"The deity made a mistake in the past. You shouldn't open the door to Fang Mu. This time... Not allowed!" For a long time, the Supreme Master of the Ninth Sect said this sentence with vicissitudes of life, with regret and sighs in his voice.
Fang Mu's fall was a serious blow to the ninth sect. Even after the incident spread, almost all of the other eight sects of Tianjiao breathed a long sigh of relief.
The feeling of being covered by people disappeared instantly, but... less than a hundred years ago, Yan'er here again covered the sky like her master did.
At this moment, Yan'er listened to the voice from the Ninth Sect. She closed her eyes in silence, and when she opened them a moment later, she knelt down and did not move. It seemed that if the other party did not allow her, she would always be like this.
With one's own perseverance, with one's own pursuit in this life, not pleading, but more than pleading...
To follow the path of the master, to find the truth of the fall of the master, this has become her obsession, which cannot be extinguished, but cannot be erased.
One month, six months, one year, three years...
In the spring, summer and autumn, for countless days and nights, Yan'er could not kneel down forever. No matter who came to persuade, even if she was imprisoned, her persistence and determination made countless people moved, but she also remembered that year. That figure is even more stunning than her.
Both the master and the apprentice are like this.
Five years later, there was a loud roar, a huge crack appeared in the sky, and steps spread out in front of Yan'er.
"Xie Zhizun." Yan'er looked haggard, and after taking a deep breath, when she was about to move forward, suddenly a soft force came upon her. After it merged into her body, she swept away her exhaustion, and even more diligent.
"Alive... come back." The supreme of the ninth sect said softly. In five years, even he was moved by Yan'er's obsession here. He understood that he could not stop Fangmu's only disciple.
Instead of watching Yan'er kneel down and worship like this until her life origin wilts, it's better to... let go of her hand and let her go.
When the sigh of the ninth supreme sigh reverberated, Yan'er bowed deeply and raised her head. She looked at the crack in the sky, her eyes showed a sense of persistence and a strong recollection.
"Master, Yan'er is here to look for you." She stepped on the steps and turned into a long rainbow as she stepped, went straight to the crack in the sky, and disappeared.
This year, Yan'er left. For the Tianjiao of the Cangmang faction, what they felt this time was not that the meaning of covering the sky dissipated again, but silence.
Both the master and the apprentice have taken the path of detachment, and they... are still fighting on the vast stage, so comparison, the difference between the clouds and the mud, they can only be silent.
On the road to detachment, Yan'er walked very slowly and slowly. She didn't want to be fast, but couldn't do it. For Meng Hao, three years can go through a catastrophe, but Yan'er can't do this here, she needs more It takes more time to pass the catastrophe, but her persistence, not only did not reduce the slightest, but more.
"Master, I must find your remains." Yan'er murmured in her heart as she faced the strong pressure on this detached road, and when she moved forward hard, she was also followed by a mastiff. Silent company.
Time has passed, and the years have changed, fifteen years have passed.
In the forests of the Seventh Continent, the boy who was born more than ten years ago has grown up and became one of the best hunters in the forests around his village. Although he is not old, his body is extremely flexible. At this moment, he was running fast, holding a big bow in his hand, half a stick of incense, he suddenly stopped, and swiftly took the arrow to open the bow.
With a swish, his arrow drew a sharp energy, directly pierced into the body of a black bear more than ten feet away, and penetrated at least four inches. The black bear suffered from pain, roared, and ran towards the young man.
The young man’s eyes flashed and he backed away calmly and quickly. Sometimes he opened his bow and an arrow. The arrows pierced the black bear's body. The blood flowed down and spread around. At the same time, the black bear became even more mad. In this chase, the young man suddenly stepped in his footsteps. After a pause, he stopped and looked at him coldly.
The black bear saw the boy pause and was faster. When he was running, he was approaching the boy. The ground under his feet suddenly collapsed with a bang, and his entire body sank directly. The huge inertia made the black bear's body instantly be affected. Numerous sharp wooden tips arranged in the sunken pit penetrated the body directly.
After wailing a few times, he became weak, and soon the black bear lost his breath.
The boy took a deep breath with excitement in his eyes. He carefully jumped out of the trap and took care of the black bear. After handling the black bear, he directly lifted it up with a low growl, and walked along the forest to the village below the mountain.
In the village, at home, this young man was sweating. When he carried the black bear back, a middle-aged man sitting in the yard with a smile on his face. His right leg was bandaged. It was a hunting bone a few days ago. Fortunately, his body was strong, and he found a doctor in time, and then he was connected. Although it may not be normal in the future, it is not a major problem.
