Spirit Hunters of Maoshan Sect

A violent drink, sounded behind him.

At the same time, a relic was flying behind him, hitting the back of the road.

The road wind is already the end of the strong, the Yuanshen has been smashed, and after the heavy smashing of this, it can no longer resist, the Yuanshen accelerates and scatters, and even unable to control themselves, floating in the air, the figure is getting weaker.

The feeling of death is like this...

The only remaining remnant of the Taoist style, looking down at the body of his own god, a little bit of decomposition and melting.

He died twice. The first time he was squatting but the flesh was a death in the human sense. The second time was in the dead forest, the soul of the soul, and two deaths, all brought him a different experience. Let him know.

However, these two times are not true deaths. Simply put, at the moment of two deaths, although he has a near-death experience, it is clear that this is only a process of sermons, not a true death.

This time, it is totally different.

Even as strong as him, at the last moment of the death of the gods, he still felt fear and confusion, and even a little despair.

I am doing this right, is it right or wrong, is it worth it?

He felt that he was flying upwards, flew out of the repair house, and flew in the air. He saw the big cockroaches, stood in the yard of Beidouguan, and looked up at him.

(He doesn't even know which one gave him the last, but it doesn't matter.)

He saw the long wind coming from the Qing dynasty, and the Qing Changfeng also found him, standing suddenly on the mountainside, looking up at himself. In his hands, holding a whip and a panic.

The exclusive implement that used to belong to you.

The glory of the past, the Valley of the Wind, Ye Shaoyang, Yang Gongyu, Chen Lu... All of this has gradually gone.

Nothing was taken away, nothing left.

In my life, how do you go around and cross the world?

He saw the Emperor of the capital, sitting on the court, vain and ruthless.

He saw the Tibetan Bodhisattva, in the purgatory, holding the scrolls, swearing, and sorrowful.

He saw Shaoyang, saw Qingyunzi, three mentoring, and sang songs in the room in the winter.

He saw his past life, as if he was in front of him, and it seemed to be very far away. After all, he turned over the scene.

He saw the evolution of the memories of the past life and the history of the shuttle.

He saw all the beings, eating and drinking Lazar, and dying.

(Under the sun, there is nothing new)

In the end, the two scenes merged together. He knew the depths, as if he suddenly realized enlightenment and understood some truths.

Everything is under the rules, time, space, and life. Unchanged rules. The so-called Heaven and Earth Avenue is like this.

"Wind..."

Suddenly, the voice of Qingyunzi came from the ear and brought him to a new world.

In his teens, he stood on the edge of a cliff in Maoshan, and he was staring at the autumn night.

The road wind has been standing on the edge of the cliff, looking at the mountains in the distance, the lights and the wildfires hidden in the middle of the mountains, so that the young man is full of yearning.

Qingyunzi and Ye Shaoyang, who were only a few years old at the time, these two are forced to catch snakes in the grass and intend to roast.

"Where do you stand on the road? What are you going to do? Come and help!" Qingyun Ziyu.

The road ignored him and continued to look at the distance calmly.

This old one was busy catching a snake for a long time, grabbing some locusts after the autumn, and Qingyunzi also made a roast and ate.

"You have been standing here to do this?" Qingyunzi asked.

The wind was carrying a bunch of grasshoppers in the hand, pointing to the distance and saying: "Master, when can I go down the mountain?"

Qingyunzi walked over with his hand and stood on the side of him. The little boy, Shaoyang, also came over and stood on the side of curiosity.

"What can I see from this past?" Qingyunzi asked.

"Mountain, there are mountains everywhere, the lights are all these." Shaoyang squatting on the scorched locusts, eating full of mouth is black and gray.

"Night." said the wind. Endless night.

Qingyunzi nodded and touched Ye Shaoyang’s head (the black ash on his hand was smashed onto his head). He said: “If you see the mountain, then go hiking. The scenery on the top of the mountain is always better than the mountain, but There are mountains outside the mountains. You can never climb the highest mountain. Even if you climb up, there is still a day higher than you. You will be the top, and the world will look up. At that step, what should you do?"

Ye Shaoyang blinked and blinked his eyes and said casually: "Mountain climbing is for fun, climb to the highest mountain, and you will do it. Why do you want to go to heaven?"

Qingyunzi smiled slightly and asked the wind: "The night is the sky, endless, without any restraint, but the night also represents the cold and loneliness... The child of Shaoyang is in the future and can stand at the highest seat. On the mountain, but his heart is innocent and temperamental, but in the world, where can everything be your temper? Want him to break through the sky, he has to enlighten himself, find his own reasons, then, no one Can stop him.

And you, the wind, you are like the night, boundless, unconstrained, but you are dark and lonely, you, not afraid? ”

This is almost the most level of speech in Qingyunzi's life.

The wind turned to look at the cliff, and smiled slightly: "Master, I have never been afraid of anything, and I don't expect anything. However, ten years later, everyone in the world knows my name. Even if I don't care, I can't help me." 'These two names will surely shake the world and stir up the three realms!"

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

The past events of the past are still vivid.

"Master, this is not the case for ten years. I said that I can do it now."

Thirteen years old, holding a three-foot sword, alone corpse king;

Fifteen years old, travel the world, demons and demon;

At the age of 18, he fought all over the world with his peers and no one lost.

Twenty-two years old, a single sword kills twelve yin gods, three witches, and six reincarnations... the name of the world, the "human god".

After entering the devil for ten years, after returning, he opened the sect of the sect, and the three-pointed ghost field, with the power of one against the Yin Shi and Taiyin Mountain.

In my life, how glory, how lonely, why is it not understood, but... isn't that what I want?

After all, there was no white walk.

Just... Master, at this moment, I want to see you again, and Shaoyang,

Just, I got everything I wanted, but I didn’t feel happy.

I miss the days of Maoshan.

I am constantly getting and constantly losing.

I have done it all my life, just to keep the chess pieces of others.

After all, the robbery is gone, and the world is empty.

At the last moment of the annihilation of the Yuanshen, Daofeng thought of the line that was unchanging on the stone tablet outside the north gate of the capital city:

(Today there is a competition, everyone can look at it, I have no such blessings, there is a problem with the cervical vertebrae recently, dizziness and vomiting, insist on writing a chapter, we should not be anxious, it is impossible to say that the avenue is dead and will die, continue to the future Look……)

(End of this chapter)