Hundred thousand mountains.

Cliffs and ancient trees.

A Taoist temple stood alone at the top of the mountain among the clouds

in the middle of the mountain.

There were two people in front of the door of the Taoist temple.

An old man and a young man.

"Lin Feng, ten years have passed, you are already invincible in the secular world, you can come down from the mountain." The old man's voice was mellow.

"If you're planning to beat me up, just say it directly."

Lin Feng looked at the old man but his eyes were filled with hatred.

The old man was silent for a moment and said, "Actually, I beat you up for your own good!" "Heh."

Lin Feng sneered at that and didn't reply.

"Lin Feng, do you hate me a lot?" The old man suddenly asked.

"Quite hated before!" "What about now?"

"It doesn't matter now, ten years have passed, there's no point in saying this."

"Yeah, it's meaningless! How many decades are there in life."

"The years are like a sword, cutting down the pride of the heavens."

"As strong as I am, I still haven't been able to jump over that unattainable shore."

The old man sighed.

He raised his head with difficulty and looked at the distant sky.

At this moment, the sun was setting in the west, and the sunset was dusk.

The evening sun and the clouds intersected and imprinted, and the afterglow fell among the vast mountains and forests, reflecting an aesthetically pleasing luster.

"The setting sun is infinitely good, but it's only near dusk."

The old man lamented and added:

"Lin Feng, can you call me master?"

Lin Feng lowered his head, the corner of his mouth still holding an unchanging cold smile.

The old man seemed to have gotten used to it and continued to speak to himself.

"Lin Feng, what do you think the immortal world is like?"

"Lin Feng, I want to eat dumplings." "Lin Feng, I have a toothache."

The scene, gradually quieted down.

"Wooo~"

The evening breeze blew slowly, bringing some coolness.

For a good half a second.

Lin Feng noticed a hint of something wrong and looked up at the old man.

However, he realized that at some point, the old man had closed his eyes and had no breath left.

Seeing this scene.

Lin Feng violently stepped forward and lifted the old man's body up.

picked him up and said in a chilling voice: "Didn't you just want to trick me into going down the mountain and then find a reason to beat me up? Why would you do something as ridiculous as pretending to be dead?"

But...

No matter what Lin Feng said, that old man didn't react any more...

His face was gradually turning purple, and the temperature of his body was gradually turning cold.

His withered body was less than eighty pounds, and he was completely devoid of the immortal appearance he had back then.

・・・・・

Memories gradually came to mind.

Ten years ago.

Lin Feng was only 22 years old and had just graduated from college. In order to fulfill his promise to his girlfriend, he traveled to Yunchuan by car alone to meet his girlfriend's parents at her home.

He didn't expect to meet this mysterious old man on the road.

Good seedling.

The old man said that he was born with a spiritual body and was a cultivator of Taoism

Then, despite his objections, he forcibly brought him to this mountain that was off the beaten path.

This stay was ten years!

During the ten years, the

The old man subjected him to the most stringent human worldly

training.

Every day before dawn, he had to get up and practice.

Seven o'clock to practice boxing, ten o'clock to practice legs, twelve o'clock to practice swords, fourteen o'clock to practice pupil arts, eighteen o'clock to practice formations, twenty-one o'clock to practice medicine arts.

After zero o'clock, one begins to exhale and nourish one's qi.

Day after day, year after year.

Over the past ten years, he had tried to run away countless times, trying to escape from here, trying to go home.

But every time, he would be easily caught back by the old man

to give him a severe beating!

The worst time, he even almost lost half of his life.

Although it was said that cultivating immortality was a big opportunity, Lin Feng didn't care at all.

His girlfriend was still waiting for him to go over and propose marriage, and at home his elderly father, mother and young sister were all waiting for him to earn money to support the family.

How could he stay here?

But no matter how much he begged, the old man was unmoved.

He had politely suggested that he wanted to report a message to his family, and even begged on his knees, but the old man did not agree.

Instead, after beating him severely, he coldly

said:

"Cultivation is practiced against the heavens, one must cut off red dust and

karma!"

"Lin Feng, unless I die, you will never be able to

-....

From that moment onwards

Lin Feng hated the old man in front of him!

He practiced hard every day in the hope that he would be able to achieve success in his cultivation as soon as possible, surpassing the old man and breaking his body into pieces in order to ease the hatred in his heart.

In this way.

Ten years passed in a flash!

After ten years of bitter cultivation, he didn't wait for the day when he would surpass the old man, but instead waited for such a scene.

At this moment.

Lin Feng's heart was empty.

He wasn't as happy as he thought he would be, nor was he as angry as he thought he would be, all he had was a calmness that didn't fluctuate.

Or, it would be more appropriate to say that it was numb.

It would be more appropriate to say that it was numbness.

Only feel that this ten years of persistence, is so ridiculous.

The evening wind is blowing more sharply.

The temperature in the mountain seems to have suddenly dropped to

below the freezing point.

Lin Feng didn't say a word and silently buried the old man

down.

Then he stood up and turned around, his melancholy eyes looking at the verdant mountains in the distance.

No one could understand how he felt at this moment.

A long time, a long time...

"I didn't think you'd really die this time!" "Your body will slowly dissipate into eternity, just like the gravel in the desert, and in a sense, this may be a kind of immortality." "Once you leave here, you'll never see each other again!" Lin Feng finally didn't get to call out that master.

Or rather, what was the point of calling out or not calling out now?

He sacrificed his longsword and his entire body turned into a ray of light, disappearing into the sky.

At this moment, if there were cultivators here, it would be absolutely

unimaginable that in this era of the End of the Law, it was even

...

Half an hour later

Lin Feng finally returned to his hometown in his memories.

His hometown was located on the outskirts of Jinling City in Jiangnan Province

outside.

The home that he could not forget was just a small, simple bungalow.

In front of the bungalow was a small pond with willow trees swaying around it.

"So. Everything hasn't changed!"

Looking at the familiar scene in front of him, Lin Feng's deep eyes finally moistened.

After ten years of separation, he had returned to his homeland.

Even with his state of mind at the moment, he couldn't help but feel a sourness and wanted to shed tears.

In the midst of the great mountains.

How many days and nights had he dreamed of such a scene ....

Dreaming of his childhood swimming in the pond, dreaming of the fireworks of the earth, dreaming of the green .... the people remain the same

"These ten years I disappeared without a trace, mom and dad are afraid that they already think I'm dead, right?"

"And my sister, when I left, she was only nine years old, and now I don't know if she's in college yet!"

"The old man said that cultivation is a path to longevity, when one cuts off all red dust and karma, but if one cuts off these closest people, what is the purpose of cultivation?"

Lin Feng exhaled a long breath of turbid air, stabilizing his already chaotic mind.

For so many years.

Wasn't this the moment he was waiting for?

Right at this moment, a fearful voice suddenly came from inside the bungalow.

inside the bungalow suddenly came a fearful cry

Shouting:

"I was wrong! I don't want the demolition money! I'm wrong, I know I'm wrong!"

"Ooohhh, don't... Don't."

"Pop! Be honest!"

Hearing this terrified voice, Lin Feng's face suddenly changed.

This was Xiao Yao's voice?

His own sister was being raped?

"Dammit!!!"

Lin Feng's complexion was cold to the bone.

It was almost as if his body was instantly moving as he rushed towards the door of the bungalow!