The old madman owes a lot of favors to people in his life.

Although there are more or less regrets in life, the old madman has too many regrets.

He once stood at the pinnacle of martial arts, shining brightly, a legendary and peerless martial arts genius who was on par with Emperor Ryuzaki in the old days.

Behind him is a group of powerful brothers, each of whom fights on the battlefield with their own ambitions and dreams.

But until that day, the old madman encountered the same horrific massacre.

After that battle, the old madman disappeared, and the dynasty dream that belonged to the young people of the old era also stopped.

At dawn the next day, the old madman and Ouyang Kuang took Luo Feng and the wolf cub on the road.

As we drove towards the end of the horizon, the sun slowly rose from there, casting the curtain on the old madman, and his thin back became golden.

Ouyang Kuangfuxu sighed and said, "It seems that the ship of the new era is not suitable for us after all. Are you going to find that person?"

The old lunatic was smoking a dry cigarette, and his skinny legs were like crows waiting for their lives to wither, clinging to the deck swaying in the wind.

The cheeks full of grooves are memories carved by the vicissitudes of time.

Memories, like wind, began to surge in the old madman's brain.

The old lunatic, who looked sad and slightly panicked, murmured, "Do you think... are we destined to sink into the wave of this new era over time in our lives?"

"Actually... it's not a bad thing," Ouyang Kuang pursed his lips and smiled deeply, "Everyone has his own way of living. It's not bad to slow down and take a look at the world."

The old madman looked at Ouyang Kuang, and Ouyang laughed madly and explained, "You brat, you are only over eighty, but I have lived for more than a hundred years, and I have had more to eat than you for decades."

"We were once the proud sons of the emperor with dreams, and we were also called strong by the world, but look at what we have become now."

"So, a lot of the time we live in the eyes of the world. Maybe we can say that we have fallen. Anyway, the spirit of youth is long gone."

"We are just human beings. If we don't take some detours and suffer unnecessary losses, how can we see through those hypocritical truths and return to our true nature?"

Ouyang Kuang turned back to look at Luo Feng and Wolf Cub on the deck, and said with a smile, "Leave the things of the new era to the children of the new era. It's a pity. Accept the failure in life. At least you still have a chance to see this child."

It will bear fruit with you in the new world."

"You can also see why you are so hypocritical. This is not like you?"

Ouyang Kuang shook his head and smiled, "Old madman, I won't accompany you to the end of this ship. I'm tired. It's time to get off the ship."

"You...what do you mean by that?" The old madman was startled, and when he noticed something, he opened his mouth again and again.

Ouyang Kuang laughed smartly, "Even Jiuyou will die at some point and go to bed. Don't be surprised."

"I have stayed in the Five Nether Cave in the Nine Nether Realm for too long. My old and sick body is destined to make it impossible for me to become a warrior in the Xuan Nether Realm."

"I...actually I've been dreaming a lot lately."

"I dreamed that those old guys from the old days came to pick me up. I thought I should be almost there."

The old madman was silent.

The lifespan of a Wuyoudong realm warrior can reach two hundred years, which is actually not difficult.

The difficulty is that who can guarantee that there will be no problems?

Among the old guys who were killed in the old days, who doesn’t have some disability and illness?

Ouyang patted the silent old lunatic and said, "Let me get off the boat in the town ahead. Don't tell that brat about this. I just want to leave quietly one day. Don't come looking for me anymore."

Arriving at the small town of Hedel on the way, Ouyang Kuang was about to leave.

"Come here, you brat," the old madman called Luo Feng to him seriously, "Now kneel down for you, Master Ouyang Kuang."

Luo Feng knelt down without hesitation and kowtowed three times in front of Ouyang Kuang.

"Remember, no matter where you go in the future, even if you can forget me, don't forget Master Ouyang Kuang. You owe him more than you think."

Who can waste time with others when they are about to die and go to bed?

Most people who have reached this level may want to break through to the Six Nether Cave, right?

But Ouyang Kuang chose to leave his most precious time to Luo Feng.

He taught Luo Feng all his skills without reservation.

At this moment, Ouyang Kuang was like a candle, burning out his last ray of light and giving hope to the next generation.

"Okay, it doesn't have to be like this," Ouyang Kuang helped Luo Feng up and said earnestly, "You brat, I have lived a very happy life in the past two years and I feel much younger. You should be careful in the future.

If you go on, I won't wipe your butt for you."

"Old man Ouyang Kuang, you sound as if you are very old. Isn't it still early for your cultivation level and your age?" Luo Feng said simply.

Ouyang Kuang glanced at the old lunatic with a sad look, and explained with a smile, "It's still early, so you have to practice hard and strive to surpass your master's peak as soon as possible. I can brag about it to everyone in the future, right?"

"Yeah, okay, I will," Luo Feng nodded solemnly.

"Okay, you go, I'll watch you go away," Ouyang Kuang got off the boat and watched his master and apprentice disappear on the horizon.

"I'm afraid... I won't have that chance," Ouyang sighed wildly, but he was cool and calm.

At this moment, Ouyang Kuang seemed to have aged a lot. After taking off the heavy burden of Luo Feng, Ouyang Kuang's waist seemed no longer as straight and strong as before.

He walked away quietly under Cheng Xi, never greedily taking away any light.

A few days later, in a certain mountain stream, an old man was covered in lime and his face was gray.

He squatted on a stone tablet carved overnight, with a proud look on his face.

The morning madness brushes against the face, making it shine brightly.

He placed the epitaph in front of him and looked silly like a happy old child, lying down in the coffin to see where he felt uncomfortable.

Finally, the old man took a bath, put on the new clothes he bought, sat where the sun rose, and watched the years go by.

And there are a few epitaphs written on the tombstone behind the old man.

On the left is "I have been alive for decades, my wish has been fulfilled, and I have just sat down and passed away."

On the right is "Pedestrians can stop for a while if they don't mind. It's okay to enjoy the shade here."

Center - "Tomb of the Unknown."

...

A week later...

Luo Feng and the old madman appeared at the door of the blacksmith in a depressed town.

This place is full of ashes and abjection.

The sound of blacksmithing could be heard in the house. Occasionally, a man coughed, and then the sound of blacksmithing stopped.

"Master, is your friend here?" Luo Feng was puzzled.

The old madman put his hands behind his back and looked at the ajar door, but did not answer, as if he was thinking about something.
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