"Tong Hai."
Feng Qingyang turned around and looked at him standing behind him, his eyes as fast as lightning, as if the lonely and desolate atmosphere before was just an illusion.
"How far is it to the Yinling Spring?"
"If we speed up tonight, we can arrive by noon tomorrow!"
Hearing this, Feng Qingyang nodded and looked at the five hundred black-armored soldiers behind him. Although they were all cultivators in the early stage of foundation building, they were a little tired after flying for a whole day.
"Rest here tonight, and we must reach the Yinling Spring tomorrow afternoon!"
He said this indifferently, then flew to the ground first, found an open place and sat cross-legged. Afterwards, the five hundred black-armored soldiers and Tong Hai also landed on the ground.
Five hundred people, five hundred cultivators in the early stage of foundation building wearing black armor, are enough to sweep through many sects. Although they are a bit mixed, they are not something that ordinary sects can contend with. But even so, they still cannot make a difference.
This climate is for the strong, the absolutely strong!
For a cultivator, every time he breaks through a realm, his strength will undergo earth-shaking changes.
Although small sects are mostly composed of disciples in the training period, they are able to exist because they have powerful people who are at least half-step golden elixir in charge.
These five hundred black-armored soldiers may seem powerful, but if they encounter a top-notch expert, they are just a group of ants pretending to be strong.
Therefore, this team needs a strong man, a strong man who can compete with those in the late stage of foundation building or even the half-step golden elixir. And this strong man is Feng Qingyang.
Although, at the moment his strength is not enough, he can only compete with the cultivators in the late stage of foundation building. Competing is one thing, and being able to kill is another, not to mention the existence of a half-step golden elixir.
"I want to become stronger!" he murmured and closed his eyes.
Under the cover of night, the university was no longer visible. Only the occasional cold wind blew, and the leaves on the ground swayed in the wind. One of them fell on him.
Feng Qingyang opened his eyes, took it in his hand, and looked at the yellowed dead leaf. His heart was immersed in it, just like when he saw the snow and realized his own life.
The leaves are yellow and moving in the wind. I don’t know if they are following the wind, or if they wanted to struggle but couldn’t withstand the strong wind, so they fell down when the wind came.
"Are you for the wind, or is it for you, or are you two enemies from the beginning?"
In Zhang's palm lay the leaf that had fallen on him. For a moment, he was filled with emotion, and felt that his life was just like this withered yellow leaf.
When the wind blows, you move; when the wind stops, you can stop and walk.
However, the wind will not stop, and he will not stop his steps, unless - unless he has fallen down and can never stand up again.
"I am a zombie... But what is a zombie... Why is it called a zombie!"
His mind recalled the moment when he had just accepted the inheritance, and the hopeful light on the face of the Zombie King Liu Wuji. It seemed that his becoming a zombie was their hope.
"You are the wind, and I am the fallen leaf. You dragged me into chaos, but you made me learn to be strong in the mountains!"
A gentle breeze may be pleasant, but a strong wind can bring disaster.
He is both the fallen leaves and the gust of wind. With his appearance, the entire world of cultivation will be in turmoil, whether it is the world of cultivation, that mysterious world, or even - the sky above.
"I only hope that where I walk, strength is no longer respected. I only hope that where I walk, I can freeze all evil!"
call…
He raised his hand, gathered a breath in his mouth, spread out his palm, and gently put his lips to it...
He exhaled, a small breath, and the air created wind. As the wind blew, the withered yellow leaf left his palm.
His eyes followed the falling leaf, and he saw that it had actually fallen steadily less than two meters away from him, and it did not lie on his shirt, but landed on the petiole of the leaf.
I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, but its petiole was just inserted into the crack in the ground, firmly grasping the earth, as if it wanted to grow with the help of the thickness of the earth.
“When a fallen leaf learns to take advantage of the situation, learns to grow, and learns to survive, is it still a fallen leaf?”
His eyes flashed as he stared deeply at the fallen leaf. The leaf, which was originally lifeless and withered, actually had a hint of life at this moment.
The vitality comes from its petiole. It turns out that its petiole is slightly bulging, as if there is a seed inside, a seed waiting to grow and break out of the shell!
"Am I also like that seed? I have the inheritance of a zombie, which has given me the convenience of growth, preventing me from perishing in this bloody world of cultivation. On the contrary, it has allowed me to grow rapidly..."
"I am the seed in the petiole, waiting for the day to break out of the shell, waiting to grow, because I am not a person, but a carrier of a lot of hope!"
He stood up slowly, then turned around and looked at the big tree behind him. This big tree was so big that it took three people to hug it. It had no leaves anymore and could no longer provide shelter for anything on the ground.
However, it just fell into a deep sleep in the dead of winter. Even if it cannot wake up, it still has a seed of hope. It goes through the dead of winter, the snowy nights, breaks out of the shell in the spring of the following year, and then grows.
He stared quietly at the big tree and the leaves below that were rooted in the ground. His eyes were calm, as if he saw himself.
He just stood silently under the tree. Behind him, the five hundred black-armored soldiers who were originally sitting cross-legged stood up one after another as he stood up.
"The governor..."
Everyone shouted loudly. It was only a quarter of an hour since they had been meditating and resting, but they seemed to be full of energy and had plenty of magic power.
"General, let's set off now. I will be able to reach the outskirts of Yinling Spring tomorrow morning!"
Tong Hai strode forward, his black armor clanging in the night. He had delicate features, but was surrounded by a murderous aura.
"You don't want to rest?"
"I've rested enough!"
"What a joke! You guys have rested well, but I haven't!"
After saying this, he ignored everyone and sat cross-legged on the ground again, practicing the Taiyin Sutra and absorbing the Yin energy from the night. The wounds on his body also recovered quickly.
After all, he was injured by a late-stage foundation-building cultivator, so it was impossible for him to recover quickly...
When everyone saw him scolding like that, they were not angry at all. On the contrary, it seemed that their relationship had improved a little and it was no longer a simple relationship between superiors and subordinates.
But - friends, fellow Taoists!
Then, everyone sat cross-legged again, but they did not practice from time to time. Instead, they began to gather together to communicate, which was a rare occurrence. It seemed that at this moment they were no longer the two-faced, murderous cultivators, but had sincerely opened their hearts.
(Sixth update, no explanation!)