Far Eastern, a sea of silence.

There seems to be no daylight here, just eternal blackness and clouds. The black clouds were low, as high as the endless sea, and they were overwhelming. Rolling black clouds dominate the world. The evil hidden in the darkness seems so small here.

The sea level is not calm when the waves are surging and stirring up several feet of tide from time to time. However, no matter how the sea tossed, it still couldn't make any sound, everything seemed to be choked by the darkness, and it was weird and terrible silently.

The Sea of Silence hence its name.

Here, all things are silent, succumbing to the iron hooves of this darkness, never knowing how to resist.

The sky is small, and the sky is like ink.

From time to time, the sky would faintly streak through one dark purple lightning bolt after another, but the lightning was still silent. Perhaps, the purple of this lightning is the only color in this sea. The purple lightning was like a poisonous snake suddenly flashing in the darkness, spitting out purple letters, staring at the lifeless area. Weird and frightening.

This is a place abandoned by light, but it has used darkness to restore its dignity.

When I came here, I realized that darkness can be so touching and magnificent.

The sea is empty, and at a glance, there is no barrier to the place where the sea and the sky meet. In the air, in addition to the gloomy, there is also a cold and damp meaning, which goes straight into the depths of the soul.

Suddenly, a small island suddenly appeared on the sea, and the island was also black, floating silently on the sea, but it was too thin, like a wreckage boat drifting in the night, and the next moment, a huge wave could completely swallow it.

On the island, there is still no grass, but the whole island of those big or small stones from nowhere, silently scattered, unfortunately they do not shine, only in this vast night, reflecting this vast desolation.

In the midst of the rocks, the thatched hut still stood there silently as before, with a low fence and a dilapidated state. Inside the fence, on the wall of the thatched hut, there are still all kinds of twisted, strange-shaped tree vines, which entangle the thatched hut impermeable to the wind, withered vines and forests, adding a little horror.

A gray figure appeared in front of the thatched hut without warning, and when I looked closer, it was an old man with white hair. He held a white-clothed figure in one hand, and with the other hand, he vigorously flicked the hideous-looking withered vines to both sides, reflecting a winding stone path, and then slowly walked towards the door of the hut.

The path was not very long, but he walked very carefully and slowly, because the man in white who he was supporting seemed to be asleep on his shoulder, and he was afraid of waking him, so his steps did not make a sound as much as possible.

When I came to the door, I gently pushed the door, and the door creaked and slowly opened.

As this voice came out, the man in white who seemed to be asleep became a little conscious, and his voice was almost inaudible and asked, "Father-in-law, are we back?"

The gray-clothed old man didn't answer, only nodded slightly, and then two substantial rays of light appeared in the old man's eyes, and he looked outside.

In the distance, the sea is silent, and the sea is full of water. Darkness rolls, low silence.

The old man in gray looked at it for a while, and without hesitation, he helped the man in white and slowly walked into the hut.

The room was dark, and the old man did not panic to light the candles, but helped the man in white to slowly touch the chair in the room in the dark night, then stopped, bent down the old body, and blew a few times on the chair, making sure that the floating ash on the chair was blown away, and then helped the man in white to the chair and sat down.

Then he slowly took out the fire fan in his arms, and his withered big hand touched the half of the candle on the table, and gently tapped the fire fan.

The fire flickered, the candles were lit instantly, and a faint yellow light slowly floated in the hut.

Looking at this not-so-bright glimmer, this old man is the master of the Poison Killing Sect - the Hundred Poison Ancestor!

Who is that man in white? He can let this cold and bloodthirsty old devil personally support and take care of him, and even sit down to blow away the dust on the chair for him.

This is still the bloodthirsty demon who kills people without blinking, this kind of action seems to be all that a loving father does for an ignorant child.

In the dim light, the face of the man in white was the same color as the white clothes on his body, and even whiter than the white of this clothes. On the white clothes on his chest, there were already dark red blood stains, which looked shocking.

This man in white seemed to be only sixteen or seventeen years old, but the tiredness and faint aura on his face were even more lifeless than this dying Hundred Poison Ancestor.

His breathing was sometimes rapid, sometimes low, as if the next moment, the young man's vitality would be cut off.

The Hundred Poison Ancestor looked at him without saying a word, and there was a deep love and distress in his eyes. On the old face, the muscles at the corners of the eyes trembled slightly.

It seems that he is desperately suppressing the sadness in his heart.

After a long time, the Hundred Poison Ancestor sighed and said, "Xuan'er, how are you?"

