I have to say that Yu Mo really understands Confucianism too well.

But in just two sentences, Confucian Sheng directly and decisively shut up, and kept nodding at Yu Mo, obviously agreeing with Yu Mo's words!

That's right!

The reason why the fairy world is the fairy world is because the threshold is extremely high!

It's hard to get in.

I have been stumbling for many years, and now I have the opportunity to take a step forward.

For a person like him who is destined to become an immortal, the immortal path is so twists and turns, and this young man is even more impossible.

Celestial!

It's forced!

For a moment, Confucian raised his chin with some pride.

He obviously looks middle-aged and elderly, but his expression looks so naïve.

"We... Go back first? ”

After Confucius shut up, Yu Mo looked at Yu Sheng in the distance and asked.

Yu Sheng nodded lightly and disappeared into the darkness again.

Immediately afterwards, Yu Mo's wheelchair moved and walked into the distance on his own.

Confucian Sheng followed closely beside Yu Mo, not leaving an inch.

The speed of the wheelchair is obviously fast, but he can always ensure that he follows the wheelchair at the same speed.

Time fell far behind the wheelchair, keeping a distance of more than 100 meters.

And for the rest of his life, he picked up Zongren, who had fainted, and disappeared.

The inner city, the city gates.

The blind old man sat quietly in the doorway, on crutches.

In Yumo, when Confucian was about to arrive at the city gate, the old man slowly got up.

"Let's go back to the woods..."

"There, that's your world."

The old man didn't talk to Yu Mo this time, but said directly to Confucius.

Confucian smiled stupidly: "The fairy world is my world." ”

"The woods, no."

The old man gently stroked his crutches, and the dust behind him quietly floated, and even the corners of his clothes began to fly in the air without wind.

"I said, the woods are your world."

The old man, who had always spoken without waves, was a little colder in his voice at this time.

Time looked at this scene from afar, and retreated a hundred meters again, without the intention of watching the excitement and meddling at all.

"You don't understand me, and you don't understand immortals."

"You're not just blind to your eyes, but your heart."

"I can see..."

"I see layers of chains wrapped around your heart."

"Your heart is beating!"

"It wants to break free, it wants to break free from the chains!"

"It's wailing!"

"Unleash your heart, you're just touching yourself."

"It's innocent!"

Confucius was still smiling stupidly, and the words he said were inexplicable, and his expression was even more exaggerated.

The old man's hand touching the cane clenched suddenly, raised his head with an indifferent expression, looked at Confucius, and slowly opened his eyes.

His eyes... Pure white.

There are no pupils.

It's terrible in the darkness.

"My eyes are not blind, and my heart is not blind."

"You are no longer fit to appear in the world, and we are not welcome in this world."

"Staying in the City of Sin forever is already our greatest contribution to this world."

"Out of the City of Sin..."

"I'll kill you."

The old man spoke indifferently, the corners of his clothes returned to calm, and the dust slowly fell back to the ground, as if nothing had happened.

"The world is fake! Fake! ”

"Old fellow, your heart is roaring!"

"It's alive!"

"It still wants to get out of this sin city, not to be silent with you!"

"I'm an immortal, you're a demon!"

"Let's wash the world together."

"Since there is an immortal realm, there must be a demon realm!"

"Let's break away together, leaving that stupid big guy and annihilating here!"

Confucius was still smiling, as if he didn't feel the threat from the old man at all, and from time to time he let out a crazy laugh, and his sickly eyes stared at the old man.

“...”

"Out of the Sin City, I'll kill you."

The old man did not argue with Confucius about whether there was a problem in the immortal world in this world, but repeated what he had just said, and sat down again.

The crazy smile on Confucian Sheng's face gradually retracted, and he glanced at the old man.

After a long time, Confucian sneered, and just put his hands behind his back and walked towards the inner city.

The robe that I didn't know where to get it, with his steps, flew up and down, and the fairy spirit was fluttering.

Yu Mo sat in a wheelchair and smiled apologetically at the old man.

"Young man, it's okay to play with fire..."

"But..."

"Volcanoes don't."

"I said when you first came that Sin City has a reason for his existence."

"As long as the foundation of the city of sin is not destroyed, I can ignore it."

"But now, you've crossed the line."

When the old man talked to Yu Mo again, he was no longer as polite as the previous two times, but revealed a cold feeling.

Yu Mo was silent.

"What the younger generation believes in is not broken or established."

"When the previous rules have existed for ten years, a hundred years, and still cannot change the situation in the world, it can only show that the rules are wrong."

"At least, not right now."

"If the chessboard is messed up, then re-swing."

"The same is true of the world."

"Although until now, the younger generations don't know your name, but..."

"At least I'm still trying to move forward for some hope."

"Even if in the end, I failed, but at least, I struggled."

"Instead of staying here, like you..."

"Until death."

"The world needs to change, the Terrans need change, the city of sin... Change is also needed. ”

Yu Mo said seriously, and bowed deeply to the old man in his wheelchair again: "You may be a benevolent person who cares about the world, or you may be a demon with heinous crimes, I don't know about these, but the city of sin can maintain stability, you... Great work. ”

"But sometimes, seeking stability is just a slow death."

"If it ends up, it's going to be death..."

"I hope that the death will be vigorous and have some backbone."

"If you give the demon clan another hundred years, a thousand years..."

"Terran, I can't afford it."

As the sound ended, Yu Mo turned his head and waved his hand at the time in the distance.

Time manipulated the wheelchair and walked into the inner city.

The old man sat on the stone bench and did not speak for a long time, and even his body remained motionless, like a sculpture.

It wasn't until a long time had passed that the old man sighed softly, got up tremblingly, turned his head to look in the direction of time, and then disappeared into the distance.