Tick tock! Tick tock!
The winter after the heavy rain was extremely cold. Water droplets slid down along the eaves, and the ground on both sides of the stone steps were hit by the water droplets, forming multiple small puddles over time.
Whenever water drops fall from the eaves, the water in the puddles will splash and scatter. The crisp and slow sound can be heard clearly, adding a sense of joy to the silent courtyard.
The sound of water dripping in the small courtyard is like the rhythm of a piece of music that has just finished its climax and is slowly coming to an end.
Zi Yang gritted his teeth, clenched his slightly trembling fists, and stood in the center of the three rooms, staring unblinkingly at the mist-shrouded mountains ahead.
Feng Lan stood beside him, looking at Zi Yang who was thin on the outside but extremely strong on the inside. He stretched out his hands and gently opened the small fists that were tightly clenched together and refused to let go.
"Luo Yuan left too hastily, and this is his loss. Now that the beast's paw is gone, the hidden dangers in your heart will also dissipate. In a short time, you can walk out of the town with confidence."
Ziyang didn't answer, just stood there quietly.
Feng Lan saw the stubborn eyes and persuaded him again: "Don't be too impatient. Time will not affect the bond between the three of us. We will definitely meet him in the future."
After saying that, he walked straight to Luo Yuan's room, and the first thing he saw when he opened the door was an earthen jar with its mouth covered with patterned stones on the table, as well as a pile of small mountains scattered beside the earthen jars. Hundreds of patterned stones.
A clumsy stone sword was hung diagonally on the earthen wall, and an old, cracked, polished wooden chair was located on the side of the table. There was nothing placed on the wooden chair, making it look a little lonely.
The bedding was spread flatly on the bed, and not a single piece of clothing was left. It was obvious that Luo Yuan deliberately packed everything in the room before leaving, giving people a clean and tidy feeling.
Of course, except for the scattered grained stones on the table, the rest of the things are very neat.
Feng Lan walked into the house, looked at the patterned stone in front of him, shook his head and smiled bitterly: "It seems that this guy even left his wife behind. He is truly worthy of being a big brother."
Although Luo Yuan is one year older than him, he has never obeyed Luo Yuan. The battles between the two have their own winners and losers, and neither one is willing to give in on the title of eldest brother.
Even if you lose in a fight, you may say you are convinced, but you will not give in in your heart.
It wasn't until this moment that he understood who was the most responsible eldest brother among the three.
"Zi Yang, come quickly! Look at the patterned stones Luo Yuan left for us. These are enough for us two to eat buns for five years." Feng Lan shouted loudly.
Zi Yang came to his side, glanced at the patterned stones on the table, his face changed slightly, and he suddenly said: "This is probably the reason why he buys you less buns."
"Before, I have been wondering what he wanted to do with the patterned stones. I didn't expect that he thought further than us. It seems that he has already thought about this step." Feng Lan weighed the patterned stones in his palm and sighed.
Zi Yang looked around and said with a slight smile: "Lock this room. Maybe brother will come back soon."
Feng Lan nodded and said slightly worriedly: "The path of cultivation involves the jungle, the strong and the weak, and intrigues. It is far less safe than a small town. I hope he can go further."
Ziyang walked to the door, suddenly turned around, and asked suspiciously: "Which direction did brother go in?"
"All the way to the west, he must want to cross the desert." Feng Lan paused, turned around and pointed to the west, and spoke carefully.
Ziyang blinked and walked to his room thoughtfully.
Soon after Ziyang returned to the room, Feng Lan took the pattern stone and locked the door of Luoyuan's room, then went back to the room to sleep.
In another house, Lei Hu said in detail: "Idiot, if you want to get the power of this god, you must first understand that there is no life or death, otherwise you will only waste your life."
"I'm not afraid to tell you that you only have ten years after I wake up. No matter what you choose within these ten years, I will not interfere with you."
"But once you agree to bear the thunder of this god, and unfortunately die in the tempering of the thunder, I will no longer have to wait."
"As long as I live, regardless of whether I agree to bear your thunder or not, you will wait for ten years. As soon as I die, you can choose your master again, right..." Ziyang hadn't finished speaking. An animal paw was the first to block his mouth.
Lei Hu stared at him with wide beast eyes and said seriously: "Wrong! You don't choose the master, but the heir. No one in this world can be the master of this god. You can be chosen by this god..."
Ziyang held the beast's paw with both hands and hesitated to speak, but no sound came out.
Lei Hu was silent for a while and said in despair: "I was really blind back then, so I chose a waste like you. If you could do it all over again, even if you kowtow and beg me to death, I wouldn't do it. Give you a look."
After hearing what Lei Hu said, Zi Yang's courage suddenly became much bolder. He hurriedly broke away from Lei Hu's claws. Just as he was about to speak, he quickly closed his mouth and thought carefully.
