Witnessing the departure of his teacher, Yang Xian mourned in his heart. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Although Mei Niansheng said that he died without regrets, if it was really possible, who would bent on dying?

Even if Mei Niansheng has no regrets in his heart, Yang Xian, as his apprentice, watched his teacher die generously, but he couldn't help at all, this sense of powerlessness and humiliation was destined to make him unforgettable for the rest of his life.

Mei Niansheng had no regrets in his heart, but this incident became Yang Xian's lifelong regret.

"I'm still too weak!"

Yang Xian stood at the door of the small temple, looking at the direction in which Mei Niansheng disappeared, and blamed himself deeply, "After studying with my teacher for so many years, I can't even share his worries, I'm really useless!"

He stood still in front of the temple gate, stunned, until he saw the moonlight shining on the ground and the white mist rising, and his heart slowly fell silent.

Gradually, the body is like a dead tree, the heart is like a breeze, the mind has no place to live, there is no dependence, ethereal, if there is nothing, the body and mind are lonely, and the heaven and earth are one.

At this time, the stars and moon in the high sky seemed to dim a little at the same time, but then they became brighter again.

The infinite essence of heaven and earth poured into Yang Xian's head like a tide from the air, just in an instant, Yang Xian's body swelled a little, but then began to contract, and then swelled, his body continued to contract and expand with the beating of his heart, silent, weird and mysterious. ，

The moonlight was like water, covering Yang Xian's body, and gradually Yang Xian's body seemed to merge with the moonlight, ethereal and illusory, as if a gust of wind could blow him away.

The slight sound of Suo Suo sounded from the abandoned gate of the small temple, and a gopher with a pointed nose began to forage on the ground, ignoring Yang Xian beside him.

Then a black shadow suddenly burst out from nearby, ahhhh

Wild birds frightened, insects chirped, and the night was no different than usual.

It's just that Yang Xian's breath is missing.

It wasn't until the sky was bright and the first rays of sunlight shone on Yang Xian's body that Yang Xianfang slowly opened his eyes.

The purpose is the fiery sunrise in the east.

"It's been another night!"

Yang Xian looked at the sun and narrowed his eyes, and let out a slight sigh, "It's time to go down!"

The moment he opened his eyes, he already knew that he must have entered a state of great silence of enlightenment last night, and at this time, his whole heart was lively and crystal clear, like a flawless crystal, without any dregs.

After pondering for a moment, he suddenly raised his arm, and his palm slowly slapped forward, and an invisible force suddenly emanated from his palm, slapping into the void, making a huge explosion.

"My skills have improved a little more!"

Yang Xian withdrew his palm, not caring much.

Since he followed Mei Niansheng to practice martial arts, he would basically enter an inexplicable realm of enlightenment every three or five days, and the realm of great silence and enlightenment that other martial arts masters might not be able to enter in his lifetime was like a commonplace for Yang Xian.

This is also an important reason why he became a martial arts master at such a young age.

At the beginning, Mei Niansheng saw that his enlightenment and cultivation were as easy as drinking water and eating, and he was almost shocked, and he couldn't figure out what was going on.

Later, according to him, Yang Xian should be an innate Dao body, naturally close to the Origin Dao of Heaven and Earth, so no matter what he does, he will get twice the result with half the effort, if there is divine help.

After slapping out a palm, Yang Xian turned his head and took a closer look at the ruined temple behind him, the wine bowl and wine jar in the courtyard were still there, but the person who drank with him had already left.

Those who have lost their souls, only farewell!

After looking at it for a long time, Yang Xian turned around, and suddenly let out a long howl, the bundle of hair and green scarves suddenly exploded, and the long hair on his head was scattered.

At the same time, there were two soft popping noises on his feet, and the shoes under his feet had been shattered into crumbs by his internal strength.

When Mei Niansheng was leaving, he instructed him to let him be unkempt and travel barefoot all over the nineteen states, Yang Xian did not dare to disobey the teacher's orders, and now that he woke up, he naturally had to bow down in person.

The clothes on his body were already shabby, and at this time, he was barefoot, which was no longer much different from the current Qingzhou victims.

He broke a green bamboo stick from the top of the mountain, and took a step down the mountain, never looking back.

After he descended the mountain, he went all the way to the east, and there were starving people all over the place, and at any time the hungry people could not support him, and he fell to the ground and could not get up again.

After walking for more than ten miles, a small village appeared in front of him.

Under an old tree at the head of the village, an old woman used a few bricks to build a stove, and the iron pot on the stove was filled with white gas, and the water splashed softly.

The body of a toddler in the pot loomed as the water splashed.

The old woman was cooking and crying, but the dry firewood in her hand never stopped filling under the stove.

Yang Xian stood near the stove for a long time, watching the baby in the pot roll over, and his face changed uncertainly.

He looked down at the crying old woman and asked softly, "Who is boiling in this pot?"

The old woman just cried and did not answer.

Yang Xian asked again, "Can you really eat it?"

The old woman cried loudly, "This is my grandson!"

She hissed and howled: "Now that the people in the village are easy to eat, if I don't eat my grandson, sooner or later it will become someone else's ration, or if his body is buried, someone will secretly dig it out and eat it, it is better to be eaten by me, there is no cheap outsider!"

Yang Xian clenched his fists, his face was pale, he took a deep look at the old woman, turned around, and continued to move forward.

The old woman's cry behind her was intermittent, like a beast's howl.

When they approached the village, they saw that there were people slaughtering human flesh like pigs and dogs on the side of the road, and people passed by on the street from time to time, but they did not think it was strange.

Yang Xian's face became more and more ugly.

Several times he tried to shoot these cannibals to death, but every time he raised his palm, he couldn't do it every time.

If there is a way, who will eat people!

He continued on with his staff, then slowly stopped and looked ahead.

On the path in front of him, an emaciated child lay on the ground, his chest rising and falling, but he had no strength to get up.

He was surrounded by several men, all with green lights in their eyes, waiting for the boy to take his last breath, so that he could be washed and boiled.

The children on the ground looked at the hideous expressions of the ill-intentioned people around them, and their eyes showed great horror, and they kicked their legs on the ground, trying to bend over and sit up, but each time they failed.

Gradually, a look of despair appeared on his face, and he sobbed softly.

A scrawny man next to him shouted: "Are you still dead? Lao Tzu has been waiting for you for a long time!

The children in the ground were sobbing more and more violently, and their bodies trembled slightly, trembling incessantly.

The man who spoke was so upset that he suddenly pulled out a bone chopping knife from behind his back and thrust it into the ground near the child's neck with a pop, "Die, die, die, die quickly! Sooner or later, I'll help you!"