and then cultivating frantically to be able to continue his life, but he never thought about what he wanted.

Donglai's grievances have been resolved, and the people who have bullied him have been found by him to kill him, and the people who have been kind to him have also been rewarded, at this time, he doesn't know where he should go.

It was the continuous kicking of the door during this period of time that made him get some weird fun from it.

Xue Chuan shook his head and laughed:

"Is my interest in life limited to kicking the door? That's kind of embarrassing..."

He fumbled in his arms for a moment, and then he found a messy ink painting and a piece of turquoise metal.

Looking at these two things, Xue Chuan's thoughts couldn't help but go back to a few years ago.

Then, he secretly clenched the things in his hand and laughed softly:

"No matter what you say, we are all people who want to kill the Son of Heaven!"

Then, Xue Chuan raised his neck and laughed again, as if he felt that what he had just said was very funny.

His laughter was undisguised, making Liu Bei on the side almost wake up, but due to the effect of residual alcohol, he only muttered a few words, and then turned over and continued his dream.

"Liansheng, Xingshi, Liu Shengyi, Xia Shou... In my life, I don't just live for myself. ”

"I carry the hope of the people I know, my cause and effect, and I am connected to them from beginning to end. ”

Xue Chuan recalled that he was by the river in Chailu Village, facing thousands of dead souls, and he was just a mortal fetus, but with the help of Liu Shengyi, he summoned the Nai He Bridge and overlived the soul, and only then did he regain his life.

He recalled the gray-robed painter in the small town and the words that seemed to have a deep meaning.

He also can't forget the Liansheng Daoist, who once died with hatred because of the Taili Dynasty.

There is also the Xia Shou, every time he fights with this old man, he never wins.

Xue Chuan seemed to have figured out something, even if he didn't sleep all night, he still felt that his mind was smooth, and his whole person was refreshed, and he couldn't help but stand up and flow his blood wantonly.

The black and white tree species in Xue Chuan's chest also seemed to be stimulated by something, rising and falling in the unreal and reality, and the speed of the black and white air flow was also further accelerated.

With the surge of qi and blood in his body, Xue Chuan also gradually had a vague sense, and then simply completely released the shackles of Qingtian's immortal body, so that the blood and qi in his body made a "boom" sound without hindrance.

The majestic blood qi swam in Xue Chuan's meridians, as if there was a group of soldiers fighting in his body, shouting and killing straight into the sky, and people couldn't help but feel blood gushing when they heard it.

A sense of strength that had never been felt before filled Xue Chuan's whole body, and the relaxation of muscles and bones, and the flow of qi and blood, all showed that he was stronger than before.

"I really didn't expect it... It's only one last step away from stepping into the blood quenching!"

Xue Chuan muttered to himself, and his heart was filled with joy.

As early as when Xia Zhuang was training, Xue Chuan had always controlled the realm to the level of half-step blood quenching, and at Xia Shou's request, only when he lost to his opponent in the Fengyun Banquet could he continue to break through.

However, even if it is a half-step quenching blood, Xue Chuan has a lot of distance from the real blood quenching, but today, because of an epiphany, he directly crossed that bottleneck, and he was only one step away from really stepping into the blood quenching!

Xue Chuan grinned:

"It seems that the grasp of the Fengyun Banquet is a little bigger..."