The rain stopped, long ago.

The scene in the swamp is clear, but the scene of tens of thousands of people fighting with Warcraft is no more, and even the figures are pitiful.

You Yi sat on the ground, his hair disheveled and covered in mud, like a beggar living on the streets, with no connection with all the usual blandness and elegance.

"I'm here now because of my sister, who saved me. Saved me once in the Haoyi realm, saved me again when the elders were teaching, and even saved me again when I was in the ancestral land. You Yi murmured in a very low voice, his mind going back to a long time ago.

The swamp was quiet, small, and in his area, everything was gone.

"I don't understand your feelings, but I do. The middle-aged man closed his eyes, as if he had had the same experience.

"Perhaps. You Yi smiled, "Sister Clan saved me three times, and I didn't know how to repay her, so I could only silently do something trivial for her." ”

"It is human nature to have revenge and kindness. The middle-aged man nodded.

"In the outside world, I met Li Yuchen. You Yi chuckled and leaned back, lying in the mud, "At first, I didn't feel anything, but as time went by, I felt more and more that he was lucky." ”

He didn't explain why, because it wasn't necessary, he just felt good about lying down and wanted to lie down until it was over.

Muddy, maybe uncomfortable, but instead of feeling that way, he felt a little warm.

Warm, as if in the arms, comfortable.

But he stood up.

"I don't even have my own life, how can I waste it?" he smiled, not seeing the mockery.

He waved his sleeves, his clothes were no longer stained with mud, and even spotless, his scattered hair was neat in an instant, and the whole person exuded an indifferent elegance. And with that, the air of self-confidence was released.

In an instant, if it were two.

"You're very good, much better than I was back then. The middle-aged man smiled and nodded, staring at You Yi's eyes with brilliance. "I want to give you the Tao that I once felt, but it seems to be a little redundant, and I am afraid that it will affect your future path. ”

"However, because of you, I don't look down on anyone else. This question becomes intangible. ”

Joy meets sorrow, it is the mood of the middle-aged man at this moment, he is really optimistic about You Yi, and he is sure that You Yi will go further than him on the path of cultivation in the future. And what he has, he can't give it to Youyi, I'm afraid that it won't get a benefit, but a harm.

The Tao is the way, and everyone's way is different, forcibly indoctrination, imposing one's own ideas on others. Most likely it will be an injury.

"It doesn't matter. You Yi shrugged, "Even if I give it to me, I'm just looking at it, I won't choose that way." If you don't give it, your heart will be stable, and what is certain will be more certain. ”

"Sure enough, I didn't misread you. The middle-aged man smiled and said, "It's just that I still feel a pity." ”

"Perhaps, I can recommend someone for you, Li Yuchen. You Yi's words are direct, showing his heart.

The middle-aged man did not speak. There was no indication either.,Looking at You Yi's expression was very serious.。

You Yi didn't speak again, and his standing body was straight, and he was obviously elegant between calm. That indifference, revealed in a confident smile, seemed to be predestined, and he didn't need a positive answer.

Suddenly, the middle-aged man disappeared, shuttling through his own world, searching, and inquiring.

After a long time, he came to Li Yuchen's side. Looking at Li Yuchen, who has undergone great changes and even detached from the scope of people, he is very moved.

As he spoke, his voice wandering in the air, wafting in the magma, ringing in Li Yuchen's ears all the time, but only he could hear it.

Hear and silence all voices.

Li Yuchen's world is very quiet, unusually quiet, in a trance, more like death than death.

Maybe there is a limit to suffering, as long as it is surpassed, it will disappear, and the so-called pain will no longer be pain, like the normal state of life.

The lava burned the clothing, then the skin and melted the flesh...... The hot, fiery liquid-like substance approached the bones, still unabated by the blazing temperature, devouring objects that were not identical to themselves.

Li Yuchen sat in the magma, and only a skeleton remained.

It looks a little scary.

If he knew that he only had a skeleton left, he wouldn't feel much, as if a skeleton was a skeleton, just a skeleton...... Nothing more.

He was used to the pain, and even more so to waiting...... In a world where there is no edge in sight, in a space where the real and the unreal are entangled with each other, he waits, at least for a thousand years, and waits like that.

Now, he waits.

I don't know how long, but he continued to wait...... He was sure that he would not die, so he would not care about what was around him.

He closed his eyes.

He first wanted to cultivate, but after a while, he couldn't do it, so he rested, a rest that forgot all the suffering.

He kept his eyes closed.

It was as if he had fallen asleep while resting, he slept peacefully, and he really forgot everything, and even his thoughts wandered to places that his body could not bind, to the world in his body that he had only been to twice.

In a barren area, a tree is planted.

It is a small tree, and the leaves are not luxuriant, and it can even be called scarce. There are not many branches on the trees, which seem to lack vitality, but they are all remarkably tough and always there.

In the distance, a golden creature shone brightly, sleeping.

Far away, there was a chicken, or rather, like a reminder of the larger chick, with wide colored eyes, colliding with his thoughts, as if puzzled, as if trying to communicate.

The gaze wandered through the field, and finally returned to the original tree, looking very closely.

He saw something.

There was a man sitting under the tree.

The man under the tree had his eyes closed.

There are leaves falling from the trees, and the leaves fall on the top of the heads of the people under the trees, brushing their hair and going down.

The leaves fall to the ground and disappear into the ground, seemingly blending into the land. The hair of the seated person also fell gently, to the ground, one by one, turning the ground with less black and more yellow into black and yellow, and paved a layer.

There were very few leaves on the trees, and the people under the trees had no hair.

The movement of time has not left any traces, and I don't know how long the people under the tree have been sitting.

The years represent a long time, not a moment or two.

The figure is gone, but the little tree is still there.

"It feels like something is missing. Li Yuchen muttered quietly, and unconsciously made a sound.

In the lava, the seated skeleton grits its teeth and emits notes characteristic of bone friction, swinging through the fiery air.

Li Yuchen woke up, felt that there was someone in front of him, and he also saw the person in front of him.

He saw a middle-aged man, smiling slightly, his mouth opening and closing from time to time, as if he was saying something, as if it was still important.

"Senior, my name is Li Yuchen, and I can't hear the voice now. He opened his mouth slightly as the middle-aged man closed his mouth, wanting to smile and trying to be as sincere as possible.

After that, he realized that something was wrong.

Looking down, he realized that all he had left was a skeleton.

Then, he accepted. (To be continued.) )