"I was a slave to him for two or three years. Eventually, I ran into a mage. He said I was a practitioner's material, so he bought me from a scammer. He treated me better than a liar treated me, but he also made me a servant. I thought my life was over, so I went along with it and got by. It was the darkest day of my life, and I will never forget it, and it was that darkness that gave birth to me later. ”

"Finally, one day, the mage remembered me. He remembered that I was a good material for cultivating spells, so he happily approached me and insisted on teaching me spells. That's when I started to make a name for myself. I was even better than he expected, and in two years, my spell level surpassed him. He knew he couldn't keep me, so he let me go. It's very plain, isn't that what life is all about? I just seized a small opportunity, otherwise, I would always be a hard laborer. ”

At the end of his life, his memories are not dominating the world, nor are they worshiped by thousands of people, nor are they the spirit of pursuing invincibility in the world when he was young, let alone nostalgia for the world. Rather, ordinary, ordinary like a fallen leaf, like most people in his world. But he seized on a turning point. Let him take the first step on the road to becoming a strong man.

Listening to his story, China thought to herself, "In the future, I will tell others the story of me and you......

The Zen master continued: "Actually, I am really a wizard who practices martial arts. One day, I defeated a swordsman and killed him. I got a copy of the sword in his arms. One day when I had nothing to do, I flipped a few pages casually and played a few swordsmanship according to the path. I didn't expect to be seen by a passing swordsman, who saw that I practiced well, but there were some flaws, so he stood up and pointed out one or two. When it came to the point, I suddenly understood it, so I picked up my sword and practiced all the way. I practiced better, and I was flawless, and even this swordsman applauded me. Later, when we talked for a while, he realized that it was the first time I had held a sword, and that I was a mage myself. He was even more surprised, and we started talking. We were very speculative, so we became partners. In the beginning, he taught me all my martial arts. ”

The Zen master told his story, and China and Xiong Huang listened attentively, as if forgetting that he was seriously injured. Before you know it, it's getting late and the moon is rising in the east.

"Later, in the midst of a great war, he was wounded to protect me, and he died soon after. His death hit me deeply. Since then, I have become a cynic. I practiced desperately. When I was seventeen years old, I finally made a name for myself. Later, I met my first master, a Tianding Mountain man, and I officially worshipped him as a teacher, and since then I have become a Tianzenimen person. Master was pure-hearted, erudite, very good to me, taught me everything, and during that time I lived a very peaceful life, practicing martial arts and playing chess every day. He knew that I had a talent for cultivating spells, so he introduced me to a saint at that time, and I officially worshipped the saint as a teacher, which seemed to me to be a great honor at the time. After that, he followed the saint to practice spells. A few years later, I completed my spell and returned to the Zenith Gate, and I became proud. I'm famous, and more and more people come to challenge me...... As I told you, I was defeated by a man, fled to the mountains, and met my mentor in life, who was the founder of the Spirit Channeling stunt. ”

Speaking of this teacher, the Zen master's eyes were full of gratitude: "It was he who saved my soul, he was my ferryman." Although, this is something that I realized after many years. But it's not too late, I can still rely on the rest of my life to do what I can. That's what I realized when I got out of Wuling Mountain: I want to do something for this world. Therefore, the first purpose of my Five Spiritual Sects is to do all possible good deeds and good deeds. These words come from the mouth of the Zen master and walk in the body of the Zen master. For him, it was well deserved.

The saint took refuge in pain and drifted away in the pursuit of truth, and later generations stepped on his shoulders to usher in a new era.

The sky, high up, watches over everyone. It is said that the gods dwell on it, and there are wolves who do not believe in evil and want to poke a hole in it.

The Zen master was reminiscing about the past, and the sky was unconsciously changing from day to night. The Milky Way is splendid, and people in it are like being in a fantasy world.

The Zen master said, "Such a sky, such a universe, should be the place where my soul flies." I hope to be unrestrained, unconcerned, give up this skin, and travel freely in the universe. When I die, I don't know if I will go to heaven or hell. I thought, go to hell more. Hehe. He smiled wryly.

