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This young man does not have the aura of law, his foundation is extremely ordinary, and his cultivation level is not very high, but he sits here and fishes quietly, and he seems to blend in with the surrounding environment, which is extremely harmonious.
Lin Ming pondered slightly, and walked towards the young man.
The young man obviously sensed Lin Ming's approach, but he was still fishing, sitting quietly beside this lake that was as quiet as an ancient well.
"Is there any fish here?"
Lin Ming suddenly opened his mouth. His understanding of the law of life has reached an extremely high level. He can feel that this lake is actually lifeless. There is no life in it, not even aquatic plants or shrimps, so it is impossible to catch fish at all. up.
"No."
The young man's voice was surnamed Dong, without a trace of emotion.
When he was talking, he didn't look back, Lin Ming could see his hand holding the fishing rod, it was a pair of beautiful women's hands, with slender fingers and crystal-clear nails, it was holding the fishing rod, steady like a sculpture.
On the thumbs of the right hands of these hands, there is a jade finger, engraved with the runes of the law, mysterious and simple.
"No fish, what are you fishing for?"
Lin Ming was puzzled, he was already certain that this young man was extraordinary, this was purely an intuition.
"Catch a mood."
It was still a hollow sound, which made people feel strange.
"Is it the mood of death?"
Lin Ming asked back, in this lifeless lake, the most contained thing is the artistic conception of death. If you feel the artistic conception of death here, it is not bad,
However, it is only possible. Compared with the altar of the Fallen God Mountain Range, the difference is not enough to describe it. The insignificant artistic conception of death here is too simple.
And this young man in front of him has a mysterious identity, he is not a mortal, but he is fishing here to gain artistic conception. Lin Ming was puzzled.
What can I feel here? It's just a dead lake.
However, Lin Ming didn't open his mouth rashly. He carefully understood the laws around him. In the end, he decided that there was nothing unusual about this lake. Its location was very ordinary, on the edge of a forest. The spirit beasts here were not strong enough either. At the bottom of the lake, there are still some bones of dead animals. They may have been dead for hundreds of thousands of years, and they have all become fossils. Just looking at those fragile fossils, it can be determined that these creatures were nothing more than ordinary creatures.
All things considered, this is just a very ordinary dead lake.
Although it has been confirmed, Lin Ming still did not jump to any conclusions. Instead, he asked: "Is there anything special about this lake?"
The boy shook his head, "Nothing special, just ordinary."
Having said that, the boy actually put down his fishing rod and turned around.
After seeing the young man's face, Lin Ming's eyes flashed a look of astonishment.
This young man's eyes are actually lifeless and extremely filthy, only a dying old man will have such eyes.
Although the young man's skin was fair and smooth, Lin Ming seemed to feel the passage of endless years on his body. It was as if he had walked from the end of a river of time.
It seems... In this boy's body, there is an extremely old soul hidden.
"You are… "
Lin Ming took a step back subconsciously, and at the same time raised his vigilance.
He felt that it was no accident that he met an old boy here.
However, he didn't know the identity of the other party at all.
The young man looked at Lin Ming, did not answer, but said to himself: "Your purpose is too strong, you will only chase after things that are valuable to you, and you will abandon things that are worthless, such as this piece of land. Lake, if you pass by, I’m afraid you won’t take a second look... "
Lin Ming was silent, this is human nature, not only him, normal people in this world are basically like this.
Even if those eminent monks on Mount Putuo say they have no struggle with the world and no desires, their pursuit of the state of mind without desires is itself a kind of pursuit.
The young man looked at Lin Ming, and there was no reflection of Lin Ming in those dirty eyes, but Lin Ming felt that he seemed to be seen through.
He held his breath, restrained all his mind, and raised his vigilance.
"Who is the senior?"
Lin Ming changed his address, the young man just looked at Lin Ming, and he shook his head slightly.
"Your life can be said to be unstoppable and unstoppable. You rushed to the pinnacle of martial arts regardless of everything, far surpassing the heroes of your generation. Since you emerged, you have rarely taken detours."
"But there are gains and losses. The perception of martial arts is not all the most mysterious and grand laws of heaven. It also has some ordinary things to experience. After all, you are missing a journey..."
