"Ouyang Yue, am I qualified to be your senior brother" Lin Yizhi's hand pinched Ouyang Yue's neck fiercely, breathing heavily, and asked three times in a cold voice.

Ouyang Yue's face was like ashes, but he didn't dare to move, he could be sure that if he dared to resist a little, Lin Yizhi could twist his neck alive with a slight movement of his fingers.

Rao is Lin Yizhi asked three times in a row, Ouyang Yue was too frightened to say a word, and was stunned there. The body is like a sieve of chaff.

Lin Yizhi's eyebrows rose, and he suddenly shouted: "Let me ask you! Do you say or not?"

After that, he pinched his fingertips with a slight force.

Ouyang Yue only felt that his breathing became extremely unsmooth, and in an instant, his green muscles burst out, and his face was red and his neck was thick.

A hoarse howl like a beast came out of Ouyang Yue's throat, his eyes widened, and he squeezed out a sentence from his mouth, "Senior Brother Lin Yizhi, you have a lot of offenses, you have a lot, please forgive me!"

Suddenly, he suddenly felt that the feeling of poor breathing suddenly disappeared, and the powerful fingers had left his neck at some point.

Ouyang Yue's body was violently agitated, because the feeling of being pinched disappeared, he breathed greedily into the air of Liwu Mountain, he had never felt that the air here was so fresh in his heart.

Suddenly, a long sigh came out from the mouth of the black-clothed young man standing in front of him, Lin Yizhi collapsed weakly, his fingers trembled slightly, and he weakly pointed at this gentleman who had been empty-eyed, and said slowly: "This time, it's just to teach you a lesson, you have to understand that in this world, you can't do whatever you want, since you want to worship me and leave your worries, you must have these two words firmly in your heart, everything, do things according to the right path, and if you act recklessly, I will not spare you!"

Everyone present, not only Ouyang Yue, but also the eighty new disciples all looked solemn, and they had a strong sense of awe in their hearts for this little senior brother who was still a little dumbfounded just now.

Everything, respecting strength, is the supreme Sect of Separation from Sorrow, and the same is true of this Daomen Ancestral Court that transcends the existence of the world. Is there really a so-called quiet place? Or is this a big panic in the first place?

After Lin Yizhi finished saying this, a strong feeling of fatigue hit her soul, she couldn't support it anymore, her body shook three times, shook three times, and the self-supporting body was overwhelmed by the cold torture in the depths of Fang Cai's soul, her legs were weak, and she had already fallen to the ground.

No one would have thought that Lin Yizhi, who was domineering and awe-inspiring, would be hit hard at this moment, and he would fall down.

The next moment, two figures, one white and one pink, had already rushed to his side, one on each side, supporting his crumbling body.

Lin Yizhi's mind was already in an extremely weak state, if it wasn't for the critical moment just now, the Silent Demon Heart in his body instantly woke up, I am afraid that he would have been defeated at this time, but this is the case, the strong backlash of the Silent Demon Heart has already made his mind almost run out of oil.

In a trance, Lin Yizhi seemed to see the concerned expressions of the white and pink clothes. Lu Xiyue and Nalan Mingxuan. Perhaps, these are the only two relatives in this world that I can't let go.

If I die, will he and she pick up a piece of loess in front of my low grave and weep for a long time?

Before the terrifying darkness arrived, Lin Yizhi used the last trace of clarity in his life, looked at the two of them, and suddenly smiled slowly. That smile was as clear as the sunshine.

But in Lu Xiyue's eyes, it was so heartbroken and desolate.

This unyielding black-clothed young man, resisting the bottomless darkness he was about to fall into, struggled to say a word as thin as a mosquito, but the words were never as clear and tragic as they heard in the ears of Nalan Mingxuan and Lu Xiyue: "Please, you must hold me, I don't want to fall like this......"

After that, Lin Yizhi was born to resist and fear, but the cold darkness that had been following him once again annihilated all his consciousness and devoured everything in the world......

