Once upon a time there was a demon pass

It has to be said that Yu Mo really understands Confucian scholars very well.

But in just two sentences, the Confucian scholar shut up decisively, and kept nodding to Yu Mo, obviously agreeing with Yu Mo's words very much!

That's right!

The reason why the fairyland is the fairyland is because the threshold is extremely high!

Entering this door is difficult and difficult.

I have been wasting for an unknown number of years, and now I have the opportunity to take a step forward.

A person like him who is destined to become a fairy has such twists and turns in his journey to immortality, and this young man is even more impossible.

Fairyland!

It is compelling!

For a moment, the Confucian scholar raised his chin proudly.

He obviously looks middle-aged and old, but his expression looks so childish.

"We... go back first?"

After the Confucian scholar shut up, Yu Mo looked at Yu Sheng in the distance and asked.

Yu Sheng nodded slightly and disappeared into the darkness again.

Immediately afterwards, Yu Mo's wheelchair started to move, and he walked to the distance by himself.

Confucian scholars followed closely beside Yu Mo, never leaving a single step.

The speed of the wheelchair is obviously very fast, but he can always ensure that he follows the wheelchair at the same speed.

Time fell far behind the wheelchair, keeping a distance of more than [-] meters.

Yu Sheng picked up the fainted Zong Ren and disappeared.

Inner city, city gate.

The blind old man sat quietly at the door, leaning on a cane.

In Yu Mo, when the Confucian scholars were about to reach the gate of the city, the old man slowly got up.

"Go back to the woods..."

"There is your world."

The old man didn't talk to Yu Mo this time, but directly to Confucian scholars.

The Confucian scholar smiled foolishly: "Immortal world is my world."

"The woods, no."

The old man stroked his crutch lightly, the dust behind him quietly floated up, and even the corners of his clothes began to dance in mid-air automatically without wind.

"I said, the forest is your world."

The old man, who had always been quiet in his speech, now had a little coldness in his voice out of thin air.

Shi Guang watched this scene from a distance, stepped back a hundred meters again, and had no intention of watching the excitement or intervening.

"You don't understand me, and you don't understand Xian."

"You are blind not only your eyes, but also your heart."

"I can see..."

"I saw layers of chains wrapped around your heart."

"Your heart is beating!"

"It wants to break free, it wants to break free from the chains!"

"It's howling!"

"Release your heart, you are only touching yourself."

"It's innocent!"

The Confucian scholar still smiled foolishly, his words were inexplicable, and his expression was even more exaggerated.

The old man clenched his hand holding the cane suddenly, raised his head indifferently, looked at Confucian scholar, and slowly opened his eyes.

His eyes...pure white.

There are no pupils.

It looked terrible in this darkness.

"My eyes are not blind, and my heart is not blind."

"You are no longer fit to appear in this world, and this world doesn't welcome us either."

"Staying in Sin City forever is already the greatest contribution we have made to this world."

"Out of Sin City..."

"I will kill you."

The old man spoke indifferently, the corner of his clothes returned to calm, and the dust slowly fell back to the ground, as if nothing had happened.

"This world is fake! Fake!"

"Old man, your heart is roaring!"

"It's still alive!"

"It still wants to get out of this city of sin, not to accompany you in silence!"

"I am a fairy, you are a demon!"

"Together we cleanse the world."

"Since there is a fairy world, there must be a demon world!"

"Let's leave together, leaving that stupid big guy behind, and we will perish here!"

The Confucian scholar was still smiling, as if he didn't feel the threat from the old man at all, and laughed madly from time to time, his sick eyes fixed on the old man.

"..."

"Leave the crime city, I will kill you."

The old man didn't argue with Confucian scholars about whether there is a fairy world in this world, but repeated what he said just now, and just sat down again.

The crazy smile on Confucian scholar's face gradually subsided, and he glanced at the old man.

After a long time, the Confucian scholar sneered, and walked towards the inner city with his hands behind his back.

The long robe he got from who knows where, accompanied by his steps, fluttered up and down, with a fairy air.

Yu Mo sat in a wheelchair and smiled apologetically at the old man.

"Young man, you can play with fire..."

"but..."

"Volcanoes don't work."

"I said it when you first came, Sin City has a reason for its existence."

"As long as the foundation of the sin city is not destroyed, I can ignore it."

"But now, you've crossed the line."

When the old man talked to Yu Mo again, he was not as polite as the previous two times, but revealed a sense of coldness.

Yu Mo was silent.

"What the younger generation believes in is that nothing can be broken and nothing can be built."

"When the previous rules have existed for ten or a hundred years and still cannot change the situation of the world, it can only mean that the rules are wrong."

"At least, not for now."

"If the chessboard is messed up, then reset it."

"It's the same in this world."

"Although the juniors don't know your name until now, but..."

"At least I'm still working hard for a certain hope."

"Even if I failed in the end, at least I fought."

"Instead of staying here like you..."

"Until death."

"The world needs change, Terran needs change, and Sin City... also needs change."

Yu Mo said seriously, and sat in the wheelchair and bowed deeply to the old man again: "You may be a benevolent person who cares about the world, or you may be a wicked devil. I don't know about these, but the city of sin can maintain stability, you ..Thanks for your hard work."

"But sometimes, seeking stability is just a slow death."

"If the final outcome is death..."

"I hope that the death will be vigorous and have some backbone."

"If you give the Yaozu a hundred years, a thousand years..."

"Human race, can't afford it."

As the sound ended, Yu Mo turned his head and waved his hands at the far away time.

Time controls the wheelchair and walks into the inner city.

The old man sat on the stone bench and didn't speak for a long time, even his body remained motionless, like a sculpture.

It wasn't until a long time later that the old man sighed softly, stood up tremblingly, turned his head and glanced at the direction of time, and then disappeared into the distance.