The old man didn't speak, as if there was no Meng Hao in his world, he was just wandering between the heavens and the earth, occasionally seeing Meng Hao, occasionally remembering some memories, and casually rescued him.
"Heaven and earth... there is an end..."
"My end, is there?" the old man murmured, his voice was hoarse, and the vicissitudes of life were extremely vicissitudes of life. Then he sighed and closed his eyes. Can't feel the existence of this old man, even this boat can't feel it.
"Senior?" Meng Hao was startled, and slowly saw that the other party seemed to be immersed in his own world. In silence, Meng Hao sat cross-legged to the side, looking at the distance, thinking of many things.
"Dao Ji... is gone." Meng Hao felt the empty body in his body. He couldn't feel the existence of cultivation base. It seemed that all cultivation bases had disappeared. The feeling of weakness became stronger and stronger, even the old body. Meng Hao realized the gradual approach of death.
He no longer has any cultivation base.
Meng Hao was bitter and tried to practice again, but his body seemed to have become a sieve.
Meng Hao was a little unwilling. He took out the storage bag. Although there was no aura, this Haicheng storage bag could be opened once by himself even without aura.
Meng Hao bought a lot of such storage bags before, and the parrots and skin jelly slept in the storage bag, as if Meng Hao's weakness also made them lose their vitality.
From the storage bag, Meng Hao took out the pill, swallowed it, and meditated again. After condensing for a while, Meng Hao's body suddenly shook, his face became pale, and his whole body wilted again.
"I can't practice, my body has lost its foundation and everything." Meng Hao murmured, he can be sure that at this moment, Daoji is not a bit left, all disappeared.
In the silence, Meng Hao was unwilling to try again, time passed, until a month later, Meng Hao tried all the methods he could think of, but none of them could make his cultivation level appear.
All failed.
Countless attempts made Meng Hao's body weaker, until a month later, he finally understood that he was powerless.
Meng Hao smiled miserably, smiling, his voice getting louder and louder, and echoed in the quiet inner ring of the Tianhe Sea, echoed on the boat.
"The tenth ancestor of the Wang family!" Meng Hao laughed with a strong hatred.
He doesn't know whether the tenth ancestor of the Wang family was killed, it doesn't matter anymore.
"Without the cultivation base, but I am still alive... But with my current vitality, how many days can I live..." Meng Hao bitterly, his laughter gradually weakened, for a long time, he looked into the distance, his whole body seemed ethereal and dumb. Looking blankly.
He didn't know what he was looking at, his mind was blank, he didn't think about anything, he didn't see anything, until his eyes fell on the old man in armor, his eyes suddenly showed hope.
His life was saved by the other party. With the mystery of this old man and the strangeness of this ancient ghost ship, Meng Hao believed that if this old man took action, his cultivation might not be impossible to recover.
Meng Hao stood up and bowed deeply to the old man.
"senior."
The old man didn't speak, he was still ethereal.
Meng Hao hesitated for a moment, stepped out, and came to the front of the old man. When he was about to worship again, he was taken aback for a moment, his eyes widened, his eyes showed unbelievable.
He saw the face of the old man, it was very vicissitudes, and it contained endless years, but in Meng Hao's eyes, what made his mind shake was that the other party's body was not real, but vaguely transparent.
But in his memory, the other party was clearly not like this.
Meng Hao was silent for a moment, slowly raised his right hand, and tried to touch the old man until his right hand penetrated the old man's body like a void, Meng Hao tried again, even if he walked past, he still still After penetrating, Meng Hao turned his head, his eyes revealed complexity.
"Is it because I remembered it wrong before, or he was originally like this, the same as the name of this ship, Ghost Wheel... Ghost Wheel." Meng Hao smiled bitterly, looking at the ship, the surrounding debris was full of rotten things. breath.
A few days later, when Meng Hao passed almost every position of the boat, he didn't see the slightest abnormality, and all he saw and touched were ancient and vicissitudes of life.
Standing on the bow, he watched the quiet ship proceeding silently on the sea. The surroundings were silent, only seeing the undulating sea, no waves, and not encountering any life.
Like the place where this boat is, everything has turned into silence.
"fair enough… "
"On a lonely boat with no other people, silently walk through the last years of life."
"Maybe no one will know that I am about to fall, so that the master will not be sad, Xu Qing will not be sad, the little fat man, the big brother, and all my other friends... they will not know." Meng Hao sat cross-legged Where he woke up before, whispered, looking at the distant world.
His heart slowly calmed down. He stopped resenting anything, and didn’t want to think about anything. He was just a little regretful. He regretted that he did not look at Master again, regretted that he did not hug Xu Qing, regretted that he did not return to the Southern Territory. Reunited with those friends who used to be.
He regrets the strangeness of Dongtu Datang, and regrets that his parents cannot meet each other in this life.
