Far Eastern, a sea of silence.

At night, it seemed even darker and more silent in this desperate place. The sea of silence is actually just a name but not a reality, but this sea has nothing to do with the word silence. Only the rough waves on the sea surface vented their dissatisfaction with the silence in an eternal attitude. The waves are sometimes gentle, sometimes violent.

It's just that no one pays attention to it, in this desperate land, silence and desolation are the unchanging masters, and even this vast and unfathomable sea can only lie dormant like this, facing this dark expanse, singing its own sad song.

The waves are raging, and the night is silent. Even if this momentum is surging, it is silent, how can it endure it?

Sometimes it is even more imposing in the silent place, as if on this day, it is so deep and obscure that there is no light to be seen, there are no stars and no moon, like the chaos of the beginning, and some only have the coercion and empty darkness.

In this way, the heaven and the sea have coexisted in disharmony for thousands of years. It's just that no matter how wild and roaring the sea is, the lonely and lifeless sky is still on your head, silent, scrutinizing, maybe the next moment you will eat this endless deep sea in one bite.

Heaven is always heaven, and no matter what posture it takes, it must be maintained with dignity on high.

It's just that there is no wind, and where do the waves come from? For thousands of years, this has been the case, and no one knows what this mystery is.

Under the boundless expanse of the sea and the sky that was almost pressed down to the surface of the sea, a small island existed so abruptly, and it was very discordant to destroy the desolation and momentum that should be here.

Perhaps this island should not have existed in the first place, otherwise the waves would not have been able to crash against the boulders on this small island over and over again, which belonged to its territory, and this island would be an affront to the dignity of the sea.

But despite the roar of the waves, this small island still stubbornly lies in the middle of the sea, facing this dark sky, unmoving.

On the island, there is no grass, and the boulders near the sea have long been polished smooth by the sea, but there is no sunlight here, otherwise the smooth stone wall can reflect a dazzling light. In addition to this slightly special boulder, as far as the eye can see, the large and small stones on this island, various forms are scattered in all corners of the island, silent.

Desolate and desolate, these lifeless stones are deeply rooted in the sand and rocks of the island, as if they have taken root and sprouted. There is no vegetation on this island, maybe these stones are its unique life?

From between the criss-crossed cracks of the stones, there seemed to be a faint glimmer of light shining through. Is it an illusion, or is it really there.

The light was like a glimmer of light swaying in the wind, and it seemed that the next moment it would be obliterated by this darkness. It's just that it's still on.

got closer, but found that this light was still very dazzling, like a sharp sword, piercing the originally dark world, and it was bright by itself, making people have to face its existence.

It was this glimmer of light, because the emptiness of this island could slowly extend in this darkness, and spread silently for a few miles.

In the faint light, as far as the eye can see, you can find a thatched hut standing quietly in this faint light.

The low walls, the low thatched huts, but the courtyard of this thatched hut and the walls of this thatched hut were crawling with black-brown twisted dead vines, spreading one by one, as if one after another shocking scars. The withered vines twisted and struggled, grinning their teeth, as if in all kinds of pain. There is no life anymore, but this shape makes people look thrilling, cold and terrifying.

The hut had a window, and the flickering glimmer of light emanated from it.

If there is a house, there must be a home, but in this silent sea, how can there be people in such a bad place? Is it a hermit who cultivates, or a temple of Yama.

The hut seemed to be covered with a veil of mystery, silently waiting for the moment when the mystery would be revealed.

A white shadow flashed softly in front of the door of the hut, silent, like a ghost. The next moment, the door of the hut opened silently, and in an instant, the light inside illuminated the ground three feet square in front of the door, and the sand and gravel on the ground surged and rustled softly.

The door opened, and the voice was old and distant, as if coming from the depths of the earth, without a trace of vitality and momentum: "You are here, then come in." ”

The white shadow flashed through the half-open door, and then the dilapidated door creaked, and slowly closed again, and the already faint light suddenly diminished a little.

The white shadow entered the room, because it was reflected by the candlelight of the room, there was no longer anything to hide, and when I looked closely, I saw a young man in white who was nearly seven feet tall, standing there like that, motionless.

Looking into this room, a table, a chair, and a stone bed, the only half of the white candle left on the table is burning silently, and even the dripping candle tears are extremely silent.

On the stone bed, there was an old man half-leaning, shaped like a withered tree, with gray hair, even the eyebrows were white, and the candlelight flickered on and off, and the expression on his face could not be seen clearly, but he felt the breath coming from him, as if the old man was drowsy.

In this way, apart from this meager breath, there is no trace of life.

It's just that the white-clothed young man's originally cold and arrogant expression actually had a strong sense of awe, and he slowly saluted the old man who felt old in the dark, and then said respectfully: "Father-in-law, Xuan'er is here." ”

The old man in the shadows seemed to nod slightly, and there seemed to be a slight approval in his voice: "Silent, the stealth technique is well cultivated." ”

The white-clothed young man named Xuan'er saluted again: "But it's still bad, and my father-in-law can still find out." ”

The old man actually laughed for a while, and then coughed again, as if this laughter had exhausted all his strength, and then said slowly: "You don't have to be too yourself, I'm almost old, if I can't hear your breath, how can I kill the poison sect and cultivate the truth in the world." ”

It turned out that this old man, who was like a withered corpse and did not have a trace of power, turned out to be the master of the world's No. 1 Demon Sect Killing Poison Sect who could make the world's cultivation tremble with a single stomp - the Hundred Poison Ancestor.

It's just that this famous name is the best in the world, and why is such a high-ranking old devil appearing on this deserted island where no one lives and where he lives is such an unbearable thatched hut.

The young man in white also seemed to be a little puzzled, and asked resignedly, "It's just that I don't understand my father-in-law......"

