The moment the two looked at each other, Meng Hao lost the figure of the middle-aged Tsing Yi, but after a breath, the man appeared directly beside Meng Hao.
Meng Hao's scalp was numb, and he couldn't see through this person's cultivation. At a glance, he felt as unfathomable as the sea.
"Junior Meng Hao, meet senior." Meng Hao quickly got up and bowed to the man in Tsing Yi.
"Are you going to smash the mainland?" The man in Tsing Yi glanced at Meng Hao, sat next to him, took a sip of wine, his expression was still declining, and he spoke casually.
"Broken the Continent?" Meng Hao was taken aback, thinking of the description of the place he was going to on the jade slip on the map, and nodded.
"Just right, on the way." The middle-aged Tsing Yi nodded slightly and stopped talking. Instead, he leaned on a raised stone layer behind him, drinking wine while looking at the darkness of nothingness.
Meng Hao hesitated. He looked at the man in Tsing Yi, stretched a little distance away, and meditated cross-legged, but he was obviously unable to enter concentration and could only wait silently for the passage of time.
One day, two days, three days... In a blink of an eye, half a month passed.
In the past half month, the middle-aged man in Tsing Yi has been lying there all the time. The wine in the jug seems to never be finished. He sips one sip, looking at the darkness of nothingness, his expression is declining, and the meaning of bleakness is gradually obvious. .
There is stubble on his face, it seems that he has not been in the mood for a long time to tidy up, and his clothes are full of wrinkles. It should be very sloppy and embarrassed, but his temperament has an indescribable charm that makes him feel like a person. , It's just lonely, no mess.
The hip flask in his hand is made of wood with some wood grain on it. He held it in his hand. In the past half month, I don't know how many sips he has drunk.
He didn't speak, and Meng Hao didn't speak. It seemed that this man in Tsing Yi was indeed just taking the road and didn't want to walk by himself, but borrowed the stone of Meng Hao.
The two remained silent, and walked forward for another month in this relatively quiet nothingness.
Meng Hao is gradually able to enter meditation, but he will always leave some consciousness out, although he understands that presence and absence do not have much effect, but this is a habit, and it cannot be changed in a short time.
Until this day, in this emptiness, the hundred-zhang big stone was walking forward. Suddenly, the man in Tsing Yi, who had been lying there for more than a month and had not sat up, showed a melancholy expression. He sat up slowly and looked towards far away.
His actions immediately made Meng Hao opened his eyes, and then he looked over, but it was pitch black and there was nothing, but he was middle-aged in Tsing Yi. He was serious about it, and the degree of seriousness was as if he was focused on everything. Spirit.
Meng Hao was puzzled in his heart, but did not reveal the slightest, but silently watched, time passed, until three more days passed, the man in Tsing Yi watched for three days, and Meng Hao watched for three days.
Until this moment three days later, suddenly, the entire world of nothingness turned into gray in an instant. At the same time, the hundred-foot stone stopped for an instant. When Meng Hao's mind was shocked, nothingness rose thickly. Fog, the fog spread rapidly, permeating all directions, making this place seem to be a sea of fog.
Meng Hao's scalp was numb, how could he not know what it meant? At this moment, his body couldn't move the slightest. Looking at the fog in the distance, there was a group of figures carrying big rocks and walking step by step.
These figures came silently with dazedness, and the faint voice echoed the whole nothingness at this moment.
"When will the fairy bridge reappear to the sky... Ask you when you can meet..."
As the voice echoed, the figures of men, women and children, floating in deep confusion, as they approached, Meng Hao once again felt the cold that could freeze the soul.
Meng Hao's body gradually became cold, as if the vitality was dying, but he clearly saw that these figures were not a group of those he encountered when chasing Yichenzi on the previous continent.
But at this moment, the middle-aged man in Tsing Yi is still sitting there, still holding up his hip flask to drink from time to time, his eyes are more melancholy, and the corners of his mouth are bitter, staring at the group of figures.
He watched carefully, as if looking for something, from the silhouettes, until after the last silhouette was scanned, the loneliness on his body became thicker, shook his head, and took a sip of the wine.
Those figures came straight to the stone where Meng Hao was, but just as they were about to get closer, these figures suddenly stopped, and each of them, who were originally at a loss, suddenly revealed hideous faces. They all looked up and looked at them. On the stone, the man in Tsing Yi.
After only one glance at both of them, the man in Tsing Yi raised his left hand with a wave. Under this wave, these figures floated one by one, and went around from the side. When they went to the distance, they recovered their dazed, faint voice again. Reverberating, they go farther and farther.
"When will the fairy bridge reappear to the sky... Ask you when you can meet..."
