"Whew"

After a long night's work, the old man withdrew his hands tremblingly and exhaled a breath of turbidity.

The old man looked at the young man in front of him and nodded with satisfaction.

At this time, the young man can already be called handsome, and his originally somewhat dark complexion has faded, replaced by skin that is a little whiter than that of a baby.

Under the white jade-like skin, the dark cyan blood vessels were clearly visible, the eyes were closed on the angular handsome face, and the black hair was draped over the shoulders wantonly.

A vague smile hung on the corner of the boy's mouth, his breathing was flat, and he was obviously still immersed in a dream, a sweet dream.

Compared with the vigor of the young man, the old man looks a little old. The burly figure, which could still be regarded as a few parts, became skinny, the eye sockets were deep, the eyes were yellow, and the eyes appeared cloudy and cloudy as an elderly person.

On the old man's head, not to mention the black hair, not even the white hair can be found, the rickety back is bent into a terrifying arc, and the skin of the whole body appears to be spotted and wrinkled, as if draped in a rag bag.

The old man's cultivation is no longer left, and the vitality supported by the cultivation is gradually draining, and he is dying.

As if feeling something, Yang Nanguan suddenly opened his eyes, not only did there be no blank color in his black and white eyes, but there was a flash of light, not at all like a person who had just woken up.

At this moment, the young man only felt that the world was a little brighter, and his eyesight was already excellent. Moreover, Yang Nanguan could clearly feel that he seemed to have inexhaustible strength, and his body was unprecedentedly light, as if he could go straight to the sky with a slight jump.

An indescribably large force lurked in the dantian, as if there was a volcano that could erupt at any time.

Yang Nanguan knew that it was the old man's lifelong cultivation.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw the figure in front of him that could still find a little resemblance to his memory, and tears welled up again, blurring the young man's vision again.

"Ah, Liu'er doesn't cry, Liu'er doesn't cry, and the man has to cry without flicking. ”

The old man raised his hand with difficulty and gently wiped away the young man's tears. The dry palms touched the boy's head gently, and took the boy into his arms, just like when he was a child, and put the boy to sleep.

Yang Nanguan gently half lay in the old man's skinny arms, resting his head on the old man's chest, listening to the old man's weak heartbeat, his heart was like a knife.

"Little Liu, remember to take that wood carving, go to Nanshao Peak of Huayang Sect, cough cough, dive down from the cold pool on the top of the mountain. ”

"When you get to the bottom of the pool, use this to open the mechanism, which has everything in my collection, cough, cough, cough, cough......"

"Also, after you run out, cough, cough, don't lose the wood carving, there's still something in it, you may use it in the future, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough ......"

"Hmm. ”

The old man spoke intermittently, and the young man took everything to heart, and answered softly, lest the sound be too loud and the old man would be like a candle in the wind.

Breathing a sigh of relief, the old man continued: "There is also the Heart Sutra to be practiced diligently, not slack, the Heart Sutra is called the Kaiyang Sutra, which is the foundation of the three styles of Kaiyang, and it can be said that it is one of the reliance for the teacher to walk the world, cough, cough, cough, cough cough......"

As he spoke, the old man suddenly coughed violently, as if he was about to cough out his lungs.

The young man hurriedly got up from the old man's arms, held the old man's crumbling figure with one hand, went around behind him, and put the other hand on the old man's back, transmitting the internal force that belonged to the old man back to his body, trying to hang the old man's life.

"Xiaoliu, don't, cough, as a teacher, he is a dying person, this internal force does not belong to you now, you use one point less. Ahem, ahem......"

"There is still some time for the teacher, you have to listen to the teacher, cough, cough. ”

As soon as the young man moved, the old man knew what he was going to do, and hurriedly said.

However, the young man ignored the old man's words, and constantly transmitted internal forces back to the old man's body in order to save his life.

"Little Liu, obedient, it's useless, the master can't live, stop it. ”

"Cough, cough, cough......"

