one generation one pair

"Feng Chen, in the holy gate, would you also think about stepping into the complicated wind and dust?" I said with a smile, my bare feet felt a little cool in the night wind, thinking of the man in front of me who once Changed my medicine without my awareness, that step Feng Chen must have seen those hideous and ugly wounds on my body.

There is always something weird in my heart.

"The so-called heavenly song, and for whom is heaven singing?" Slightly smiling, Bu Fengchen said lightly, "It's cool in the night, it's better to go back earlier, although there are ferocious beasts nearby, they won't be as casual as that bear." Assailant, return to your residence from here, there should be no danger on the way."

"Hehe, from what you said, although there are wild beasts in the holy mountain, there are not many beasts that attack people. Is that what you mean?" If this is true, I can only sigh that my luck is so good.

After listening to my words, Bu Fengchen glanced at me slightly, as if he had some doubts for a moment, and then suddenly realized that I didn't figure it out clearly.

He smiled lightly, and finally said, "You can put it that way."

"The injury on your body..." Bu Fengchen paused, and said, "It's getting late today, and I will come here at dusk tomorrow through the peach blossom forest, and I will take a look at the injury for you."

After finishing speaking, Bu Fengchen turned around and walked towards the small forest in the direction of the waterfall. I stood where I didn't chase after, and two words came to my mind inexplicably - stinky fart.

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Bu Fengchen, was the man I accidentally met last night also a member of the Holy Gate?

Ever since I came back from the Peach Blossom Forest last night, that white figure has been lingering in my mind from time to time. The people living in this mountain are all people from the Holy Gate, but I understand very well that last night The man named Bu Fengchen he met must not be an ordinary Sahabi disciple.

There are nine layers of holy gates, and the people in each door are different. The holy door is huge and has thousands of disciples. Among these thousands of people, which door is the man named Bu Fengchen from?Has Bu Fengchen always lived on the other side of the Peach Blossom Forest, or did he just pass by by chance and meet inadvertently?

It was too dark last night to continue to explore the surroundings. After returning, I stayed overnight and the sky was clear. I couldn't wait for the sunset and dusk that Bu Fengchen said, so I couldn't wait to take my sword and follow the direction I walked yesterday. I fumbled in the direction of the Peach Blossom Forest. Although I didn’t encounter a beast when I came back yesterday, the nightmare was still there, and the wound on the back of my neck was still hurting. I was not afraid of ten thousand, just in case. I still found a broken sword bring.

The mountain remains the same, the water flows forever, and the peach blossoms are still smiling brightly.

Fallen flowers are colorful and flowers are raining.

After passing through the peach blossom forest like last night, I walked in the opposite direction of the flowing water. I set off early in the morning and arrived at the Jiutian Waterfall last night after noon.

"Wow wow wow..."

The waterfall was still pouring down, and white mist was stirred up in the air, making the surroundings look like a fairyland. Before dusk, the man in the water last night naturally did not appear.

Without stopping to rest for a while, I continued to search in the direction where Bu Fengchen left last night, wanting to see what kind of scenery it would be if I walked forward.

Push aside the branches and continue to move forward. After walking for a while in the direction where Bu Fengchen left yesterday, I found that there is no road under my feet. Going forward is a cliff, and the strong wind blows like it wants to kill people. Blowing down the abyss from the cliff, looking down from the top of the cliff, you can only see patches of white mist without knowing the depth of the valley bottom.

The mountain is surrounded by white mist, and the front of the cliff is also shrouded in white mist. It is not known whether the opposite side of the cliff is an empty sky, or the same mountain, or a vast sea.

That man did leave in this direction last night, there was no way ahead, where did that man go and how did he leave?I walked around casually, but still found no trace of human habitation, no planted fruit trees, no traces of house construction, and no traces of ashes from bonfires, all of which indicated that no one lived here.

It is said that the people in the Holy Gate have the ability to ride the wind. Maybe the man I met last night has already gone to nowhere by the wind, and I myself, what am I looking for?

It’s just curiosity——I said this in my heart, but there is inevitably a trace of regret left in my heart. This feeling is really strange. After seeing through the complicated life, I will no longer be attached to anything or anyone. , whatever you want, don't force it.

After walking for a day, I couldn’t help but feel a little tired. Occasionally, I turned around and saw the waterfall again. I remembered the scene of the man bathing in the waterfall last night. I looked up at the snow waterfall falling vertically. River under the waterfall.

Although the river water was a bit cold, but the sun had not yet set, I could bear the coldness. My body was sweaty and sticky, so I took off my clothes, shoes and socks and walked into the river. The river water flowed through the waist, bringing a faint numbness.

Under the soft sunlight, the river water under the waterfall is sparkling, and the shore is scattered with broken white gauze and bandages. Holding a bay of clear water in both hands, it is sprinkled from the top of the head, and the water flows down the top of the head, sliding across the sky. The ferocious scars caused by the thunder bombardment finally spilled into the river, causing ripples in layers.

I lowered my head, and I saw the man reflected in the river water. His long eyebrows twitched into his temples, his eyes were long and narrow with a hint of indifferent sharpness, his lips were as thin as ice skates, with sharp edges and corners. However, there were several hideous scars on his face, which completely ruined this face.

Gently caressing the slender scar on the cheek, the roughness under the fingertips made Chou Tiange frown slightly, and instead of looking at the reflection in the water, I turned around and walked straight towards the waterfall, which seemed to be pouring from the nine heavens And if the falling water hits me, can I take it as easily as stepping into the dust?