"Yang Yibu, you can see me if you go fifty miles" Just as Yang Yibu was looking at this small world, an old voice came out.

Fifty miles of land is just a matter of lifting his legs for Yang Yibu now.

A few minutes later, Yang Yibu saw a thatched hut, in front of which there was a small table with a pot of wine, two wine cups, and two small tables on the side of the small table, and on one of the small tables sat an old man who was very old and pale and looked like a dead corpse.

"Sitting" saw Yang Yibu approaching, and the old man stretched out his hand like a chicken claw and pointed to the empty small table.

Yang Yibu did not excuse or speak, he sat down, grabbed the wine jug on the small table and poured himself a glass of wine, picked up the wine glass, raised his head, and drank it with a "goo-dong".

"Good wine" Yang Yibu put down the wine cup, pulled up his sleeves, wiped his lips, and praised loudly.

"It's good wine, don't have another glass," the old man also poured a glass of wine and drank it, and then he glanced at Yang Yibu with blank eyes and said.

"Good," Yang Yibu poured a glass of wine from the flask, tilted his head and drank it.

"Anyway, I have to accompany you for a drink, it's really good wine" The old man waited until Yang Yibu put down the wine cup, muttered, grabbed the wine jug and filled it for himself, then raised his head and drank it.

"Do you still want to drink a cup" The old man who drank the wine in the cup glanced at Yang Yibu with his godless eyes.

"Yes, I'd like to have a drink," said Yang Yib, filling himself with another glass and drinking it.

"You've drunk three cups, I've only had two, it's not fair," the old man muttered and filled himself with another cup and drank it.

"Isn't this scene a little familiar, Yang Yibu" three cups of wine down, and the old man suddenly came to a hook.

"Click" seemed as if something was shattering in Yang Yibu's body, and a bolt of lightning crossed Yang Yib's mind.

Yang Yib tried his best to grasp something, but in the end it was in vain, but Yang Yib was sure that this scene was extremely familiar, and for some reason, Yang Yib's eyes were full of tears.

"It's very familiar, but why can't I remember anything? What have I forgotten?" Yang Yibu looked at the old man in a daze, a few small tables, a wine jug, a wine cup, and a tear dripping from the corner of his eye.

What's wrong with me, after a long time, Yang Yibu stretched out his hand and wiped the corners of his eyes.

"It's really like, it's exactly the same" A weak smile crept up the corner of his eyes in the old man's desolate words.

"Who are you, what do you know? Can you tell me?" Before he knew it, Yang Yib had used an honorific title on the lonely old man, and asked a series of questions.

"What my name is, it's been too long for me to remember, but if you make me think about it, I'll remember what my name is."

The old man glanced at Yang Yibu, then slowly closed his eyes, muttering as his voice became more and more indistinct.

The old man seemed to be asleep, motionless, muttering from time to time.

Yang Yibu didn't disturb the old man, he just sat quietly opposite the old man, his eyes staring at the old man's face for a moment.

Although Yang Yibu didn't remember anything, there was a kind of warmth rising in his heart, as if this old man was closely linked to his fate and his closest relative.

Yang Yibu looked at the old man's face fixedly, and he wanted to reach out and touch the old man's cheek, which was like dead tree bark.

But in the end, Yang Yibu still suppressed the desire to reach out and touch, but just casually asked, and another tear slipped from the corner of his eye.

The boy has tears and does not flick, only because it is not time to be sad.

"What's wrong with me," Yang Yib asked himself softly in his mind, and at the same time he was trying to think of something.

"Remember, my name is Yin Wuliang, my name is Yin Wuliang......" A faint light flashed in the old man's eyes, but it was instantly annihilated, and the old man repeated it over and over again.

"Yin Wuliang, Yin Wuliang......" Yang Yibu muttered the name in his mouth.

"It's a familiar name, it's a familiar name to the bones, but why can't I remember it? I must have heard it somewhere, otherwise I wouldn't be so familiar, is it a past life? or this life?"

When Yang Yibu muttered the name, Mo Ming's body trembled slightly, as if he was crying inside.

"How so, how so, what the hell have I forgotten?" Yang Yib roared loudly in his mind.

"Yang Yibu, the road ahead is vast and dangerous, you have to take care," the old man said like a dream.

"Senior Yin, can you tell me why the aura of heaven and earth on the earth is depleted, and what is the reason for the great changes in heaven and earth."

Yang Yibu forcibly suppressed the infinite sadness that surged in his heart, looked at the old man in front of him and asked softly.

"Can't say, can't say, you know? Yang Yibu" The old man sighed helplessly, shook his head lightly and said.

"Why" Yang Yibu's eyes widened and he looked at the old man in confusion.

"Yang Yibu, the time has not yet come, don't be investigating, cultivate with peace of mind, I can only and only tell you that after the heaven and earth are unsealed, what you want to know, you will naturally know."

The old man's hoarse voice seemed very distant, as if it came from another dimension.

"When will the heaven and earth be unsealed?" Yang Yibu continued to ask.

"I don't know, it's just fast, at least a thousand years, at most three thousand years" The old man said softly to Yang Yibu, his hoarse and old voice was very light, as if he was afraid of disturbing something, and at the same time his voice gave people an ethereal feeling.

"Can you elaborate a little bit?" said Yang Yibu, looking at the old man wistfully.

"No, don't say," the old man's voice seemed ethereal, as if the words were not coming from his mouth, but pouring into Yang Yibu's mind from all directions.

Yang Yibu lowered his head and pondered quietly, in his heart, he really wanted to know the reason for the depletion of the earth's spiritual energy, and there was no doubt that the old man in front of him was one of those who knew about it.

If it is put on the past or someone else's body, Yang Yibu will definitely use all kinds of means, even if he uses force to pay a huge price, Yang Yibu will get everything he wants to know from his mouth.

But in the face of this old man named Yin Wuliang, Yang Yibu couldn't afford to have a little bad thoughts about the old man in his heart.

"Can you invite me to a cup of wine" Since Yang Yibu couldn't afford to do something to the old man, he didn't bother, but changed the topic.

"There is no wine, the small half-pot of wine left over from thousands of years ago is only enough to pour six glasses, you drank three cups, I drank three cups, and it was gone."

The old man's old and hoarse voice was like a dream, and it was ethereal.

"Did the old man invite me into your little world just so that I could drink three glasses of wine?"

Until now, Yang Yibu still hadn't figured out why the old man wanted to let himself into his little world.

"Yes and no," the old man replied softly to Yang Yibu's question.

"Can you explain it clearly" Yang Yibu heard it covered by clouds and fog, so he had to continue to ask.

"Yes, it's just to invite you to drink three glasses of wine, isn't it that you're old, a little nostalgic, a little lonely, just want to find someone to come in and chat" The old man still answered Yang Yibu's question in very light words.

"I hit your door and hit the black hole, he was swallowed by the black hole, I don't know if he is dead or alive," Yang Yibu said to the old man.

From the moment he entered this small world, Yang Yibu wanted to see what kind of cultivation the old man had, but no matter which method Yang Yib used, he couldn't see what kind of cultivation the old man had

If you want to say that the old man is a person who has no cultivation, he doesn't want to believe it when he kills Yang Yibu, if the old man is just an ordinary person, how can he live alone in this small world and live for tens of thousands of years.

"Yang Yibu, in front of me, don't play tricks, because I am immune to your scheming, before you came in, I said that this disciple of mine is destined to have this fate."

The old man looked at Yang Yibu and muttered, although his voice was still hoarse.

"If my husband has nothing else to do, does it mean that I can leave here?"

Yang Yib stood up and said.