Yaoshan cried loudly when he thought of this, his expression was dynamic, and it sounded really tearful.

The old man hadn't gone far, but he was so sad to hear him, and there was nothing he could do to save him. He can only solve the sadness in his heart by himself.

The crying continued, and the voice was clear. Who's right and who's wrong.

The old man had been in the stone room next door, meditating on the futon. He was currently cultivating meditation today, but the low cry had been beating his quiet heart all the time, and this would not achieve the effect of cultivation at all.

The old man frowned, and thought in his heart: "How does a child with this state of mind live on the Qibai Mountain, that occult art is really too arbitrary, such a child is simply a waste." But after thinking about it, since he had already saved him, it would not be good to hurt him again, if so, wouldn't it be a betrayal of his original intention, and he would never do such a thing.

The old man sighed, put away his torn clothes, stood up straight, and walked over to the side of the medicine mountain.

Yaoshan was immersed in grief, and he didn't even notice that there was another person in this stone room. The old man quietly walked behind him, patted him on the shoulder with a smile on his face, and said, "Child!"

Yaoshan turned back suddenly, but it was a beggar-like figure with a stained face and rags all over his body, and he unconsciously stepped back a little at the moment.

The old man continued, "Child, why are you crying?"

Yaoshan looked at him in rags and asked, "Did you save me?"

The old man nodded slightly, and kept smiling without speaking, or waiting for his answer.

After a while, Yaoshan also understood, and first saluted the old man and said, "Uncle, since you have left me, then I will say it!" Yaoshan paused and said: " I was originally an ordinary disciple on the Qibai Mountain, a few days ago, the Yangu Valley connected the world and the great faction invaded my Qibai Mountain, and slaughtered the senior brothers and brothers in the Qibai Mountain one by one, I escaped from the Qibai Mountain through nine deaths, and then I came to Qinghe Town with Senior Brother Fushui and Senior Sister Lingyu, and then I lost consciousness, and I can't remember what happened anymore. ”

When Yaoshan gradually told him about the hard work of this escape road, the old man also nodded cooperatively, so as not to make Yaoshan look so embarrassed!

Seeing that the old man didn't speak, Yaoshan asked again: "Uncle, did you see my senior brother and sister when you saved me?"

The old man smiled slightly, and seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and there seemed to be a danger like thousands of troops in his body. Yao Shan knew that the situation was not too good when he saw his expression, but he would not give up until he had something accurate about it. Those big eyes just stared at the old man in front of them.

The old man was a little hairy by his staring, touched the top of Yaoshan's furry head with his hands full of black lumps, and then walked to the hole in the stone room, turned his back to him, and said with a faint cloud: "I am an old man in the countryside, and I don't have that much ability, I only know that your senior sister named Lingyu is no longer alive, but your senior brother was rescued, as for who rescued him, I don't know." ”

The tears in Yao Shan's eyes have not dried, but now they can't stop rushing out, like a river flowing silently. Who is right and who is wrong in this world, and who deserves to die in the hypocritical Qinghe Town. Who deserves to survive this war? Could it be that the heavens really didn't open their eyes, so many people were slaughtered by the people of Luoyan Valley. As far as the situation that Yaoshan saw when he came down from Qibai Mountain, there were few people who could escape from Qibai Mountain, and some even turned against the water and directly threw themselves into the Luoyan Valley Gate, which can be said to be very reluctant, and they were really vain disciples of Qibai Mountain.

The old man saw that he had been crying and didn't speak, so he turned around and said, "Since you have survived now, you should know the strength of Luoyan Valley, so what are your plans next?"

When Yaoshan heard this, he was originally a person who couldn't stop crying, but he stopped, and he didn't know what he was going to do. His faith has died on the Qibai Mountain, and it is already very difficult to find it.

"I don't know what to do in the future, and I haven't thought about it!" said Yaoshan very aggrieved.

"Oh!" the old man said very plainly, as if all this had nothing to do with him, he was a spectator, and the grievances and grievances in the world had nothing to do with him. "Do you have any relatives?"

When Yao Shan heard this, he lowered his head and said, "I don't know who my parents are, let alone any relatives!"

"Oh!" the old man stroked his beard and continued: "Then the matter will be difficult, why don't you stay with me, and when I die, you can send me to the end, but I will not be left unattended, so desolate!"

Yakuyama heard from the painting that he was also a lonely person. Who in the world wants to be alone, a person alone here, no friends, no relatives, just take care of yourself and have no other worries, it is also a good situation to think about. But now it seems that how can this be said to be good, it is just a word to comfort yourself.

Yaoshan didn't know what to do for a while, he didn't know where the people in front of him came from, if he was immersed in this stone room, how to avenge his senior brothers, thinking of those senior brothers who escaped in order to help him, his heart was very sad. Qin Yu, Du Lin, Long Sheng, and Yichang all seemed to gather in front of them, covered in blood but said with a smile on their faces: "Little junior brother, you have to live strongly, live!" Every time I think of this, I feel very sad, I have little cultivation, and I am powerless to resist the strong strength of Luoyan Valley.

"Child, although I am not like your master and brother, I know that they hope that you can live in peace and security like this, if you want to learn something to avenge your brothers, then you will leave, the old man will not say anything, let alone stop you!" the old man said very reasonably.

This passage overwhelmed Yaoshan. Looking down at the world, there is no one of the world's great factions that can compete with Luoyan Valley, but Tiantong Mountain among the 100,000 mountains can compete with Luoyan Valley, and the disciples in Tiantong Mountain will not let their disciples go out of the 100,000 mountains at all, so it is not good. Not to mention Zongyi Mansion and Liangcheng County, at that time, they attacked Yibai Mountain with Luoyan Valley in one fell swoop, which can be described as aiding and abusing. Of course, Yaoshan disdains this, and now that this old man has saved himself, if he leaves like this, won't it become a gratitude and not repay?

