Zhenzhou Jianyou Peak
An old man in commoner clothes who was over sixty years old, with gray temples and a face full of vicissitudes of life, sat cross-legged on the ground, with a dark yellow complexion full of wrinkles, and his deep eyes looked straight ahead.
The middle-aged man sitting opposite him looked much more energetic, with a few white strands in his short black hair, and his face was relatively bright.
The age difference between the two is only one year. One has already entered his old age, while the other is still in his forties.
The middle-aged man deliberately persuaded: "Let it go. There are too many worries in people's hearts, which is not a good thing after all. You know, this is no longer our era."
"I have a hunch that the secrets of the ancient island will be revealed by the energetic children. Those who are recognized by the gods will inevitably appear in this era one by one."
"Let go, it's easy to say, but how many people in this world can actually do it?"
"An era where weirdos emerge in large numbers will inevitably be accompanied by bloodshed, and ambitious people will definitely jump out." The old man blinked slightly, and the endless killing war had already appeared in his mind.
The middle-aged man smiled and said, "That's right. Peace must be defended by strength. Once the balance is broken, the four continents will surely fall into violence until someone steps forward and reaches the top throne."
"It's a pity that we were too merciful back then and lost the best opportunity. Thinking about it now, it's too late to regret it."
The old man said carefully: "I don't think so. In our time, although the Northern Continent was strong, it was not strong enough to compete with the other three continents."
"Also! The strong men in the ocean will never miss an opportunity."
"It's easy to start a war, but once you lose, everything is lost. Life and death are small matters for you and me. Where should the thousands of people in the Northern Continent go?"
The middle-aged man was silent for a long time. The sea is vast and vast, and there are many strong men occupying a certain sea area. The many forces are intricate and complex, and there is no guarantee that they will not take advantage of it.
Crunch!
Xin Wanyou came over with a pot of hot tea. Before the tea was poured out, the aroma of tea was already wafting out. The middle-aged man looked at him sideways for a while, wondering what he was thinking.
After pouring a cup of tea for the two of them in turn, he put down the teapot gently and left silently.
The middle-aged man asked with a smile: "Your apprentice looks familiar to me. Could he be that person's descendant?"
The old man sighed softly: "Indeed. However, this son is different from his parents. He has no determination to fight for fame and wealth, so he left his hometown and came to the Northern Continent."
"After his first defeat, he became depressed and wanted to live in seclusion in the mountains. I finally managed to guide him on the right path, and he was determined to be himself."
The middle-aged man picked up the tea cup and took a sip of fragrant tea: "I really want to see what the person you are waiting for looks like. I wonder if I will have a chance to see him?"
The old man said without hesitation: "Yes. I will let you see the existence beyond the divine weapons, a heaven-opening sword that is enough to overwhelm all the divine weapons in the world."
"A divine sword is easy to come by, but a good talent is hard to find. I hope you won't break your promise." The middle-aged man said with something in mind.
The old man changed the subject and said: "Recently, the sea has been a little uneasy."
"If you didn't mention it, I would have forgotten it. The relationship between our human race and the sea race is likely to undergo drastic changes. Of course, this is also my personal guess. As for whether it can be realized, it depends on God's will." The middle-aged man pretended. Didn't make it too clear.
The old man's eyes suddenly became brighter. He stroked his white beard and said seriously: "Is this true?"
"I saw it with my own eyes, how can it be false?" The middle-aged man smiled brightly, as if he was showing off something.
"Then I'll have to wait and see."
Tap tap tap! Tap tap tap!
Just as the two were laughing and chatting, there were footsteps and a creak outside the door. The door was pushed open a small crack and a head poked in. His smart eyes swept across the two of them. The silver-haired man stared at the old man and said with a smile: "Are there any distinguished guests?"
The old man said calmly: "Come in."
The silver-haired man was dressed simply, with a hollow runner hanging on the outside of each leg. There was only a cylindrical handle in the center of the runner, and the outside of the runner was composed of ten sharp parallel hooked blades.
The middle-aged man looked at the fiery red wheel and couldn't help but glance at the silver-haired man.
Before the silver-haired man's butt touched the ground, the old man's questioning voice rang out: "Why are you here if you don't go to sword practice?"
"I just came to take a look and have a sip of hot tea. Okay, I'm going to practice my sword." The silver-haired man finished drinking the tea and glanced at the middle-aged man intentionally or unintentionally before leaving.
After the silver-haired man left, the middle-aged man said: "This boy is quite smart, and he has two divine palaces. He is much better than Zifu. I think he can definitely inherit your mantle."
The old man shook his head slowly and said: "I saved him not to accept him as my disciple. After his memory recovers, I will let him leave Jianyou Peak."
The middle-aged man said with great interest: "Oh? Restored memory? Is it because of the soul-stealing wheels?"
The old man said in detail: "Exactly. Under the burning flames of the Vulcan Mansion, a lot of his memory was lost. I am worried that he will be used by people with ulterior motives, so I will let him live temporarily in Jianyou Peak."
