"It's almost over!" Wu Yan didn't look back, and said with a smile: "Victory is just around the corner, friend!"

"You've said this almost a hundred times!"

Listening to Liu Chen's muttering, Wu Yanhun didn't care and said, "That's because I've asked a hundred times! Young man, hold your breath!"

"Hey!" Liu Chen shook his head and sighed speechlessly, following the pace behind Wu Yan, but there was not the slightest disorder. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"If you want to say that this road to Panlong Tower, but there is something particular, everyone is at a different distance from Panlong Tower, but it is the same!"

After being silent for a long time, Wu Yan spoke out without warning, the way the god chattered and spoke, which caused Liu Chen's heart to complain, but it was not shown on his face, the old man's "love for vanity" character, Liu Chen has touched it thoroughly these days, and when he heard him suddenly speak, Liu Chen said with a very cooperative face: "What do you say?"

"Hmph!" Wu Tong cocked his chin, his face was full of happiness and said chicly: "But if someone walks on this grassland, after taking 99,999 steps, he will be in the Panlong Tower, some people have small steps, walk out of a bubble of urine, and they will arrive at the edge of the tower, and some people have big steps, and they are not afraid of pulling eggs, from the tower to the tower side, or they can't get their way, ninety-nine is one, nine is the extreme, the way of the saint, the same!"

Hearing this, Liu Chen frowned and made a rough estimate, no, it was just a small and half distance......

"Ninety-Nine to One......"

Walking steadily on this wild grassland, Liu Chen's eyes flickered a little, about the method of entering the tower, but let him give birth to some inspiration, looking back, since the moment he stepped on the Lechuan River, every step in the Demon Saint Immortal Palace, there is an indescribable feeling, there is a mysterious in the ordinary, and there is a serenity in the weird, is this the Tao?

"Anyway, you're going to be ready to preach in a short time, but have you figured out what your own way is?"

"Your own way?" Liu Chen was silent, then shook his head, and said with a sigh: "I haven't thought about it yet......"

"It's okay, take your time!" Wu Yan just paused, then sighed silently, and stepped forward again.

"What is your way?"

After a moment of silence, on the wild grassland, Wu Yan's leisurely sigh began to echo, mixed with some memories, a little helpless, "It was a summer, I was still as young as you, the scorching sun was scorching the entire Weizhou City, in that afternoon, I asked the maids to move a rattan chair, lazily leaning under the grape trellis of the Guogong Mansion, unconsciously, I fell asleep, and I don't know if those lazy maids stopped the pu fan for me, I had a dream...... That dream was long, long, and I still remember it vividly......"

"In the dream, I went back to my childhood, before dawn, my father took a stick to urge me to get up, and no one accompanied me, I carried a rainbow knife on my back to smear the snow mountain, the snow, it was really big, the wind was also strong, the path on the cliff was slippery and hard, several times, I almost fell at the bottom of the cliff, I wanted to find someone to help me, but I looked left and right, in addition to the wind, it was snow, how could there be anyone......"

"My father wanted to use the 10,000-year-old ice on the top of the snow-capped mountain to make an ice sculpture, and I persevered for five years to discredit the days of going up the mountain alone, and on that day, I finally cut down the ice from the top of the mountain, and just as I was about to rejoice, the avalanche of the Nima Gobi occurred...... I stood on the top of the mountain and would not be buried by the heavy snow, but I couldn't stand the ice cracking under my feet, and before I could catch something, Lao Tzu fell, stumbling all the way down the mountain, it was called a pain, and I don't know how many bones were broken, anyway, that kind of pain, many years later, when I think about it, it's all ......"

"But no matter how painful it is, there is no way, in this wilderness, Lao Tzu is lying like that, or an hour, I will have to be frozen into a popsicle, because of fear, because I am unwilling, so I stumbled up, gritted my teeth and walked down the mountain, I don't know how long I walked, in short, when I returned to the Guogong Mansion, the wounds on my body had healed...... When I got back under the trellis, I realized that it was a dream, a very vivid nightmare, and when I woke up, I found my own way—unyielding!"

Wu Yan stopped, turned around and smiled at Liu Chen, on his face, he still maintained the appearance of a middle-aged man, but from his cloudy eyes, Liu Chen felt a trace of loneliness and sadness for no reason......

"Do you know?" Wu Yan smiled lightly, as if he was telling a story that had nothing to do with him, "If I hadn't stood up at that time, I would have really died, not in the uninhabited Snow Mountain, but under the sunny grape trellis!"

Liu Chen's gaze was very complicated, throwing away all the previous impressions, and it was only now that he really had some respect for this legendary master who had been famous all over the world for a long time, yes, no one's success is a matter of course!

"Whether it's suffering or pain, it can't make me stop fighting, I live to keep moving forward, forward, one day, after a lapse of 10,000 years, even if my bones have turned into dust, but there are still people who will mention the Great Snow Mountain Sword Sect again, when it comes to the sword Venerable Wu Taizhong, there is another person, who is also worth their remembrance and praise, that person is me, the sword - Wu Yan!"

Without speaking, and without any other emotions, Liu Chen stared at Wu Yan quietly for a long time, and when the wind passed through the silent place, King Canglan bowed his hand and described his piety......

"Everyone's Tao is the most memorable pain from the bottom of your heart, you already have enough pain, why don't you still understand your own Dao?" Looking at Liu Chen's rickety back, a trace of regret and resentment flashed in the corners of Wu Yan's eyes, "When you haven't been able to get out of Hao's endless ear-filling demon sound, have you ever thought that whether it is the two dragons, or the seven saints of the demon underworld, or the snow in the north, or the sword of the south, all of these things are living under the sky!"

"Under the sky?" Liu Chen looked up, looking confused.

"Whether it is an extraordinary master at the peak of human gods or a young boy who babbles, we are all the same, living under this sky that never knows its boundary!" Wu Tong stretched out his hand, pointing to the cloudless sky, staring at Liu Chen's eyes carefully, he said word by word: "This is like a cage, as powerful as we can only be trapped beasts, after all, we will be born, old, sick and die, all living beings, all of them!"

"Your grandfather Liu Bai, the world calls him the first strong man under the stars, he is very disdainful of this, do you know why? Living in this boundless cage, even if he is the strongest man, he is just the strongest ant, the reason why Liu Bai is Liu Bai is because he has been thinking about whether there will be a day when he is no longer under the starry sky, he will hold the sword in his hand and come to the sky, and only then will he be a real legend, a real immortal!"

"The era of the end of the law has come, you are the last sword of the southern kingdom, have you ever thought of leaving your Dao on the vast and boundless starry sky, even if it is just a dream of inspiration!" Wu Yan's face opened a few ravines, and in the wind and frost of those years, a touch of ruddy filled the cultivators flying against the wind, and the most longing ambition in their hearts: "If people don't have dreams, what is the difference between them and salted fish?" (To be continued.) )