China said: "You are such a person, you are so kind, if you can't go to heaven." If there really are gods in this world, it must be that the gods are blind. I don't recognize such a deity. ”

"Huh. No one knows if there are gods, no one has seen them. This is something that has neither been proven nor falsified. Everyone says yes, let's just say yes. Some people believe in him, but I don't believe in him. The Zen master stood up, pointed to the heavens, and pointed to the earth, saying, "You see, how clean the heavens and the earth are washed by the power of the gods. But why do so many people suffer? He washed the heavens and the earth, why didn't he take away the bad luck? Why not wash the soul of mankind? He is so sacred, why should it be difficult to tolerate it? He is so wise, why is there so much war in the world? So I don't believe him. Look at how many screams of pain are hidden in this land of demons! ”

China and Xiong Huang listened attentively, but they heard nothing, nothing but the sound of wind and dust.

The heat wave rolled in, rolling up the yellow sand from time to time, and the branches of the trees swayed lazily. In such a hot weather, the tree couldn't help but wilt and droop its head and fall asleep. The sky was fine, the sky was clear, the stars and the moon were shining the light in the darkness on the earth. Make it all seem less tiring.

When the Zen master was tired, he sat down on the ground, took a sip of water, and began to close his eyes and recuperate. Even in his current state, he did not forget to work hard. Although he had no heart and his meridians were destroyed, his advanced cultivation made him persist for so long.

Sometimes he thinks: The more I get to the end of my life, the more I feel that time is pressing. There are so many things in this world that I have to do. I want to rest, but there's still a lot to do, so isn't it too early to rest? If, like other saints, I open the altar and preach, I am not willing to just shake my lips and rum my tongue. They all laughed at me, I was a lot old, and I had to do it myself, so why bother? Perhaps, I am really too tired, and I should take the initiative to put an end to this......

Xiong Huang cried for a long time, and when he was tired of crying, he leaned on China and fell asleep. It's cool on China! Although he is sad, driven by nature, he will really find a comfortable place.

Seeing that the Zen master closed his eyes and recuperated, Xiong Huang also fell asleep, and Chi Na lay in front of the Zen master and looked at him intently. A delirious thought arose in its mind: Maybe if I looked at him like this, he wouldn't die. Maybe if I look at him like this, time will stop. Yes, it must be. But why is the moon still turning and the stars still moving? It loves nature so much that it wants it to stop moving, stop breathing, stop everything.

They were still moving, and a hint of boredom rose in its heart.

Suddenly, China looked at the sky viciously, and with a gust of wind rushed up into the sky, it rushed faster and faster, and hit the wall of wind headlong. This time, China's demonic power was full, and he broke through at once. It was easier to get over the wall of wind, and China continued to fly upwards when suddenly it crashed into a transparent barrier. Quietly, China was bounced back. It would have liked to make a loud noise, or do some damage, but the barrier seemed to be very docile.

Unable to do anything about the barrier, it roared and opened its mouth to bite the barrier. A gust of wind struck, poured into its mouth, and raged in its stomach. Feeling the pain in bursts, the pain in China's heart seemed to be less. It seemed to bite something, but as soon as it closed its mouth, its upper teeth hit its lower teeth, and it was still a cloud of air.

It stared gloomily at the dome, the barrier it couldn't break, like its enemy in the next world. There is nothing like Doutian to vent the depression in China's heart. It squirted at it with a slash, and the ice shattered in the gale. "See if I don't destroy you!" Another breath of wind poured in, and its nostrils bleed.

Its body rose and swelled, only to hear a soft sound in its body, as if something was broken, and suddenly it broke through three zhang, the size, and was promoted to one level. China smiled bitterly: What is the use of a huge body? I can't pierce this day, and I can't let time stand still, I can only watch as the people who love me the most in the world lose their lives bit by bit. After he left, no one could understand my feelings anymore!

It raised its huge claws, used all its divine power, and slammed into the barrier with a bang, and its claws were about to tear it apart in a single point. If you are facing a mountain, you can probably even break the mountain. However, the barrier only recessed slightly, and bounced back into China, its crampons shattering. The barrier just "stayed" there, unable to bypass or broken.

A drop of blood dripped from the tip of China's claw, fluttering, and I don't know where it flew.

Anna went up and down in the air, shuttling between the vicious winds, and crashing into the dome many times. It seemed to think of itself as a boulder, a dead thing. Let the wind erode and let the sky dome crush the top. Like this, Fang Xie was depressed in his heart. A glass of forgetful water can hardly eliminate the bitterness in its heart. It really wants a bowl of wine, and it will be happy when it is drunk.

For China, a Zen master is more than just a master and an apprentice. It is a partner with Xiong Huang, but it is difficult to talk to Xiong Huang and cannot express it to him. It likes Mingyueyi, but it can't express its affection, Mingyueyi doesn't realize it, and its heart can't be responded.