The book never ends

Taoist Suifeng had never been so embarrassed before, his white Taoist robes were scattered all over the floor, the bruises on his body were very obvious on his fair skin, and there was still a sticky feeling between his legs.When he woke up, that person had left at some point.

His weak body had no strength at all, he struggled to get up, and put the clothes back on his body one by one with shaking hands, the expression on his face was terribly calm.

This is really the last time, he thought so, using the magic weapon left by the man to put the first-level spirit veins in his arms, and wandered out of the cave where he had stayed for more than 30 years.

The warm sunshine shone on the body, but it couldn't reach the bottom of my heart, and I recalled the scene when we first met in a trance.

The young boy with black hair and black clothes stood in the dense forest outside the village, covered by the shadows of the trees, he could barely hear his breath, and seemed to be completely melted into the shadows. If you didn't identify him carefully, you wouldn't feel him at all. The presence.

With a second thought, Suifeng was sure that this was the person he was looking for.

Stared at by those thick black eyes, Suifeng only felt that his apprentice was different, and he must have something to do in the future.At that time, he didn't check his life experience carefully, which made Suifeng regret it for many years.

At that time, the master had not ascended to the throne, and Suifeng was only over 100 years old. He had achieved a little success in practicing Tianyuanlu, and he felt something about it one day, and then he went out to accept disciples.

He originally entered Taoism through divination, and he knew what he meant when his mind moved. After a while, I went directly to the direction of my mind, but I didn't expect it to lead to this catastrophe.

Standing outside the cave with the wind, the rustling sound of the leaves beside him was awakened by the breeze.As far as the eye can see, there is no human figure, and the gloomy reef has a breath of death.

Although I had been prepared for a long time, facing such silence, I still felt a strong uneasiness and a little heartache in my heart.The words of farewell were especially in his ears, telling what he knew and what he didn't know for thousands of years. It wasn't until that moment that he was sure that he and he both had that kind of thought for each other.

Master knew something back then. When he brought the taciturn child back, the persuasion, although he didn't say it clearly, pointed out that it was his disaster, but he really liked that child.

Picturesque eyebrows, cold temperament, and extremely high understanding, each of which meets my requirements.So what about the catastrophe, the arrogant Suifeng thought he could comprehend the secrets of the heavens, and turn dangers into blessings.

Carry him back to the teacher's door, let him obediently give himself a teacher's gift, and then teach him all he has learned in his life.The child did not live up to his expectations, and grew into what he expected day by day.

When did it start? From his immature voice calling out that master, and then to his cold and steady voice, every call is as if engraved in his heart.The figure flying in the mountains, the gesture of waving a sword, and Yi Ran who is meditating silently, those deliberately forgotten memories flooded out in an instant, and it turned out that they had never been forgotten.

In fact, his apprentice never lied to him, but he didn't ask, so he didn't tell.

Suifeng raised his hand and blurred in the air, chanting formulas in his mouth, waited for a crack in the space to appear in midair, and then flew in.

The underground is still full of vitality, and the building is still brand new after so many years.Suifeng straightened his clothes, deliberately ignoring the discomfort on his body, he walked slowly to the side of Changwan Pool, took out the soul lamp that had been hidden in the storage ring for many years, and waited for the expected result.

The meager light of the fire remained the same as before, and he had worried more than once that the light would be extinguished by the wind, but the light kept on struggling tenaciously. For hundreds of years, he couldn't help but take it out several times to have a look.That was the soul lamp that Yan Mo had personally lit for him when he was a beginner.

I flicked my fingers lightly, but I still couldn't feel the slightest warmth, but after struggling a few times, the fire was completely extinguished, and I blinked with the wind, making sure that what was in front of me was not an illusion, and when it went out, it was really gone out... …

The light green lake water is imprinted with the silhouette of the wind and the silence. That affectionate feeling should have gone with the wind, but it always lingers in the heart, lingering, how can I forget it?If you forget, how can you stop accepting disciples later, and you can no longer tolerate others in your heart.

What I can't forget most is the scene of him facing each other with swords in the secret realm of the sect. Suifeng felt that the face he had seen for hundreds of years was strange. The white robe against the black hair was as cold as night, standing The people behind him called him Mozun.

Later, Suifeng found out that the child he met at the beginning was just the shadow of another person. That shadow had just grown up, and because of a ray of spirit, it covered up the secret of Suifeng's exploration.

It wasn't accidental that he appeared there, but it wasn't deliberate either.Because of his fancy, he was brought into the sect to learn art from a teacher, which seemed not his wish, but according to Sui Feng's wishes.

Even those hundreds of years of silence can't be called lurking. He never concealed his intentions about that thing in the sect's secret realm, and he naively thought that it was a child's pure curiosity.

The thing left by the legendary God-man can activate the heaven-defying formation. If the God-man does it, it can reverse time and space, and run the several peaks of Tianyuanzong.

Ever since he was a child, he had never seen through that person.Probably only the name is the deepest understanding of him, Yan Mo, he is like the shadow cast by the flame, with only the residual heat of the flame, but can't see a ray of light.

Everything has its own destiny, thinking that he has been comprehending the secrets of heaven with the wind for many years, but he was blinded by that unnecessary emotion.

After all, it is nothing more than a shadow demon, no matter how powerful it is, it is just another person's shadow, the lowest level of demon, if it is not a coincidence, it will not give birth to wisdom at all.But I was deceived by such a thing for hundreds of years, thinking... I thought...