The sound faded away, the sea of fog disappeared, and the gray of nothingness disappeared. There was no terrifying storm that Meng Hao had ever seen before, and it disappeared calmly.
When everything returned to normal, the Baizhang stone where Meng Hao was, galloped forward again.
"They are..." Meng Hao shook his body and gradually recovered. His heart was shaken. This was the second time he saw these strange figures. He subconsciously looked at the man in Tsing Yi and asked.
After asking, Meng Hao knew that, based on the other's cultivation base and the silence during this period, this question might not answer himself.
"Bridge slave." The man in Tsing Yi said softly.
"After the immortal bridge was destroyed by Ji Zu, the remaining meaning of this bridge merged here, the people who coveted the eternity of time and allowed their lives to continue, melted their thoughts and turned into bridge slaves.
They have gained eternal life, and the price... is to become the slaves of this bridge, day and night, in their eternal life, forever to repair this immortal bridge that cannot be repaired. "
Hearing this, Meng Hao's heart shook suddenly. He immediately turned his head and looked at the place where the group of bridge slaves left behind. What he saw was nothing but nothingness, as if there was an existence that had put down the curtain and covered everything. , Only pitch black.
"Everything in this world has a price... all have a price..." The man in Tsing Yi muttered bitterly, holding the hip flask in his hand, firmly holding the hip flask.
As time passed, Meng Hao didn't ask any more, nor did the middle-aged man in Tsing Yi continue to speak. He lay there again in silence, looking at nothingness, with loneliness, sometimes drinking wine.
Meng Hao was also silent, Qiao Slave, a very apt name, got eternity, and paid a price, but the price was too great, so big that Meng Hao thought of the faint voice of those Bridge Slaves.
Until another two months passed, in the nothingness ahead, a huge stone gradually appeared. The size of the stone stepping on the immortal bridge is indescribable. It is the land where Meng Hao was before, almost dozens of them. Times bigger.
A majestic coercion radiated from it and enveloped the surroundings. It floated in the void, with irregular surroundings. Meng Hao watched. He couldn't help but surface in his mind, before he came to this ruins bridge boundary. I saw the huge remnant bridge across the starry sky.
At this moment, the middle-aged man in Tsing Yi sat up and stood up.
"Drinking?" He turned his head to look at Meng Hao. His eyes were clear and deep, like a starry sky. This was the second time he took the initiative to speak. The first time came, and this second time... Meng Hao understood , Is to leave.
Meng Hao stood up, folded his fists and bowed, looking at the middle-aged Tsing Yi, his eyes lit up, and after hesitating, he nodded.
The man in Tsing Yi smiled, and with a wave of his right hand, the hip flask came straight to Meng Hao. After being grabbed by Meng Hao, he did not hesitate and took a big sip.
After taking this big sip, the wine was poured directly into his throat, and a fiery sensation broke out in an instant, as if it was about to burn, causing Meng Hao's whole body's cultivation base to run violently.
"The little guy is very greedy. Don't worry, it's time to spend." The man in Tsing Yi raised his right hand and pointed towards Meng Hao. He immediately shook his body again, and the large sip of wine in his body instantly turned into something similar to Jin Danzhi. The object, exuding bursts of alcohol, blended with Meng Hao's perfect golden pill. Although Meng Hao's cultivation base did not rise, it was felt in Meng Hao as if the body was at this moment, as if it was a little different.
"The wine pill is in the body, and it can support you to release my sang song twice, under the immortal, cut with one sword."
When the middle-aged Tsing Yi withdrew his right hand, the hip flask returned and he held it in his hand. He walked around for a while, walked out of the hundred-foot-long boulder, and walked towards the huge immortal bridge stone land.
"You ask when I can meet... I have searched for you for three thousand years..." The man in Tsing Yi stepped into nothingness, and a soft sigh came from his mouth. When it reverberated, there was an indescribable melancholy in that voice. Of loneliness.
Meng Hao's heart was shocked. He felt that there was an extra sword tactic in his mind. This sword tactic was a rune brand. Meng Hao could not understand it, but he could feel that he could run it and release gold. The alcohol in Dan, after two times, this mark will dissipate.
Seeing the man go away, Meng Hao immediately shouted out.
"Senior, please tell the name taboo!"
"Han Shan."
The voice echoed slowly, accompanied by the middle-aged Tsing Yi's light sigh, leaving far away, and gradually dissipating into nothingness, Meng Hao stood there, clasped his fists and bowed deeply to the place where the middle-aged Tsing Yi disappeared.
For a long time, when Meng Hao got up, the hundred-foot-long boulder under his feet had directly hit the edge of the earth formed by the huge immortal bridge stone, tearing the barrier instantly, and when he penetrated in, what appeared before Meng Hao's eyes was a huge world.