When the man in white saw the figure clearly, suddenly, a strong wind howled.
Then the full moon appeared bright.
Where the moonlight was, what the man in white saw was that the figure had his back to him. However, it made him feel like a towering mountain peak that could compete with the sky.
It seems that the world is collapsing, but as long as this old man is here and this peak stands here, it will not affect him no matter what.
This is just an old man with gray hair and decay all over his body.
Why would an old man feel like this?
The man in white didn't know, and he didn't know who this old man was. In his impression, there is no old man with such an arched body among the Shenyi clan in this world.
An old man whom he had never seen before suddenly appeared on this mountain. Moreover, this old man has no divine fluctuations on his body, and his aura is ordinary, just like an ordinary old man.
What the man in white feels is that of an ordinary old man. But why do you feel this way? And getting stronger and stronger.
"Who...are you?" The man in white took a deep breath and asked.
This is definitely not just an ordinary old man. Otherwise, how could it bring him this feeling?
This must be a powerful person. In addition to being mortals, only strong men with cultivation levels much higher than him can make him unable to feel any aura.
This old man has a very high level. Sitting there cross-legged, it gave him an extremely powerful resistance, which was inviolable.
"This is an extremely powerful person... It's even possible... Even Emperor Cang is no match for him."
The man in white thought for a long time and finally spoke.
"Senior, who are you?"
Facing a person who is suspected to be the strongest, for anyone, if a strong person suddenly appears in front of them, they will naturally be frightened.
But after a moment of hesitation, the man in white put aside his doubts. If this strong man really had the intention to kill, he would have done it long ago.
More importantly, the man in white had an intuition that this old man with mysterious origins would not attack him no matter what.
The man in white opened his mouth, but the old man still sat there, silent.
The old man didn't make a sound, and the man in white didn't dare to move. The two were silent for a long time.
There was silence all around, only the sound of each other's breathing.
Finally, a vicissitudes of sound suddenly sounded in the night sky.
"Child, come to me."
This old voice is still extremely vicissitudes of life. But the man in white felt an inexplicable emotion when he heard the words. It seemed like this voice had been heard many years ago and was extremely familiar.
The man in white felt as if he knew this old man. No matter what he thought, he never retrieved the memory of meeting this old man from his mind.
He didn't think, but his body couldn't help but move. Walk forward.
The wet leaves on the ground stained the boots, and the pieces shattered under the heavy footsteps, turning into the finest strands.
The strong wind blew by, fluttering the white clothes. He let his black hair fly everywhere, revealing his handsome face. The wind was so strong that the broken leaves under my feet were flying.
However, the strong wind did not rage in the end. When it blew behind the old man, it collapsed and was shaken away by a stroke on the sleeve.
The old man stretched out his hand, and then said again: "Child, sit here."
The eyes of the man in white suddenly shrank. In the old man's wave of his sleeve, he seemed to see the changes in the world.
Behind him, there are no longer mountain roads covered with leaves, nor are there wooden houses next to the lakeshore in the distance, but mountains all over.
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In front of him is a woodshed. This wood house is very old and shabby, and it creaks when the breeze blows. Just like that old man, he has entered his twilight years and is experiencing his remaining years in the wind.
In front of this firewood house, in front of the old man, there was something more.
It was an old wooden table. In front of the table, there was a cup of tea and two worn-out teacups.
This is something that does not exist in the mountains, but it appears in front of the man in white.
"This world...has changed..."
The man in white's eyes narrowed sharply, and his breathing also became rapid.
Strong man, this old man is really strong. With a wave of sleeves, the world changes. How many people in this world can do it? At least, the man in white has never seen or heard of him.
Perhaps, only the legendary Cang Emperor and Luo Yun Emperor could achieve such a feat.
The man in white has never seen a strong man with such means.
But when the old man's voice sounded again, the injustice in the man in white's heart calmed down a lot.
"Child, come and sit in front of me."
The man in white swallowed his saliva, thought for a moment and said, "Senior, is this still a place of divine heritage?"
The land of divine relics has been sealed in dust for countless years. It has been forgotten by the world. It only covers a few square meters, and there is no way that there are such continuous mountains one after another.
The old man turned his back to him, shook his head, and replied: "This is still a place of divine heritage."
The man in white was startled, then thought for a while and said: "I have never seen this kind of scenery, how can it be a place of divine heritage? If not, can you trouble me, senior, to take me out?"
In his opinion, with this old man's extraordinary skills, he would definitely be able to take him away from Shenyi.
It's good to stay here. There is no deceit among monks, only the warmth between people. He fell in love with the simplicity of the folk customs of the Shenyi people.
