The Beibi Mountain is so big, the group left Bihu and continued to travel north, the terrain gradually rose, the climate became cold, and the frost covered the withered grass.

A middle-aged man wearing treasure armor under his robe walked at the front of the line, his face expressionless.

They traveled all the way from Bihu, first the blood and light soared to the sky, and then the mountains shook the ground, so that many people in this group were secretly speechless, such a momentum, I am afraid that even the great masters of the Heavenly and Human Realm will not be able to do it, could it be those immortal masters of the Immortal Realm who have made a move?

I don't know how long I walked, and suddenly it became clear that there was a quiet small lake in the depths of this northern mountain, different from Nabi Lake, the lake water was crystal clear, the bottom of the lake was paved with round and smooth pebbles, and the lakeside was a flat land, with green grass. The reason why the water here is clear is that there is a small stream connected to the small lake, and at the same time, there is a waterfall that pours down from the high mountain above the small lake, making the lake water become living water.

The middle-aged man stopped here, looked at the waterfall, and was silent.

A handsome-looking man with a bow came behind the middle-aged man and whispered, "General, will they really leave this place?"

The middle-aged man known as the "General" said slowly: "This is what the senior said, the senior is proficient in 'Ziwei Doushu' and 'Innate Gossip', and there will be no mistake in what he calculates." ”

Behind the man with the bow was a beautiful woman who also had a bow, and she said softly, "Why is the general sure that they can defeat the old man Tibet?"

The middle-aged man smiled: "Do you think that the phoenix gall will appear here, it's just a coincidence?"

The man and woman glanced at each other, their faces were worried, and they couldn't help but feel great awe of the general and the seniors in the general's mouth.

That's probably the last resort.

The middle-aged man calmly watched the waterfall fall in the cold pool, stirring up the white mist, thoughtful.

Since twenty years ago, he was fortunate enough to meet a senior, and then his life trajectory has changed dramatically, from a penniless mud leg to a number of big names in the rivers and lakes.

It's like being in a dream.

But it all happened so very well that he believed in the gentleman as if he were a god, and even more so in his words.

He took a few steps back, avoiding the diffuse mist, and at the same time allowing himself to better observe the small lake, and sighed, "The power of the sky is unpredictable. ”

At this moment, on a verdant old tree not far from the small lake, a group of black crows flew in, standing on the branches, "wow, wow" and screaming.

The crow symbolizes death and is the symbol of the Soap Pavilion Sect and the Yin-Yang Sect.

The middle-aged man turned his head to look at the crows and muttered, "The crows are chirping uneasily, it seems that it is really as Mr. expected, the wind direction has changed." ”

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An old man who seemed to know the age of the destiny of heaven struggled on the mountain road, holding a bamboo folded out of nowhere, which was used as a trekking pole, which was quite a bit of "bamboo cane and mango shoes are lighter than horses", but because of the long time, this bamboo battle has faded to cyan and turned into a withered yellow.

The old man walked neither fast nor slowly, letting the mountain breeze gently blow through his sideburns, and occasionally stopping to watch the scenery, very leisurely.

He thinks that he is not a motivated person, he can do one thing less, never do more things, and he is leisurely and comfortable all day long. But there is a saying that is really incisive, people in the rivers and lakes, and they can't help themselves. Sometimes, you don't want to do a lot of things, but things come to your door by yourself, and you can't refuse, how can this be reasonable.

It would be nice if my brother was still here.

He's a senior brother, and these things should have been his.

It's a pity that the senior brother who is stronger than him everywhere actually went one step ahead of him, and I don't know if he is a jealous talent.

When people are old, they always like to reminisce about the past.

Back then, he and his brother worshiped under the master's door to learn art, and it was really an unforgettable time.

At that time, there were many old fellows who are no longer there, and everyone was still in their early twenties, even if the older ones were just the age of standing, and the younger ones were just teenagers.

Among these people, there was undoubtedly a young man named Situ Xuance who was the most dazzling, who had already set foot in the Nine-Fold Building of the Returning True Realm at a young age, and almost single-handedly took away all the brilliance of the entire sect. Therefore, whenever everyone was listening to the master's sermon with full attention, Situ Xuance, who had already made a name for himself in the sect, hid at the back of the crowd, holding a long sword and closing his eyes and pretending to sleep.

At that time, he was also very ignorant, seeing that Situ Xuance slept all day and did not learn swords, he followed suit, and then whenever the sect took the big exam, Situ Xuance, who slept all day long, was at the top of the list, and he could only rank at the bottom, inevitably being scolded and punished by the master, and being laughed at by his fellow brothers.

After that, he understood a truth, people are more popular than people, some people are born with extraordinary talents, others have to memorize things all night, he only needs to read them once and forget them, others want to practice things for a year or two, he may only need a month, so after that, he will give up the idea of comparison, and do his own thing with peace of mind.

Later, he stepped into the rivers and lakes, and it was from that time that the brothers began to leave one after another, some died in the hands of hostile sects, some died because of personal vendettas, some died in the rivers and lakes because they were not good at learning and art, some betrayed the master and were killed by their own people, some died from practicing and went crazy, some died in the competition for secret treasures, and some died in several battles in the rivers and lakes.

All kinds of ways to die, each with its own rivers and lakes, those who can survive are all lucky. Today's predecessors in the rivers and lakes have only survived to become predecessors.

In short, it is very appropriate to describe it as a big wave of sand, when you are young, there may be hundreds of brothers and sisters, and when you are old, there are still ten people left, which is also the reason why there are only a handful of old guys in the major sects.

Later, the senior brother also died.

In the rivers and lakes, it is one thing to rely on the mountain, and it is another thing to have your own ability, but it does not mean that with these two, you can sit back and relax. Sometimes, manpower is no match for days, and if you say you are dead, you will die.

As for how the senior brother died, he still doesn't know, maybe he was assassinated, or maybe it was some other reason, the master didn't say, and he didn't ask. Because he knew that the master didn't want to say it, and if he asked, it would be in vain, even if he knelt in front of the master and smashed his head, the master wouldn't say half a word.

Since the death of his senior brother, all his desire to win seems to have been completely wiped out overnight, he no longer set foot in the rivers and lakes, nor did he ask about the affairs of the master, he began to drink heavily, often drunk alone, in the eyes of many people, he became a complete waste, so there are many people who want to take advantage of this opportunity to fall into the grave for him. It was nothing more than humiliating him, after all, he also had some status in the division in the past, and now he felt that he had fallen into the mud from a height, so he wanted to step on it.

It's a pity that he did let go of a lot, but there was only one thing that he didn't put down, that is, the capital he had to settle down on the rivers and lakes, that is, a realm of cultivation, he was not stupid, he knew what could be put down, what could never be put down, so on a stormy night, he cleaned up those who were more and more unruly, and the corpses were neatly placed in the yard.

Afterwards, the master still watched coldly as always, without saying a word, he asked the body to be buried properly, and then no one disturbed his peace again.

Later, the master probably felt that he was not of great use, and successively accepted a few personal disciples, although they were nominal disciples, but in fact they were similar to his apprentices, and many things, the master was not willing to teach, so he was the senior brother's substitute.

Unconsciously, more than ten years have passed in a blink of an eye.

Those juniors and disciples have also grown up, but unlike him and his senior brothers, these juniors are fighting openly and secretly, but the master is happy to see it happen, so over the years, he has done some bad things for these juniors and brothers.

Thinking of this, the old man couldn't help sighing: "When you are getting old, you have to come to the rivers and lakes again, it's really hard work." ”