Shi Feng is not actually in retreat.
He just needed to think alone, trying to remember that night in the Snowy Mountains many years ago.
—His father led the Aggregator to chase after him. The snow was blowing in the sky, it was difficult to tell the direction, and the snow was thick enough. Shi Feng couldn't get rid of those stalkers.
This is the cold winter of the Daxue Mountain. When we reach the middle of the mountain, it is difficult to see even an animal, and it is frozen for thousands of miles.
He allowed the wound to be frozen, and the faint bloody aura had long been blown away by the wind. For that matter, the tense murderous aura still lingered in his heart, and his blood was churning like a hand cruelly reaching into his chest. Keep stirring.
The heart twitched, and the throbbing pulse sent a sharp pain like a knife to the limbs.
It is the feeling that is closest to death, and it is also an indescribable despair.
At that time, Shi Feng had practiced for nearly three hundred years, and even if his talent was placed in the Beixuan School, it was rare to see him. His classmates even worried about his master Nan Hongzi, and said half-jokingly every day, "If you ascend before your master , how is this good?"
In Shi Feng's life, apart from being the youngest son of the Shi family in Wucheng, and the years when he was seriously ill, Shi Feng had been taught by Nanhongzi and Beixuan sect a kind of self-confidence. He has this qualification and this ability, a Mahayana monk who is less than 300 years old...
Even in the face of the precarious danger of the Beixuan faction before, even if he could only choose to kill Nan Hongzi, when he broke through, Shi Feng never felt such hatred.
It turns out that there is one thing, no matter how high the cultivation base is, what kind of person you become, you can't get rid of it.
"You can't escape!"
"The home of the aristocratic clan of the Aggregate faction, as soon as the child is born, the blood is controlled by the relatives. You are a person of the Le family, and death is also the soul of the Le family. This is a brand that you can never get rid of! Do not obey your grandfather and father. order, only life is better than death."
In the sound of the wind and snow, the arrogant and angry roar seemed to be approaching again.
- They really caught up with them accurately.
"How long can you endure this kind of pain by relying on your true essence? Ten days, half a year, or forever?"
The sarcastic laughter came from his brother, Le Cang.
Rao is now that Shi Feng recalls that the maliciousness in that laughter can also disturb his mind.
"Brother..."
A soft call suddenly came from his ear, Shi Feng frowned, and the terrifying aura all over his body suddenly stopped.
Shi Feng slowly opened his eyes, and a touch of blood quietly faded from his eyes.
Chen He was a little shocked when he saw it, and called out again cautiously: "Senior brother?"
"I'm fine." Shi Feng said lightly.
There is nothing in this quiet room, no windows, no decorations, not even a talisman.
At this moment, it was the dead of night, and when the hours were changing, when Chen He pushed the door and came in, there was not even a single person outside the porch. It stands to reason that the retreat of the Demon Venerable is a very remarkable thing. A trap to defend against the formation, and then guard more than a dozen masters outside the formation. It's just that Shi Feng doesn't need it, and he doesn't trust the so-called subordinates either.
Of course, there are stupid people sent to send ghosts to test, but the results can be imagined.
When Shi Feng entered meditation, the real essence full of nirvana filled the whole room, not to mention pushing the door, the guy who pressed his hand on the door lost half of his arm, screaming and fleeing, the demon cultivators rushed out. Come and watch him fall to the ground, his face distorted, and he died of breathlessness. After half an hour, the corpse was like a dead body in the desert, withering and scary.
Everyone shuddered, not to mention the door, no one was willing to step into the entire courtyard.
Chen He was very relaxed. The same Beixuan sect from Yiyuan only made him feel cold all over his body.
But after entering the door, Chen He didn't dare to get close.
It's not that he is afraid of Shi Feng, but he is worried about disturbing Shi Feng. Senior brother looks like he is entering meditation.
"Senior brother, what do you remember?" Chen He only took a few steps closer when he saw Shi Feng's answer.
Shi Feng was silent for a while, then shook his head.
Before the younger brother uttered the name of "Mingyuan Yuan Gong of Ten Thousand Tribulations and No Elephants", Shi Feng always thought that the practice became weird because he wanted to give up all the blood flowing on his body, the shackles brought by this layer of natural blood.
The people from the Gathering Party Music Family are right, he can't escape, as long as he is still Shi Feng, he will always be affected by the bloodline brand.
Le Cang said maliciously, "Unless your blood is drained and you are just a dead person, can your soul escape the torture of soul refining?"
After Shi Feng heard it through the sound of the wind and snow, he thought indifferently: He won't die, and he doesn't need to bleed, as long as he kills all of you, won't it work
"Brother!"
Shi Feng woke up again, a little dazed, and couldn't help rubbing his brows with his hands.
Chen He automatically moved behind Shi Feng, stretched out his hands and pressed the sides of Shi Feng's forehead covered in cold sweat.
The true essence is slowly injected with the movement, and the warmth penetrates, but before it reaches the Shifeng meridian, it will die into nothingness.
"No need." Shi Feng held Chen He's hand, preventing his younger brother from wasting his true essence.
"Things haven't gotten to the point where they can't be resolved."
Chen He opened his eyes wide and said to Shi Feng plausibly, "Senior brother, I don't think your practice method will be more serious than me, who called people to kill me."
"What nonsense." Shi Feng glared at Chen He, "It's not the same thing."
"I think so." Chen He muttered dissatisfiedly, "Senior brother, it's just that the use of real energy is a little strange and scary, and nothing else has any effect. Senior brother has never been enchanted, and the way to ascension will not reject you. Even if you can't figure it out. , I won't understand when I find the seniors of the Northern Profound Sect after ascension?"
