This stone staircase, which I don't know how many lives have been buried, is as docile as a puppy at his feet, shaking his head and waiting to be caressed.

He walked like this, his heart was like an ancient well without waves, without a single ripple.

Originally, he thought that he would be very nervous, but when he arrived at the mountain, he was very relieved.

He's like a wanderer back home, everything is so natural, as if it should have belonged here.

Finally, I don't know how long it was, at the end of the stone staircase, a slightly dilapidated house came into view.

Gently pushing the door, the familiar back that could not be more familiar was in the courtyard, as if he had not heard a sound, still looking at the wordless book in his hand.

"Lang'er, I'm back. He spoke, some old and tired voice tinged with joy.

"Master. Zhao Tianlang said.

As soon as he spoke, the sourness in his heart began to churn, and he couldn't suppress it, and the grievances of such a long time burst out in an instant.

Tears are like broken threads, and they can't be stopped.

"Forget how I taught you, men don't flick when they have tears. The back is still the same, but Zhao Tianlang's every move seems to be in his eyes.

The kindness in his eyes, Zhao Tianlang also seemed to see it with his own eyes.

He no longer hesitated, walked a few steps, and stood opposite him, staring intently at the man.

"Master, you're old. He whispered, adding a touch of sadness to his heart.

It's only been half a year, and the first longitudinal warrior seems to have passed decades, from the prime of life directly into his old age.

Although Zhao Tianlang was already mentally prepared, he was still taken aback.

He didn't know what he had experienced during this time, but he had come to this point, in his heart, the master was an immortal existence, and in this world, there was nothing that could let him get to this point.

He was like this from the time he was a child, until he came down the mountain.

His master didn't speak, just smiled slightly, stretched out his trembling hand, and wanted to pick up the teapot and pour Zhao Tianlang a cup of tea.

However, after several attempts, it was still fruitless, and the teapot seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, and it couldn't be picked up.

Zhao Tianlang hurriedly reached out and took it, poured two cups, the green smoke curled, and the fragrance of tea overflowed.

He picked it up and took a sip of it, leaving a fragrant taste in his mouth, and the taste was the same as before.

He drank this tea for ten years.

The master and apprentice sat like this, looking at the surrounding mountains, sometimes there was the sound of yo yo deer, there were birds fighting in the sky, the mountains and rivers were beautiful, it was really a good place.

At this time, Zhao Tianlang couldn't help but have the idea that it would be good to spend this life like this, regardless of the chaos in his world, any siege and land seizure, all of which had nothing to do with him.

Everything in Quzhou is like a big dream, and now that he wakes up, everything is as usual, and he is still the original Zhao Tianlang.

However, all this is destined to be impossible, what he has embarked on is a road of no return, as long as he is contaminated a little, there is no possibility of getting out.

Either win, become the co-master of the world, hold the ups and downs of the world in your hands, hold the power of life and death, and control the life and death of all souls.

Either you lose, you will become a corpse with dry bones, and you will die with no place to bury, and there is no other choice.

"Let's go back. Before he knew it, the sun was already setting in the west, and the first longitudinal priest spoke.

Zhao Tianlang hesitated, but still stood up and walked towards the stone staircase.

This walk may be the separation of yin and yang, and we will never see each other again.

Therefore, every step of the way was extremely difficult.

The first longitudinal warrior was still the same as last time, he didn't get up at all, and he didn't send him off.

When I was young, I always longed for the world under the mountain, where there were all kinds of flavors in the world, rolling red dust, chaotic people's hearts, and chaotic people and gods.

But now, looking back, he suddenly realized that when he was in the mountains, it was the most rare time in his life, carefree and happy.

The red dust will never end, but that man, those days, will never come back.

People are like this sometimes, and the word "blessing" is very correct when they are in the midst of blessings.

"Will we see each other again?" In the end, Zhao Tianlang couldn't help but turn around and opened his mouth to ask.

Although the answer was already in his mind, he still had a glimmer of hope that in him, anything was possible.

He is the number one in the world, almost a god's existence, in this world, as long as he doesn't want to die, no one can kill him.

"Why bother to say more, don't you already have the answer in your heart?" After a long pause, the first Zonghengshi said quietly.

Yes, I already have the answer in my heart, so why bother asking.

He had already avenged his mortality, so no matter how hard he tried, this battle would not change the outcome.

It seems useless, but Zhao Tianlang will never give up, even if there is only a 1 in 10,000 chance, even if there is no possibility, he still has to fight to the end.

This, isn't that exactly what you're taught?

Zhao Tianlang, as before, went on, although he was nostalgic in his heart, he never looked back.

As I walked, tears fell like rain, dripping on the stone staircase, and immediately seeped down, leaving only a single trace.

Just like he is with this barren mountain, people in this world, after a hundred years, no one is a pei loess, what about the princes and generals, what about the common people, death, may be the fairest place in this world.

In fact, life is like this, looking back, all the fame and fortune, high-ranking officials, you can enjoy it for only a hundred years, but in the rolling history, in millions, tens of millions, this thing can be nothing.

The world's No. 1 Zonghengshi didn't seem to have any waves, and he was the closest person to his disciple who had been with him for ten years.

But it's just the surface, who can he say to the bitterness in his heart, if he can, why doesn't he want to hug Zhao Tianlang fiercely, shushing the cold and asking for warmth.

However, none of this is possible, because they are not ordinary people.

Identity, sometimes it's a good thing, especially not necessarily.

For example, now, if he is not the first longitudinal warrior, why do you need to be like this, willing to suppress the feelings in his heart, and dare not take a second look, because his end is already doomed, and he doesn't want to add more sentimentality.

However, he didn't know that even if this was the case, the sorrow in Zhao Tianlang's heart would not be weakened by half a point, and it might even be more intense.

After going down the mountain, Zhao Tianlang went directly into the big tent, and didn't say a few more words to anyone, even if it was Fu Junqing, he was all closed.

Fu Junqing does not force it, in this world, it is difficult to have real empathy, even if it is parents and siblings.

Human beings are social animals, but each person is also his own independent individual, and some wounds can only be licked alone in the dead of night.

As the night passed, the sun rose in the east as usual, shining its light on every corner of the earth.

But whether it is extremely prosperous or barren, it is never stingy.

After a night, Zhao Tianlang went out, his face was calm, but the bloodshot in his eyes proved that he was sad last night.

At the same time, in his heart, he was already murderous.