A smile appeared at the corner of Han Feng's mouth recalling this. But the next moment was a sigh: "It's a pity, it's a pity that I fulfilled my vow to take the big brother out to see the outside world. Unexpectedly, it was the beginning of a tragedy... alas!"
Nie Yun next to him listened quietly, without saying anything. But there is one thing, he judged from his uncle's mouth that the relationship between master and uncle was very good.
Han Feng touched the big brother's tombstone and said lowly, "Big brother, I'm sorry."
Nie Yun also walked over and looked at Master’s tombstone: "Master, the demon monk’s death was a misunderstanding. I hope you are in the Spirit of Heaven, forgive Master Uncle, so many years of spiritual torture can also disappear. …"
The two brothers and nephews said a lot in front of the tombstone.
"Uncle Master, look, the dark clouds in the sky have disappeared. Do you think Master is alive in the sky, forgive you?"
Listening to Nie Yun's voice, Han Feng raised his head and looked at the sky. As expected, he found that the sky above the big brother's grave was originally gathering dark clouds, but now it slowly dispersed, and finally disappeared. For a while, Han Feng's eyes were a little moist, and he said in his heart, "Brother, can you really hear me? Do you really forgive Junior Brother?"
In a blink of an eye, under Mount Everest, surrounded by a world of snow, the cold makes people unable to move, and the exhaled breath will freeze instantly. However, under such cold conditions, two people appeared here.
"A few decades ago, there was a spring on the top of the peak. At that time, the uncle was only eight years old. It was the master who held me up to the top of the peak every day, threw me in the spring, and then took me back. Day after day, month after month. It can be said that with today's skill, it is all due to the spring eye that gathers the spiritual energy of heaven and earth."
Listening to Uncle Master’s words, Nie Yun was puzzled: "I have been up there before, but there are no springs on it at all?"
Han Feng glanced at Nie Yun and smiled bitterly: "That's because when I was leaving, my master took out the weapons sealed inside and destroyed the spring."
While speaking, a cold light flashed, stinging Nie Yun's eyes. After a while, Nie Yun saw the source of the cold light clearly, and saw a sword that was one foot long and one inch wide, as thin as silk, with a murderous look, and the cold light was in the hands of Uncle Master.
It was the first time that Nie Yun saw Uncle Shi’s weapon and asked, “Is this the weapon of Uncle Shi’s back then?”
Han Feng looked at the weapon in his hand and stroked the sword with his hand: "It's called Black Punishment." While speaking, Han Feng returned to the scene when the master murderer had confessed the weapon to his hand.
On this day, Han You was sitting cross-legged next to Mount Everest, cultivating phaseless inner strength. He listened to all directions, suddenly his ears moved, his eyes closed, his lips softly, and a magnetic voice came out: "Master, why are you here?"
One wears a bearskin gown, shirtless, bare calves, and wears straw sandals carefully woven from vines on his feet. There is a red horn hanging from his waist, and his hair is covered with white silk on his back. His eyes are piercing, his nose is so tall and straight, his skin is white and smooth, but his face is so handsome with a full face and beard.
This person is not someone else but Nie Yun's master, Han Feng's master murderer.
"Yeah!" The master nodded, "That's right! Seven years of cultivation has shown signs of breaking through the fourth level."
Han You opened his eyes, closed his hands, exhaled a long suffocation, looked at Master, respectfully said: "No matter how powerful the student is, he can't be better than Master. I think Master has already broken through the sixth floor. I don't know Master, come here. What's the so-called?"
With his hands on his back, the master looked at the sea of clouds in Yuan's prescription, and slowly said: "Disciple, do you know how long you have been here?"
Han You said in a deep voice: "Tui'er came here by accident when he was eight years old and was rescued by Master. It should be 12 years until now.
"Twelve years, twelve years!" Master sighed: "Twelve years, I watched you grow day by day as a teacher! I think about 12 years ago, hehe~ you were a child. Now you have learned to be a teacher. , Become a strong person, if you stay here again, you will not be able to improve. Only by going to the outside world to hone, can you get to the next level."
When Han You heard this, he immediately knelt down to his master: "Master, do you want to drive the disciple away?"
The master turned around, raised Han You with one hand, and scolded: "The man has gold under his knees. Didn't the teacher teach you?"
Han You was taken aback by what the master said, and lowered his head to admit his mistake: "I'm sorry, I took it down."
The master took a sigh of relief and patted Han You on the shoulder: "I can't bear you as a teacher, but in order for you to go to the next level, the teacher has to let you go outside to practice, and you are not looking for your younger brother. , Sister? Now that you have the ability, you are not afraid of any bad guys, so you can look for them with confidence.
"Brother, sister!" Han You muttered, looking at Master: "But..."
"Don't mother-in-law, a man must look like a man." Master Murder King reprimanded: "You will leave tomorrow."
Han You still wanted to talk, but he was puzzled when he saw the master push himself a step back. I saw the master stretch out his hand, and the palm of his right hand was facing the spring eye in front of him. He only heard the master shout and stomped the ground with one foot, and the surrounding mountains shook astonishingly.
Han You was shocked and looked at Master: "Master, you..."
Before the words came out of Han You's mouth, he was stunned, and suddenly a black and white handle flew out of the spring eye, which was twenty centimeters long. It appeared in the palm of Master in the blink of an eye. Then the master turned his right hand and grabbed the twenty-centimeter-long handle.
Suddenly, Han You was pulled away from Mount Everest by his master, and came ten miles away, only to see an avalanche occurred on Mount Everest, and the monstrous snow fell like a flood of floodgates, and his voice was deafening.
"Master, that spring is so gone?" Han You was stunned as he watched this scene.
"If it's gone, it's gone, what's the fuss!" The master sighed, looking at the black and white handle in his hand, "Fifty years, fifty years."
Han You next to him looked at what was in Master's hand and couldn't help asking: "Master, what is this?"
"Sword!" The master glanced at Han You, "Following the black punishment as a teacher for many years!"
When the voice fell, Master held the handle and shook slightly, a "swish" of the sword sounded, and then Han You only felt a dazzling light appearing in front of his eyes.
The next moment, I saw a sword that was one foot long and one inch wide, and the sword body as thin as silk emerged from the black and white handle, and it was chilling. In the crisp sword sound, there is bloodthirsty pleasure. In the hands of the master, the long sword pointed directly at the sky, and the dazzling light on the blade seemed to want to compete with this world!