Once upon a time, the grass grew and the orioles flew.

In the sleepy afternoon, Zhou Dao looked out the window with his head drooped, and the sound of writing furiously and the chattering teachings could be heard in his ears.

Countless knowledge pours into my mind like a book from heaven, entering through the right ear and exiting through the left ear.

That scene seems to have become light and shadow, getting farther and farther and gradually blurring.

When Zhou Dao heard those familiar words like a mantra again, his memory instantly flowed back like a tide.

He stared blankly at the young man in front of him, wearing cloth and standing barefoot, his eyes trembling.

This scene was just like the time when he fell asleep in class, and there was a chuckle in his ears. When he looked up, he saw that serious face. Under the sun, his bare forehead was glowing with a strange oil. The breeze blew by, and the only remaining

A strand of hair flows in the wind.

Then, with a roar, he woke up from his sleep, took his textbook and stood at the back.

"How...how could you do that?" Zhou Dao was a little unbelievable.

This feeling has never happened before. Old friends say that one of the joys in life is meeting old friends in a foreign country.

At this moment, I am afraid that no one in the world understands the true meaning of this sentence better than him.

Zhou Dao took a step forward, but still couldn't believe it, and subconsciously said: "The king of heaven will overpower the tiger of the earth!?"

The barefoot young man smiled slightly: "Chicken stewed with mushrooms!"

"My loved ones!"

Zhou Dao opened his arms and rushed forward. Just when he was about to hug the barefoot young man, the surging blood turned into a thunder and fire magic sword and slashed forward.

Rumble…

The thunder was violent, the karma fire was scorching, and it turned into an unparalleled sword light, slashing down everyone.

The barefoot young man smiled slightly and disappeared like a dreamy bubble.

"Since I saw my old friend, why did I take action?"

The barefoot young man appeared again in front of the altar table. He looked at Zhou Dao, still smiling.

"Pretend to be your mother and create a fascination array with me to disturb my Taoist mind?" Zhou Dao sneered.

He began to feel something was wrong from the moment he entered the Thousand Temples.

The dilapidated Taoist temple in front of us was clearly the one in Ping'an Town that had been demolished long ago.

Zhou Dao grew up there since he was a child and knew him even if he turned into ashes.

Entering the Taoist temple, there is another stone carving of the setting sun on Cangshan Mountain enshrined above.

These are all the deepest imprints in Zhou Dao's heart, which have been entangled throughout his life and will never go away.

At this moment, this mysterious barefoot young man appeared, and he actually came from the same place as Zhou Dao.

This has touched upon the deepest secret of his soul.

Step by step, gradually deepen, how can there be such a coincidence in this world?

"Is that all? You are too sensitive." The barefoot young man said with a smile.

Zhou Dao hugged the little black cat, looked wary, and shook his head: "Based on my feeling, you are not a good person."

He had endured for so many years in Pingjiang City and was cautious and cautious. He had already developed this instinct of being able to catch the slightest hint of trouble.

"Human feelings are the most unreliable." A barefoot young man said.

Zhou Dao's eyes narrowed: "I was not sure just now, but now I am absolutely sure."

As he spoke, thunder surged, flames burned, and a terrifying sword light exploded in front of Zhou Dao.

"Why?"

"Because you are not human."

Rumble…

The thunder and fire in the sky turned into sharp sword light and slashed at the barefoot young man.

The latter's figure flickered, disappeared from the spot, and the next moment, he appeared at the door of the Taoist temple.

At the same time, Zhou Dao followed him like a shadow and suddenly appeared in front of him. The Hun Cave's true energy was running wildly, condensing at the center of his eyebrows. His divine light was like a sword, wrapped in pure destructive power, and penetrated the body of the barefoot young man.

"Zhou Dao, you are very good." The barefoot young man smiled slightly.

It seems that such an attack did not cause any substantial harm to him.

He raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

Everything around him disappeared like smoke and clouds, the scenery changed, and another world emerged before his eyes.

Zhou Dao was stunned, with an incredible look on his face.

At dusk at the end of the road, the sun sets over Cangshan Mountain.

This place seems to be the end of the sky, and the mountains in the distance are ancient and silent, like a monument, standing ruthlessly on the earth.

The sun is falling, as if it is going to bring the last ray of brilliance in the world into the abyss.

From then on, there was only despair and loneliness in the vast world of mortals.

"The sunset on Cangshan Mountain, what does this mean?"

Zhou Dao whispered that this was not the first time he had seen this scene.

"This is the future."

At this moment, the barefoot young man slowly walked over. Unlike before, he was covered in blood, and his stern face showed sadness and vicissitudes of life.

"future?"

"You are your future, the sunset on Cangshan Mountain, the end of heaven and earth."

The barefoot young man pointed forward.

The setting sun is like blood, the red river is flowing, Wushu's corpses are piled up like mountains, surrounded by broken soldiers and broken swords.

Each tomb is bathed in the bloody sunset.

One of them is like a forged skeleton, with a strange shape and a crown on it.

There is another one, shaped like a mountain, engraved with strange totems, like golden chrysanthemums in full bloom.

…

On the mountain of corpses in the sea of ​​blood, there was only a lonely voice, sitting on a broken throne, with a dog lying next to it.

The world is vast, and it seems that he is the only one left.

He is like a dead soul abandoned by the world, staying here alone for eternity, like a curse.

"The sunset on Cangshan Mountain, is this the result you want?"

At this moment, a burst of ferocious laughter resounded, shaking the whole world.

Zhou Dao was so moved that he jumped over to the end of the sky, where a majestic figure appeared, like the sky and the abyss, exuding immortal power.

"Yuanzu!?"

"You fight your whole life, but in the end, you are the only one left."

The sarcastic laughter spread throughout the world and resounded under Cangshan Mountain.

"The outcome has already been decided, and you can't change anything."

Rumble…

The scene in front of him was as real as ever, and that feeling constantly impacted Zhou Dao's heart and merged into his soul.

All of this is reality and the future.

His soul was trembling.

That kind of loneliness goes deep into my bones, as if I am incompatible with this world.

Everything will perish.

"Zhou Dao..."

If the little black cat was aware of it, it didn't get stuck in it and make a loud noise.

"it's useless."

The barefoot young man shook his head.

"Who are you?" The little black cat's hair stood on end and he immediately became alert.

"In life, what you hold on to is what you hope to have and what you are afraid of losing."

The barefoot young man looked at Zhou Dao, feeling the fluctuations in his soul.

"Everything you desire and fear are all evil obstacles. Only when you know your heart and see your nature can you see the gods..."

"Thousand Temples!?"
To be continued...