Chapter 1188 Unbearable to look back on the bright moon
Bai Yan naturally didn't know what the people outside the barrier were doing and when they could come in.
At this moment, he stepped into the barrier and suddenly became confused.
It was different from his imagination of resources everywhere and countless spiritual roots.
The area covered by the barrier of this avenue is actually a deserted place.
The sky was dark and without a trace of brilliance, just like every dusk without a sunset.
Even the spiritual energy is extremely thin, and there is no way to compare it with what is outside the barrier.
But as soon as he entered this space, an indescribable sadness arose in his heart.
And this emotion actually made him burst into tears.
The scenes in Woniu Town could not help but come to mind.
At that time, the old man Bai Lin was still a barefoot doctor, and he was still a carefree mountain boy.
Everything is extremely simple and extremely peaceful.
Now I suddenly looked back and saw that I had gone too far. Woniu Town and the people in Woniu Town, whether good or bad,
He can't even go back.
But at this time, the figure of the old man Bai Lin gradually became clear in his mind.
"Why do I suddenly think of the old man..."
Bai Yan naturally wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and began to walk towards the center of the area.
Because in this desolate area, he seemed to see something in the center.
This space is actually not very big, only a few hundred miles in diameter.
With Bai Yan's current level of cultivation, he could naturally see the middle area at a glance, but there seemed to be something shrouded there, which was not very clear.
"Soraka, what do you think?"
As they walked, Bai Yan was still asking Soraka.
"I don't know how to look at it, because I can't understand this situation either.
There seems to be neither great good fortune nor great sin here.
It’s just like a normal place for mortals.”
Soraka said this, then paused and said: "But if there is something in the middle, I think you should hurry up.
When you came in, I could feel that the energy of the silver-white avenue barrier was actually constantly attenuating.
At some point it will simply disappear, and those outside will be able to come in.
So you have to know that your time is not infinite."
Whenever this happens, Soraka will always remind Bai Yan appropriately.
Soraka is there or not, Soraka or not, Bai Yan is really two people.
This is not to say that Bai Yan is not strong or outstanding when Soraka is not around, but when Soraka is around, Bai Yan will be much less worried.
"good!"
At this time, there were no outsiders, and Bai Yan no longer had anything to hide.
He directly unfolded the Garuda Wings and headed towards the central area at extremely high speed.
He arrived at his destination in less than a minute and saw what was in the center area shrouded by the great energy machine.
But when he saw it clearly, he became even more confused.
"This...how is this..."
What appeared in front of him at this time was not the exotic treasure or strange cultivation environment he had imagined.
It's just a courtyard that doesn't occupy much space, but the walls are very dilapidated and even collapsed in several places.
The gate to the courtyard is an extremely old wooden door with a rusty iron lock on it.
It seems to have been broken.
Through the collapsed courtyard wall, Bai Yan could still see various withered and yellow weeds growing in the courtyard.
Continuing to look inside, the door to the main room was also tightly closed, and one of the wooden windows on both sides had fallen down.
You can still vaguely see a corner of the dark wooden table placed in the room.
The low, dark chimney above the side house still seems to tell that there was life here back then.
There is actually an old persimmon tree standing at the door of the side house that is taller than the house.
At this time, the leaves on the tree have fallen off, but they are covered with fragrant bright red persimmons.
The more fruits there are on the tree, the more desolate it is.
The old tree in front of the court is still there, but the persimmon thief is nowhere to be seen...
The closer he got to this ancient and dilapidated courtyard, the more complicated Bai Yan's mood became.
The feeling of separation and sadness kept coming to his heart, hitting his eyes one after another.
That sour feeling resurfaced again.
"It's interesting..."
And just when Bai Yan was immersed in those complicated emotions, the corners of Xiao Hei's mouth in the Dantian world curled up.
So he said to himself.
"Bai Yan, be careful."
But Soraka reminded her again.
"This is definitely the central area of this realm.
But there is such an ordinary and ordinary small courtyard, which is really too weird.
When something goes wrong, there must be a monster. Although I haven't seen anything unusual yet, there is nothing wrong with being careful."
Bai Yan nodded.
Then he walked towards the broken wooden door of the courtyard with still mixed emotions.
Xiaokou Chai Fei, sure enough no one answered for a long time.
However, when Bai Yan touched the rusty iron lock.
This iron lock seemed to have fallen off because it was too old.
"Squeak~"
Accompanied by a slight grinding of teeth, the wooden door immediately opened.
Bai Yan was startled.
I didn't know what kind of mood I should have, so I stood at the door and looked inside.
However, he felt a sense of home away from home, and then he slowly walked towards the courtyard with heavy steps.
The grass in the courtyard is half as tall as a man.
No longer able to see the existing path, he walked straight towards the main room.
The door lock of the main room was also rusty, and like the main door, it fell off at the slightest touch.
Inside the house, tables and chairs were arranged neatly, but they were already covered with dust.
But I don’t know if it’s because of the protection of the mysterious power here that everything has not decayed.
I walked around the house and didn't find anything strange.
Everything was exactly the same as what he had seen in the homes of ordinary people in Woniu Town.
Nothing contained any spiritual energy, but the sadness in my heart became heavier and heavier.
Then Bai Yan went to the side room again.
A wisp of breeze blew by, and he seemed to be able to still see the curling smoke from the homes here.
“The rusty lock on the broken door has not been opened for a long time, and the gray brick path is covered with dry moss.
Nameless withered grass invaded the courtyard, and a feeling of sadness filled my throat.
Suddenly I remembered that when Gaotang was here, I used to cook the pot on the stove.
Suddenly, I feel like I am only a shadow now, and there is no one in my hometown to express my feelings.
When I reach the top of the mountain, my memories become empty, and I cannot bear to look back in the bright moon..."
However, when Bai Yan walked under the old persimmon tree, he suddenly seemed to hear a misty and vicissitudes of voice.
The vicissitudes of its sound seem to be filled with endless sadness and helplessness.
Bai Yan's heart was shaken, and he subconsciously raised his head in the direction of the sound.
But there happened to be a bright red persimmon falling on the head...