Feng Zhijing looked at the ink paper written by the old man in the wooden house, and the familiar content in front of him reminded him of a legendary person, could it be that the old man in front of him was the person who moved the gods? Feng Zhijing walked to the opposite side, ready to confirm the old man's appearance. With just one glance, he knew he was right. He has seen his portrait many times, and he will not admit it, although the old man's appearance is much older than the portrait.

Feng Zhijing was excited to see the old man so closely, the old man was the person he admired the most, and he hoped that this dream would not be shattered so quickly. The old man still didn't seem to notice the existence of the wind stop, and finished his creation on his own. Feng Zhijing didn't bother, just looked at the old man's ink paper silently, every time the old man wrote a sentence, Feng Zhijing followed the silent recitation in his heart, and at first he couldn't keep up with the old man's speed, but then he slowly got used to it.

It was chaotic outside, but when the wind stopped and entered the house, he found that there was light in the small window. Watching the old man create, Feng Zhijing was very surprised, he didn't know if the real scene was what he saw now, such a huge work was actually written by the old man at such a speed. The wind stopped watching quietly, time was quietly passing, and it became dark outside the window again.

"Shenyuan Wangu Dao seeks the Tao, and the reincarnation of the world is just young. ”

When Feng Zhijing saw the old man write this sentence, he knew that the old man had finished writing. The old man put down the pen, raised his head, and hurriedly saluted.

"The student Feng Zhijing has seen Master Cen. ”

Feng Zhijing bowed very respectfully, Master Cen has always been his role model, in his eyes, even those legendary soul gods are not as good as Master Cen.

Master Cen didn't seem to see the wind in front of him, his eyes stared ahead, as if he was thinking about something. Suddenly, it was like daylight outside the window, and the sky was full of stars, and the house was also covered with starlight. Feng Zhijing opened his palm, and the starlight passed through his palm, this situation, Feng Zhijing knew what scene was in front of him, it was the picture of Master Cen's sermon overnight. It is a great honor to be able to witness the birth of a generation of literary saints.

The slightest starlight sprinkled on Master Cen disappeared, and the old man's white hair slowly turned black, and the wrinkles slowly stretched. Correspondingly, the old man's breath became stronger and stronger, making the wind stop standing in front of Master Cen felt like he was in the sea of stars under the monstrous waves, and the cold sweat that came out of his back wet his shirt.

In an instant, Master Cen changed from an old man who was close to a hundred years old to a teenager of fifteen or sixteen years old, and when he saw the appearance of Master Cen when he was young, Feng Zhijing was shocked to ignore the amazing coercion on Master Cen's body. According to the legend of the entire Shenyuan Continent, only the appearance of Master Cen when he traveled around the world and the appearance of half a hundred years after the enlightenment, Feng Zhijing did not expect that the appearance of Master Cen when he was young was like this, and all he left now is shock.

Master Cen's youth did not last long, and he slowly grew old, until he became half a hundred in appearance.

"Alas~"

Master Cen let out a long sigh, this sigh was so slight, but it seemed to continue to echo in heaven and earth. Master Cen preached overnight, Feng Zhijing didn't know what he was sighing, whether he was sighing that he had not directly achieved the position of soul god, or sighing that he was old and easy to grow old, or he was sighing about the vast life on the land of the gods. There were so many speculations in Feng Zhijing's mind that he didn't know which was the real reason, or, neither. In this world, only Master Cen knows what this sigh is for, and others can only speculate secretly.

Bathed in the starlight, Master Cen stood up from the wooden chair, and followed the trend at a height. Feng Zhijing saw that Master Cen's right hand moved, he slowly raised his right hand, and at the same time stretched out his index finger and stretched out towards the Yin Tang acupoint of Feng Zhijing.

"Can Master Cen see me?"

A monstrous wave was set off in Feng Zhijing's heart, and Master Cen looked at him at the same time, and at the same time stretched out his index finger to himself. Feng Zhijing wanted to dodge, but I don't know if it was because of the coercion of Master Cen's demigod realm, or if he was willing to do so, Feng Zhijing could only stay where he was, and he couldn't even close his eyelids.

The old man slowly stretched out his hand, and in Feng Zhijing's eyes, the whole world seemed to stop, and time and space froze at this moment. The only thing that changed was the old man's index finger, which was constantly approaching. In this short period of time, it seems that he has gone through a reincarnation in the eyes of Feng Zhijing.

Eventually, the old man's index finger reached the Yin Tang acupoint of Feng Zhijing, and Feng Zhijing felt that the next moment this index finger would pass through his forehead. Incredibly, Master Cen's index finger pressed on Feng Zhijing's forehead in the next moment. Feng Zhijing could even feel the coldness of the old man's fingers and the clear lines on them, and Feng Zhijing felt that his entire brain was blank.

Feng Zhijing felt that everything he experienced after his illness was illusory, at this moment, he felt that the whole world had become crazy, he really felt the existence of Master Cen here, and the touch from his fingers was so real. This finger seems to have traveled through life and death, time and space, reincarnation, and thousands of years, connecting the two.

