Three days later, Yi Heng appeared at the gate of the mountain, looking at the gradually closing clouds, and sighed in his heart.

It came out again two years later, but now it's many times more powerful than when I first went down the mountain.

Standing against the rising sun, overlooking the mountains.

The robe swayed in the mountain wind, and the shadow of the well-proportioned figure of about seven feet on the ground seemed to move with the wind.

The sturdy round face has become emaciated, the scars on the face have long disappeared under the smear of the healing saint pill, and the little light emitted by the dark eyes under the thick eyebrows looks light but confident.

The clouds and mist fluttered under my feet, and from a distance, I felt like I was out of dust.

But then a strange cry broke the fairyland.

After hearing his strange sound, he jumped down the mountain and leaped away, just like he did back then.

Leaving the mountain gate, out of the mountain, only to find that the four seasons in the mountain gate are like spring, but I don't realize it, and at this time there is snow fluttering outside the mountain.

At a glance, the sky and the earth are white.

As soon as Yi Heng activated his aura, he didn't feel cold, chose the direction, and flew away.

A month later, a path that had not been set foot for a long time was covered by shrubs and weeds on both sides.

A Taoist priest walked slowly along the path.

The snow was still falling, but it didn't stop the priest from walking.

Along the way, the Taoist priest's face became more and more sad.

This is exactly what Yi Heng after coming down the mountain, and coming here is like being driven by the soul, and this sudden sadness is even more inexplicable.

Suddenly, he stopped walking and looked at the bushes under the path on the left.

That night, I slipped and fell here, rolled several times in the bushes, and fainted with fright.

That night when the soul passed through the other world, it was here that I crossed over, entered my mind in the bushes, and was reborn by chance.

For a moment, he seemed to go back to the past, and his mind was in a trance.

Looking up ahead, a forest of weeds appeared in front of me.

What about home, what about parents and sisters?

He couldn't help but step into the weedy forest.

The ruins and bricks on the ground gradually increased, and the white bones that were frequently stepped on made the sound of brushing.

But he walked more and more urgently, as if he were going home, along the familiar road, in the sparse woods, left and right.

Finally stop in one place.

All that was left in front of him was a half-collapsed wall, covered in snowflakes of weeds, but he could still tell where his room was.

Tears naturally remained, and he suddenly fell to his knees.

When I close my eyes, I think of scenes from my childhood.

"Dad, does your injury still hurt?, mother, don't cry, Heng'er will protect you when you grow up, and fight a lot of beasts." ”

"En, my mother doesn't cry, our Heng'er is the best. ”

"Sister, come quickly, there are a lot of wild vegetables here. ”

"Little brother, go slowly, don't fall, wait for sister!"

......

Yi Heng, who was kneeling, forgot the pain as if he didn't know the gravel under his knee.

"Heng'er, run quickly, don't look back, remember not to look back. ”

In a panic, he ran out of the village along the path, only to hear a shout of killing in his ears, and he was so frightened that he stumbled and rolled into the bushes and passed out.

When I woke up, I finally looked back at the village.

The firelight and the shouts of killing were imprinted in my mind, and the scenes of time and place overlapped here.

Yi Heng, who was kneeling, suddenly felt a sharp pain in his mind, and collapsed to the ground.

In the Purple Mansion, the face looked like Yi Heng's villain sitting upright, and there was a tumbling in the chaos, and a translucent villain slowly appeared.

The vague facial features had a sad look, but then they floated towards the villain who was sitting upright, and when they came to their side, they seemed to be a little reluctant.

The sitting figure couldn't wait, and with a gesture of his hand, the translucent figure floated into his small body and merged with him.

The villain who sat upright kept pinching his fingers, and after a while, his body became bigger, as if he had eaten some supplement, and his slightly clear facial features also had a happy expression.

In the early morning, the snow stopped, and the little ones in the woods began to chirp out to feed.

Yi Heng, who fell to the ground, suddenly moved, and then opened his eyes.

He rubbed his head with both hands, then sat up, surprised to see his soaked clothes.

"Where am I? Wasn't I still on the path yesterday?How did I get here?This should be the location of Yijiazhuang?" He looked around suspiciously.

"How am I going to sleep here? Shouldn't I wake up when I'm young?"

Countless questions popped up, but no one could answer.

Holding back his confusion, he stood up and stretched out.

Suddenly, I felt a lot more refreshed than before, as if I had gained freedom, and I no longer felt like I was under pressure in my soul as before.

"If you don't understand, it's time to do something, and the sky is far away from here. ”

Along the way he came, he leaped away again, and faded away until he disappeared into the sky, leaving behind only the ruins, which no one will remember again.

What made him strange was that since that night, he had not been urged by his soul at that time.

"Could it be that the gossip plate is wrong again?"

When I entered the Purple Mansion, my first feeling was that I found that the villain had grown a lot.

If it used to be 30% larger than it was at the beginning, now it is more than half larger than the original.

The facial features are much clearer than before, and it looks like a miniature version of Yi Heng.

"What's going on?" Yi Heng felt a little surprised.

Could it be that what happened that night?

But then, he only had surprises left, and his soul was strong again, which was a great thing, his cultivation speed was faster, and his spell casting speed was faster.

Looking at the gossip plate floating in the Purple Mansion with joy, there is no change, delicate and heavy, and it is still so mysterious.

"I want to hold it in my hand and take a closer look, what is this gossip plate, but how to get it?"

As soon as he thought of this, the villain in the Purple Mansion waved his hand, and the gossip plate disappeared.

And Yi Heng, who was sitting in the cave, looked at the gossip plate floating in front of him in surprise.

"This can really be taken out. ”

Stretch out your hands and stroke the palm-sized gossip plate.

The yin and yang pattern in the middle is so clear, and the eight characters on the side are so familiar.

Feeling the coldness that came, he was ecstatic, knowing that with it, he would definitely be able to go further on the road of cultivating immortals, maybe he could really wait for that day.

The day I was able to live to the day I was in my previous life, and I was able to see my parents.

And this is the purpose of cultivating immortals.

"This gossip must be an artifact, and it is already clear that it can warn and gather aura, but it would be better if it could attack and defend. He thought expectantly.

However, they all need the support of the soul, and when you think of the soul, you might as well try it.

The villain in the Purple Mansion ran the exercises, and a stream of soul power was injected into the gossip plate along the little hand, and then waved his hand.

Yi Heng in the cave saw the gossip suddenly fly forward, and the target was a big stone a hundred zhang away.