Back mountain, the mountain wall is steep, a pond under the mountain, in the pond, the water ripples, crystal clear, by the pond, a thatched house stands, behind the house, a towering tree, rising to the sky, an old monk who even has compassion in his eyebrows, sitting cross-legged under the tree.

"Old Ancestor!" the head of the courtyard knelt in front of the old monk with a group of leaders.

After a long time, the old monk slowly opened his eyes, and the shadows of a group of monks were reflected in the dark pupils, and after looking at it for a long time, he suddenly sighed softly: "Hey~"

The voice was not high, but it seemed to sound in the hearts of the monks, and the hearts of the monks trembled!

"I know what you said!" The old monk stood up with a faint sigh, looking at the eyes of the crowd with deep sadness, not because of them, but more because of himself, because of the whole rivers and lakes!

When he arrived here, the old monk stopped talking, raised his eyes and looked down the mountain, looking at the mist that had covered most of the mountains all over the mountains, and a deep surprise flashed in his eyes.

"It's really a powerful young man, perhaps, the future of the rivers and lakes is on them!" Although I have felt these fogs before and understand how powerful they are, I can't help but be amazed when I see them again.

"Go, go!" the old monk said softly, looking at the mist that covered the mountains.

"Go?" The old monk's words made the monks suddenly wonder, "Go, what?

A trace of uneasiness suddenly appeared in the hearts of the monks, and they looked at each other for a long time, and the head of the courtyard looked at the old monk cautiously and asked, "I don't know what the ancestor means?"

The old monk looked back at them and sighed faintly: "Do you know the origin of this fog?"

“？”

“？”

“？”

The crowd was stunned, and thought about it in their minds for a long time, but they still didn't think of the slightest clue.

"Please also ask the ancestor to make it clear!" was still the head of the courtyard, and when he couldn't think of an answer, he was the first to ask.

"Remember what you wanted most before?"

"Is that them?"

"How is that possible?"

"Could it be that they are the source of all this fog?"

"But how is that possible?"

Hearing this, everyone exploded, how could it be? This fog that was not simple at a glance could be made by them!

Isn't it true that the strongest of them is just innate? Even if they are misestimated, how can they get these fogs?

"Huh?" The question flashed quickly in everyone's minds, and after that, everyone discovered the most important question: "They have crossed the entire pursuit of the rivers and lakes?"

It must have been crossed, not only passed, but perhaps the process had exceeded their imagination, otherwise they would not have appeared here, and made such a big fog!

The ancestor will definitely not lie to them, since he said so, then the two teenagers who were chased and killed by the entire rivers and lakes must have survived this catastrophe, and maybe the strength is not the same as they imagined!

When I think of this, the questions that everyone asked before don't need to be answered by others, and the answers are already very clear!

It's just that there is still some disbelief in their hearts!

"Old Ancestor?" the head of the courtyard looked at the old monk and stopped talking.

"You made that decision at the beginning, and now, people have come to take revenge!" The old monk's words did not carry the slightest emotion, they were as plain as water, and they fell on everyone's ears like thunder.

"Isn't that normal?"

"But Ancestor?" said the head of the courtyard what he wanted to say.

"Go, go!" the old monk turned away from them, waved his hand to interrupt the words of the head of the courtyard, and said again and again.

“......”

"Yes!" the crowd was silent for a moment, clasped their hands together, and turned to leave.

It wasn't until everyone had left that the old monk turned around, looked at the mist that had occupied almost the entire mountain, and muttered to himself, "If you don't go, how can you get rid of the resentment in their hearts?"

"Fortunately, these two people only have resentment in their hearts, but they don't have murderous aura, otherwise, this thing will be really difficult to do!" The old monk looked at the white mist, and sighed in his heart: "This talent is really amazing!"

"If you just let you suffer a little, you can get rid of their resentment, in fact, it's worth it!"

"Face!" The old monk smiled, shook his head, and his smiling eyes were full of bitterness, where did they get face in the current rivers and lakes? Even the rivers and lakes have no face, how can they get the face of this small sect in the rivers and lakes!

"As long as we can get the rivers and lakes out of the current predicament, even if it's just a glimmer of hope, it's enough!" the old monk thought in his heart, and his mind couldn't help but flash the scenes he had once been on the peerless island, and the bitterness in his heart couldn't help but increase even more!

......

Time passes slowly, invisible but real.

Back in the mountain, the old monk sighed faintly, took steps, and slowly walked in the mist that had covered the entire mountain peak, passing through the halls.

One by one, the monks were frozen by the mist, and there was no place to move except for the eyeballs!

Step by step, the old monk walked, looking, the head of the courtyard, the first seat, the monks he had seen slowly appeared in front of his eyes, frozen by the mist, like sculptures, standing on the ground.

Seeing all this, the old monk's face was indifferent, there was no wave in his eyes, and there was no anger in his heart.

Step by step, the old monk continued to walk, following the path covered by the mist, towards the bottom of the mountain.

......

Crash!

In the small pavilion in the mountains, Zhou Yi seemed to have discovered something, waved his hand to break up the chessboard, stood up and looked at the mountain.

"You!" Song Hai was angry, obviously he had already won, and he was one step away.

"Someone is coming!" Zhou Yi didn't look back, his face was serious, as if the person who did everything before was not him!

"You're fooling!" Song Hai looked at Zhou Yi angrily, looking at his serious look, he really wanted to slap him.

"Okay, don't make trouble!" Zhou Yi's indifferent, fluttering words immediately pushed Song Hai's anger to a new peak!

"The old monk has seen two little donors!" In the mist, the figure of the old monk gradually appeared, and soon appeared in front of the two, clasped his hands together, and said politely to the two.

"Are you?" asked Zhou Yi with squinted eyes.

Song Hai didn't make a fuss anymore, looking at the new old monk with a curious face.

"The old monk is a monk of the Bodhi Academy, the donor's intention, the old monk understands, the donor's approach, the old monk does not stop it, this time down the mountain, there are two purposes!" the old monk said in a calm tone.

"Two questions?" Zhou Yi muttered, looking at the old monk.

"First, I want to meet two young talents who can enter the eyes of the peerless island at such a young age!" As he spoke, the old monk looked the two of them up and down carefully, for a long time, a trace of satisfaction flashed in his eyes, and he couldn't help but be a little excited!

"What about the second?" was looked at by the old monk and felt uncomfortable, Zhou Yi hurriedly asked.

"This is the second?"