"I thought he was going to sneak up. Liao Chutian said. There was a hint of regret in his tone for some reason.

"It's not time yet. Ink Knife said. As the man entered the crystal wall, the Inkknife saw something in his hand. I think it's a hidden weapon.

The man was already on guard in his heart, and if that time the man outside made a sneak attack, he would be the one who would be killed. This is also the reason why Liao Chutian regrets it.

Without stopping, the ink knife walked deeper into the corridor, where there was nothing he needed.

"Wait for me. Liao Chutian said, following the ink knife.

On the way, Liao Chutian was puzzled. In his eyes, the ink knife was already inhuman. Apart from immortals, Liao Chutian couldn't think of anyone else who could be the opponent of the ink knife. Even if it was the only person he respected, Liao Chutian didn't think it could be better than the ink knife.

But why did Modao come here to look for immortal treasures? Liao Chutian didn't understand.

Suddenly, a thought crossed his mind. "Could it be that his target is immortals?"

Liao Chutian shook his head violently.

Others may not know the horror of immortals, but Liao Chutian knows very well, because he belongs to that organization, the only organization whose ultimate goal is to fight against immortals.

"If his target is really immortal ......," a thought quietly rose from Liao Chutian's heart.

After a long time, the ink knife walked to the end of the corridor.

There is also a crystal wall there, and behind that wall is a cave.

The cave was so small that you could see the end at a glance.

At the end of the cave was a stone platform, square, like a tombstone in front of a tombstone. And above that 'tombstone' was a gray dilapidated wooden box.

The wooden box did not flicker brightly, nor did it hang in mid-air. It was as if someone had thrown it there at will, lying quietly on the stone tablet.

Seeing it, I believe that no matter who it is, they will not care about this dilapidated wooden box.

It's just that this is a river and lake after all, and the people here are not too stupid after all. Although the wooden box looks ordinary, since it can be in this immortal pagoda, it must be extraordinary.

Then why didn't anyone take it?

Because the wooden box was surrounded by bones, and the bones were like a mountain, almost filling the cave. This may be the reason.

The ink knife stared at the wooden box, feeling the strong fluctuations of immortal power, and the ink knife was almost certain that the contents were exactly what he needed right now.

Although the corpses and bones in it are like mountains, although the immortal power fluctuations are as strong as the immortal king and the immortal master. But the ink knife did not hesitate at all, and walked towards the crystal wall.

"You ......" Liao Chutian looked at the back of the ink knife, he wanted to persuade the ink knife to turn back, but he couldn't say it in the end, he knew that the ink knife would definitely not listen to his persuasion.

"I hope you don't die inside. Liao Chutian silently prayed for the ink knife in his heart. Liao Chutian was a friend of Modao, and he made such a decision from the first time they met.

Liao Chutian didn't even know why he made this decision, but he never regretted it......

Finally, the back of the ink knife disappeared behind the crystal wall. Liao Chutian looked around, chose a wall with a long sword hanging from it, and also walked in.

After the ink knife walked into the crystal wall, he suddenly saw the scenery in front of him. The cave vanished, replaced by a large farm yard with several broken wooden stakes in the middle of it.

At this time, a man and a woman were going back and forth around the stake, fists and feet.

The man was a burly man with short hair and a grim face. A pair of arms whirring in the wind, as if there is a tendency to collapse the mountain, and like the Hanjiang River retrograde. It's just that although his momentum is fierce, his attack is unusually slow, as if he deliberately wants to let it.

The woman was thin and weak, and her long hair fell haphazardly. She looked about thirty years old, but her face was still beautiful, and there were some traces of wind and frost in her eyes, which made her even more charming.

At this time, the woman was chasing and beating the man, although she was thin and weak, but her speed was unusually fast. The steps under your feet flicker, and you can show your skills. The man who hit him for a while was powerless.

Suddenly, I saw that the man's back was marked with white palm prints.

But it's not that the woman is ferocious, or that she used some strange martial arts. Rather, the woman had white flour on her hands.

Not only that, but the woman had an apron tied around her waist and seemed to have been cooking.

Looking at the two people in the courtyard, the ink knife was stunned for a while. It's just that the faces of those two people are too familiar, so familiar that even after thousands of reincarnations, the ink knife can't forget them.

"You kid wait for me!" the man who was being chased suddenly said to the ink knife, and there was a fierce flash in his eyes.

"You dare to threaten people!" the woman said, slapping the man in the back again.

"If you don't stop, I'm serious!" the man threatened.

"Do you think I'm afraid of you?" said the woman, her move suddenly changing, and the beginning was slow.

"Stop! I'll admit defeat!" the man immediately said when he saw the woman change her moves.

"Hmph!" The woman snorted coldly: "Look at how dare you bully Mo'er in the future." After the woman finished speaking, she walked up to the ink knife, her eyes full of concern. "Mo'er, let's go eat. ”

"Mother?" Modao stared at the woman in front of him.

"Mo'er, what's wrong with you?" the woman asked puzzled, looking at the ink knife.

"It can't be that I was beaten stupid by Lao Tzu. The man smiled and walked over to the ink knife.

"Father?" Inkknife turned to look at the man.

The excitement could no longer be suppressed, and the body of the ink knife began to tremble slightly, and tears came out of his eyes.

"Mo'er, don't scare Mom. What the hell is wrong with you?" the woman asked nervously.

"The ...... I guess I'm really stupid. The man whispered.

"If something happens to Mo'er, I'll tear you apart!" The woman's voice suddenly became sharp, like a tigress, and there was no longer the slightest joke in her eyes.

Listening to the woman's words, the man shuddered unconsciously.

Modao looked at them deeply, he knew, knew that all this was just an illusion, but this illusion was too real, so real that Modao didn't want to believe that all this was just an illusion.

The woman was still comforting Modao, and the man stood aside and didn't dare to say a word.

Finally, the ink knife calmed the excitement in his heart and wiped away the tears on his face.

"I'm fine. A childish voice came out of the mouth of the ink knife, and only then did the ink knife notice that he had become a child.

"Is it really okay, do you feel uncomfortable in anything?" the woman asked.

"It's really fine. I was just...... I miss you so much......" Ink Knife said, tears almost coming out of his eyes again.

"Silly boy, haven't we been here all along. The woman smiled and picked up the ink knife and gently scraped the ink knife on the nose with her hand.

"Mom and Dad, what are you doing?" a muffled child's voice came from inside the house, following a girl out. The girl was about six or seven years old, and she was holding two buns in her hand, her mouth was bulging, and she was talking indistinctly, and it seemed that there was another bun in her mouth.