In this way, the old and the young, keep this action, motionless, unchanged for eternity. Until Starlight was about to disappear, Master Cen withdrew his right hand, and Feng Zhijing regained his freedom, and the sense of control over his body returned to his body.

"Master. ”

Feng Zhijing immediately saluted, he didn't know what happened tonight, but his respect for Master Cen would not change. However, Master Cen seems to be unable to see the end of the wind again, just like the end of the wind is just a gust of evening breeze, and the scene just now is just illusory. Master Cen straightened his clothes, opened the door and walked out.

Feng Zhijing immediately followed, and as soon as he walked out of the wooden door, everything in front of him changed again. The environment in front of him was familiar, because he had been here for a few days, and yes, he had returned to Rongjing. The difference is that this is the courtyard of a family, and walking in front of him is a generation of Wen Shengcen Master.

Master Cen walked to the gate and slowly pushed open the wooden door that had some paint off. Feng Zhijing saw that the alley outside was already full of carriages, and the scene was very silent.

"It's all gone. ”

Master Cen sighed softly, and in an instant, the alley was noisy again, and people retreated by car. In the end, only one carriage was still here, and a middle-aged man dressed in a gorgeous costume walked down from it, walked up to Master Cen, saluted respectfully, and said, "Master, Han Xu has been waiting for you to be my teacher." ”

Feng Zhijing knew the scene in front of him, this was a picture that everyone in the entire Shenyuan Land was familiar with, but the next moment Feng Zhijing was confused.

"Knock knock. ”

The sound of the back of his hand and the wooden door knocking awakened the wind from its slumber. Feng Zhijing opened his eyes and found himself lying by the window, through which he could already see the sunset.

"I didn't expect to fall ill this time, and I slept until the evening of the next day. ”

Talking to himself, Feng Zhijing got up from the ground, straightened his appearance, and prepared to see who was looking for him.

"What a real dream. ”

Standing up Feng Zhijing recalled everything he had experienced in his dream, sixteen spring and autumn, it was the first time he had experienced such a real dream, and everything in the dream was still vivid, as if he had experienced it himself. Feng Zhijing stretched out his right hand and gently touched the Yin Tang acupoint.

"I don't know if it's a psychological effect, but I always feel that there are some strange things in my head. ”

Wind stopped shaking his head, throwing away the strange idea.

"It looks like I'm going to see Lang Zhong. ”

Feng Zhijing felt that his condition must be aggravated, and his brain always had strange thoughts, and sometimes strange things surfaced. Feng Zhijing patted his head lightly to sober himself up and went to open the door for the visitor.

"Brother Feng, tonight is the Creek Flower Meeting, maybe Brother Feng is not very familiar with Rongjing and can't find the Creek Garden, but you can go with Brother Feng and lead the way for Brother Feng. ”

As soon as he opened the door, Feng Zhijing saw a neatly dressed uncle. Feng Zhijing glanced at it, Bo Ci was dressed well, and he was indeed a partial son.

"It turned out to be an uncle. Wait, it's fourteen today?!"

Feng Zhijing suddenly noticed that Bo Ci was looking for him to go to the Xihua Club together, could it be that he slept for three days and three nights?

"I really admire Brother Feng's obsession with books, and I stayed in Wenge for three days, and now I even forget the time. Fortunately, I came to invite me, otherwise Brother Feng would have missed this event. ”

Bo Ci didn't expect that Feng Zhijing really forgot about tonight's Xihua Club, and it was really a great talent who made Wen Zhong ring for a long time, and this obsession with books was incomparable to others.

"Then it's troublesome for my uncle to lead the way. Didn't Brother Zhu go with Uncle Zhu?"

Feng Zhijing accepted this reality, and the idea of seeing a doctor in his heart was even worse, and he couldn't bear to waste three days.

"Zhu Xin is one step ahead, Brother Feng also knows, tonight's Xihua will definitely arrive at Baichi, as long as Baichi will come, Zhu Xin will definitely go over early and wait for him. ”

Listening to the wind and stopping when Zhu Xin was mentioned, Bo Ci was a little helpless, the contradiction between Zhu Xin and Bai Chi was irresolvable.

"It's not getting early, so let's go out. ”

Feng Zhijing thought that as soon as this Xihua meeting ended, Han Ruoxi would fulfill her promise, hoping that she could give herself a satisfactory answer.

"That's what I mean, I don't know if Brother Feng still needs to clean up?"

"There's nothing to prepare, let's go. ”

Feng Zhijing walked out of the door, then turned around and closed the door, and walked out of the Wen Pavilion with Bo Ci. When he walked out of the gate of Wenxin Academy, Feng Zhijing stopped and looked back at the towering Wenge Tower.

"What, did Brother Feng leave something?"

"No, I remembered something, let's go. ”

At the moment of going out, Feng Zhijing felt a palpitation, and felt that something behind him was calling him. As soon as he turned around, his eyes stopped on the eighth floor of the Wenge Tower, and the feeling came from there. Feng Zhijing decided that when the Xihua meeting was over, he would go up and have a look.