"The poor boat is easy to travel in the water, and the history of the eternal sky is blue" Xin Lao cried: "Do you know, how uncomfortable our hearts are? I am the person of this generation who accepts the mission, I have waited for a long, long time, every nightmare will wake me up, and I have been so desperate."

"They don't know all this yet, they don't know how proud the blood flowing in their bodies is, and Lichong, I see hope in him, but you don't know, why did I do this, and I'm also an old man, and I don't want him to go down this path, so can you understand?" Xin Lao pointed to the outside, and his squinting eyes couldn't control his sadness.

"Mission, I have thought about it many times, but I also have something that you can't understand" Jiuyan said calmly, at this moment, his heart was as calm as a lake, and there was no trace of waves.

Who would have thought that a teenager was carrying something and what he was living all his life, he opened his eyes and saw the crying of people, saw the sorrow of the earth, saw the scenes that appeared in dreams again and again, he had an unknown mission, and walked on in a muddy way.

The fate that flowed, is it destined by heaven, or is it man-made, sadness appeared in Jiuyan's eyes, he thought a lot, he saw people, he couldn't see himself, he hoped in his heart to find everything in his dream, but he was very powerless.

"Mission," Jiuyan whispered, he took a deep breath, extremely melancholy.

"I'll wait until I'm done, I'll never see it again" Xin Lao suddenly laughed, his voice full of desolation

Jiuyan sighed deeply, didn't say anything more, his eyes couldn't help but get wet, all he saw was an old man, he should be on the knees of his children and grandchildren, he was just an old man, he should have his own paradise, a warm home, but he didn't, for many years, he guarded the mission of ethereal nothingness, waiting all year round, but waiting for only deep despair, who can not be sad and sad?

"Old Xin, do you have any clues about that sea area?" asked Jiuyan.

"I only know that there is a palace in the North Mountain, where no one dares to enter, and there may be something you want to know," Xin Lao said.

Is it that mountain again, what kind of existence does it have? Jiuyan was silent for a moment and said, "Then those dozens of words, do they exist?"

Xin Lao nodded and did not speak again.

Jiuyan sighed: "If you can still go back, will you go back?"

Xin Lao's thin and thin suddenly trembled, and he sighed: "Give me those words"

He looked at it, was silent for a while, and then raised his head and looked up at the wooden plaque: "You take these words, let's go, don't look for that sea area"

"Why?" Jiuyan was stunned.

"There shouldn't exist at all, it's a dream, there is no beginning, there is no end," Xin Lao said.

"Do you know what kind of place it is?"

Xin Lao: "I never knew, but I longed and hoped, but after a long time, I got used to it"

Jiu paused slightly, and arched his hand: "Taught" He knew the old man's mood at the moment, but he didn't know what to say, so he chose to ignore it.

"You come here, see clearly" Xin Lao said suddenly, his right hand hovering in front of him, and a black mist pulled up.

"Trace" Xin Lao shouted for a moment, his right hand suddenly raised, and slowly pulled from the left to the right hand, an inexplicable force appeared in his palm, and a vague scene was slowly pulled up by his right hand.

"Years" Xin Lao shouted again, he gritted his teeth, controlled his right hand, and slowly raised it out from front of his eyes.

Bang

In the blurred picture, a mountain appeared, a mountain towering into the sky, as high as an unknown number of feet, like a giant, with a black mist, just across the front of the picture, blocking everything.

Jiuyan gasped, the mountain peak was too high, and there was a black mist around it, which made people unable to see the reality clearly, but they could feel it from it, that kind of creepy aura, sage

"You're optimistic," Xin Lao shouted again: "Reincarnation," his hand pulled up again.

bang

With the throbbing of Xin Lao's right hand, the mountain slowly disappeared, and a round of red light appeared in the picture, shining with a faint light, and a river suddenly flowed down from the void, the river roared angrily, and the waves splashed, and finally subsided, and it flowed slowly, not knowing where it flowed.

Suddenly, a vague figure appeared, unable to see the truth, he turned his back to the living beings, his hair was thousands of strands, and he had not been shaken by the wind, and the blurred figure seemed to be long and long.

Suddenly, the vague figure moved

burst

The next moment, the picture disappeared, Xin Lao's divine power withered, and his face turned pale, but he smiled.

"I forcibly performed the retrospective technique, and my life is running out, but I have seen it" Xin Lao laughed, seemingly happy, but Jiuyan felt that his smile was full of desolation.

"Do you see that place?" said Xin Lao.

That place, Jiuyan paused: "I saw it, but I don't know what place it is, maybe that's your inner world?"

"No" Xin Lao shook his head: "That's the place you're looking for, that's your mission, and that figure is what you want to see."

"See clearly," Jiuyan whispered, and his heart trembled.

"Why, what is the mission, who the hell am I?" said Jiuyan with difficulty

The moment he opened his eyes, it was like the beginning of a mission, but he didn't know what a mission was, he didn't know who he was, he didn't even know his home, whether it was there or not, it was all like a fog, but he couldn't resist, because he couldn't resist, fate seemed to have been arranged, no matter what he did, he couldn't get rid of it.

"Child, when you know more, it means that you have grown up, and our clan will never be able to get rid of it, just like a reincarnation, do you understand?" Xin Lao Dao, at this moment, he was teaching Jiuyan like an old man.

"I don't believe in reincarnation, I only believe in myself," Jiuyan said in a low voice, his hands clenched so tightly that no one knew what was going on in his mind.

He is still a teenager, how he wishes to have a home, how he wishes that he is an ordinary person, living a mortal life, birth, old age, sickness and death, he doesn't want to carry the so-called fate, it is too tiring, but he can't throw it away, it is like a nightmare, haunting him.

"Xin Lao" Jiuyan raised his head and stared at him, and said seriously: "Who am I, why do you all say that I am the mission?"

"Who did you meet?" said Xin Lao.

"Yang Family"

"Go out, I want to be quiet," Xin Lao sighed, and did not answer his words again, his cloudy eyes lost color, and thick wrinkles piled up on his cheeks, and in a moment he seemed to be much older, at this moment, he was just an ordinary old man.

Jiuyan suddenly shook and walked out silently.