"Okay, my little tiger from the Shi family can hunt bears."
The young man grinned and ran over quickly. At this moment, the door of the inner room opened, and a middle-aged woman walked out, watching the young man dotingly. After touching the young man's head, she gave her husband a fierce look.
"Ahem, the child is not young anymore. I think that when I thought he was this old, he could hunt bears. As my Shihu's son, that's okay." The big man shrank his head and smiled naively.
The young man also smiled on the side, he could feel the warmth at home, he was the third generation of Meng Hao, Shi Xiaohu.
It's just the warmth in the home that continued to accompany him for two more years. His father was missing in a winter hunt, and the warmth disappeared.
That night, it was like the sky at home had fallen. His mother didn’t believe in the boy’s father. The best hunters in all these surroundings, and even the level of understanding of the surrounding mountains, seemed like the father in his own home would disappear, looking for Day after day, night after night.
After not finding it, another year passed. The teenager's mother was overwhelmed with grief and lost her eyesight. Two years later, her mother... passed away.
Before dying, she was holding Shi Xiaohu's hand, holding it tightly, her turbid and godless eyes seemed to be looking into the distance and muttering.
"Little Tiger, your father will not disappear..."
On that day, Shi Xiaohu cried, just like when his father disappeared two years ago. From that day on, he was not in the village where he lived, nor did he marry a wife and have children. Instead, he lived in the mountains. He was looking for his father.
Time passes, one year, one year, another year.
He searched all the mountains around, searched all areas, searched for twenty years, and finally in the spring of that year, he found a rusty knife on the other side of the mountain, and he saw this At the moment of the knife, Shi Xiaohu's eyes turned red. This was his father's knife.
Using this knife as a clue, after digging all over the surrounding mountains, he went out a skeleton a hundred meters away from the knife.
Looking at the bones and the traces of the continuation on the right leg bones, he bowed down in front of the bones. This was his father who disappeared back then.
Her mother didn’t believe that his father would disappear for no reason. He didn’t believe that, in his mind, his father was a prey with great abilities. The most ferocious mountain forest is the bear.
But on his father's body, there was no trace of being attacked by wild beasts. The fatal thing was a fragmentation on the spine. This was not caused by wild beasts, but was penetrated by an arrow more than 20 years ago.
Shi Xiaohu, who is good at using arrows, knew what was going on at a glance.
Looking at his father’s bones, Shi Xiaohu smiled. The smile was tragic, but his eyes were cruel. He took his father’s bones back to the village, buried them next to his mother’s grave, and merged them into a tomb. , He knelt there and murmured softly.
"Father, I will avenge you at any cost..."
After a long time, when Shi Xiaohu stood up, his body became colder, and he turned and left.
Time flies, and ten years have passed in a flash, and he has become an old man Shi Xiaohu. In these ten years, he has used all his methods to finally lock in a village on the other side of the mountain that is also a prey. , A family there.
The murderer who shot his father back then is still alive.
Shi Xiaohu didn't want to pursue the specific entanglement, he only knew one thing, to kill and pay for his life.
That night, snow fell and the world was freezing cold. He went to the other party's house alone. When he walked out, he was full of blood. He killed the old man. When his children fought and struggled, he simply killed the other party.
And he also suffered a serious injury. When he staggered, he held a head and walked silently across the mountain, to the grave of his parents, sitting there, putting his head in front of the grave, drinking wine , Murmured words that outsiders could not hear.
Xue is even bigger. His injuries were too serious. He went over the mountains and ridges again. He had already reached the end of the oil and the lamp had dried up. He gradually became confused and vaguely saw his father and mother again.
For a long time, in the vastness of the sky, he closed his eyes and fell before the tomb, as if reuniting with his parents again, renewing the warmth he once had.
Xue, covered his corpse, but couldn't cover the wisp of soul flying out of his eyebrows. This soul was floating in the air, looking down at the grave, and sighed for a long time. Within this soul, you can clearly see, the third The mark gradually brightens until it is dazzling.
He clasped his fists and bowed, and when he turned around, he stepped into reincarnation.
The third life ends, and the fourth life... opens.
It was also at this moment, on the road of transcendence, that Yan'er had gone through the second calamity. She insisted on the tenfold increase in pressure, gritted her teeth, and walked forward. Her cultivation level had already reached a source. The pinnacle.