But at the last moment of losing a moment, he suddenly heard the trembling call of the man in white: "Brother......"

The next moment, he closed his eyes, but he still had a slight smile, and there was no serenity and warmth in that smile.

Darkness, perhaps the most unforgiving thing in the world, has come to dominate all landscapes, obliterate all brilliant colors, and bring with it the fear of the unknown and the despair that sinks into the soul.

In the darkness, Lin Yizhi only felt that his body was thrown high by a force from nowhere, and then fell fiercely, but no matter how high he was thrown, he could never see a trace of sunshine, no matter how hard he fell, it was always difficult to hit the ground. It is that the whole world is dark, with no way out, and no end in sight.

He was in this incomparable darkness, like a duckweed, tossed high, falling fiercely, with no end, repeating all the time, but even so, he felt the heart-rending pain and the empty heart, displaced, and had no one to rely on.

Lin Yizhi wanted to struggle, trying to grasp something in this darkness, even if it was a straw, he might have some comfort, but there was nothing in front of him except the tumbling darkness. He tried to grasp something, but in vain.

Finally, after losing count of how many times he had been tossed, he felt as if his divine court had been hollowed out, and he could no longer fall, every inch of his skin, every strand of his mind, merged with the darkness. It was the blood, the flesh that was torn apart, tragically far away from his scarred body.

For another moment, he would never see himself.

............

Slowly opened his eyes, woke up from a big dream, and the nightmare followed.

Lin Yizhi opened his eyes and looked around, only then did he confirm that he was obviously still alive and did not melt into darkness as in his dream.

It's a house. The furnishings in the room were extremely simple, with stone benches, stone tables, and the stone bed on which he was lying at the moment. A dim oil lamp was lit on the stone table, emitting a dim glow. The room also brightened and darkened as the oil wick beat back and forth.

A strong sense of familiarity surged into Lin Yizhi's heart, where is this place? Why is it so familiar. Lin Yizhi thought about those past fragments for a long time.

Finally, Lin Yizhi smiled slightly bitterly, five years ago, on that rainy night, the helpless little boy was carried unconscious to Liwu Mountain in the rain curtain.

There, when he opened his eyes, he had seen the scene when the first warmth came.

It turned out that it was just the hut that sheltered him in front of the mountain gate and sheltered him from the wind and rain when he first went up the mountain five years ago.

It's like a reincarnation, time passes, and after five years, he comes here again. It's just that everything in the house is still the same, and there is no trace of dust on the stone table and stone bench, and it can be seen that someone has cleaned it carefully every day.

It's just that everything here is still the same as it was at the beginning, but the people in this room are no longer the same children they were at the beginning.

Five years ago, he was chased by someone with no way to go to the sky, no way to enter the ground, like a lost dog, and buried a complete shadow of failure in his young heart.

Five years later, still here, still the same person, but he is the victor, this is indeed such a heart-rending victory, but it is undoubtedly a tragic victory.

The fifteen-year-old boy silently looked at everything familiar in front of him, just as he did back then. Just the heart, no more fear, no more fear. It's the softness in my heart, and it's a little stiff.

A gust of wind blew in through the window, and the wind of the summer night should have been warm, but the wind was slightly cool. The wind seemed to have eyes, and it blew out the already dim and faint oil lamp in an instant. The house was once again plunged into darkness.

Lin Yizhi looked at the darkness in front of him that once again dominated everything, and suddenly felt a little scared and irritable in his heart. He scrambled to his feet and quickly jumped out of bed.

Due to his large movements, he pulled those cracked wounds, and the pain of piercing his heart came again.

But he couldn't do it all. Even if it hurts to death, I have to leave this darkness that seems to be able to eat people, and I don't want to stay for a breath.

He strode forward and pulled the door open with all his might.

The sky was pitch black, and there was no moon or stars tonight.

Lin Yizhi looked up at the sky, and suddenly a drop of cold water hit his face from an unknown place.

