"You're not dead."

Lan Yingqiu said in disbelief.

It stands to reason that even if the other party didn't die at the time, he should be old and dead now, why...

But the man didn't answer her question immediately, but looked at her with interest, and said: "This momentum, and this familiar Qi, you are a disciple of the Daomen, and you are also her disciple, I have to say that the swords of your master and apprentice are almost the same, and they are both so arrogant." ”

Hearing this, Lan Yingqiu frowned, and directly transported the Qi in his body, and on the blade of the sword, he also began to swallow the sword rays.

However, she didn't do it right away.

She hasn't figured out why she missed just now, so naturally she won't try to take the initiative to attack again, just for guard and temptation.

As if he hadn't seen the spitting sword, the man slowly stretched out his hand, pinched a dead leaf falling from the tree behind him, and smiled proudly.

"However, you have more words than your master, and I can also say a little more to you, don't you ask me why I can live so long? I can tell you, because I really control my life, and everything that is so-called destined by nature is just a fate that I turn at will in my hands, and time, for me, no longer has meaning. ”

As he spoke, the tree behind him, which was originally luxuriant, quickly withered and yellowed in an instant, and all fell like rain, and the whole tree seemed to have crossed from early spring to late autumn at once.

"Everything," the man was still talking.

However, Lan Yingqiu didn't care so much.

The moment she saw the man holding the fallen leaves, she moved, and with lightning speed, she stabbed forward with her sword.

Because since the other party can catch the fallen leaves, it must be physical, and this is her best chance.

But what she never expected was that this sword was empty again.

Just like Fang Cai, her sword that pierced the other party's heart didn't touch anything, and just went straight through the other party's body.

And the man's words had just finished at this time.

“... It's all in my hands. ”

As the words fell, Lan Yingqiu noticed that the man was looking down at her with a pathetic look at the ignorant, with a hint of sneer on the corner of his mouth.

After failing to strike a blow, she quickly pulled away and came to the distance to be on guard.

The man didn't take the opportunity to make a move, but kept standing in place without moving, just restrained the sneer at the corner of his mouth, looked indifferently at the dead leaf in his hand and said: "What you just attacked is just an afterimage from the distant past, I exist here, and exist in the past and the future, don't you understand?" But it seems that I still overestimate you a little.

I thought that a long-standing sect like your Daomen or Penglai, which has been inherited for thousands of years, can understand my exercises and abilities a little, as well as my ideals.

But now it seems that you are simply rejecting the emergence of new things, fearing that something better will change everything you have inherited from ancient times to the present day, and you are not even going to try it. ”

"Who would want to cultivate your crooked ways?" Lan Yingqiu scolded coldly, pondering the man's words in his heart.

What do you mean by an afterimage from the past? Could it be that the Nine Turns of Yin Destiny still have the ability to time and space? That's a problem... Her heart was full of trepidation.

"Crooked?"

When the man heard this, he seemed to feel ridiculed, and his tone was much heavier: "Your so-called self-cultivation is the right path? It's just a bunch of hypocrites, so why can you stand on a high place with everything you were born to do, and relegate those of us who are desperate to climb upwards as crooked?

Is it because we are outliers who are not born to be good, and can only rely on their own efforts? ”

"No, it's because you hurt people's lives, go against human ethics, and do all kinds of things that hurt nature and reason." Lan Yingqiu immediately retorted.

But the man sneered: "The so-called way of heaven is just the law of the jungle, the pawns of the peddlers are exploited by the officials of the government, and the small officials are to obey the orders of the officials, and there is a bigger official on the head of the officials, one level presses the first level, and the emperor is like this, if you want to go up, you have to eat other people, you look at this world, who is not a beast?" I'm just one of the stronger of them. ”

"Hmph, strong words."

"Strong words? You just rely on your natural good life, and you have not experienced the experience of falling into the dust, so you will speak these ridiculous truths in a high-sounding manner, and when you have experienced it, can you still say these ridiculous words? ”

The man said, throwing away the leaf in his hand that had turned from a dead leaf to a young leaf, and waved it casually, but there was no movement.

But Lan Yingqiu was keenly aware of the sense of crisis that suddenly stabbed his whole body, but when he looked around, he didn't see anything abnormal, let alone find the source of the crisis, he could only see the man in the distance smiling contemptuously.

In order to get out of this unknown crisis, she can only try to replace defense with offense.

But just as she raised her sword and was about to attack, she took the first step, but a completely unfamiliar memory came to her mind.

It was when she was a child.

At that time, there was a drought, there was a famine in the village, there was no food to eat, the eldest brother died in the army, and he could not exchange for half a piece of bread, the younger sister starved to death in bed, and the skinny father, in order to support the little brother who was still in infancy, knelt in front of her at the age of three, and worshiped over and over again, intending to sell her to a rich merchant in the city to change her life.

When she was still young, she couldn't understand why her tearful father kept saying sorry.

But just when her father was about to take her to the village to sell to the rich merchant servants from the city, a woman who was completely out of step with the starving village walked into their home, the woman was dressed simply, but the luxury of the fabric, and the independent temperament of the world, still made the father, who had never seen the world, immediately kneel down and carefully greet the woman.

And the woman just offered to take a look at her, and if she was satisfied, she would buy it at double the price, and she would be guaranteed to have no worries about food and clothing.

In her original memory, at the age of three, at her father's almost pleading request, she reached out to the woman to hold it, and the woman smiled with satisfaction, and gave her father three times the money, and in her father's gratitude, took her away who did not want to leave.

After that, she entered the Daomen and became the most talented disciple in the Daomen.

But now, in this strange memory, the woman did not smile satisfactorily when she took her hand, but frowned and shook her head, and then walked away without looking back amid her father's bitter pleading.

"What did you do?!"

Lan Yingqiu asked angrily.

It's not her memory!

This childhood memory was so far away from her that she couldn't even remember what her father looked like when he couldn't kneel in the yard.

But now, in this strange memory, she remembered it clearly.

"Didn't I say that? When you fall into the dust, can you still be as arrogant as you are now? The man said with a smirk.