The man in white who was called Xuan'er heard this, although he knew that his situation was not improving at all now, but in order to comfort the Hundred Poison Ancestor who was called his father-in-law in front of him, he suddenly smiled lightly and said: "Father-in-law, don't worry, Xuan'er is so delicate? These small injuries can't do anything to me." ”

Seeing him laughing, the Hundred Poison Ancestor hurriedly stood up in distress, leaned in front of him and slowly waved his hand and said, "Xuan'er, don't laugh anymore, hold your breath and concentrate, your smile will consume a lot of vitality." ”

This Xuan'er obediently accepted the smile, sat there, and secretly mobilized his internal breath, but as soon as he ran his true qi, he felt that his qi and blood were surging, and with a wow, he spit out a mouthful of dark red blood.

Seeing this, the Hundred Poison Ancestor frowned, and he was even more worried, tears suddenly flashed in his eyes, and two lines of old tears slowly fell from the corners of the old man's eyes.

Xuan'er saw that he was crying, and she didn't feel good in her heart, so she struggled to wipe the tears from the corners of her father-in-law's eyes.

Now these two people, with such actions and such expressions, how can they be connected with the word Demon Sect?

This is like the most affectionate and sexual father-son relationship in the world.

The Hundred Poisons Ancestor took advantage of the light of this candle to wipe his tears with the corner of his sleeve, and then sighed and said: "Xuan'er, my righteous father is old, and he is useless, hurry up and hurry, it is still a step late, if this was in the past, don't say that a small sect of sorrow is the Blood Feather Demon Emperor, and I will have three points." The years are not forgiving, the ambition of the year has long since dissipated with the wind, if I have a choice, I would rather let you accompany me, spend the rest of the wind and candle years, and never ask the world again!"

After all, his eyes were full of heavy vicissitudes and exhaustion.

Xuan'er glanced at the Hundred Poison Ancestor in front of him, whose expression and body were as unique as an ordinary old man, and felt sad from his heart.

No matter how powerful a person is, no matter how passionate and heroic he is, he can't withstand the ravages of time.

Today's Hundred Poison Ancestors have long since lost their ambitions, like an old lion, with only his own name, and still maintaining the last trace of awe-inspiring majesty.

"The father-in-law is not old, in the child's heart, the father-in-law will always be the master of the Killing Sect who is determined to kill......" Bai Yixuan'er said in an extremely weak voice.

The Hundred Poison Ancestor waved his hand lightly and said, "Don't comfort me, how long can my father-in-law live, in fact, I know better than anyone else in my heart." Do you know what is the greatest advantage of being a person who has cultivated extremely high? The greatest advantage is that you can clearly perceive when death will come to your head, and just wait quietly for it to come. ”

After that, there was a hint of remembrance in his eyes, and he said slowly: "Xuan'er, think about it, sixteen years ago, I held you in my arms in swaddling clothes in the pile of the dead, you didn't cry or make trouble, and you smiled, your little eyes narrowed into a small slit, at that time, I didn't hesitate to take you by my side, from then on, in the wind and rain, the righteous and evil sect, I took you through together, and taught you all the methods of my life, think about it, the past is like yesterday, it seems to be close at hand, and now you are so big!" Can a stepfather not grow old?"

The white-clothed Xuan'er who said these words was also emotional, and a little tear slowly flowed from the godless eyes.

The past is still vivid.

Who was it, in the bleak wind and cold rain, who covered himself with a thick quilt? Who was it, in the middle of the night, holding a broken lamp, standing in front of the main hall of the Poison Gate, looking forward to his return home? Who was it, when he woke up from his nightmare, gently patted his back and coaxed him to sleep peacefully?

Little by little, the father-in-law in this mouth is even higher than his own father, who he has never met and doesn't even know what he looks like, and his kindness is as deep as the sea.

He suddenly remembered that in front of him, in addition to instructing his own cultivation, his righteous father gave him the feeling that he was the master of a sect, and other times, he was like a kind and loving father.

However, his identity is the supreme poison killing sect master, the leader of the world's first demon sect that terrifies the world.

The mind was moved, and the old and the young sat face to face under the broken candle, looking at each other's faces, crying silently.

After a long time, this quiet atmosphere was suddenly interrupted by the sudden heavy and rapid breathing of this white-clothed Xuan'er, and after a while, he trembled all over, and suddenly his body went limp, and he was unconscious again.

The Hundred Poison Ancestor obviously didn't expect such a situation, he obviously lost his true qi, and he also dragged the true qi in his body to swim away for a week, it is said that he was only injured by the sword of the Cangli Divine Sword, and it was impossible to be injured to death!