The Hundred Poisons Ancestor seemed to have guessed the question in the heart of the white-clothed young man, and said lightly: "In the past few years, the Sect of Leaving Sorrow has been closed and self-consolidated, and all factions in the world are ready to move, but those people are all fools, and the Sect of Sorrow has been deeply rooted for thousands of years, but they want to touch his moldy head, I am afraid that when the Sect of Sorrow has had enough, I can't even bring them back with profits." I would like to enjoy more blessings, to remain unchanged in response to all changes, sometimes silence does not mean letting go, Taoguang is a very deep knowledge, Xuan'er, you have to experience it well. ”

The young man in white hurriedly said solemnly: "It's my father-in-law, Xuan'er wrote it down." ”

The Hundred Poison Ancestor said again: "Are those two bastards suspicious?" There seemed to be some bitter anger and some disappointment in his voice.

The young man in white said: "Senior Brother Xing and Senior Brother He had some questions, but they just interrogated the child a few words, the child said that he would go to sea to Wanren Mountain to find a few medicinal herbs, they warned me a few words and did not say anything, today I came here, they sent two henchmen to follow, and they were all dumped by the child." In other words, there is no arrogance of young people to do one successful thing, but they are not shocked.

For a long time, I didn't see the Hundred Poison Ancestor in the dark place speak, but the young man in white clearly heard his father-in-law's breathing become heavy, and knew that he was suppressing the anger in his heart.

"Alas!" The Hundred Poison Ancestor sighed, there was a little helplessness and regret in that sigh, and the old man's voice sounded again: "Okay, let these two fools fight, thinking that my sudden disappearance of this poison killing door will become their bag, hehehe, it's really stupid like a pig!"

The white-clothed young man hurriedly said with relief: "The two senior brothers Xing He are also thinking about our way out after killing the poison sect......

The Hundred Poison Ancestor intercepted his words again and said: "The way out, hehe, if you really let the two of you be the masters of this sect, it really means that I am old."

Xuan'er, you are pure-hearted, and thoughtful, although your temperament is colder, but the outside is cold and the inside is hot, but it is not ruthless enough, but that's it, if your two unsuccessful senior brothers want to fight with you, it is better than the sky, but your cultivation is still a little lacking compared to them, so it is not suitable to fight them head-on, just let you be false and wronged, but it is also wronged by you. ”

The young man in white listened to this, a warm current surged in his heart, and his body knelt down involuntarily, even the voice trembled a little: "My father-in-law treats me like a biological father, Xuan'er is lonely in life, and I was born without parents, my father-in-law brought me into this poisonous gate, raised me and raised me, and treated me as his own. ”

When the Hundred Poisons Ancestor heard this, he sighed softly as if he was emotional: "Those who should be grateful are perverse, and those who should not be grateful are so thoughtful, Xuan'er, I know the grievances in your heart, but the time has not yet come, and the secret about you is indeed not yet there, but you have to remember what you said today, whether you are sincere or false, in short, when you understand everything in the future, don't forget your father-in-law!"

The young man in white burst into tears, and said with a very excited expression: "Where did the righteous father come from, Xuan'er doesn't know my life experience but has no regrets, I just want to take care of my father-in-law and let my father-in-law live for a long time, which is Xuan'er's greatest wish." ”

After saying so much, a hundred poisonous ancestors were not very embarrassed and said: "Okay! Okay! Okay! My decision back then was really not wrong! It's just that Xuan'er, born in this troubled world, but revenge is the most important, you also leave the smoky miasma of killing poison in this paragraph, your father-in-law has something for you to do, and when you come back, your father-in-law will tell you the ins and outs of everything, and the whole country will be with you!"

The young man in white had already burst into tears and said, "The child doesn't want any status, just ask your father-in-law to be healthy ......and healthy."

This Hundred Poison Ancestor seemed to be touched by the true feelings of this white-clothed young man, and suddenly smiled slightly: "Xuan'er, you are the young master of my Poison Killing Sect, not to mention others, don't say some stupid things about children's love, you come here." ”

In the dim candlelight, the young man in white respectfully knelt down and crawled to the side of the Hundred Poison Ancestor, and the next moment, the figure of the young man in white seemed to be hidden in the dark.

The wind passed, the bamboo shadow swayed, and the empty and dilapidated thatched hut was long gone. Only the old Hundred Poison Ancestor sat on the edge of the bed for a long time, motionless, without the slightest vitality.

Suddenly, an afterimage, the Hundred Poison Ancestor had already floated outside the thatched hut.

Looking up at the sky, the sky was deep and dark, the stars were shadowless, but above the sky, there were endless clouds rolling at some point. The clouds and the howling cold wind seemed to be able to uproot the tiny dilapidated hut in the next moment.

The black clouds overwhelmed the city and wanted to destroy it, and the next moment, the rain fell silently, wetting the face of this ancient old man, this old man who had already been famous a hundred years ago, this invincible ancestor of a hundred poisons, in this wind and rain, the godless eyes suddenly lit up, and in an instant, the decisive expression of killing appeared without warning, and the essence in that eye seemed to be sharper than the lightning dancing in the sky.

Big sleeves fluttering, white hair like snow. The innate domineering spirit of the Hundred Poison Ancestor was no longer concealed in this boundless rain curtain, and suddenly burst out from his withered body.

The next moment, the wind lifted the withered vines all over the wall several feet high, and the withered vines continued to fly in the air like a curling and swimming poisonous snake, and then fell to the ground in a disorderly manner, and the thatched hut looked even more gloomy and dilapidated from a distance.

The figure of the Hundred Poison Ancestor had long since disappeared into the darkness, and only a distant sigh echoed above the thatched hut that had long been uninhabited: "In this world, if there is chaos, let it be more chaotic......