"The only thing I can rely on now is the thunder tiger in front of me who claims to be a god. What this guy said just now should not lie to me."
"It has the ability to kill me instantly, but it didn't kill me forcibly. This shows that it is not a vicious beast that kills innocent people indiscriminately. How about I trust it first?"
Ziyang began to think about whether to believe it or not. After all, it was a matter of life and death, and he could not just agree to it casually.
"Although you are an idiot, you are still a living being. I will not induce you to die miserably under the thunder. I can only wait for ten years. I am not short of this time." Lei Hu saw his heart. He was worried and didn't say anything more. He lay on the wooden bed as if he was angry.
"When the divine beast falls, evil spirits will fall." These eight words were seen by Lei Hu through the beast's pupils.
Everything in the world has a cause and must have an effect. The first half of the sentence has already been fulfilled. Even it itself cannot believe that the majestic mythical beast can actually die. But how long will it take for the second half of the sentence to be fulfilled?
Maybe it will be tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, ten days, or even one year, two years, ten years, who knows.
If I delay this boy for ten years, I am afraid that this northern continent will no longer exist, and my body will be completely destroyed, but I still have this ability to reach the sky.
Although I don’t know if I can reverse the final outcome, I have to give it a try.
"Your thunder will kill me instantly, right?"
Zi Yang's worried voice sounded from behind Lei Hu's head, and it sneered: "Death is not terrible, what is terrible is the feeling that life is worse than death."
"Life is worse than death..." Zi Yang frowned and said uneasily.
"The thunder that I attract will not strike you to death at once, but will temper your body. The power of this god is difficult for mortals to control, so you must use the thunder to recast your body."
"During this period, you can only lie in bed like a puddle of mud all day long, enduring severe pain. If you exert any force, the scars all over your body will split, and bleeding and pus are commonplace."
"What I just said is just the most basic phenomenon, and the most terrifying thing about Tianlei is that it will cause you to have a mental breakdown, lose your sense of autonomy, and become a madman."
Lei Hu turned his head, glanced at Zi Yang, whose face turned pale, and sneered: "What? Are you afraid?"
Zi Yang swallowed, licked his lips, and asked with a trembling mouth: "Time! How long will this kind of suffering last?"
"Five years!"
Ziyang's pupils were wide open, he shook his head involuntarily, and kept moving backwards.
Lei Hu slowly explained: "You don't have a divine palace yourself. From the starting point, you are lagging behind. As a divine beast, I can impart the purest power of thunder and lightning to you. This is your only shortcut."
"The premise is that you have to accept the baptism of thunder every day. If you want to win at the starting point, you must pay an equal price. If you want to be stronger than others, you must do something that others dare not do."
Ziyang bit his lip, clasped his hands together tightly, and said nothing. Blood drops fell little by little along the corners of his mouth.
"You still have a lot of time. You can think about it slowly. I will not force anyone. Only the brave are worthy of possessing the most powerful power in the world."
"It's impossible to surpass others for no reason. On the road of cultivation, dangers and opportunities coexist. It's impossible without a little courage."
"You only have five years to think about it. After five years, even if you want to accept the baptism of Tianlei, I will never agree."
"Of course, since I have chosen you, it means that you are destined to be with me. I will explain the realm of cultivation to you, and I will still do it."
"I have said everything I should say. As for how to decide, it depends on you." After Lei Hu finished speaking, he jumped into the Ziyang watershed.
Zi Yang held his head in his hands and gritted his teeth: "Lying motionless on the bed every day for five years, how is this different from a dead person? What should I do? What should I do?"
The desert west of Wuzheng Town
Luo Yuan stood outside the desert with a mahogany sword on his back, looking at the endless desert that had not yet uncovered the vast darkness of night. He slowly turned around and glanced at the town with great nostalgia.
I don’t know when I will be able to come back after this departure, or maybe I will never come back.
The bitterness of the past came to his mind. He smiled brightly, waved in the direction of the town, and walked up.
On a cold morning, a thin young man walked on the desert as solid as ice, starting his path of cultivation in pursuit of answers.
In a bamboo building outside the town, Wu Yuanxiao supported an old woman with wrinkles on her face, a cane in her hand, and gray hair hanging on her shoulders, and watched him leave.
The old woman's body shook violently, and the crutch in her hand fell aside. She raised her withered palm, which was only skin and bones, and pointed at the boy's back outside the window. Her dull eyes were already filled with tears.
The old woman opened her mouth and could only make a hoarse sound, but she couldn't even pronounce a clear word.
Wu Yuanxiao stroked the back of her withered hand, nodded and said: "Xiaoyuan is gone, you are worried about him, I know all this, don't worry, he will be fine."
The old woman nodded and looked at the figure in the desert quietly.
Seeing that Luo Yuan's back completely disappeared from his sight, Wu Yuanxiao raised his hand and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of the old woman's eyes, being extremely careful for fear of hurting her.