Without hesitation, the Hundred Poison Ancestor gently lifted his body up, shook his palms, and the endless flow of true qi flowed towards the body of this person called Xuan'er again.

But after three hours like this, this Xuan'er still didn't wake up, and even his body began to become cold, if it weren't for the profound cultivation of the Hundred Poison Ancestor, who could capture the almost negligible breath of life in the Dao, otherwise, in the eyes of ordinary people, this Xuan'er would have been a dead corpse a long time ago.

The Hundred Poison Ancestor slowly lowered his arm, his face became more and more solemn, his eyes were stunned and he didn't know what to think about, and suddenly he seemed to have made up his mind, he stood up suddenly, walked to the bed, lifted the quilt, and gently took out a small wooden box three feet square from below.

The wooden box is carved with dragons and phoenixes, and the end is exquisite.

Slowly opened the wooden box, and what caught his eye was a golden yellow pill the size of a thumb nail.

The Hundred Poisons Ancestor took out the pill, slowly walked to Xuan'er's approach, looked at him, and looked down at the pill in his hand, his eyes showed infinite reluctance to this pill, his hands trembled violently, and the pill was slowly sent towards Xuan'er's mouth, but as soon as it touched his mouth, the Hundred Poisons Ancestor suddenly stopped.

The hand holding the pill stretched out straight like that, and the pill was tightly pressed against Xuan'er's lips, but he couldn't bear to put the pill into his mouth.

And just like that, the withered hand trembled even more.

Seeing that the vitality on this Xuan'er body is getting more and more like this, it is almost cut off in an instant.

The Hundred Poison Ancestor muttered suddenly, "This ...... The only elixir...... Strike!

After that, without hesitation, he used the pill to pry Xuan'er's mouth open, and as soon as he let go, the yellow pill slowly fell into his mouth, and it melted instantly.

After doing this, the Hundred Poison Ancestor sat down on the chair next to him with a sigh of relief, his head resting on one hand and the delicate wooden box in the other.

Suddenly, a huge fatigue hit his old body, and he fell asleep in a trance.

In this way, the room became extremely quiet in an instant, except for the faint sound of the light dripping of candle tears.

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

I don't know how long it took, the comatose white-clothed Xuan'er finally woke up slowly, and with a slight movement, he woke up the sleeping Hundred Poison Ancestor, and the Hundred Poison Ancestor suddenly raised his head and looked at Baiyi Xuan'er in surprise.

Although his face was still a little pale, it was still ruddy, his breath became even, and the vitality belonging to the young man in his body burned again.

"Xuan'er, you're finally fine!" said the Hundred Poison Ancestor with a smile without hiding the joy in his heart.

This Xuan'er looked at everything in front of her, slowly moved her arm, felt that it was really good, and she was extremely happy, and laughed loudly: "Father Xie ......"

However, when he saw the wooden box that the Hundred Poison Ancestor was holding in his hand, he was shocked, and burst into tears in an instant. It seems to have lost his mind. and snatched the wooden box.

It opened quickly, and it was empty, and there was nothing left.

"Father-in-law......" Baiyi Xuan'er let out a sad cry, tears coming out of her eyes.

Seeing him like this, the Hundred Poison Ancestor seemed to be expected, and waved his hand lightly: "Xuan'er, don't be like this, that thing will be gone if it's gone, just be okay!"

But the white-clothed Xuan'er choked up and said sadly: "But...... Father-in-law, that's the last elixir, this elixir can make your old man live for another twenty years, but you gave him to me, although you saved me, but, you...... You've got less than seven years to live......!

After speaking, he trembled and wept silently.

After hearing this, the Hundred Poison Ancestor seemed to be much older in an instant, suddenly smiled faintly, and gently patted this Xuan'er on the shoulder and said: "Silly child, what are you crying about, men don't flick when they have tears, I'm old, what if I increase my lifespan a little more?

"Father-in-law......" The white-clothed Xuan'er raised her tear-stained cheeks and couldn't speak anymore.

The Hundred Poison Ancestor slowly waved his hand and said: "Xuan'er, as long as you can complete the task I gave you before I die, be able to protect yourself, and be able to take over as the master of the Hundred Poison Sect in peace, you will die, what are you sorry about!"

The young man listened and nodded vigorously in tears.

"Good boy, come closer, I'll tell you what's next......"

In the dark sea of silence, under the light of that candle, the figures of the old and the young seemed to be together, whispering the amazing secret plan......

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