In the past, I went back, and the willows followed.

Now I think about it, the rain and snow are falling.

The way is slow, thirsty and hungry.

My heart is sad, and I don't know how to mourn.

The waves on the infinite waves occur from the silent, and the waves are endless.

The tide of the sea is bursting, swinging cascading waves, the so-called Lan person, the sea fog is also, the gray fog is misty, when you look carefully, the wisps are full of chaos.

A round of jade mirror, a leaf boat.

Wuxin Zhenren and Su Musha sat at the head of the boat, and they didn't know how many years had passed.

The two walked side by side, but they both pursed their lips, silent, and looked at the sea in front of them in a daze, the water waves were like a residual mirror, reflecting the hideous and terrifying faces of the two.

I think it's been a lot of years.

The bright yellow robe of the heartless real person can no longer see the true appearance of the past, and there is no trace of purple and gold.

This robe was once infused with many prohibitions, Taoist rules, and magic circles that had been refined by unintentional real people in the past.

It was a Dao Thought that the Dao Monarch had once spent his whole life.

Now everything has been lost in the years.

The precious and precious fairy silk thread also lost its aura, and pieces of ragged silk threads were draped on the body of the unintentional real person.

Looking at the figure of Wuxin's real person again, when I look at it again today, it is really difficult to say that this is still a person.

Heartless Taoist rickets are powerful.

He has been kneeling for an unknown number of years, and the crystal jade bones he cultivated in the past years have long been deformed.

The Taoist is thin and not the same.

It was just a twisted bone, covered with an old skin with mottled marks.

There were only a few strands of withered white hair on the top.

This is not like the Daojun who practiced in the past, but more like an old skinny monkey who has lost his hair.

On the other side, on the Flying Immortal Boat, Su Musha was a little better.

Even though the qi and blood are withered, and the skin is shriveled.

But fortunately, the fishing rod hung straight into the sea, and often the Qi of that time turned into a gray fish and flew out, and it did not enter the Su curtain to cover the body.

If you look closely, the gray fish often has a wisp of chaos in its mouth.

In the past, the white wolf that was refined into the white demon wolf skin of the Daojun, and the gray robe that was refined into the immaculate heavenly clothes in the past, have not been eroded in the years, but because of the gray fish, the wisps of chaotic Qi, they have undergone inexplicable evolution.

It's like ...... It is as if it has been refined in the years, and it is necessary to create a truly extraordinary thing.

Even the Flying Immortal Boat is like this, the red color of Su Mu's blood refining in the past has gradually faded, restoring the true appearance of this innate magic weapon, and further in the nourishment of time and chaos.

Above the treasure is extraordinary, and there are many more great robes and robes.

After all, the heel of the magic weapon is extraordinary, it is a treasure that comes out of the same heaven and earth, contaminated with the yin and yang of the open sky, and is born out of chaos.

It's just that all this is no longer in Su Musha's heart.

Or to be more precise, Su Musha has forgotten everything, including the Tao, the magic weapon, and the cultivation......

His beard and hair were all white, and his cloudy eyes were closed, and he didn't know how long it had been.

But out of thin air, there was a strange wisp of Dao rhyme hanging over Su Musha's body.

It is a unique opportunity and rhyme that the people of the three ancients, and even the great powers, flock to.

It is impossible to say that the ancient sages once had a strong name - sit and forget.

Forget and live forever.

......

Even in the chaos, there is no going up and down, there is no Sumeru time, but the years still quietly eliminate everything that exists in the vast waves.

These stupid and silent two people are not far from death.

Suddenly, the sound of dry bones rubbing and breaking sounded one after another.

It was a heartless Taoist looking up and looking at Su Musha.

No matter how ordinary the action is, it makes the Heartless Daoist Spine Dragon, several broken bones collapse into powder.

The Daoist's rickety body became more and more distorted.

Those cloudy eyes also dimmed a little out of thin air.

"I ...... I am hungry. ”

The sound waves slowly rippled out, startling a gray mist, and after a while, everything disappeared into nothingness.

"Me too. ”

For a long time, Su Musha opened his mouth with difficulty, but from beginning to end, those eyes never opened.

"I'm hungry...... I'm going to starve to death......"

In the dim eyes of the Taoist, a little bit of brilliance began to shine.

It was a very strange look.

There was a sudden hot feeling surging in the Daoist's cold body.

The shining eyes stared at Su Musha's figure.

It was no longer a human look.

It was a dying lone wolf, following the lost man closely, waiting for the death of his prey.

"I'm hungry...... I'm going to starve to death......"

"Dead ...... What is Dead ...... Don't want to die ......"

Su Musha still didn't open his eyes, he was muttering softly, repeating the words of the unintentional Taoist, and he was puzzled.

The fishing rod that was lightly held in his hand suddenly shook violently.

It's like ...... Something took the bait.

It's like catching a dragon whale in the deep sea!

It's really a dragon, or rather, Su Musha has been fishing for a while!

This is the first time that Su Musha has pulled the fishing rod out of the sea.

In front of him, a wisp of yin was born, evolving into pure yang, and a yang was born, and there was a boundary.

When the realm is opened, the pure yang passes away and becomes visible, and the pure yang turns into light, fire, vitality, and the high heavens, and gives birth to pure yin.

Between the high sky and the thick earth, between the pure yang and the pure yin, the wisps of time were as shocking as a dragon whale and as bright as the sun, but they were tightly fished out of the chaos by the fishing rod in Su Musha's hand.

The Dao of the high heavens and the thick earth slowly sank into Su Musha's shriveled body.

The old figure was much fuller.

In the past, the bottleneck that trapped Su Musha was also eroded in pure yin and pure yang little by little.

In the end, only that wisp of time was held in the palm of Su Mu's hand.

The dragon whale that has turned into time is still struggling, and it keeps rolling, revealing two straight Dao talismans on the dragon's body.

That's good and evil......

When he looked at it again, beside Su Musha, there was only repeated smoke and dust, dissipating in the chaotic sea fog.

The flower blooms in an instant, and the jade is old for a thousand years.

The jade mirror has also turned into powder over the years and dissolved into the tide.

......

Su Musha continued to go on the road alone.

He waved his hand slightly, and the rod was lowered into the sea again.

There were waves slowly rippling again.

I don't know where in the chaos, the seven mulberries are still singing in a boat, driving tirelessly towards the place where he is going.

There was no one around, but the singing of the seven mulberries suddenly stopped.

He looked back in the direction he had come.

"Hahaha! Yes! Yes, Yes, I am not lonely, I am not lonely, but I still need your help!"

As he spoke, Qisang suddenly opened the folding fan in his hand and gently fanned it towards the cascading chaotic sea mist behind him.

When landing, there is a strong wind, and in the waves, there is an undercurrent surging.

Su Mushu didn't know all this, and he couldn't understand it, because of the light fan of the seven mulberries, he had changed his way forward.

He was just fishing in silence as before.

In this way, I don't know how many years have passed.

In the dead silence of the chaotic sea fog, Su Musha's voice suddenly came out.

"I'm hungry again...... Want to eat......"

When the words fell, the fishing rod in Su Musha's hand trembled slightly, and he opened his eyes and looked towards the sea in front of him.

He fished out another figure from the sea.