The middle-aged man said: "The Heavenly Spirit Armor, the Sky-Shrouding Ghost Sword, the Thousand-faced Phantom, the Soul-stealing Wheels... It won't be long before anyone recognized by the gods will appear. From this we can see that disputes continue. The troubled times are not far away from us."
"In troubled times, the most important thing is to gather talents and unite people's hearts. Whoever can do this will be one step closer to the top throne."
"The current era is even more ferocious than ours. It's hard to accommodate two tigers on one mountain, let alone dozens of tigers coming out at once, plus four inheritors of the mythical beasts, and old guys like us. It's really a group of heroes. "
The old man held the teacup in his hand and said with a smile: "You? Do you still have the courage to hold the handle of the knife now?"
The middle-aged man was silent for a long time, stroking the callus on the tiger's mouth of his right hand with his left hand, and said: "If I can, I really don't want to pick up that knife again, unless..."
He looked at the old man and smiled, but did not continue.
The old man saw through it but didn't say anything, and laughed on his back.
Liangcheng East Gate
Somewhere in the courtyard of Dou Shen Tower, Ziyang was sitting on the ground with a haggard expression, using a red thread to thread the peach cores together.
Jia Juesheng walked out of the room with the medicine bowl in his hand. When he passed by him, Zi Yang raised his head and looked at him expressionlessly. The latter shook his head at him and left without saying a word.
Ziyang came to the door with a peach stone bracelet in his hand. Before his extended palm touched the door leaf, he retracted it in a panic. After several attempts, he finally plucked up the courage to push the door open.
The moment Hua Yao, whose face was covered with knife scars, saw him, she hurriedly covered the scars with both hands, wishing she could find a hole in the ground to crawl into. She said emotionally: "I don't want to see you, please leave quickly! Don't appear in front of me."
Zi Yang stood there and looked at her, and asked in a low voice: "I didn't scare you five years ago, did I?"
"Five years ago..." Hua Yao thought of the young man who was covered in blood and dying.
Ziyang sat beside the bed and said softly: "Come on, take your hands away. No matter what you become, I won't care."
Huayao's delicate jade fingers moved slightly. After hesitating for a long time, she slowly lowered her delicate jade hands. Although they were covered with scars, they still couldn't hide her beautiful face.
Zi Yang saw her face change with shock, but it only lasted for a moment. To prevent Hua Yao from misunderstanding, he smiled and said, "You came from Wu Zheng Town to Liang City alone. You must have had a hard time on the road, right?"
Hua Yao clasped her fingers together, moved her charming eyes away, and said shyly: "I miss you..."
Zi Yang said: "Listen to me and return to Wu Zheng Town after your injury is better, okay?"
"Are you trying to drive me away?" Hua Yao lowered her head without looking at him, her tone full of reluctance.
Ziyang stretched out his arm, but before his palm touched hers, she grabbed her tightly and begged: "Can you not drive me away? I want to follow you, forever and ever."
Zi Yang explained carefully: "I don't want to drive you away, but Liangcheng is too dangerous. In the face of absolute strength, I have no way to protect you."
Having been in prison, he knew how insignificant he was in Liangcheng, and he didn't want Hua Yao to suffer with him.
"You have only entered the ninth realm of flow, and I am the third realm of airflow. I will protect myself, so you don't have to worry." Hua Yao gently shook his arm and showed a sweet smile.
"Don't laugh!" Zi Yang stretched out his hand wrapped with a peach core bracelet, carefully wiped away the blood from her scar, and told her, "The scar on your face hasn't healed yet, so you can't make too many expressions. "
Hua Yao's beautiful eyes stared at him without blinking, and said softly: "Are you caring about me? You were not like this before."
Ziyang's cheeks were slightly red, and she took out the palms that were clenched by her and said, "I still have something to do. You can rest peacefully. I'll come back to see you later."
"etc......"
"What...what's wrong?"
"Aren't you going to leave the peach stone bracelet to me?"
He threw the peach stone bracelet beside the bed, and just as he was about to open the door and leave, he heard the sound of the bracelet falling to the ground.
Zi Yang picked up the bracelet, glanced at Hua Yao who was unhappy, and said, "I... I'll put it on your wrist."
Hua Yao rolled her eyes and didn't look at him. She stretched out her right hand to him naturally: "You did this voluntarily, I didn't force you."
After Ziyang put on the peach stone bracelet for her, he looked at her and smiled: "Okay! I'm leaving."
Hua Yao quietly watched him go away step by step, until the moment he opened the door, she couldn't help but said: "I'm fine, you... pay attention to your body."
Zi Yang paused and pretended to be suspicious: "Are you caring about me? You were not like this before."
Hua Yao opened her lips slightly and said seriously: "Before! In the past, I just used scorpions and poisonous snakes to scare you, but I didn't let them actually bite you..."
"just kidding."
Zi Yang walked out of the room with a smile. The moment he closed the door tightly, his fierce eyes suddenly appeared, and the smile on his face gradually solidified, as if he was holding back a ball of anger.
