"Next, is the story of my disciple..." The old man suddenly smiled, and when he mentioned his disciple, his tone showed pride.
This pride comes from his disciples, and this pride also comes from his disciples.
Perhaps many years ago, there was also a young scholar who was proud of the old man's high-spirited youth. Perhaps, the young people back then didn't understand why the scholar looked back at him with the brilliance in his eyes whenever he traveled down the mountain.
The young people back then didn't know it, but now the old people finally know it.
Because that young man back then also has light in his eyes now.
This was an expectant look in his eyes, because he knew that his disciple would definitely be better than his master. Once a young man who was wild and wild, after going through ups and downs, he finally became better than Lan.
Nowadays, the glory of youth is gone, replaced by gray hair and an old appearance. But there is still something unchanged. It is better than the original blue and gets a brighter light.
That was the old man's disciple. Now, the old man already knows that his most proud disciple has reached an extremely high position.
At this point, no matter how hard he tried to catch up, he was still out of reach. Because, in this life...he can no longer find the way forward. I can only stand behind and watch silently.
The wish in his heart is to look at each other from afar. Even just a glance to see how far he has grown. Just a glance, this was originally a wish that could not be obtained in this life, but now, it suddenly appeared.
The old man didn't know why he appeared here, but when he appeared here, he saw the young man in white who was wandering in his dream.
Just one glance, and my heart was shaken. The old man didn't know why he saw the child he had always cared about even before his death here.
This day after day, day after day. The young man who has always been ignorant has always been watched by the old man.
The old man has always wanted to wake up this person who has sunk here, because he has noticed that the young man's state is not right, and he has also noticed that the rotation of the world here is not right.
The stillness of time, the reflux of time. Everything is extremely weird. Even the old man who observed all this was like this himself.
This was not the real world, and the young man was not someone he knew. All of this is trapped in a nightmare. And he is the nightmare itself?
Maybe, maybe not. Since he can exist here, there must be a reason for his existence.
The old man didn't know what the reason was. But he knew that no matter what, he had to wake up this young man who was no longer in his memory.
Until one night of wind and rain, the old man suddenly found that he could move.
He also didn't know why he could move, nor how long he could move. But he knew that if he did not appear at this moment, perhaps this young man would continue to sink.
The old man doesn't know how long he can persist, but he also knows that his existence is not far away.
When he began to move, an invisible stick of incense quietly lit up between heaven and earth.
Although this stick of incense cannot be seen. But the old man could clearly feel a burning force.
This power is the last remaining power of his soul. Once it is burned out, his soul will be completely gone.
The old man didn't care that his soul was destroyed, because he was a dying person.
How can a dead person be afraid of dying again?
He no longer belongs to this era, and the only thing he can do is to use his body as fuel to fuel the light in his eyes.
The old man’s name is Gu Tianshu. It’s for comfort, not for losing. The battle with the sky has never been lost.
He used to be the most popular person in the world.
Now he can just be dispersed by the wind, one fight after another.
Feng Liu was gone, but Shi Dou still existed in his heart.
That's...that person's continued fighting glory!
The old man spoke slowly, telling the story to the young man in front of him...
Who is enlightened and transcends the world, watching the moon shine at night? Who is it that Luoyun never returned home, and then went on a stranger's journey without hearing an answer? Who is it? All roads leading to the sky should be killed. Alchemy and spiritual cultivation are all avenues.
After the frost, wind, blood and rain followed the chaos of the earth, who added to the splendor? All the romance and pride belong to him.
Who is it again? Starlight and moonlight are all over the peach blossoms. When I see her, I will never forget why I care about her. My love for you and my concubine is endless.
Who is it that the mountains and rivers listen to the wind and recall the snow ballads, and hold the world in their hands with your kindness and righteousness? Who is it? They are all home when they are looking for a way home, and they care about them regardless of the rain or clouds.
And who...burned out all the vitality, killed all the immortals in heaven and earth at dusk, and held the power of life and death for him.
The old man's figure is gradually fading, and his words are as pale as a shadow.
As soon as the words fell, the young man burst into tears. In his mind, everything was filled with the horror of heaven and earth.
Who is this young man who is so full of energy that his heart is broken by the twists and turns of the road? Who is it? The frost, wind, blood and rain have caused chaos in the soil, adding to the splendor in one stroke. Who is it that destroys the sun like blood, life and death, and seizes the creation of heaven and earth? He is the one who takes power.
Who is it that all the love and pride belong to him?
The young man's whole body was shaking, and his eyes were as red as blood. He still didn't remember who he was, and he still didn't remember who this old man who was so familiar to the viewer was.
But he remembered who the old man was talking about.
That person...is him. The young man does not know who he is and has never experienced most of the events in the story. But the strong intuition in his heart pushed him to do it.
Crying to kill, wailing. Madness struck again, and there were corpses everywhere, and he saw countless bloody creatures approaching him from a distance.
Close at hand, within reach.
At this moment, the invisible incense has burned out. The old man's body became more indifferent. If it weren't for the red light from all directions, it would have been impossible to see.
The old man shook his head and smiled without any regret. He said: "My child, you are a man of seven feet. Come on, make your choice."
As soon as he finished speaking, the world was shaken. The young man's body was also shaken. Memories are flooding and my mind is exploding. The body involuntarily stretched out its hand.
A bloody hand and a white hand touched together at this moment.
So, in an instant, the red mist surged again.
The old man is the only one left in this world. After a while, this old man will also disappear, and along with him will this world of trouble begin to fragment.
A long sigh.
"In the end, I still didn't hear you call me Master again. However, it doesn't matter, after all...I saw you again."
The words fell softly, and a two-colored bird flew away not far away.
"Master......"
There was a soft sound, and then a thud.
Someone knelt on their knees and kowtowed three times to the old man.
The old man raised his head and took advantage of his last moments to look back sharply. Looking back, he shook his head again.
"You... are not Chu Cheng. It seems that you are the one who injected this residual thought of me into this illusion in order to... wake him up."
The man did not raise his head, but nodded and said: "Although I am not Chu Cheng, I am still his clone. The memories of the past remain in my mind. You are my master."
"It was me who used the method of counter-chaos that brought Master back to me, because this disciple... can only think of you as the only glimmer of hope to wake him up."
The man raised his head, his eyes filled with tears.
The wind cracked the sky and a fierce wind roared.
When the old man saw the face clearly, the figure finally disappeared completely. But before it disappeared, there was a look of relief and other colors in his eyes.
"It turns out...it turns out..."
