"Next, it's the story of the old man's disciple........" The old man suddenly smiled, and when he mentioned his disciple, there was pride in his tone.

This pride comes from his disciples, and this pride is also because of his disciples.

Perhaps many years ago, there was also a young scholar who was proud of the old man's youthful spirit. Perhaps, the young man at that time didn't understand why the scholar looked back at the splendor in his eyes whenever he traveled down the mountain.

The young people of the year did not know, but the old people of today finally do.

Because the young man back then also has the same light in his eyes now.

This is the light of expectation, because he knows that his disciple will definitely be better than the blue. The once young maniac and the ups and downs of the economy finally won over the blue.

Now, the glory of the youth is gone, in exchange for gray hair and old face. But there is still a constant. That's better than the original blue, and what you get is a brighter light.

It was the old man's disciple. Now, the old man already knew that his most proud disciple had stood at an extremely high level.

At this point, how he catches up, it is also untouchable. Because, in this life... He could no longer look for the way forward. I can only stand behind me and watch silently.

The desire in his heart is to see each other from afar. Even if it's just a glance, see how far he's grown. Just a glance, this was originally a wish that could not be achieved in this life, but now, it suddenly appeared.

The old man didn't know why he appeared here, but when he appeared here, he had already seen this young man in white wandering in his dream.

Just a glance, the heart was shaken. The old man didn't know why, but he saw a child here who had been worried about him even before he died.

Day by day, day by day. The young man who has always been confused has always been looked at by the old man.

The old man had always wanted to wake up this person who had sunk here, because he had already sensed that the state of the young man was wrong, and he had also sensed that the rotation of the world was not right.

The stillness of time, the return of time. Everything is incredibly weird. Even the old man who observed all this was himself.

It wasn't really heaven and earth, and the young man wasn't the man he knew. It's all in a nightmare. And he, but the nightmare itself?

Maybe, maybe not. If he can exist here, there must be a reason for his existence.

The old man didn't know what the reason was. But he knew that no matter what, he had to wake up for this young man who was not in his memory.

It wasn't until one night of wind and rain that the old man suddenly found that he could move.

He also didn't know why he was able to move, or how long it could move. But he knew that if he didn't show up now, maybe the young man would sink forever.

The old man didn't know how long he could last, but he also knew that his existence was not long away.

When he began to be able to move, an invisible incense quietly lit between heaven and earth.

This incense, although it is impossible to see. But the old man could clearly feel that a force was burning.

This power is the last remnant of his soul power, and once it is burned out, then it will be completely gone.

The old man didn't care that his soul was ruined, because he was a dying man.

How can a dead person be afraid of dying again?

He no longer belongs to this era, and the only thing he can do is to use his body as fuel to fuel the light in his eyes.

The old man's name is Gu Tianshu. It's for comfort, not for losing. The battle with the sky has never been lost.

In the past, he had ten buckets in the world.

Now he can just be scattered with the wind, one bucket after another.

The romance is gone, but in his heart, there are still ten buckets.

Is that... That man's continued fighting style!

The old man said slowly, telling the story to the young man in front of him.......

Who is enlightened and detached, watching the moon at night? Who is the road to the clouds and does not return home, and after that, he has not heard the answer. Who is it, all roads leading to the sky should be killed, and Danfu spiritual cultivation is the avenue.

The frost, wind, blood, and rain followed the chaos of the land, who added the elegance? The wind and the blood and the rain followed the chaos of the land, and it was all to him.

Who is it, the starlight and moon are full of peach blossoms, and I don't forget why I am concerned, and the concubine is long.

Who is it, the mountains and rivers listen to the wind and remember the snow ballads, and the grace and righteousness of Chenger are in charge of the world. Who is it, the way back is home, and the rain and clouds are all protected and worried.

And who is it.. burned out of vitality, all the immortals were killed at dusk, and the power of life and death was all his.

The figure of the old man is gradually fading, and the words are as light as a thin shadow.

When the words fell, the young man was full of tears. In my mind, heaven and earth are slaughtered.

Who is the young man's spirit, and the avenue is twists and turns. Who is it, frost, wind, blood, rain, and sin, adding to the elegance. Who is the sun like blood, life and death, the creation of heaven and earth, and the power is for him.

Who is it, all the love and arrogance belong to him?

The young man's whole body trembled, and his eyes were red like blood. He still didn't remember who he was, and he still didn't remember who this old man who was so familiar to the viewer was.

But he remembered who the old man was talking about.

That person... It's him. Young people don't know who they are, and they never experience much of the story. But the strong intuition in my heart pushes him.

Shouting to kill, wailing. The madness struck again, and there were corpses everywhere, and countless blood and water were seen approaching him from afar.

Close at hand, within easy reach.

At this moment, the invisible incense has been burned out. The old man's body became more indifferent. If it weren't for the red light from all directions of heaven and earth, I am afraid that it would have been impossible to see.

The old man shook his head and smiled, without any regrets. "Child, you are a dignified seven-foot man, come on, make your choice." ”

Between the words, the heavens and the earth shook. The young man's body was also shaken. Memories are churning, minds are exploding. The body involuntarily stretched out its hand.

A bloody hand, a white hand, touched together at this moment.

So, in an instant, the red mist rushed again.

In this world, only the old man is left alone, and after a while, the old man will also disappear, along with this predicament world that has begun to fall apart.

A long sigh.

"In the end, I still didn't hear you call the old man again. It doesn't matter, though, after all... The old man sees you again. ”

The words fell lightly, and there were two-colored birds not far away.

"Master ......."

There was a soft sound, then a plop.

Someone knelt on his knees and knocked his head three times at the old man.

The old man looked up and looked back sharply at the last moment. Looking back, he shook his head again.

"You... It's not Chu Cheng. It seems that it was you who injected this wisp of the old man's residual thoughts into this fantasy realm, for... It is to awaken him. ”

The man didn't look up, just nodded and said, "Although I am not Chu Cheng's own deity, I am also his doppelganger." Memories of the past remain in the mind. You are my master. ”

"It was I who performed the way of rebellion and chaos that brought back the light of the master, because the disciple... I can only think that you are the only hope that will awaken him. ”

The man looked up, tears welling up in his eyes.

The wind blew the sky cracked, and a strong wind howled.

When the old man saw this face clearly, the figure finally disappeared completely. But before this is gone, there is a gratifying and different color in the eyes.

"It turns out... It turns out ........"