At the top of the main peak of Tianbei, there is a monk drinking tea under the tree.

The monk was no longer a monk many years ago, but he was always bareheaded, wearing an old green robe with patches, and gently blowing the hot tea in the cup with his mouth.

"That kid doesn't look like you back then?" the white-bearded old man stood on the edge of the cliff and watched the sea of clouds surge and calm down.

The monk took a sip of tea slowly, "Is that really the person?"

Li Chun turned to look at him, "I can't see any loopholes, its sword intent is so powerful that even I am shocked." It's only twenty years......"

"Nine hundred and ninety-six years. The monk is not angry and self-righteous on weekdays, but when he frowned at this time, he looked hideous and terrifying. "If Master's prophecy is true, we only have four years left. ”

"He hasn't shown up yet?"

"Ever since I entered the Grandmaster realm, the Master has never appeared in the world again. The monk shook his head helplessly.

Li Chun was silent for a long time. "Wang Liangsi, for so many years, I have always thought that you were the chosen person...... Seven hundred years ago, he relieved the confusion in my heart, guided me the way, accepted you as a disciple, helped you start a sect, and even provoked the continuous war in the world for many years, and the rain drenched the white bones and blood stained the grass...... Isn't it all about fighting against the destiny of his mouth?"

The monk shook his head, "Although I have been in contact with Master for the longest time, I have never been able to guess what he wants to do. He calculated the beginning and end of this millennium, and seemed to be desperate to enter the next millennium. ”

"Can you just wait?" Li Chun lowered his head and looked at his feet, and chuckled: "Heaven is going to cut my way." ”

The head of Tianbei, who was born in Buddhism but turned to kendo, carefully cleaned the ancient tea set left by his master, and his brows gradually stretched, "If not, how wonderful the next thousand years will be, we can wait and see." ”

Thunder erupted between the clouds surrounding the top of the mountain, and suddenly it was empty again.

A drop of rain fell on the boy's face, and the boy who seemed to be asleep suddenly woke up, and he couldn't tell whether the bizarre pictures he had just seen were hallucinations or dreams.

There was some confusion in my mind, but the grass and trees in the mountains were unusually green.

Zhang Yusheng sat up from the soft grass and ran back to the sword hall to prepare for the rain. The mountain road was silent, and the boy ran alone, and suddenly met a personable fellow brother next to a clear stream.

The senior brother nodded to him, still standing alone, as if he didn't care at all about the gradually dense raindrops, nor did he care about this simple young man. A white dress dances in the wind, like an immortal descending into the world.

Zhang Yusheng did not stop after returning the salute perfunctorily, and he didn't care about this famous senior brother, he just felt that he was not stupid to stand in the rain like this.

The mountain rain brought a gust of fresh wind, which came from a thin old man.

Twenty-year-old Gong Lingyu stood by the stream and had a conversation with the old man, and the countless secrets of the world were revealed between their questions and answers, as if a chessboard was spreading.

"Do you have a wish?" asked the old man at last, looking particularly in a good mood.

Gong Lingyu raised his head and looked at the heavenly canopy that had existed for countless years, and did not answer, and did not have to answer.

"Do you think I can't do it?" the old man laughed, the deep wrinkles on his face deepened, and after a few breaths, he nodded playfully, "You're right, I really can't do it, after all, I've lived too long...... Li Chun is even more unlikely, he has chosen my path and is following my previous path...... Wang Liangsi, that guy barely has some hope, and look, he still has a lot of time. ”

This old man commented so wantonly on the world's recognized number one and two people in the world, but if anyone knew his true identity, they would not think it was wrong in the slightest, because he was the pioneer of this era of cultivation, and no one in the world was more qualified than him when it came to cultivation.

Gong Lingyu shook his head.

"Then why are you still alive?" he asked, expressionless.

The old man's laughter became more and more rampant, and the laughter covered the mountain rain, and as long as he was still in this world, he did not have the slightest scruples. "That is the faith of my generation, just as yours is. The old man stretched out his hand, and despite being separated by a mountain stream, that hand still landed on Gong Lingyu's shoulder. Gong Lingyu frowned slightly, either because he had no ability to dodge at all, or because he hated that dry wood-like hand. He knew that he was no match for the old man at all, unless he was given another hundred years.

This is not hubris. It only takes a hundred years, and Gong Lingyu is confident that there is no one in front of the sword today.

"You're still too weak, and you woke up so late, I don't know how much memory of your previous life remains?" the old man leaned into Gong Lingyu's ear and whispered, "So it's definitely up to you to resist your fate, so that the world can continue for another thousand years." ”

When the old man sensed the entry of this young man from the palace family, he was almost crazy with surprise.

He has been practicing for a long time, but he has never touched the threshold of the fairy realm. He had calculated the end of the millennium, and had found a solution from the ruins of the old era, but unfortunately he couldn't complete it at all—he could not complete it at all—he would enter the immortal realm and ascend away, or repay the cause and effect with the death of a half-immortal realm cultivator.

In the old era, the martial arts were prosperous, so they survived the first day of destruction, and finally perished on the second day of destruction—no one cultivated to the Immortal Realm, or no master of the Immortal Realm was willing to repay the Heavenly Dao with his life—they all chose to ascend.

This is the old man's speculation, and it is very likely to be the cruel reality.

As for the third millennium and the third day of destruction, the old man had never found a single scaly claw on them, and perhaps no era had ever been successfully entered.

Before Gong Lingyu entered the world, the old man had already decided that the new era would end bitterly on the first day of destruction, because he was sure that he was the only cultivator in the world who had entered the semi-immortal realm, and he did not intend to repay the damn cause and effect for the world—the old man would rather let everyone in this era be buried for himself!

And then a person who could perfectly replace him turned out. Although Gong Lingyu's current realm is not even the Grandmaster realm, he is the reincarnation of a real immortal! The old man had seen the name Gong Lingyu in the historical records left over from the old era, a Tianzhong wizard who had practiced for a hundred years and entered the semi-immortal realm and was invincible in front of him after two hundred years—as long as he was killed when the day of destruction came, the cultivation world would be free for a thousand years.

"Don't worry, you still have four years to go. I have watched you for twenty years, and I am very satisfied, and I have decided to let you live a few last few years more clearly and happily......" The old man left with a sincere smile on his face.

Gong Lingyu stood by the stream and remained silent for a long time, his white clothes had already been completely wet by the rain.

The rain was pouring down, but he was thinking about a problem that he had not talked about with the old man.

A thousand-year-old half-fairyland, another thousand-year-old fairyland, and the next year before that...... Death and Ascension......

Some fragmented memories......

The young cultivator looked at the canopy above his head, which was blocked by layers of clouds, and muttered, "You're picking some people, right?"

"I kind of understand what kind of world this is......"

"What kind of world is there?"

Lightning.

Zhang Yusheng failed to run back to the Sword Hall in the end, and his face was hit by cold raindrops. Hiding under a mountain pavilion and sneezing and sneezing and cursing the damn sky, I sometimes felt as if I had forgotten something. It doesn't matter anyway.

The rain was unusually violent.

Suddenly, a white-clothed senior brother rushed into the mountain pavilion, his clothes were stuck to his body by the rain, his hair was soaked, and he was as embarrassed as himself.

Zhang Yusheng stretched out his hand and pointed at the poor Gong Lingyu and laughed, laughing particularly childishly.

Then he was kicked out of the mountain pavilion by Gong Lingyu.