The sound of long laughter echoed in the vast sea, suppressing the sound of howling wind and sand all over the sky.

The rainbow light broke through the dawn, and the dark clouds that had been rolling and spreading hundreds or thousands of miles gradually dissipated.

"Junior Brother Sun..."

On the top of Wang Quan Mountain, above the huge Tai Chi Taoist temple, a nun sat cross-legged in it, embracing Yin and Yang, looking into the void, as if she could see the rainbow light on the western desert.

Her eyes were as peaceful as autumn water, and her friend who had once played with her timidly had ascended to the point of being ascendant.

A gentle sigh, with envy and blessings:

"It's easy to walk... I wonder if you can see the teacher?"

In the past two hundred years, she, Yan Kaiyu, Zhang Haohao, Liuming and others have traveled almost all over the world, pursuing the traces of the teacher again and again.

Now, the only place I have never been to is behind Tianmen.

Tianmen...

"Junior Brother Sun, he is so free and easy."

A whisper rang out, and under the sunlight, a man appeared in the dojo like a ghost, with long hair hanging down his shoulders, no hair tied up, no crown attached.

The big sleeves fluttered, like a folk madman.

"After all, the teacher likes him the most."

The Taoist nun whispered.

But I recalled the timid but firm little boy when I first met him.

The teacher led him, crossed the horse to the chivalrous gate, and was powerful and showed his peerless style.

"Junior sister, are you thinking about the teacher again?"

The middle-aged Taoist retreated his eyes, looked at his junior sister, and sighed.

At this point, there is almost nothing he can't do in the world. Unfortunately, the teacher really disappeared without any trace.

"Senior brother, are you going down the mountain?"

The Taoist nun calmed down and looked at the compass held in the Taoist hand. The compass was left by the teacher to carry the purpose of "Divine Will".

It is the "key to the secret realm of reincarnation".

"yes."

The middle-aged Taoist nodded, his face feeling a little sad: "Uncle Han, my life is within three days. I want to see him for the last time..."

Life is sometimes over, no matter whether it is emperor, general or minister or a master.

"This day is coming."

The Taoist nun shook her head and said nothing, urging her senior brother to go quickly.

The latter nodded and was about to leave, but she stopped him.

"How sure are you sure of forcing it?"

Taoist nun asked.

The middle-aged Taoist stroked his long beard with his hand and pondered slightly: "Five-five-open."

“It’s good to try one or two….”

The Taoist nun's expression was slightly slow.

"Junior sister wait a few days, and the senior brother will go back."

The Taoist put away the compass, his body was like wind and smoke, and in a flash, it disappeared on the top of the Mount Wang Quan.

......

The world is not unchanging, and all man-made things will eventually be worn.

After more than two hundred years of wind and rain, even the "Fengdu City", known as the world's largest city, has left more traces.

It has been repaired several times, but it cannot be completely covered.

Above the towering city walls, a group of soldiers looked solemn, holding swords and looking serious.

On the steps of the city wall, an old man led a child slowly towards the city wall. Behind the two was a Taoist with half white and half black hair.

The three of them were silent until they reached the attic above the city wall, and they still said nothing.

"In a flash, it has been more than two hundred years. Today, it may be the last time you and my master and apprentice meet."

The old man coughed lightly.

He was already very old, so old that his qi veins atrophy and his blood began to emit a decayed aura.

In the face of the real limit, all internal strength and true qi seem to have lost the ability to resist.

"There is still a way."

Huang Fu looked up, his half-black and half-white hair hanging from the corners of his eyes, covering the gloom in his eyes:

"The teacher should know that the Wheel-Rolling King is not because he is so great, but because the ancestor changed his 'Ferris Wheel-Rolling Method'..."

The Wheel-Roller King's Immortality surprised many people, but it was no secret for the King Quandao.

The reason why the Wheel King was reborn was because his divine will was indeed perfect, his talent was extremely high, and he also had the "Ferris Wheel Circle Method" inherited by the Wheel Temple.

But the most important thing is the plan of the Taoist Wang Quan...

"When I was very young, my teacher, your ancestor, accepted me as his disciple. At that time, he was very old and his martial arts were far inferior to you and me..."

Han Ting Palace overlooks Fengdu City under the sea of ​​clouds, and memories flash in his slightly turbid eyes.

As people get old, it seems that everyone cherishes the past.

Or, cherish the life you have lived, and all the things you have seen in this life.

Huang Fu listened quietly, even though he had heard these words more than once.

"At that time, I was wondering what was the teacher so open-minded and calm mind afraid of someone who was afraid of...

At this moment, I finally knew that he was afraid of death and afraid that he would disappear between heaven and earth."

Han Changgong said it very slowly, and he was a little asthma, as if his qi and blood had declined to its limit.

"Teacher, stop talking." Huang Fu was a little worried and stepped forward to support him.

"If you don't talk about it before you die, you will have no chance after you die."

Han Changgong let go of the little boy who was holding him. In the latter's concern, he fell and sat down, his expression calm and his voice fluctuated:

"My life is not as fake as I am. I don't have to live long enough, so why bother to ask for more..."

Han Singgong's heart is quiet, overlooking the interactions between merchants and merchants inside and outside the city, and his heart is quiet.

Ninety percent of his life has been devoted to this city, and the city has finally passed away for him, and it is perfect.

"Um?"

At some point, Huang Fu raised his eyebrows, and there seemed to be countless pictures flowing like waterfalls in his eyes.

It seems that I also saw what happened in the desert in the west.

Sun En, has it really reached this point?

"I thought it was Mu Qingliu who would take this step, but I didn't think it was Sun En."

Han Changgong seemed to have seen it, and his expression was a little complicated: "The young man is terrifying!"

He would not care if he was surpassed by later generations, but then it was Tianmen, after the Taoist Wang Quan took away the divine weapons of the heavenly beings, until now.

Sun En is the second person to break the void and ascend to the sky gate.

The first one is Yan Kuangtu.

It is precisely because of infinitely approaching this step that Han Singgong knew how difficult this step is and how difficult it is to cross.

"Mu Qingliu is so good, Mu Qingfeng's sword inheritance, and the great opportunity of the Master of the Sword of the Demon Slaying Heaven. It is a great fortune to get one of the two. Both exist, but they are not as pure as Sun En."

However, Huang Fu saw it more clearly than Han Changgong.

"Maybe it is."

Han Changgong didn't have much energy to think about other things, and nodded, but saw the middle-aged Taoist who was following the crowd on the official road in the distance.

His brow frowned:

"Nephew Zhang?"

He frowned and his tone was a little bit blocked from others.

"What a stubborn old man..."

Zhang Hao felt helpless.

Just as I was about to say something, I heard a dull sound. I looked up and saw that Huang Fu had just retracted his palm.

"When a person gets old, he is prone to getting stubborn and cannot convince him."
To be continued...