Dongfang Yu said goodbye to Luo Gu, it was time for her to go. She is the Iron Lady Dongfang Yu, a woman who is considered by outsiders to be like Wu Zetian.

Wudao said to Rogu, "We'll meet sooner or later." ”

Rogu: "We're going to meet." ”

The sword will preach, and the sword will preach. The collision of swords and swords can best stir up the fire of their respective avenues. Swords, swords, swords and swords have always been intimate and enemies.

Luo Gu grabbed Dongfang Yu's hand, "Will we meet again?"

Dongfang Yu: "Definitely, because you are the person I want to push to the front of the stage, you are my spokesperson." ”

Two are gone, no, it's three. Wudao was followed by an old man. The old man held the sword box and followed them steadily, step by step.

Rogu watched the two go away, and he didn't stop it, because he knew it was useless for him to stop it. He couldn't stop Dongfang Yu, he couldn't stop the Wudao, and even the old man holding the sword box couldn't stop him.

Luo Gu laughed at himself: "I thought my strength was already okay, but why am I still so powerless in the face of them." ”

Demon: "My good brother, don't be discouraged by this. Every step you take is on your own. Although you will take a lot of detours, your final outcome will definitely be ahead of the crowd. ”

Luo Gu: "Demon, which eye of yours saw me discouraged, I just couldn't imagine that the martial arts in this world were so powerful." ”

Demon: "Aren't you talking nonsense? Martial arts have always been decided by the upper echelons, and the upper echelons are more elite, and with the development of science and technology, they will definitely come up with better cultivation methods. You forget that society is always moving forward. When the elite controls these many social resources, the elite can naturally develop better, and it also means that the development of martial arts will be better. ”

Rogu: "You're right, Mo. When will I fight with the sword, you say?"

Demon: "You want to fight the sword, it's still far away. At the very least, you have to wait until you have progressed to a certain space and feel that you have no way to improve yourself, and then you can go to the sword. You and him are fate's best friends and best enemies. ”

But Rogu forgot that he had another enemy, and the one who loved that enemy chose Rogu, and the father of that enemy also died by Rogu's sword. That enemy was Pan Wei. And Pan Wei was beside his mother at this time.

I still remember that day, Pan Wei called his mother. After a while, an all-black stretched version of the car came to pick him up. The car took him into an airport.

A day passed. Pan Wei was sent into a mountain.

In the mountains, Pan Wei saw many antique houses, but in the antique houses, there are transparent suspended swimming pools, which is a combination of modern and ancient.

Led by a woman, Pan Wei came to a hall.

There was a very beautiful young woman sitting in the hall, and Pan Wei looked at her and felt his heart beat a little faster.

He thought to himself: This is the path you have chosen. There was a little sadness in his heart, but there was no expression on his face. He has no expression anymore, and the father who took care of him as he grew up is dead. If it weren't for the impossible, he would never have come. He hated his mother and abandoned him and his father for that at an age when he needed love. But the ridiculous father never complained.

Pan Wei hesitated and said, "Mom, Dad is dead." ”

Pan's mother: "Dead, oh. ”

She was like hearing an unimportant piece of news, and the word "oh" made Pan Wei, who was still a little happy, despair. It was clear that his mother did not love his father.

Pan Wei: "My father thinks of you every time he goes late at night and looks at your photos. He didn't blame you. ”

Pan Mu smiled: "Well, I can't imagine that he is still a lover." By the way, don't call him a father in the future, your own father is not him. ”

Pan Wei smiled, "So that's the case." ”

But in his heart, he didn't think so: it turned out that I was a person who was raised by strangers, and my real parents didn't want me. That's an interesting question. In that case, why did you give birth to me, why, why.

Although Pan Wei's heart is difficult to calm down now, how much he wants to ask his mother, but he doesn't, he doesn't dare. There is no need for this. Because Pan Wei's father has only one, that is Pan Huanghe, the river on Huangquan Road.

The river on the Huangquan Road is called the Lechuan River, and there is an old woman on the river, and she has a bowl of Meng Po soup. I hope Pan Huanghe can drink a few more bowls and forget about the love that has tormented him all his life. All he did was a chuckle from the woman and an "oh" sound.

Pan's mother said, "Do you want to know, who is your father?"

Pan Wei shook his head: "I don't want to." ”

Pan's mother: "Interesting, but you'll find out sooner or later." You also find that the place where you want to live in the future is not simple. ”

Pan Wei nodded.

Pan Mu took the book on the table to Pan Wei, "This is some common knowledge in martial arts, you can go and take a look." As for you, it's my child, and you're the lineage here. It won't be long before an ancestor will come to touch your bones and give you a suitable exercise for you. ”

Pan Wei: "Thank you, mother. ”

One sitting, the other standing. No one spoke first, and the hall fell into a strange silence.

The mother and son were a little uneasy and cowardly. One with hatred, the other with guilt, as for whether there is love or not, no one is sure. Yes, blood is thicker than water, but this blood has faded. A long separation, the abandonment of one party. Time is the best enemy.

Within a few days of Pan Wei, someone came to pick him up and take him to his ancestors.

The ancestor touched his bones, and several old men looked at each other and smiled, and gave Pan Wei a technique. The name of this exercise is very simple, "Baoyang Gong", it is an exercise that can make people achieve it quickly, but the disadvantage is that once someone breaks Yuanyang, you will lose your skills and become a waste person from now on.

When Pan Wei took this exercise, his eyes looked at his mother. Mother nodded to him. This is a very good exercise, but the disadvantage is that those who practice from now on cannot practice humanity.

One of the ancestors said, "Do you dare to hold Yuanyang?"

Pan Wei: "Why don't you dare!" He has lost too many things, and now the only thing he believes in is himself, so why not allow his strength to grow rapidly.

The ancestors said three good words in a row, "Good, good, good." ”

In a cave, Pan Wei let out a long roar, "Good exercises, really suitable for me." "Pan Wei has been in retreat here since he got this exercise. Now that he has opened up most of his muscles, the key is that the purity of the energy in his body is several times higher than that of ordinary people. This technique is really suitable for him.

When Pan Wei came out, his mother saw it, "You really didn't disappoint me." ”

Pan Wei smiled and nodded, but what he thought in his heart was: "I didn't disappoint my father." ”

Pan Wei said goodbye to his mother and went to the cave again, "This time, wait for me to get out." Rogu, I'll come to you. It won't take long. Pan Wei had an evil smile on the corner of his mouth.

Is Pan Wei still the same as before?