readx;? Chapter 57: When I Leave Alone

Where will Feng Rui be?

He came back from the dead, and every time he thought about it, it was like a dream, and he didn't know why. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info Zhi Yan's shadow comes to his mind from time to time, and the farther he goes, the clearer his thoughts become. Reliving the experience of the rivers and lakes, but in vain, there was a voice in my heart that kept shouting: "Come back!"

Where to go back?

Naturally, it is a pleasant valley, where there are traces of his and Zhiyan's existence, and there are too many memories. In these warm and sweet memories, the picture of parting is always indelible, so clear, after many years, it is like in front of you.

Since leaving Shajiazhuang that day, Feng Rui has made up his mind, the world is big, and only Yiren Valley is his final destination, so he set off for Yiren Valley. However, what should I do if I see Yi Xiaofeng again? Let's go back quietly, and don't let them find out, as if all this never happened.

He just wants to be alone and quietly accompany Zhiyan, accompany her lonely grave, and live forever in the sweet and bitter past of the two.

It's just that these past events are a legend in the eyes of Jianghu people.

He didn't want to create a legend, so what is a legend?

Love to the depths is a legend.

On this day, Feng Rui was walking, and suddenly saw a huge shadow reflected on a dirt slope not far ahead. He was curious, flew up to the dirt slope, and looked into the distance, but saw a towering mountain standing a few miles away, and the mountains were filled with clouds and mist, like a fairyland.

"It would be nice if Zhiyan was here, she loves to play in the mountains and rivers the most, alas!" At this time, Feng Rui had no intention of enjoying the scenery on the mountain, and was about to turn around and leave, when he suddenly heard a vigorous voice floating from the top of the mountain.

This voice is so strange, someone actually used "sound transmission into the secret"** directly into Feng Rui's ear drum, and others would never hear it. That alone is not surprising enough.

This voice still sounds a little familiar, but I can't think of which acquaintance it will be, but this voice Feng Rui has definitely heard it, but he can't remember it for a while, and after thinking about it, it seems that he has heard it more than once in his previous life.

Moreover, the top of the mountain is several miles away from here, and even if the sound is transmitted into the secret, it shows that the person's internal strength is extremely extraordinary.

"What master in the world has this ability?" Feng Rui pondered for a moment, he really couldn't think of it, and he couldn't do it himself.

That's the weirdness of the sound.

Feng Rui is known as the "magic knife" by the people of the rivers and lakes, a well-deserved martial arts giant, invincible all over the world, and the heroes are tied. Who else can do what he can't?

Although the voice was vigorous, the tone was very flat, repeatedly calling a person's name-Feng Rui.

In this way, Feng Rui had to be surprised.

Since this person knows Feng Rui, then he must be the person Feng Rui knows, but he racked his brains but couldn't think of the origin of this person. However, Feng Rui can conclude that this person is a friend and foe.

Although Feng Rui has no mood to enjoy the scenery, he suddenly encountered such a strange thing, how can he not explore it?

He was sure of it, and immediately launched the supreme light skill of stepping on the snow without a trace, and flew away. Looking from afar, I saw a figure galloping up the mountain path like a light smoke, and in the blink of an eye it crossed the mountainside, immersed in the diffuse clouds and mist, looming, straight as if it was against the wind, and the top of the mountain was not far away.

In a short time, Feng Rui reached the top of the mountain.

As far as the eye can see, the top of the mountain is a large flat land, not a single inch of grass grows, although it is also rocky in all directions, but it is barren in the eyes.

A dozen paces away stood a dilapidated old temple, the walls of which were already mottled and the eaves covered with cobwebs. The mountain wind blows, the barren mountaintop, a lonely old temple, under the blue sky and white clouds, it is indescribably desolate.

The temple door was wide open, as if waiting for something. Looking in from the temple gate, there is the main hall, empty and lonely.

In fact, this old temple is not empty. As soon as Feng Rui stepped into the main hall, he saw a person.

Obviously, this person is in this old temple, and he wants to be the owner of this old temple. However, this person was wearing a loose robe, with a pair of black thin-soled fast boots under his feet, neither a robe, nor a rosary around his neck, and he was dressed as a free-spirited Jianghu man, but he was the master of this room.

As soon as this man saw Feng Rui come in, his face was overjoyed, and his expression was even more excited, and he walked a few steps, knelt down, and kowtowed: "Wang, I finally see you!"

Feng Rui was shocked by his move, instinctively moved a few steps away, and said, "Who are you?"

The man raised his head and said, "King, I am the temple here to wish the dust Zen." When he said this, the look on his face was strange, a little self-deprecating.

Why did he have this expression?

Feng Rui frowned and said, "You...... What did you just call me?"

Chenchan stood up, stared at Feng Rui, and suddenly his eyes were full of tears, and his voice was a little choked: "Wang, I am so ignorant, I have forgotten, you don't know me anymore!"