"Patron old tortoise, since then you are free..."
"The ancestors of Feng Yaozong may never have the same line of Feng Yaozong from now on." Meng Hao sighed, and as he became calmer, he gradually became free and easy.
Death was already inevitable, but he wouldn't care about it anymore.
"It's a pity that I still have so many spirit stones in my storage bag... It's a pity that I haven't spent it yet."
"Unfortunately, there are still so many IOUs. Those people are lucky... The creditor is dead, and they don't need to pay it back."
"I don't really need to pay back the three ounces of silver outside the Zhou member this time."
"Unfortunately, I still have such a right baby. I don't know which bastard will be cheaper in the future." Meng Hao sighed when he thought of this.
"Maybe I am dead, and there is one less evil in this world. Those guys who will be pitted by me in the future, they are lucky!"
"Great luck!" Meng Hao murmured, recalling his own life, a young man studying imperial examination, and entering the patron sect after meeting Senior Sister Xu. He seized Wang Tengfei's good fortune and became a disciple of the inner sect. , Pitted the patron ancestors until he stepped into the Southern Territory and worshipped the Zi Yunzong when he rose.
"Sister Xu is really a pity... She likes me and I like her, but unfortunately I can't get married... I have never touched a woman in my life..." Meng Hao suddenly felt very sad when he thought of this.
"And Chu Yuyan, this little lady must have something to me..." Meng Hao sighed again and again.
Thinking of killing the Ji family Tianjiao, escaping into the West Desert, behind the scenes of the Wushen tribe, Meng Hao couldn't help but think of Han Shan, the demon girl Zhixiang, and the scenes of the demon fairy sect.
"Senior Han Shan, my promise cannot be fulfilled..."
"Devil Zhixiang, you don't have to pay back the favor you owe me."
There was also Ke Jiusi, and Ke Yunhai, Meng Hao thought about it, and suddenly thought of his first sword slaying.
"In less than three hundred years of cultivation, I have already cut the first sword, and the great road descends, and the other side flower becomes my soul-cutting treasure. In my life, Meng Hao, I can achieve this level, it is enough!
The entire southern sky and the earth can be compared with me, I am afraid there are not many! "Meng Hao was suddenly very proud again. He smiled, bitterly, cursed, and recalled that the years of his life became a microcosm in his mind, and in a short period of time, they passed one by one.
Time passed slowly, and soon after half a month, Meng Hao kept looking into the distance, recalling promotion, until this day, he was suddenly attracted by the shadow of the old man in armor.
He found that he hadn't moved the slightest in the past few months, and the ethereal old man suddenly raised his right hand and pinched a mark. In this pinch, two colors of black and white appeared in his hand.
When Meng Hao touched it, it was still illusory.
So for the rest of the time, Meng Hao was observing the old man every day, observing the way he meditated, observing his ethereal appearance, observing the black and white movement when he pinched the formula.
Slowly, he was attracted by the black and white light. He always felt that there was something in it, but he couldn't say it clearly.
The white, like all the colors of the world, will be slowly assimilated in front of it, until it becomes the same white as it, and the black is full of domineering, as if all the colors in front of it are just covered qualifications.
Gradually, Meng Hao's whole body was immersed in observing the old man. He even unknowingly, he meditated like the old man, vomiting and raising his right hand.
Even for the sake of enlightenment, he simply came to the place where the old man's phantom was, and directly sat down cross-legged, the whole person and the old man's figure overlapped, in this way, all his actions were exactly the same as the old man's.
I closed my eyes and immersed myself in it. The years passed, three years in a blink of an eye.
In the past three years, Meng Hao has become weaker and weaker, and his vitality has slowly withered, but he doesn't care anymore. His only interest is to find a certainty that he is still alive in copying the old man's actions.
Until one day, he felt an ethereal spirit, in this ethereal spirit, in the indifferent to life and death, his right hand of Pin Jue slowly appeared white.
"Your path, when you come to the end, you will lose yourself." Meng Hao's mind suddenly echoed the vicissitudes of life.
Immediately afterwards, black appeared in the palm of his hand.
"Your path, when you come to the end, you will only be left with yourself." With the echo of the same vicissitudes of life, Meng Hao suddenly shook his whole body, and he faintly realized that he was enlightening.
Comprehend a mysterious avenue whose vastness cannot be imagined.
"White and black are like white sky, day and night..." Meng Hao muttered, looking down at his right hand, slowly raising it, and pressing it towards the sky. He could feel that if he has a cultivation base, perhaps this moment, according to him. The Tao of Comprehension can turn the sky into pitch black and turn into day. The interlacing between black and white will bloom with supreme power.
"Unfortunately, I have no cultivation base. Even if I understand this way, it is of no use." Meng Hao shook his head and was about to get up. Suddenly, the boat that had been moving forward suddenly... stopped.
Meng Hao was startled and raised his head.