To open the secret book of the sect with one word for him, and not to ascend to the sky with one request for him, after all, he cannot escape the shackles of this world.

The waves in the singing pool were rippling, Suifeng didn't notice the red figure that suddenly appeared behind him, he was still immersed in the memories, his slightly closed eyelashes trembled slightly, and there was a trace of water vapor.

"Second Martial Uncle..." A slightly hoarse voice sounded behind him, and the breath of the young man in red made him feel inexplicably familiar.

Suifeng understood, and let out a long sigh. "It's good that you're fine." After all, his nephew didn't disappoint anyone, he took the way of heaven instead, and that person, as promised in his ear.

"Second Master, Yanmo..." Jiang Ce stood behind Taoist Suifeng. He has not yet fully adapted to the extremely sensitive five senses. Angrily, the next words came to his lips but he couldn't say anything.

Suifeng turned around and looked at him, with a calm face and a faint smile on the corner of his mouth. It was an expression Jiang Ce had seen countless times, but he felt that he had never felt so painful. His voice was also deep and helpless, which was different from usual, " Did he...have anything left?"

Jiang Ce shook his head, nodded again, frowned and hesitantly took out a black spar from his arms, which was the only thing he found in the white mist-shrouded void when he finally regained consciousness.

He tested it with his spiritual sense, and found that this spar didn't have any spiritual power, just like a piece of ordinary waste.He didn't know if this thing was left after Mo Yan and Yan Mo disappeared, but he took it with extra care.

Taoist Suifeng looked at the thing in his hand, and there was a wave of fluctuation in his eyes. He stretched out his hand and pinched the spar on his fingertips. A slight coolness penetrated from his fingertips to his heart. He moved his lips and uttered a sentence, " If I'm not mistaken, this is... Shadow Soul."

Jiang Ce was bewildered.

Suifeng continued: "It's just a dead thing."

He raised his hand and threw it casually, and the spar drew a semicircular arc in the air, and fell into the water of Changwan Pool in a blink of an eye. With a plop, several layers of waves swayed, and soon disappeared.

Jiang Ce felt that Suifeng's attitude was a bit strange. He watched him turn around and sit cross-legged by the pool, closed his eyes and said nothing, his face was gradually covered with a layer of death, he was startled, Suifeng's blood line It has fallen to the lowest point, if there is no spiritual power to restore, Suifeng will soon die on the spot.

He didn't know why Suifeng appeared in the guild's territory, and he didn't know why Suifeng didn't have the nourishment of that first-level spiritual vein.The first thing he did when he came down from above was to help the territory to find Suifeng, because he saw that Suifeng's qi and blood value had been in a state of continuous blood loss, and the panic of losing his loved ones made him rush back quickly, and Well, finally caught up.

He stared intently at Suifeng's blood value, waiting for the last moment.

Sitting cross-legged by the pool with the wind, he seemed to have forgotten the existence of others, his five senses gradually blurred, and his consciousness returned to the darkness quietly.

He thought of the truth that Yan Mo whispered in his ear that night. Yan Mo said that he was a dead thing and had no love at all, and his love for him was just an insinuation of his love for him.

As much as Suifeng loves him, he loves Suifeng as much.He felt that it didn't matter if he died for Suifeng, it was all the affection Suifeng bestowed on him.

That relationship prompted him to betray Mo Yan, who gave him life. In order to save Jiang Ce's life with him, he killed all the demon cultivators above the Nascent Soul Stage on Moluo Island, and devoured their Nascent Souls and cultivation bases. .

He cruelly and indifferently talked about the life and death of those people, including his junior brother Chu Xie, the poor man who followed his master wholeheartedly.

Suifeng has never heard him say so many words, adding up the hundreds of years, the most is just the word "Master".

He never regretted what he had done, he touched Suifeng's heart and said that he was in severe pain there.As much as Suifeng hurts, so does he.He would never have such a feeling, it was all given to him by Suifeng, he didn't hate, but resented.

But he still didn't want to watch Suifeng die, this thought was stronger than the master's order, instructing him to do it personally.

In a trance, a faint figure appeared in the darkness. On the last side, he smiled lightly, his eyes were no longer cold as ice, but warm friendship, watching him wave to himself with the wind, he stood up, He staggered and chased after him. He was close at hand, but far away in the world. After all, he failed to catch him.

Sui Feng watched him wave his hands to himself, his lips moved, but there was no sound.What did you say, Sui Feng yelled loudly, but there was still no response, his lips were still moving, Sui Feng finally understood, it was calling him Master, just like hundreds of years ago, rigid but Full of trust.

In front of him was an abyss, and Suifeng looked anxiously, and his steps were faster, but he still couldn't reach it. A red light flashed in front of his eyes, and he finally heard his voice. He waited for those words. Thousands of years ago, he didn't expect to hear it under such circumstances, which made him think that this was probably his own delusion.

He opened his eyes again in the darkness, the blue waves were rippling as far as he could see, the young man in red squatted beside him nervously, and there was no familiar figure anymore.

Suifeng turned his head and thanked Jiang Ce, then slowly stood up and left the gang territory in a blink of an eye.

For many years to come, no one knew where Taoist Suifeng had gone. Although Jiang Ce could see it, he didn't tell.

Until 500 years passed, when everyone was about to forget that past, a white figure appeared beside Changwan Pool, with white hair like snow, who had gone through many vicissitudes, before a sigh was completely dispersed, the man had already plunged into it. in the pool...