Feng Rui was even more surprised when he heard these brainless words: "You...... Who the hell are you? I ...... I don't know you, but I feel like I've seen you somewhere, and it's very familiar. I...... Do we know each other?"

Chenzen suddenly laughed, silently, bitterly: "I am your friend and your subordinate, I ...... I'm Elder Chenzen!"

"Elder?" Feng Rui's brows furrowed even tighter, his face stunned and confused. "Elder, I'...... I really don't know you, you should be the wrong person. ”

Obviously, Chenzen knew that Feng Rui didn't know him, he wasn't annoyed, and he didn't distinguish, so he suddenly turned around and pointed to the statue a few steps away, and the corners of his mouth trembled, "Come and see, do you still know him?"

Feng Rui raised his eyes to look, but it was like being shocked by thunder and lightning, and for a while, he stood stunned and couldn't make a sound.

A few steps away was a statue of a god, a handsome blue-robed man, who looked no more than twenty years old, but his face was solemn and solemn, which did not seem to match his age. The flowing blue hair shows a little weird atmosphere. Especially his eyes, a pair of blue and bottomless eyes, strange eyes.

However, the face under the blue hair is so familiar. Of course it's familiar, because this face is exactly the same as Feng Rui's face.

This is the statue of Feng Rui!

Feng Rui looked at the statue, but suddenly felt that he was so strange in front of him, as if he had never met him.

"Isn't this me, is this still me?" Feng Rui muttered, his black and white eyes full of confusion and confusion.

When he glanced at him unconsciously, his whole body shook violently, and a blade-like light suddenly flashed in his eyes.

Next to the statue of Feng Rui stands the statue of a woman, bright and beautiful, graceful and graceful, like a fairy in the sky, a rare beauty in the world.

She may be from heaven, or she may not be mortal.

The same blue hair is flowing, the same blue eyes, but the tone in the eyes is much lighter, it can only be regarded as a touch of light blue, as if there are some shallow sea water lines.

Feng Rui looked at this statue stupidly, and called softly: "Zhi Yan, Zhi Yan...... " How could he not know this statue, how could he not be surprised? Looking at this woman's face, but it was not Feng Rui's beloved Ling Zhi Yan, who was it?

Suddenly, Feng Rui turned around suddenly, the confused look on his face disappeared, replaced by a thick sense of fortitude and coldness, and he said in a deep voice: "Elder, what the hell is going on?!"

Chenzen smiled, still with a wry smile, raised his hand and pointed to the statue of the man, and said without passing through the dust: "King, this is you, you are the king of the spirit world." ”

"Spirit Realm?" Feng Rui couldn't help but be stunned.

"Yes. Dust Chan nodded, with a solemn face**, "You are the Spirit King!"

Feng Rui was stunned, and suddenly laughed, laughing insincerely, and said coldly: "Ridiculous! My surname is Feng Mingrui......

"I know. Dust Chan intercepted, "You are really the king of the spirit world, but you were relegated to the mortal world and sealed your memory and spiritual power. ”

"Yes. Feng Rui said indifferently, with a face full of disbelief. "I don't care who you are, or what conspiracies you have, I don't believe anything you say, it's really nonsense!

Dust Chan smiled bitterly and shook his head, speechless for a while.

Feng Rui glanced at the statue of the woman affectionately, and the depth and affection at this glance could not be described by pen and ink. He let out a long sigh and turned around resolutely.

"King, will you go now?" suddenly sounded the voice of Dust Zen again.

"What?" Feng Rui turned around suddenly, his eyes tightened, "Could it be that Elder wants to leave my life behind?"

Dust Chan shook his head and smiled sadly: "I'm just asking, are you going to Yiren Valley?"

Feng Ruizhi was shocked in his heart, how could others know the name of Yiren Valley? He was moved and said, "You...... What do you say?!"

Chenchan smiled indifferently and said, "You must be going to Yiren Valley, because Zhiyan's grave is there." After all these years, you still can't forget her. However, she has been dead for twenty years, and she will never be able to live again, so why should you do this?!"

I can't forget, I can't forget a love, I can't forget the scorching and lingering past, I can't forget the partner who loves me all my life, I can't forget what's wrong?

Why is this so? What is the suffering of human emotions? This is love, who can say it clearly, who can see it clearly?

When Feng Rui heard this, his heart was shocked, and he couldn't speak. This is his most secret thing, how can Chen Chan know? In fact, this is no longer secret, most people in the rivers and lakes know the legend of him and Zhi Yan.

However, does Dust Chan seem to be a person in the rivers and lakes? How could he know so much? So strange, so weird? Feng Rui has already become vigilant, and said coldly: "Elder, you ...... it"

As soon as he said this, Dust Chan opened his mouth: "You want to ask why I know the name Zhi Yan?"

Feng Rui just looked at him quietly and didn't speak. Sometimes, without speaking, it is already speaking, and silence is better than sound.

Chenzen didn't seem to be expecting Feng Rui's answer, and said to himself: "Zhiyan is your queen, how could I not know? King, you are finally here, I have been waiting for you here for a long time!"