"The old Taoist's eyes were dim and he didn't see anything."
Hongyun Lao Tao said that eyes are not eyes, and noses are not noses.
As soon as he finished speaking, his sleeves and his Taoist robe turned to dust inch by inch, revealing that the old Taoist priest's body was basically reduced to ribs.
Stooped, thin, thin, gray...
Tang Wan covered her mouth with her hands, unable to connect the frail body of Old Master Hongyun in front of her with the old Master Hongyun who struck the world with lightning and punched the best person in the world.
"Ugh~"
Old Taoist Hongyun was vomiting blood, and the blood was golden.
He didn't care about his physical condition and said to Wudao: "I'm old. Don't say I can't see the way forward. What if I can see it?"
Wu shook his head and didn't say anything. It wasn't that kind of recognition, but that summer insects cannot talk about ice. Everyone pursues differences and there is nothing to say.
His situation may not be better than that of Hongyun Lao Dao.
From time to time, large cracks would appear on Wu's body, as if he was no longer a complete person, but countless fragments being forcibly glued together.
Even if Wu's physical body is astonishingly cultivated and he is constantly kneading it together, the ice cracks on his face often reappear just after they are smoothed away.
So Wu's steps were very slow and steady.
One step, two steps, three steps...
After ten steps.
Wu was still stumbling, and Master Hongyun was still vomiting blood. Chen Yang suddenly spoke:
"Wu, are you sure that what you see is the road ahead?"
"Um?"
No sudden stops.
Tang Wan quickly reached out and grabbed Chen Yang's arm. She didn't know why he wanted to tangle with this fierce god at this time.
Isn't he leaving?
"What do you mean by the words "Dare Qingzunjia"?
Even though Wu's body was on the verge of collapse, he still spoke calmly and gracefully.
People who don't know clearly can't connect him with the world's number one master and number one killer.
Chen Yang stepped out of the Golden Palace for the first time.
"I'm asking you, how can you be sure that what you see is the way forward?"
Chen Yang walked forward step by step and said as he walked: "You would leave the native emperors of Southeast Asia alone and insist on becoming a contemporary old man in the mountains. It can't be that you are addicted to being a killer, right?"
No smiles and no words.
"What you want is the information that has been passed down by the old people in the mountains for thousands of years."
Chen Yang said leisurely: "I have also read that kind of information."
"So Wu, you should know what happened in the world recently?"
No nodding, silent, his expression was different from before, and he said in a deep voice: "I would like to hear the details."
Chen Yang stood opposite him, and the two looked at each other.
"The world is different."
"Using the warrior's method, is the road ahead you see really a feasible road ahead?"
"The spiritual energy is revived, the world is upgraded, the originally correct path, is it still correct?"
Chen Yang's voice gradually became deafening, and Master Hongyun on the steps of the Golden Palace listened with solemn expression.
"At this stage, nothing can be trusted, even if it was once correct, it may become wrong.
What’s more, if it never appeared and appears at this moment, I don’t think it’s true.”
Chen Yang almost pointed at Wu's nose and said, you have tried your best, but the way forward you see may not be true, and may even be false.
Then, boom!
Bang!
One up and down, one back and forth, two muffled sounds came from back and forth.
Old Taoist Hongyun fell down on the steps outside the Golden Palace;
Wu sat cross-legged on the granite of the mountain road.