I don’t know how much time passed.
The roaring river of time, the mysterious power that can completely dissipate all things, and even Gu Han himself, have completely disappeared. In the boundless darkness, only Feng Xiao is left, looking at her hands blankly.
The clothes inside were motionless.
…
"well."
"Poor girl."
In front of the Taoist temple, the old Taoist sighed softly when he saw this scene. Although he couldn't bear it, he did not tell her the truth.
People are susceptible to three thousand illnesses during birth and old age.
Only lovesickness cannot be cured.
He could give Feng Xiao almost every chance of creation, but he could not give her the person she wanted to see.
Shaking his head and sighing.
Turning his eyes, he looked at the two additional figures outside the Taoist temple, but they were Wu Ming and Situ Yan who had been sent out by Gu Han earlier.
"you are……"
Seeing the old Taoist, Wu Ming was stunned for a while and then said uncertainly for a while: "The Taoist who gave me the amulet?"
In childhood.
He had met Lao Dao once by chance, but now Lao Dao was much older than before, and he was a little afraid to recognize him.
"You stupid boy!"
The old Taoist glanced at him and said angrily: "What do you do for others when I give you something to protect yourself? Do you know that you almost caused a big disaster!"
"I……"
Wu Ming hesitated: "Brother Mei is my benefactor, I have nothing to repay him... By the way, where did Brother Mei go?"
"Worrying nonsense!"
The old Taoist glared at him: "Is this something you should worry about!"
During the conversation.
Glancing at Situ Yan, he shook his head secretly and waved his hands casually. A strange force fell, and the flesh and blood of his arm that had been eaten by the Resentful Infant instantly returned to its original state!
"this……"
Seeing this magical scene, the two of them were stunned!
As a monk.
They naturally understand that it is not difficult to regenerate flesh and blood and reconstruct limbs. They must either use elixirs or practice extraordinary skills. But it is a bit beyond their understanding to be able to do it with a wave of hands like the old Taoist.
.
"Between you and me."
"It can be considered a fate."
The old Taoist didn't talk nonsense. He looked at Wu Ming and said calmly: "What do you want? Opportunity? Fortune? Cultivation... I can give it to you, the old Taoist! You have to think about it. You only have one chance. If you miss it, you will lose it for the rest of your life."
Gone!"
Wu Ming was startled.
With a plop, he fell to his knees directly.
"Taoist Priest!"
"Please save my senior brother!"
Hear the words.
Situ Yan didn't say anything, but also knelt down together.
"save him?"
The old Taoist glanced outside, frowned and said: "Unfortunately, it's too late. His true spirit has been scattered for too long. Even if he reluctantly uses his means to rescue him, he may not be the Wang Ping you know. The fate between him and you is karma.
, and it ends today!”
"you sure?"
"You want to use this opportunity to soar into the sky in exchange for his life?"
Wu Ming was silent for a moment.
"Taoist Master."
He took Situ Yan's hand and said with a serious face: "Can senior brother really survive?"
"able."
"Thank you, Taoist priest!"
Wu Ming and Situ Yan looked at each other and kowtowed heavily.
There is no positive answer.
But the answer has already been given.
He raised his head again, only to find that all the Taoist temples and old Taoists in front of him had disappeared, and the memory of Gu Han, Feng Xiao, Wang Ping... and even all the things that happened during this period in his mind no longer existed at all!
They looked at each other blankly.
Looking at the pile of heavenly materials and earthly treasures and supreme skills in front of them, the two fell into deep thought.
who I am?
where am I?
Why is pie falling from the sky?
…
Big dream world.
The old Taoist looked at his hands and was silent.
On the left hand.
It is a gleaming dark seal.
On the right hand.
It's a faint, dim spiritual light.
"Want to be a man?"
Looking at Ming Yin, he sighed: "It's okay, I will let you be a human being for once in this life!"
Say it.
In a flash of dark light, the dark seal disappeared.
His eyes turned.
He looked at his right hand again, pondered for a moment, and then suddenly disappeared.
When it appears again.
We have arrived outside the border of a mortal country in the dream world. It seems that a great war has just occurred here. Corpses are strewn in the fields, blood flows into rivers, and no one cleans the battlefield at all. The corpses on the ground are everywhere.
A large number of vultures rushed to eat.
"Life is like a day in the west."
"Wealth is like frost on grass."
The old Taoist sighed softly: "Whether it's a monk or a mortal, there will inevitably be disputes! Don't fight against the world? You're just deceiving yourself and others!"
During the conversation.
He walked tremblingly in front of a corpse that had just died, and with a flash of light in his hand, it disappeared between the man's brows.
"All the past has vanished into thin air."
"The flowers are no longer flowers, the mist is no longer mist, and you are no longer you."
The voice fell.
The man slowly opened his eyes, but it was a man with a stubble on his face.
"Liao Fan? Wang Ping?"
In just an instant, the memories were integrated, and he murmured to himself: "I am... Liao Ping?"
The corner of the old Taoist's mouth twitched sharply.
What he hates the most is the word "Ping" in "Pingwuqili"!
"Ping is not good."
"not good at all!"
He shook his head, thought for a moment, and said leisurely: "In terms of benevolence, justice, propriety and wisdom... you have the word loyalty. From today on, you will be called Liao Zhong!"
"yes!"
The big man woke up from a dream, suddenly clasped his fists, knelt on one knee, and said in a deep voice: "Last General Liao Zhong, loyal Zhong!"
Only then was the old man satisfied.
As the breeze blew by, he returned to the Taoist temple, glanced at the sky, and sighed: "I am the only one left, the old Taoist."
During the conversation.
He tremblingly walked into the woods in front of the Taoist temple, picked a thick tree that could not be hugged by one person, gestured for a long time, and then nodded with satisfaction, and then used all his strength to directly bump into it!
Bang!
The big tree didn't move at all, but he hit his head badly, rolled his eyes, and fainted on the spot.
Spring passes and autumn comes.
The alternation of cold and heat.
The old man woke up again and found that a year had passed in the dream world.
what happens?
Why am I so old?
Did he hit a tree?
Three thoughts flashed past him, and he always felt as if he had forgotten something, but he couldn't remember it at all.
Trembling.
As soon as he stood up, a roar of tigers, leopards and jackals suddenly reached his ears.
Vaguely.
There was also a burst of baby crying.
My heart moved.
He looked towards the dense forest not far away, with a faint flash of strangeness in his eyes: "Coming?"
…
In the dense forest.
A young couple in their twenties, dressed simply, were shivering with their backs against a big tree. The woman held a baby in her arms, and her pink and tender face was covered with traces of wet tears.
In front of the two of them.
Thousands of ferocious beasts surrounded them, jackals, wolves, tigers, leopards... almost all of them whose names could be named were here.
Beside the woman.
The man wanted to cry but had no tears.
He had no doubt that most of the beasts in the forest were here!
This chapter has been completed!