"For example, this lake?" Lin Ming was silent. He could feel that there were some truths contained in this old boy's words, but he couldn't comprehend them all for a while.
What is the so-called "ordinary" thing
The young man smiled lightly, and did not answer directly, but said: "Your road is still too smooth. Maybe you have experienced setbacks, but it is not enough. You are invincible in your peers. You have triumphed all the way and defeated countless opponents. It can even be said that you have never experienced setbacks." If you have truly failed, this may become your limitation, making it difficult for you to reach the pinnacle of martial arts!"
The young man's words, like a flash of lightning, flashed across Lin Ming's heart.
Never really failed
In Green Mulberry City, he lost emotionally to Zhu Yan and Lan Yunyue.
On Divine Phoenix Island, he was dazzled. [,! ] There is no place for him to escape, fleeing to the Holy Demon Continent.
Later in the four kingdoms of the gods, he was tricked by Yang Yun and was almost taken away by the ancient demon.
At the end of the God Realm, he fought against Tian Mingzi twice, and was on the verge of death several times.
But these, in the mouth of the young man, are not failures, they can only be regarded as some small setbacks.
"The road to martial arts is too smooth, there are too few detours, and triumphant songs all the way, but it is easy to fall into a bottleneck, unable to set foot on the pinnacle of martial arts..."
Lin Ming comprehended the young man's words, and he did not pursue to find out who this person was.
He knew that if the other party intended to reveal his identity, he would naturally know.
At this time, the boy had already stood up.
He held the fishing rod in his hand, and the finger on his thumb reflected a bewildering green light, and the eyes he looked at Lin Ming also contained an intriguing taste.
Lin Ming and the young man looked at each other, the other's dirty eyes gave Lin Ming a very deep impression.
"Are you waiting here for me?"
Lin Ming felt a slight chill in his heart. A person of unknown origin, whose strength was far above his own, naturally felt uneasy.
The boy just smiled and left.
He stepped on the lake and disappeared into the misty smoke.
Lin Ming took a deep breath, this mysterious old boy always gave him a feeling of being terrified.
"Brother Lin, that man... so scary..."
After the old boy had left, a timid voice suddenly sounded in Lin Ming's ear, it was Hong'er.
"What did you see?" Lin Ming's heart moved, and he asked, perhaps Hong'er could see more things.
"I don't know... I didn't dare to look at it at all, I kept shrinking, afraid that if I took a breath, he would find out... "
Hong'er said in shock.
"Well... I see, don't appear frequently in the future..."
Hong'er's words made Lin Ming faintly have some guesses.
He hastily asked the trainees of the original dream battlefield, confirmed the opening time of the original dream battlefield, and thus knew the time of his retreat this time - a full sixteen years.
That is to say, counting the Enlightenment from the Altar, and the previous three years of fighting in the Yuanmeng Battlefield, Lin Ming has already stayed in this Yuanmeng Universe for thirty-two years.
Thirty-two years is actually just a short moment for a long-lived martial artist like Lin Ming, but for the upcoming catastrophe of the human race, half of the time may have passed.
War can break out at any time.
Lin Ming left the battlefield of the original dream and returned to the Fallen God Mountain Range. This is the meeting place he agreed with Sheng Mei. As long as he returns to the Fallen God Mountain Range, Sheng Mei will get the news.
Lin Ming's meeting with Sheng Mei was to return the golden pages to Sheng Mei.
"Have you seen him?"
In the middle of the night, Sheng Mei suddenly descended and appeared behind Lin Ming.
Lin Ming raised his eyebrows, and turned to look at Sheng Mei.
At this time, Sheng Mei was wearing a black and red robe, and her eyes seemed to contain shattered stars. Against the background of the night, Sheng Mei was like a goddess of the night, showing mystery and nobility.
The night breeze was blowing, Sheng Mei's cloak was fluttering, her expression was cold, it was difficult for Lin Ming to see what she was thinking from her expression.
"He? That mysterious boy?"
Sheng Mei's inquiry made Lin Ming's previous guess more certain in his heart, and this guess made Lin Ming feel a chill down his spine.
Sheng Mei's silence meant that she acquiesced to Lin Ming's rhetorical question.
"I've seen it..." Lin Ming took a deep breath, looked at Sheng Mei, his eyes changed slightly, "That old boy... is the Soul Emperor?"
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