The sky is high and the birds fly, and the sea is wide and the fish jumps, that is the scene in the dream.

Zhang Fan crossed his knees on the bamboo leaf boat, looking at the scenery under his feet. The mountain peaks in front of you are illuminated by the sun, and the snow-capped peaks shimmer with a white shimmer, and occasionally a rainbow appears at the right angle.

At the top of the mountain, there was a cliff where he was coming. From there, you can enter the Mochizuki sect.

The cliff was near, and the bamboo leaf boat still flew forward, and finally hit the cliff, and then rushed into the cliff again, slowly rushed through the phantom array, and entered the mountain gate of the Moon Gaze Sect.

The exit of the cliff is at the square at the top of one of the peaks of the sect. The square is not big, only twenty or thirty zhang square, and there is a small road leading to the distance at the edge of the square, there is a small stone pavilion on the side of the path, and there are two people sitting in the pavilion. When Zhang Fan fell, the two opened their eyes, looked at Zhang Fan, and by the way, they used their divine sense to scan Zhang Fan's body, stayed on the jade pendant for a while, then closed their eyes again, and continued to meditate without saying a word.

Zhang Fan walked across the square to the edge, looked at the two senior brothers who were meditating with their eyes closed, and saluted: "I've seen two senior brothers." ”

But his gift was like to two statues of wood, and no one answered him. Zhang Fan is now full of emotion, but his heart is not as calm as he appeared. After standing for a moment, he saw that no one responded, and then walked along the path in the direction of his memory.

The trail is deserted, and the occasional weeds grow, making the gravel path occasionally green spout, and it is clear that no one has walked since then. Passing through rows of stone houses, passing through streams and streams, and passing through temples one after another. Zhang Fan didn't see a figure, and there was only proof that the Mochizuki Sect had once prospered. Empty houses are lonely and uninhabited, and no one is empty and happy in the wilderness.

The winding path is quiet, and Zhang Fan came to the square of the main hall again. Where there are still many people sitting cross-legged, still sitting cross-legged among the dead leaves, only the occasional person leaves, showing the holes formed by the leaves, and then people can know that someone has left there. It's just that the people who left seem to have been replaced, and there are a few more deacon disciples sitting cross-legged at the edge of the square.

Looking at the figure of the meditating person on the steps in front of the hall, the clothes on his body have been washed by the wind and rain, and experienced the bursting of the sun, which has become extremely ill-fitting and worn crookedly. The original gray hair has become completely white, the wooden hairpin that fixed the hair has not known where it has gone, the hair is messily draped behind him, and some of it has covered his eyes.

Finally, Zhang Fan still raised his bare feet, with a full body of exhaustion, and walked towards the hall. No one greeted him, and the whole square was silent, and the silence was terrifying. Only the sound of Zhang Fan's heartbeat also indicates the existence and arrival of living people.

Walking to the steps in front of the hall again, Zhang Fan still stood in front of Situ Nan, looked up at Situ Nan on the steps for a while, it was his master. He looked at the old man quietly for a while, hoping that the old man would open his eyes, look at him, and say a word to him. It's just that all he saw was a pair of dim eyes that slowly opened, slowly opened, quietly looked at him, looked at him, and his eyes were full of love and care.

It was as if a clear spring was injected into Zhang Fan's heart, and then flowed out of Zhang Fan's eyes, like a wanderer who had left home for more than half a year, and he came back and stood on this square again.

He didn't wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes, just knelt down slowly, lowered his head slowly, bowed slowly, and looked at the old man on the stage again. The old man's eyes were closed again, and he was back into meditation.

It was only when he got close to his eyes that Zhang Fan saw the old man's face clearly, half a year ago he still had a ruddy face like a child, but now he is as old as a tree bark.

Zhang Fan didn't speak, didn't cry, looked at it for a while, and deeply imprinted the figure of the old man in front of him in his heart. This old man who only met once, then took himself as an apprentice, and then drove himself crazy old man. When he ran out of the sect, he engraved the secret book of the sect on the old man in his heart.

Zhang Fan walked behind the old man, slowly sat down cross-legged, and began his meditation. He didn't understand this old man before, he didn't understand his dedication to the human race and the sect, and he didn't understand the persistence of these people in front of him, but when he walked in the territory of the human race once, he finally understood their persistence and understood their beliefs.

Some are dead but they are still alive, and some are alive and dead. These people in front of them are those who are alive, but in fact, they are all dead, and the meaning of their life is only to walk into death, into the war that will eventually come, and wait for the killing to begin that day. until their physical death. Perhaps death is the beginning of their lives.

They don't need sympathy, they don't need affection, they don't need companionship, all they need is someone to die with them.

Zhang Fan didn't need to accompany them, watching them bloom and fall, I stood still and let the cold wind blow. It's just, it's just, it's just, it's just... That heart has seen the perseverance of the human race, the pain of men, the laughter of children, the crying of old people, the great rivers and mountains of the human race, the red willows and green flowers in the mountains, and the strange peaks and fog in the rain. He wanted to do something for these people, for this great mountain and river, just like these people in front of him. I believe they must be good partners for you, don't you?

Dapeng rose with the wind one day and soared up to 90,000 miles. What is the future ahead?

Time passed, wind and rain were ruthless, and after half a year of meditation, Zhang Fan experienced a lot of wind and rain, covered with ice and snow. Finally, at ten o'clock in the evening of this day, when the master in front of him finished reading an exercise again, a touch came from the bottom of his heart, and he broke through, from the beginning of foundation building to the middle stage of foundation building.

Immediately, the surrounding spiritual energy rolled, and one after another spiritual energy fell from the sky and rushed into his body, filling his huge circle of spiritual sea dantian, which made his spiritual power storage at least double.

It's just that before Zhang Fan could break through his cultivation, more than a dozen spiritual powers landed from the sky in the crowd above the square, which indicated that several more fellow disciples had broken through a small layer of cultivation.

Since he came back, this is the fifth time that someone has broken through, but no one has broken through to the Jindan stage. Zhang Fan once checked, and there was not even the same door on the square below that was at the peak of foundation building, that is, only after these few batches of breakthroughs did two people cultivate to the peak of foundation building.

It's just that they don't care about cultivating spells, and they don't have time to consolidate their cultivation. When a deacon disciple comes, he consciously shocks the hopelessness of a higher level, and follows the deacon disciple to leave, and then few people can appear here again. Many of them only had cultivation in the early stage of foundation building, and there were even many monks at the peak of Qi refining.

Zhang Fan didn't have time to grieve for them, that was their fate, and it would also be his fate.

When it was another half a year and he still hadn't broken through the middle stage of foundation building, he knew he was leaving.

Looking at the disciples of the deacon hall who came to the edge of the square, Zhang Fan slowly got up, walked in front of Situ Nan, knelt down and kowtowed, got up and looked at the deacon disciples on the side of the square.

The deacon's disciple choked up and said, "Six." ”

Immediately, five more people stood up and stood behind Zhang Fan, and their cultivation was only at the peak of qi refining.

Zhang Fan looked at the five people behind him, nodded, and then took the lead to follow the deacon disciples to leave.

And Zhang Fan took a closer look at the deacon's disciples, only to find that it was only the early stage of Qi refining. He remembered that in the past, any deacon disciple was at least in the middle stage of foundation building, and the Mochizuki Sect had reached such a situation?