Just, here. He will be a frog in the well for Tao. Once he stays here, he will no longer be able to pursue a higher realm.
Although, behind him, there is an extremely ancient existence. However, the resources here are limited and far from enough for him to reach the sky.
The old man was silent for a moment, then slowly shook his head. He spoke slowly again. Said: "Here... only you can get out. It's just that you have been escaping, so you have been staying here. Come, child, sit in front of me, and I will tell you a story."
"Only I can get out? Am I escaping?" The man in white was stunned when he heard this, but without thinking much, he passed the old man in a few steps, came to the opposite side, and sat down cross-legged in front of the wooden table.
Looking up, the old man's face finally appeared in the eyes of the man in white.
The old man's face was as wrinkled as dead wood and filled with an air of twilight. But those eyes seem to encompass the stars in the sky. Just one glance can make people fall into the infinite scenery.
The old man just smiled, stretched out his hand hidden in his gray sleeves, and turned the two teacups on the wooden table upwards.
The teapot was lifted and tilted slightly. First-class clear water flowed into the cup.
"Come, drink this cup of tea first." After making the tea, the old man stretched out his hand and said again.
The man in white nodded and smiled. When he sat in front of the old man, the anxiety in his heart disappeared.
He felt that the old man's eyes were always watching him. That look was filled with admiration, relief, and more of love. As if looking at his own child.
The man in white felt a little warm, as if he was being illuminated by the warm sun.
"Thank you, senior." He said his thanks without any hesitation, then picked up the teacup and took a sip slowly.
He took a sip and stood there stunned. His brows furrowed slightly, but his hands continued to take one mouthful after another.
As he continued to drink sip after sip, the man in white's brows frowned more and more, and he had more doubts in his heart.
"How does this tea taste?" The old man laughed at this moment. This is like a ray of spring breeze in late winter.
The man in white put down the tea cup, shook his head with a wry smile, and said, "This tea is very weak. I thought that the aftertaste of the first sip would be futile, but as I tasted it again, I realized that this tea has no taste at all."
He raised his head, looked into the old man's eyes, and said with a smile: "If the tea given by the senior is tea, it is really difficult to drink. I thought that the tea given by the senior would definitely be taken. The best tea in the world.”
"But I thought about it carefully and realized that this is actually ordinary water. After all, no matter how weak the tea is, it will still have some flavor."
The old man laughed and asked again: "Then do you know why I want to bring you a pot of water to drink?"
The man in white frowned slightly again, lost in his thoughts. After a long time, his eyes lit up. He opened his mouth and said, "Senior, you want to tell me about the clarity of water. During the journey of cultivating Taoism, you must not forget your original intention and be as clear as water?"
The old man smiled again, shook his head and said: "This answer is indeed good. Once upon a time... I also asked a person the same question, and he also gave this answer."
"The clarity of the water is certainly a good thing, but my answer is that although this water is tasteless, it can brew countless spiritual teas, as well as ordinary teas."
"Water is plain, but it contains countless possibilities. It's just like this world... This world is like this cup of water. It can brew a plain tea, but it can also brew a memorable tea."
"There are countless creatures in the world. These creatures are just like this tea. Birds, beasts, insects, humans, and monks like us."
"This water can brew countless flavors of tea, and countless creatures can be born in this world. Among these creatures, there are ordinary people with mediocre qualifications, and there are also transcendent people."
"I'm telling him that without this water, no matter how good the spiritual tea is, it will be useless. If there is no heaven and earth, those so-called geniuses and powerful men are just talking about it. If there is no heaven and earth, how can living beings be born? To drink the strongest wine and the best tea in the world?"
"In the end, the world will be destroyed and everything will turn into nothingness. There will be nothing but broken void."
As he finished speaking, the old man suddenly raised his head, looked straight into the eyes of the man in white, sighed, and said: "You are not him after all. Naturally, I will not tell you what I answered at the beginning. What I answered to you is that this clear water naturally Qing, the path ahead, whether it is turbid or clear, is up to you."
"Come on, child. Tell me your own choice. In the future, no one will control your direction behind you. In the future, you only have your own choice. Tell me what you really want." think!"
As the words fell, the sky and the earth rolled. There was a big thunder rolling in the mind of the man in white.
He suddenly remembered something and saw the old man's body shaking violently and tears streaming down his face.
A great dream in the abyss, surging clouds and rolling waves.
The surrounding mountains are all crumbling. A blood-red scene marked the world.
A broken hand suddenly stretched out from the earth, knocking over the wooden table in front of him, and appeared in the man's sight.
The old man's body remained motionless, his eyes still looking directly at the other person. Every word he spoke sounded like thunder, running in all directions.
"Tell me, my master, what you really think about!"