Yaoshan struggled to find the answer he wanted in his heart, the best of both worlds, maybe there is no best of both worlds in the world, or maybe the best choice is now.

Yao Shan looked carefully at the drooping old man in front of him, the wrinkles on his face were pressed one by one, and he was almost unable to see his original appearance. He was surrounded by layers of old clothes, which could not be called "clothes" at all. The smudged hair was sticky and bloated, and it looked disgusting. Although the old man did not look so clean, there was a different scene in this stone room. Looking at it this way, there is not a single trace of dust on the floor of the stone chamber. In addition, the four walls of the stone chamber are also carved with many scenes and words, which is not a different style.

"Uncle, thank you for saving your life, but I want to avenge my senior brother, but now I don't know what to do, I hope the old man will show me a clear way?" said Yaoshan, kneeling in front of the old man with tears on his face.

The old man was not busy helping him up, but walked in front of him with a sad face, but did not speak for a while. It is impossible for him to express the worries in his heart, after all, the lives of many people are at stake. Otherwise, when he returns to dust, he is so young now, what should he do?

Instead of being so pessimistic, it is better to move forward bravely, and what do you care, but a waste with ghost ink. As long as it's waste, whatever you hold doesn't make a difference. As long as he is a talent, he will be a hero even if he holds a burning stick.

But the old man couldn't make up his mind for a while, so he pulled the medicine mountain up, and said lightly: "You take care of your injuries here first, and then talk about the rest when your injuries are healed, anyway, you can't do too much now!"

When Yao Shan heard this, he suddenly felt an incomparable pain on the wound, and bursts of stinging pain were like blood pulses, which stimulated his fragile body at once. He couldn't bear it anymore, and the pain was so painful that he fell on the spot and convulsed. Before the old man could react, Yaoshan was already foaming at the mouth, his face was pale, and he was in a state of death.

The old man hurriedly straightened his body and placed it on the straw mat, put two fingers on his pulse, and carefully observed his condition. This diagnosis is not a big deal, after all, he has been seriously injured for so many days, and he has just woken up and is so excited, of course, it will cause a great burden on his body. Just now, his body couldn't withstand so much pressure, so he fainted to the ground, and he only needed to rest for a while, and he would definitely be able to wake up.

After all this, the old man gradually walked out of the stone room. It's a sunny day, so don't be relaxed. There is a little cool breeze in the mountains, but it blows a little younger, and it seems that the body is very light, and there is a feeling of walking in the sky.

I close my eyes and taste it, and there is a burst of warmth in front of me, pouring into my body. The warm current gradually spread through his body along his veins. It is precisely here that the mind is becoming more and more blurred, and the limbs are becoming very light.

Suddenly, there was a blinding light all around. But he didn't want to open it, it was a wonderful feeling. Control every inch of skin and blood on your body. It is as if you exist everywhere in your body, and every drop of blood and every organ can become another true self. They can all be separated from their own bodies, so that they can be separated from the human world, regardless of the suffering of samsara.

What the hell is going on. The old man thought to himself that he had never experienced these things before, but this did not make him feel a little strange. It's like the breath during normal cultivation, but it's slightly stronger than the feeling when you breathe in, but it's not a big deal.

For a moment, there was a sudden burning sensation in his body, but there was no burning pain. The whole body is like paper, and gradually it is about to disappear.

He was a little frightened, and a long passage suddenly appeared in front of him, which was so narrow that only one person could pass through, and there were cliffs on both sides. There were grass and flowers under his feet, and the other side of the passage was dim, and from time to time there was a fire, like a hell on earth. And now it is like heaven. But it was precisely this situation that his body involuntarily walked up the passage, towards the terrifying dark place.

Why, why is this happening.

There are thousands of cliffs under your feet, and if you are not careful, you will fall into it, let alone survive by luck, and you can't even find the powder if you fall down.

The old man didn't know why such a scene occurred. The illusion that appears with the eyes closed is also more complicated. Suddenly, there was a gap in consciousness, and a huge peng bird appeared overhead. When the bird flies, the gusts of wind brought by flapping its wings are so real. I was about to fall into this hallucination, and I wanted to open my eyes but couldn't. But even so, it's a wonderful feeling.

What the hell is wrong with him, why is this happening? Could it be that he has gone mad? No, no, no! He denied himself. If you go crazy, the situation is much more uncomfortable than this, and life is worse than death. I tried hard to recall the fragments of my cultivation, but I was steadily advancing at every level, and there was no negligence at all. As accurate as the book says, it is impossible to go crazy.

Moreover, he had already comprehended the last few fragments of the fourth realm a year ago, and he had been safe all the way, so how could this happen at his most difficult juncture.

The old man had some experience, but he was not impatient when he encountered this situation, and tried to recall the details in that ancient book, hoping to find any clues there that could be useful.

But that book has changed with people's consciousness, and what I saw before has no solution to the current problem, so I can only become a dead horse doctor, and I can't find any good way. He has been walking here, and he can't stop at all step by step, but he can clearly feel that his body is not moving now. And that kind of illusory walking is brought about by his own consciousness, which is the most basic fantasy at all, but it is difficult to deceive an old man like him.

There was no way to just walk like this, and I was about to walk to that hellish place, and the scene there was so real that I had to think of a way out of it.

But as I walked step by step, the hellish scene I saw in front of me changed its appearance, and there were no more burning flames and those terrifying scenes. It seemed that there were many people waiting for him on the other side of the passage, and the scene seemed familiar.

He suddenly remembered something, opened his eyes with great effort, and jumped down to the right side of the passage