The old man twisted his body violently, trying to get the young man's palm off his back, and the old hoarse voice was like a bellows pulling, with a little sadness in the "ho-ho" sound.

Seeing that the old man was really angry, Yang Nanguan had no choice but to stop. Gently grabbing the old man's thin body from behind him, leaning on his shoulder, the young man was silent.

Leaning on the thick and powerful shoulders of the young man, after a pause, the old man continued: "In the future, when you see someone who can't be beaten, run away, use the light skills taught by the master, and practice to the fullest, there should be few people in this world who can catch up with you." ”

"Cough, cough, that set of light skills is called Nine Steps of the Dragon, Three Steps of the Dragon, Six Steps of the Dragon, Nine Steps of the Dragon, Master hopes that after nine steps, the clouds will turn into a dragon. ”

"Cough, cough, in the end it's revenge, Master actually doesn't want you to report it, if you want to report it, you must have enough strength to go again, Master passed on your cultivation is still an empty shelf for you, don't act rashly. ”

"You have to remember that the most important thing is to live, cough, cough, cough, Master doesn't want to see you down too early, people live for a lifetime, just want to have a good mind, Liu'er, live well. ”

For everything the old man said, Yang Nanguan nodded silently and remembered every word in his heart. The master and apprentice just relied on each other quietly.

The old man seemed to have exhausted his strength from what he had just said, and he did not speak again for a long time.

After a while, listening to Yang Nanguan's powerful heartbeat, the old man hummed a little song that the young man was familiar with intermittently in a hoarse voice, and his voice gradually weakened......

At the end of the song, the old man used his last strength, looked up at the young man, and slowly closed his eyes with a smile.

The old man's breathing and heartbeat suddenly stopped, but the young man seemed to be unaware, just holding the old man's gradually cold corpse with empty eyes, and sat dumbfounded, regardless of the passage of time.

The scenes of getting along with the old man in the young man's mind were being played back bit by bit, and Yang Nanguan felt that his heart was very painful, very painful, very blocked, very blocked.

"Ahh

After sitting for more than an hour, the young man suddenly raised his head to the sky and roared, and the majestic internal force surged from the young man's body, breaking through the wooden house in an instant, and the planks were scattered and sawdust flew everywhere.

At the moment when the wooden house was broken, Yang Nanguan lay down on the old man's corpse, cried bitterly, used his body to block the falling wooden plank, and numbed the pain in his heart with the pain of his body.

For the first time, the young man who lost his loved ones in the real sense sobered up a little after venting, and remembered that he should let the old man be buried in peace.

Immediately, Yang Nanguan picked up the wooden plank on his body, stood up, gently put the old man's cold body aside, and dug a deep pit with his hands little by little in the place where the old man usually basks in the sun.

After the pit was dug, Yang Nanguan gently moved the old man into the pit and carefully lay it down, looking at the old man's smiling face, the young man said: "Old man, let's go!"

Slowly filling the pit with dirt and piling it up into a mound, the young man casually found a wooden board of moderate size, bit his index finger, and wrote a few large characters on the board with blood.

"The Tomb of the Teacher Li Dan"

"Unfilial Disciple Yang Nan Guanli"

After erecting the tombstone, the young man stuck it heavily on the mound and kowtowed respectfully three times.

After kowtowing, the boy still knelt in front of the mound, hot tears sliding down his face again.

The boy's kneeling is seven days. Except for getting up and looking for some food when he was really hungry, Yang Nanguan has been kneeling in front of the old man's grave.

In the past seven days, Yang Nanguan didn't know how many tears he had shed, but he knew that he would probably never shed this kind of thing called tears again in his life.

Seven days later, the boy got up, dug out the wood carvings from the wreckage of a pile of wooden houses, and placed them close to his body.

Immediately, the young man took one last look at the mound and resolutely went to the edge of the Camel Yang Valley, looking resolute.

The Central Plains Dynasty, I, Yang Nanguan, am here!