Ye Tian was very quiet, looking at this wasteland, full of rubble, gravel, and charred black loess, thinking about the past, after the fall of the True Phoenix Clan, many great sects came here to see if there was anything left.

Back then, the Zhenfeng clan was too strong, overlooking the mainland, and after the unexpected collapse, all forces flocked to find the scriptures of the clan, and the ruins were full of footprints at this time.

However, no one dared to touch the things inside, such as ancient trees, mountain peaks, palaces, etc., because they were all stained with a trace of death, and no one dared to touch them.

I can only look for it.

Ye Tian sat here looking at this wasteland, and at the same time, he inevitably thought of the Ye Mansion in the southern city.

It was also a princely residence, but now it is in ruins.

At that time, he had seen a corner, and Ye Fu was slapped by the big black hand, and he expected that he was also full of dead air at the moment.

Ye Tian was quiet, stunned, looking at this wasteland, thinking of the past in Nancheng, he had been like a clay sculpture and wood carving for a long time, sitting on the big bluestone, immovable.

How awesome were those who often hated themselves in that battle, willing to live and die just to protect their people.

What a prosperous family it was, but it was destroyed in that day, and less than a tenth of the people remained, most of whom died to protect themselves.

Ye Xiao, Uncle, Ye Chengan, and other patriarchs, fearless of life and death, sent him out, and the elder Ye died in battle.

"I haven't had time to talk to you yet, Grandpa Guo. Ye Tian muttered, his little face was full of tears.

In order to become stronger, in order to establish a new Ye Mansion again, he practiced frantically for this reason, and he did not dare to relax for a moment.

In the end, he succeeded, and when he reached this realm, he was already in the realm of remodeling, and in half a day, he became a prince.

The most important thing is that he found his brother, and he met, the other party is so powerful, he is called the Holy Son, Tianjiao......

On weekdays, the hippie smiling face covers the heaviness in his heart, and the blood and tears of the clansmen are still in front of him, and it seems that they have not dried up, and he can't forget it.

Looking for the North Peak, Jin Yunling took revenge on several pure-blood creatures, which was his main goal to become stronger.

At the same time, he also hopes to see his parents again one day.

"Those people, like dry weeds, withered in the autumn wind, can they be met again?"

Putting away the heaviness and no longer reminiscing, Ye Tian opened his fiery eyes and explored here to see if there was a way to enter it.

He got up and walked around the curtain of light again.

"Huh?" Ye Tian was shocked, and saw an old man not far away who was drinking, holding a gourd in his hand.

He closed his eyes and poured a sip of wine into his mouth for two or three minutes, and although he did not open his eyes, he did not spill a drop of wine.

Ye Tian didn't pay attention to it at first, but he quickly sensed a rhythm, the old man was drinking, not fast or slow, but it was very accurate, and every time it was quite a while.

He was shocked, and then became more and more serious, and then he was shocked, this clearly has a kind of Taoist rhyme, it can be said that drinking can drink Taoist rhyme.

Next to the old man, there was a pile of gourds, which were all empty, how could he drink so much wine in his old age and weakened state, and his blood and qi were exhausted.

Even those strong men in the mortal world, drinking so much wine, let alone death, must be drunk.

Not to mention an old man.

Ye Tian watched carefully, the old man's blood qi was really about to dry up, and after a while, it seemed to be resting, but the time was so accurate.

There's a terrible rhythm that makes people's hearts beat with the resonance for a long time.

"Old man, what kind of road and avenue are you taking? Ye Tian stepped forward and asked for advice seriously.

"What way, boy, are you asking for directions? There used to be no road here, but when there were more people walking, it became the main road. But if you want to go fast, you need to take shortcuts, such as opening up a new path. ”

The old man said unhurriedly, lying on the grass from beginning to end, closing his eyes tightly, and slowly pouring wine into his mouth, the rhythm always the same.

Ye Tian's heart was touched, just a few words, his heart was already fluctuating, and he didn't bother anymore, but carefully observed.

"Young man, have something on your mind. Suddenly, the old man asked.

Ye Tian was stunned and did not answer, but looked into the distance.

"Young people nowadays, a little setback can defeat you, alas, the endurance is too poor. The old man shook his head.

Then, he continued: "I used to have a close friend who was injured in a heavenly punishment, and he himself could clearly sense that he only had half a month to live, and after half a month, he would inevitably die. However, he was still very cheerful, like a child, shouting loudly every day to the morning glow, I am the strongest, and I have not been affected by the news of my passing away at all. ”

Ye Tianyan's heart moved when he heard this, he knew what the Dao injury was, that kind of injury was the most difficult to treat, and it could be said that there was no solution.

Is it because you are injured by the Great Dao, heaven and earth will not tolerate you, will you let you stay in the world?

The avenue is unforgiving, giving you a precise time to pass away in pain and despair, and you cannot intervene in it.

Sensing the passing of his longevity little by little, how desperate and desolate that feeling is.

"Finally. He asked.

The old man poured a sip of wine into his mouth and said slowly: "In the end, he still passed away, but when he closed his eyes, he still had a smile on his face, I was next to him, the more he was like this, the more bitter my heart became, but there was no way at all." Now that he is buried here, he spends his days with green mountains and green waters, which may be a relief, and he no longer has to worry about daily breakthroughs. ”

Finally, he pointed to the gourd-strewn ground next to him.

Ye Tian was very quiet, but there was a sea of water surging in his heart, he knew that this old man was comforting and encouraging him, maybe this matter was fake, just to let his heart be empty.

Perhaps, this is true...... The old man's best friend was buried there.

But why did the other party tell him, why did he comfort him, why did he say such things?

For a while, Ye Tian's mind was restless, he remembered a lot, and began to be vigilant.

"Don't think about it, young man, I have no ill intentions. The old man said sleepily: "People are old, they like to remember, and when I see you, I think of the past, I lost my father when I was young, I lost my son when I was young, I lost my wife when I was middle-aged, and now I am the only one left." ”

Speaking of this, the old man was very sad and couldn't help wiping away a handful of tears.