Shi Feng fixedly looked at him, and after a long time he sighed: "You are right."
Chen He was happy when he heard the words.
In fact, after he said what Ji Changge said that day, Chen He regretted it when he saw that Shi Feng said nothing and turned to go to retreat.
It's just a name of a practice method, what's the use of knowing it, Shi Feng still doesn't know what to do next.
Most of the demonic obstacles in the world are hard to see and understand. In order to create their own exercises, there have never been many monks who went into trouble. Chen He was worried that Shi Feng would also be in danger.
Furthermore, the essential change of Shi Feng's practice originated from an unspeakable tragedy. No matter who recalled it, he could only feel pain.
"Senior brother, you don't want it anymore?" Chen He didn't want to see Shi Feng show that kind of lifeless anger mixed with despair and killing intent, like the blood red that faded from the bottom of his eyes. of scars.
"Um."
Shi Feng got up and touched Chen He's forehead.
"In this world, the important things are nothing but you and me, let him leave the rest for the time being."
Chen He's face tightened, and in order to avoid the embarrassment, he quickly said, "Don't be disappointed, Senior Brother, I think if we can find Master, the problem of the exercises will be solved easily."
"This..." Shi Feng hesitated.
Chen He leaned into his ear and asked slyly, "Brother, you seem to be afraid of Master."
"Nonsense!" Shi Feng reprimanded instinctively, and took the restless Chen He into his arms, lest he exhale into his ears.
"Then why didn't you find it?"
Shi Feng was silent for a while, then said in a low voice, "Master's soul didn't search for the reincarnation body in time, he first followed me up the Daxue Mountain, and he kept talking about it two days before I fell into a coma. When I woke up, he was gone. The art of autopsy. , no one has used it for many years, if Master is fine, I should wait for me to wake up, there is only one possibility for him to leave, that is, the soul cannot continue to wander, and must find a body to support."
Chen He nodded, indicating that he understood.
"But Daxue Mountain is extremely cold. Except for Beixuan Sect and Qiankun Guan, there are no mortals on the mountain, and there are no people within a few hundred miles."
When Chen He heard the words, his heart jumped: "You mean—"
"Exactly, I don't dare to look for it... Chen He, I don't dare to look for it at all." Shi Feng's voice was extremely low, and finally there was a slight tremor.
Maybe Nan Hongzi left and just found a body to settle his soul. In this life, he can't become a monk at all, because he doesn't have time to choose a body with good roots.
Perhaps Nan Hongzi did not leave, and his soul completely dissipated in the cracks of the ice in the snow mountain, beside Shi Feng...
In ancient times, magic cultivators could soar. Recently, Shi Feng, Chen He and the others learned that there is a way for magic cultivators to ascend, at least in this world. But Nan Hongzi didn't know that his soul didn't leave because he was worried that his only apprentice would be enchanted in this catastrophe.
- It's not worth it.
All the hardships and tribulations are nothing after being left behind. Because of such despicable kinship, Shi Feng finally fell into a demon and was unable to ascend. In Nan Hongzi's view, it was absolutely impossible, and Nan Hongzi was already dead. For the sake of his apprentice, he How will he choose
"I don't know..." Shi Feng repeated, holding Chen He's hand tightly.
Chen He endured the pain in his hand and comforted softly: "Senior brother, don't worry. Master must have lived again. Even if he is not a cultivator, how much do you think he will be able to do? He can work as an accountant, repair roofs, and read sutras in wars. Live well."
Shi Feng didn't say anything, just slowly let go of his hand.
He was not persuaded by Chen He, he just knew in his heart that no matter what the truth was, whether Nan Hong's son was born or died was a foregone conclusion, and no matter what happened to him afterwards, it would be of no avail.
The ridiculous things in the world are probably like this - when I was humble and weak, I only felt that I was useless, so I couldn't save everything, but in the end, with the power of tyranny, I still couldn't change this despairing regret.
"Senior brother, I'll accompany you to find it, and I can definitely find it." Chen He insisted, his eyes lighted slightly in the dark night, "My cultivator, as long as the soul is not completely refined, even if it disappears, there are traces to follow, but it will be lost. It’s just spiritual wisdom. Even if the master becomes a flower, a tree, or…”
"Chen He." Shi Feng couldn't help but stop drinking.
He really couldn't imagine that Nan Hongzi was a bunch of flowers, or something like that.
"If you lose your spiritual wisdom, you will find a way to reshape it. If you don't have it in the mortal world, you will go to the underworld. If you don't have the six reincarnations, you will go to the immortal world." It doesn't matter how difficult it is, I can definitely do it."
"… "
Shi Feng looked at him and was speechless for a while.
He suddenly thought that his junior brother was alone and without support, but he soared as a demon cultivator and walked against the sky, forcing the way of heaven to go back in time.
And this is exactly what Chen He, who would do such a thing, can say.
"Master...Senior brother?"
Chen He was taken aback, and just tilted his head to avoid it, his lips were covered again.
"I'm very happy." Shi Feng said vaguely and softly.
—He sacrificed his life to inherit that unfamiliar thin young man on the Chifeng Desert. He really lived against the sky as he wished, ignoring three calamities and nine calamities, and trampling on the way of heaven.
Even if everything goes back, Chen He didn't grow up in the Chen family, and he didn't die. They are such close brothers and sisters.
Just like the younger brother said, if everything is in the way, what is it