Is it raining? Or is it hallucination?

Lend an hear. Sure enough, there was a gentle rain between the heaven and the earth, and the rain was like an obsessive girl, gently touching the heart, and the next moment, it was this heart that became wet.

The rain curtain is silent, and the sound of the rain is sad. The house is in the rain, and the people are under the eaves.

Standing for a long time, Lin Yizhi smiled suddenly, fate, maybe that's what happened, it turns out that tonight here is really the same as five years ago, and there is also a sad rain here tonight.

The sound of raindrops, hitting the eaves, one by one, seemed to break people's intestines.

Stepping, Lin Yizhi slowly walked into the wind and rain, and there was a silent dark night in front of him. Rows of neat stone houses stand quietly in the rain, and the night gets thicker and the cool breeze is quieter.

Lin Yizhi walked slowly, without a trace of waves or ties in his heart, and his blank and quiet heart only beat slowly with his footsteps in the night rain.

Where he went, he didn't know, and he didn't want to know. He knew that everyone had fallen asleep at this moment, and whether the thrilling battle in front of the Great Hall of Worries during the day would appear in their dreams was as shocking as real.

At this moment, if there is wine, he will be drunk for 3,000 times, will this drunken excitement be worth the loneliness and desolation in his heart.

Walking slowly, without boundaries.

Suddenly, he suddenly saw that under a towering tree in front of him, a familiar figure was half-leaning in front of the trunk of a tree more than five people thick, dragging an object with his right hand, and his right arm moving slowly.

The rain and fog were thick, and I couldn't see the person's expression clearly, but in the night rain, the pure white clothes were like a flame beating in front of Lin Yizhi's eyes.

The cool breeze blows, the white clothes flutter, through this boundless rain curtain, a trace of chic, a trace of dust, a trace of melancholy, a trace of desolation.

Lin Yizhi's eyes lit up, and his heart suddenly became happy, it turned out to be him!

After that, I longed to take three steps and make two steps to come to his approach.

In a short distance of more than ten zhang, Lin Yizhi felt that it was really long.

Finally, he walked in front of the white cloth, tried his best to hide his surprise, and said softly: "Nalan ......"

He also immediately saw clearly, the thing that Nalan Mingxuan was holding in his hand, a jar of fragrant wine.

Nalan Mingxuan half-leaned under the tree, looking at the raindrops falling from the sky like a thread, and the jar of wine was slowly sent into his mouth, thinking that it must be sweet and delicious.

At his feet, an altar was unopened, and an altar was empty, and he fell down beside the tree.

Nalan Mingxuan turned his head and smiled at Lin Yizhi: "You're here! On such a rainy night, maybe only you and I can't sleep, so, very good!"

With that, he kicked a jar of wine beside the tree. "Bang-" sounded, and the altar seal opened in response.

Bending down slightly, he picked up the fragrant wine in his right hand, and smiled at Lin Yizhi: "Didn't you agree with me that when you say goodbye, you will get drunk, and this will be the place!"

After saying that, the wine jar in his hand waved lightly.

When he looked at it again, Lin Yizhi's left hand had already firmly caught the jar of wine.

Without hesitation, he picked up the wine jar and took a few sips.

Sure enough, when the wine first entered the mouth, the spirits were burning, but when you tasted it carefully, it was suddenly sweet and delicious.

Lin Yizhi praised and said: "Good wine! I just don't know what the name of this wine is?"

Nalan Mingxuan smiled and blurted out: "This wine, forget to leave the dead." ”

Lin Yizhi took another sip and sighed: "Good wine, good name! So, I have no regrets tonight when I accompany Brother Nalan to die here!"

"Bang-" The two jars of wine collided violently.

In the rainy night, the mellow aroma of the wine, the black and white wine in full swing, seemed to drive away all the darkness and desolation.

But how long will this brief silence last? what about tomorrow? what will tomorrow be?......