A rare smile appeared on Shui Birou's face, "Aren't these what I should have done?" ”

Feng Yu smiled again, "Then I'll go." Take care!"

Feng Yu jumped on his horse and looked at Shui Birou.

"You have to take care!" Shui Birou's voice was soft, like a mosquito.

Feng Yu gave her an affirmative look, turned around and whipped and galloped, leaving only the shadow of the sunset.

What kind of feeling is this kind of silent waiting? Sometimes, with just one sentence, you can throw away all the shackles, just for the sake of the wilderness.

But sometimes, if you miss a word, the next time you say the wine, it often turns into a sea of vicissitudes! Waiting silently, what kind of melancholy is this?

A sentence when I am successful and famous, leaving a thin shadow. But when it really came to fame and looked down on the earth, when I looked back, I was already red-faced and dry, and tears flowed in the face of the tomb.

What kind of sentimentality is this kind of silent waiting? The promised goodbye becomes the goodbye of goodbye. The expected result turned out to be inconclusive.

Feng Yu kept going east, and according to his estimated time, he could reach the Dongqin Magic Academy in thirteen or fourteen days by hurrying like this.

This distance is really a bit of a headache for Feng Yu, and this is still the safest situation, Feng Yu has not counted the time to eat, drink and shop on the road, so the actual time will be longer.

However, fortunately, Feng Lian told him that the Dongqin Academy of Magic had taken this situation into account, so each enrollment lasted for up to two months, which was why Feng Yu dared to go so late.

After eight days of walking, Wind Feather's horse finally collapsed due to physical exhaustion, and Wind Feather was speechless at that time.

This is in a mountain forest, there is no village in front of the village, there is no shop in the back, where can he go to spend the night, where can he find a horse? Feng Yu is depressed and depressed, but the road still has to be rushed.

He was not in a hurry, he walked forward while looking at the scenery, and walked from morning to afternoon, and when he was hungry, he directly took some game, but this accommodation, Feng Yu's heart was horizontal, and he really couldn't take the sky as the bed and the earth as the bed. When the light gradually dimmed, Feng Yu unconsciously walked to the foot of a small mountain.

The mountain is not high, at best more than 400 zhang, and the forest on the mountain is very dense, but it gives Feng Yu a feeling of not being very peaceful.

Feng Yu saw at a glance that there was a small house at the foot of the mountain, which undoubtedly gave Feng Yu a great sense of satisfaction, and he rushed up directly without thinking about it.

The house is very clean, all kinds of furniture is complete, and there is a sense of quaint atmosphere when you go in. "Anyone?" shouted Wind Feather.

After Feng Yu shouted several times and no one answered, Feng Yu still walked straight back, and when he arrived in the backyard, he saw an old man chopping wood.

The old man's costume was a little strange, there were some strange patterns tattooed on his clothes, he looked seventy or eighty years old, his face was very square, and he was staring at Feng Yu with a bright eye.

"Hello, old man. Can I spend the night here?" Feng Yu took the lead in asking, it seems that this house should be this old man's, there is no one else except this old man, eighty percent is his.

The old man smiled, "I haven't had any guests here for a long time, and since my son has come to spend the night, I should welcome you." ”

Feng Yu was happy in his heart, and the biggest problem was now solved. He was a little strange, this old man didn't seem to have any cultivation, but there should be some poisonous snakes and beasts on this mountain, it was not easy for this old man to live here for such a long time.

He immediately asked, "Old man, seeing that you don't have a trace of cultivation, how can you deal with the poisonous snakes and beasts on the mountain?"

The old man laughed, as if he was very satisfied with Feng Yu's concern, and immediately explained, "Childe doesn't know, my house has been forbidden by my predecessors, and ordinary demons and monsters can't come here. That's why the old man can be here safe and sound for many years. ”

Feng Yu was thoughtful, I see, no wonder there was a weird feeling when he first came in.

Dinner was naturally eaten here, after eating. Feng Yu walked around the bottom of the mountain, and a black boulder at the bottom of the mountain was particularly eye-catching. Feng Yu took a closer look, and there were three blood-red characters written on the black boulder, and Feng Yu was shocked when he saw it.

Those three characters are written in the characters of their time -- Wuyin Mountain! Can the history of this mountain be traced back to their time? Just as he was secretly distracted, a voice woke him up, "Childe." ”

Feng Yu immediately came back to his senses. The old man was looking at himself with a smile, "Childe, it's not too early. It's a bit dangerous out there, so you might as well go back and rest first. ”

Feng Yu agreed, and asked casually, "Old man, when did this Fog Hidden Mountain come about?"

The old man immediately said, "Childe knows the words on the stone tablet?"

Feng Yu said without thinking, "I have studied some ancient characters before. "It's his biggest secret, and of course he doesn't reveal it to anyone else.

The old man suddenly let out an "oh", and then said, "The old man has been here for most of his life since he was born. But I really don't know when this mountain was born, so I think there should be a few eras. ”

Feng Yu didn't ask again, and every time he got such a vague answer, several epochs, tens to millions of years. The old man looked at Feng Yu's annoyed look and asked. "Childe, what's wrong?"

Wind Feather replied, "Nothing. ”

The old man was also an old man, as if he could see Feng Yu's thoughts, and he pondered for a moment, "This mountain has a history of at least three eras. ”

As soon as Feng Yu heard this, his heart moved, that is, he said that he was at least 300,000 years away from the original era!

After the old man led Feng Yu to a guest room, he told Feng Yu not to run around and left, he saw that Feng Yu had something on his mind, so he didn't disturb Feng Yu.

Although Feng Feng had already prepared in his heart, such a large time gap still made him a little unbearable, and the era between himself and his relatives and friends was at least 300,000 years.

Now that his own people have become ancient trolls, he thought too much, and Feng Yu was tired, so he fell asleep straight.

Shortly after he slept, several hairs on his head glowed blue, emitting a soft halo.

The next day, after waking up, Feng Yu felt refreshed, the doubts in his heart were lightened a little, and the burden was a little less, although the process of accepting the facts was extremely painful.

After having breakfast with the old man, the old man said, "Young man, no one has come to see me for a long time, remember, don't look back after going out, go straight ahead." If he has the opportunity to look at the old decay again one day. ”

Feng Yu agreed, "Definitely." And he took his leave.

As Feng Yu walked into the distance, he felt the wind whistling in his ears, as if he had passed through layers of barriers. But the old man's words seemed to be seared into his heart, "Don't look back!"

He insisted that he did not look back.