Seeing Lin Chen's reaction, the man in white frowned, looked into the distance, was silent for a moment, and said slowly: "You can't have heard of me, everything about me in Shushan must have been ordered to be destroyed, after so many years, I am afraid that there are not many people left, and they are even less likely to mention me, a great rebel." ”

Lin Chen was stunned, maybe no one in Shu Mountain knew about the existence of Xiao Yao, a senior, but in the ancestor worship ceremony that day, he had seen in the ancestral hall of the ancestor that was lonely in the corner of the spiritual platform, not subject to any incense offerings in the world, and the desolate back of the old man, how could he forget?

The elegant white-clothed man in front of him, who is the "old man" in his mouth, is about to come out - Xuan Xiaozi, the head of Shushan, is a real person!

Only, who the hell is he?

Lin Chen was suddenly in a trance, from Yan Jingchen, the senior named Xiao Yao, to the old man who was as clear as a god, and the scene of the ancestral hall of the ancestor that day, they were intertwined for a while, and appeared in front of him like a heavy fog.

What happened more than 600 years ago?

On the entire ice cliff, only the sound of wind blowing clouds and mist remained, but somehow, it seemed to be more dead and silent than when there was nothing.

After a long time, the man in white suddenly smiled faintly, his eyes were deep, and he slowly stared at the phantom shadows of the mountains that were vaguely visible under the clouds, and said: "Three thousand smoke and dust, endless heaven and earth, let me be free...... The invincible Xiao Yao back then, who wants to remember it now?"

Lin Chen looked at him silently, hesitated for a moment, and finally said softly: "Senior, I have seen your name engraved in the ancestral hall...... Spiritual position, it turns out that you are not dead, no wonder you are not subject to the incense sacrifice. ”

It's just that before he finished speaking, the senior named Xiao Yao in front of him shook his head, still with a faint smile, as if in his eyes, he didn't care about anything: "I'm really dead, I'm just a wisp of remnant soul in front of me, with your cultivation path, I think you can already see a few points." ”

Lin Chen fell silent all of a sudden, from the first time he saw the man's ethereal figure, he had a faint feeling like this, just seeing this senior raising his hand to shock the weather of heaven and earth, as well as the immortal white bones that had been weathered for a long time, such an aura made him subconsciously think that this was just a yang god who had left his physical body.

However, after walking to his side, he didn't feel a trace of the aura of Yang Shen out of his body, and from that time on, he vaguely guessed a little, but after knowing the origin of this senior and the master, the subconscious closeness made him dare not think about it anymore......

The man in white looked at the young man in front of him gently, his face did not fluctuate, and he smiled lightly: "We are also fateful, I wonder if you would like to hear my story?"

Lin Chen took a deep breath and nodded seriously.

The man in white smiled, looked up at the vast world above his head that was reflected by the Demon Suppression Sword like water and blue light, and his gaze gradually became far-reaching and gradually blurred.

Over the years, the sorrow of the world, the time that once was, like the frozen ice for thousands of years, melted bit by bit, silently.

Those thrilling but already a piece of wasted past, how many years later, suddenly look back, what kind of feelings should it be?

And who cares?

......

"I am the long gate of Shushan, bearing a heavy responsibility, since I was a child, I have been under the guidance of the master, but day by day, the morning and the Tao, the night can die, no dare to escape, the way of practice, day by day, more and more profound, until I participated in the first ten years of the five-vein meeting conference, with a wooden sword defeated everyone, alarmed the entire Shu Mountain, so far, all the disciples are happy and convinced to call me 'senior brother'......"

The man spoke lightly, his tone as calm as if he were talking about something unrelated.

"How could it be ......"

It's just that when he heard this, Lin Chen couldn't help but snort softly, and after a while, he seemed to come back to his senses, and his heart was still stunned, after the long gate, doesn't that mean that the man in front of him is actually the personal disciple of Xuan Xiaozi, the head of Shushan?

You must know that the heir of the head of the family has a long way to go, far from being comparable to other disciples, what happened back then that would make such a character disappear from the eyes of the world?

It's just that when he heard about the Five Veins Dao Conference in the back, Lin Chen's face suddenly became a little strange, remembering that he also won the first place in the conference with an ordinary iron sword, and even later Kunlun asked for the crime and went out of Shushan and fell into the sword mound......

Thinking like this, he was shocked, and suddenly understood why the old man said those desolate words above the Qingyun Hall that day-

"There is such an unscrupulous disciple in the door, the old Taoist is really ashamed of the ancestors and the ancestors, so good!"

Is this an accident, or is it reincarnation?

The man didn't know what he was thinking at the moment, but he glanced at him, and suddenly smiled: "If it weren't for what happened back then, you might have to call me the head now." ”

Lin Chen looked at him in a daze, and after a long time, the corners of his mouth finally moved, and he said softly: "You were ...... back then." What did you do?"

The man smiled, slowly lowered his head, his face seemed to be a little tired, and said lightly: " Later, the master passed on the demon sword to me, and his old man had such high hopes for me, I felt more and more deeply that there was a long way to go, walking the world all day long, removing the demon guard, and the reputation was growing, the entire Xuanmen, and even between the world, almost no one did not know the number one person Xiao Yao in Shushan, and I held the demon sword in my hand, naturally became more and more indispensable, thinking that there is no place in the world that I can not go, and no person who can not be defeated by me, finally, I broke into the depths of the Liuhe wilderness alone, crisscrossing between 100,000 mountains...... Until I met her. ”

When the man said this, the gentleness in his eyes slowly occupied all the places, and he suddenly closed his eyes gently, as if he was remembering something, but his face was a little more painful after all.

But he didn't know that Lin Chen's eyes on the side had already widened, and the whole person was almost stunned when he heard it, and even held his breath, and there seemed to be pictures in front of him-

Time passed, 600 years ago, a young scholar, carrying a three-foot green peak, white clothes better than snow, wandering the world, chivalrous and righteous.

Until the demons were shocked by it, and they were terrified, until the 100,000 mountains were like a moat in front of him, so that he stopped and watched.

No one dared to break through the road ahead, and the road ahead was deeply frightened by the world, and there was a hint of a rebellious smile on his face.

So the sword was unsheathed, and wherever it passed, all the things that stood in his way were split, and all the things that stood in his way were smashed, and then he pointed his sword at the sky, scolded the unkindness of heaven and earth, and walked into the legendary wilderness between the hundred thousand mountains.

If there is a place in the world that cannot be visited, what is it?

Just a grievance in my heart!

With just a breath of grandeur in the sword!

What a turbulent feat! What a pride! What a reckless and careless feat this is!

Since the beginning of his cultivation, between hearsay, people who have had the same feat, in the cultivation world, only Yan Jingchen, who broke into the name of the next generation of sword gods in the wilderness when he was a teenager, can do it, and Yan Jingchen is the descendant of this person.

More than 600 years later, he sat next to this person, as a disciple of Yan Jingchen, listening to him calmly talk about the past eventful years, how could he not be deeply excited, infinite respect arose in his chest, and even had an urge to burst into tears?

Who in the world doesn't worship such a character?

Who wouldn't spend the rest of their lives remembering those who knew him?

How can he not be unreasonable, full of vicissitudes of pride!