Song Mingting walked up the mountain while thinking about what happened just now.

When he saw Li Qingque and Wei Kuangyuan, he was not unexcited, but he told himself in his heart that he should be excited, but there was no ups and downs in his emotions at all.

This feeling was as if his whole body had been split in half. His true self was firmly bound and sunk deeply into the deepest part of his heart. No matter how hard he struggled, he could not escape. But his outer self was

There is no emotion at all, just like a stagnant water, lifeless, no matter how loud the movement outside is, there will be no ripples.

Song Mingting realized that there was a problem with him, and this problem, not surprisingly, should have been caused by his previous life.

In his previous life, he only stayed in the mountain gate for twenty years. Twenty years later, demon masters led by the Underworld Ghost Sect came to attack the mountain, so the mountain gate was destroyed overnight.

The masters of the Ghost Sect were almost helpless in front of them, and they were defeated like a mountain.

From then on, his life took a turn for the worse.

At that time, he was lucky enough to survive, but his master, his brothers, and many of his classmates all died in that battle. Eighty-nine out of ten of his elite disciples! That was the gloomiest day in his life.

, almost brought him to his knees.

After that, he finally cheered up and traveled to several places with the survivors of his master's sect in order to regain the mountain gate, but soon, this hope was completely shattered. After that, those who survived by chance became completely homeless dogs, and began to

A life of exile.

At that time, he thought this was the most difficult period in his life. Unfortunately, he was too naive. Compared with the nightmare experience in the future, this period was nothing. Because during that period, although he was homeless and

There is always a danger of death, but at least he still has the care of his elders and the support of his classmates. If the sky falls, there are still elders there to hold him up. More importantly, at least he is not alone at that time.

But later, as the demonic path pressed closer and closer, the righteous path worsened. Soon, his elders and fellow disciples died one after another. In the end, he was the only one left - so lucky, everyone died, he

But he didn't die, right? But he would rather not be so lucky!

Do you know how desperate it is for "a person to fight against the whole world, to experience fighting from time to time, and to be killed from morning to night"? Such huge pressure can almost make people go crazy. But he

He couldn't die, because he was the only one left in the entire school. If he died, the inheritance of the school would be cut off. And at that time, his life was not his at all, because he was the last one alive.

Because many people have left the hope of life to him, he is not qualified to die at all.

He had no choice but to carry it on. But the life of being alone against the whole world was not something a human could live, let alone that he had lived it for more than 20 years, so at that time he was actually

Something was wrong, but at that time, his heart had already become a pool of stagnant water, and it was difficult to discover it.

But now that he was "reborn" and suddenly had hope again, he discovered a problem.

The mist was misty and filled the mountains. Although the scene in front of him could still be seen clearly, the scenery a few feet away could not be seen clearly. It was a vast expanse of white. Song Mingting raised his hand and glanced at the fragment in his hand. This was him

The reason for "rebirth".

When he first woke up, he found that he was not dead, so he made speculations about reincarnation, seizing his body, and rebirth. But obviously, these speculations were wrong. He was neither reincarnated, nor reborn, nor reborn.

The real reason is that he never died at all, let alone experienced the gloomy and despairing years for more than a hundred years! In fact, he just had a dream, a dream about the future.

Those more than a hundred years were all his experiences in a dream, but this dream was too real. The hundred years of time were vivid in his mind. All the joys and sorrows, despair and struggles he experienced during that period were unforgettable, so much so that he was completely lost in it.

In the dream, reality was completely blurred into a dream. The initiator of this century-old dream was the fragments in his hand, or to be precise, they were the predecessors of these fragments.

The predecessor of these fragments was a life chart. When he was at the bottom of the pond just now, it was when he saw these fragments that he suddenly realized what all this was about.

The natal chart is a magic weapon and a divination tool for deducing destiny. But the natal chart in his hand is really too powerful. It directly uses him as the starting point to completely predict his destiny for the next hundred years.

It was deduced and clearly presented in front of him, making him even think that he had really experienced such a life.

He had never heard of such a heaven-defying horoscope. But he also wanted to thank this horoscope, because it allowed him to know what would happen in the next hundred years or so. Otherwise, he could only watch helplessly.

Tragedies have happened one after another. But now, it's not too late.

Song Mingting silently put away the fragments and continued walking towards the mountain. After a while, he met someone.

The four people opposite him all wore the same white and black sword robes as him, and carried long swords on their backs. They all had tall and straight postures and stood out. But what the other party said was not so pleasant.

"Isn't this Song Mingting? Why, have you finished practicing your sword? Give up. No matter how much you practice, you will still be useless."

At this moment, Song Mingting found himself divided into two parts again. One of them was wrapped in darkness and sunk deeply at the bottom of the lake. He looked at the four people in front of him with complicated emotions.

He knew all these four people. They were all true disciples of Zhongshu Peak, but they were not the same master as him, but disciples of two other elders. The four names were Wu Wuyuan, Zhao Jingque, Sun Huma and Wang Ruo.

Among them, Wu Wuyuan and Zhao Jingque were disciples of Taoist Youfei, while Sun Huma and Wang Ruoben were disciples of Taoist Baixiong. It was Zhao Jingque who had the yin and yang strange words to attack him.

One of them had complicated emotions, but the other one, who was now dominating his body, had no emotions at all. So, he just glanced at the other person lightly and did not speak.

Seeing that Song Mingting was ignoring him, the four people came over and stood in front of Song Mingting: "Song Mingting, I'm talking to you. What do you mean by not saying a word?"

Song Mingting glanced at the four of them expressionlessly, but deep in his heart he couldn't help but let out a sigh.

Zhao Jingque and the others dared to talk to him so rudely because his qualifications were very poor.

That's right! Although in his previous life he was a well-known big devil who had dominated the monastic world for more than ten years and no one could control him, causing headaches for both the good and the evil. But that was what happened later, and when he was a teenager, he actually
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