[Prehistoric + System] Shooting the Sun

A tall man in bright yellow and gorgeous clothes stood there quietly, his eyes looking forward.Ye Li, with his head down, remained silent, but drops of transparent liquid from his face wet the back of his hands.

There was silence all around, and the sound of dripping water became clearer and clearer. Ye Ying is a martial artist, and because he is blind, his hearing is more acute than ordinary people.That boy was crying, Ye Li was crying.Ye Ying realized this, and couldn't help but sigh, "Don't cry, don't let my teacher worry."

Walking forward step by step, Ye Ying stopped in front of Ye Li. He bent down and stroked Ye Li's head.

Ye Li felt the touch from the top of his head, raised his head, and looked at the person in front of him, his face was still stained with tears, and his eyes were red.If it was someone else, he would definitely not let the other party see his shameful and weak appearance, but it was Ye Ying, so he didn't care.Show your weakness and gaffe without any scruples, without worrying about losing face.

Because he can't see it.

His master, the owner of Hidden Sword Villa, had been blind for many years.

Even though he looks like an ordinary person, he doesn't look like a blind man.In fact, his strength and his fierce swordsmanship made it impossible to associate him with a weak existence like the blind man.

Many times, even Ye Li would forget that his master was actually blind.

Ye Yingxiu stroked his head with her long and fair hands, then slid her fingers down, across his brows and eyes, stroking his eyes, nose, mouth, cheeks, and jaw...His fingers were cold, and he stroked him little by little. The whole of his face.

"Li'er..." a whisper.

Ye Li knew that he was "looking" at him with his fingers, but Ye Ying couldn't see him, so he could only look at him in this way.

Ye Li raised his head and looked at him blankly. His master was looking at him, but those eyes were closed.His master, with an indifferent face, has a handsome face like a fairy. No matter how you look at it, that face is very kind and pleasing to the eye.

"I'm very glad to see you as a teacher." Ye Ying said.

"You won as a teacher. Today you are a teacher. In the future, you must not be more careful when you walk in the rivers and lakes."

"As the teacher is not by your side, don't worry about it, everything depends on your own safety."

"..."

A sentence of exhortations, like a pair of sharp knives, poked Ye Li's heart.He stared blankly at Ye Ying's heart, where there was a hole, and the bright red blood kept flowing out.It hurts, right?It must be very painful!

But the injured man didn't have a trace of pain on his face, his expression was indifferent as if he hadn't been hurt in the slightest. He was earnestly telling his apprentice to protect himself in every way in the days without him by his side.

In the end, Ye Ying said: "As long as everything is fine for you, being a teacher is good."

Ye Li was shocked by this sentence, he suppressed his voice, and shouted: "Master..."

Hearing this, Ye Ying sighed, touched his head, and sighed, "Silly boy!"

In the end, Ye Li knelt down on the cold ground, stared at him, and disappeared bit by bit, turning into nothingness, and disappearing into this world.

See you next time, don't know when.

Ye Li stared blankly at the place where Ye Ying disappeared, and after a long time, he stood up and walked forward.

Step up the steps with both feet and walk up to the second floor of the tower.

Some people live in memory, fresh, never fade, and never forget.

He only wished that he was strong enough to step through the void and return that person as an apprentice.

What is owed will eventually be repaid.

That sword broke through the first floor of the tower and killed that person, but it didn't cut off the obsession in his heart.

Is this barrier broken or not?

In the dark, there was a sigh, helpless.

*******

Hidden Sword Villa

"Brother." Ye Hui, the second owner of Hidden Sword Villa, looked at Ye Ying who was lying on the soft couch and fell into a light sleep, and called.

Ye Ying moved her eyelids, raised her head, and looked at him, those eyes were still closed, "What's the matter?" His voice was cold and hoarse with just waking up.

"That kid Ye Fan abducted Tang Aotian's daughter!" Ye Hui said.

Hearing this, Ye Ying rubbed her forehead and said, "Do you know where he is now?"

"Probably not out of Sichuan yet." Ye Hui said.

"You send someone to find out his whereabouts, and bring him back to me!" Ye Yingwen said with a hint of coldness.

When Ye Hui heard the words, he didn't dare to say any more, so he took his order and went down.I always feel that the big brother at this time is very scary!It must be a nightmare, right?

Have a nightmare?

It was indeed a dream. Thinking of the scene in the dream, Ye Ying's heart throbbed. Three years had passed since the day he lost the child he raised with his own hands.Every time I think of that day, my heart aches like a twist. The child raised by one hand, who loves like a father and son, is lost just like that.

Ye Ying leaned on the soft couch, thinking of the boy in her dream, he was doing well.

Is that just a dream?

Ye Ying stretched out her hand to touch his heart. It was here that the child raised by him in the dream was pierced by a sword. The biting chill and pain still vaguely remained in her memory.

*****

Heritage Tower

Ye Li was covered in blood and killed all the way up, from the second floor to the seventh floor.

His face was cold, without any expression, and he looked cold, like a god of death.Holding a sword in his hand, he killed all the way, no matter who or what was in front of him, he would cut off with a single sword.

Really kill gods when you meet gods, kill Buddhas when you meet Buddhas, if you dare to block my way, you will kill them!

It looked like he was in a bad mood.

Obviously, his experience on the first floor of the tower had put him in a bad mood.The feeling of killing a master with one's own hands is really too bad.Even if he knew it, it would have no effect on that person in that world.

But he was still upset, he didn't want to attack any of his relatives, friends, or partners, even if it was just false.

Ye Li cut his throat with a sword, killed the tower guard in front of him, and walked up to the eighth floor.

He stepped on the last step and stood on the eighth floor. His breath stopped and his eyes opened slightly.

There is nothing on the eighth floor, only an empty wilderness, a silent deserted wilderness, and a starry sky above.

In the dark night sky, countless stars are twinkling and twinkling, and the Milky Way is like a jade belt, so beautiful that it is blurred.

The starry sky is within reach, right in front of your eyes.

Ye Li stared at the starry sky without blinking, the violent desire to kill gradually settled in his heart, and his mood calmed down.

He stood there, looking at the starry sky, watching the stars twinkle, watching the Milky Way hang high, watching a star dim, watching a star rise, watching the stars turn, that is the trajectory of fate.

Ye Li's eyes were misty, as if he was lost in the bright starry sky.

I don't know how long it has passed, but suddenly the stars changed their trajectory, countless stars rose, and countless stars dimmed.In the end, a chess game appeared in front of Ye Li, with the night sky as the board and the stars as the pieces.

Light and dark interweave and echo each other.

Ye Li stared blankly at the chess game. After a long time, like a thousand years, he stretched out his finger to one point.

Immediately, the light was bright, and countless stars were lit up, emitting a dazzling light.

The light all shot into Ye Li's eyes, and after a long time, the light dissipated.

The boy's eyes were black and bright, and the stars were reflected in them, and the stars were shining here.

Ye Li lowered his eyes and reached out to cover his eyes.

Fragments of stars fell into his eyes.

The trajectory of fate has been spied on one or two times.

Ye Li put the sword back into the scabbard and walked up to the last floor, the ninth floor.

The ninth floor is a Taoist room.

A very ordinary Taoist room.

In front of him was a group of cattail cattails, a table, and a roll of ancient books on the table.

Ye Li walked in, he opened the ancient book, and then froze.

The text on this ancient book is the prehistoric scriptures, which is... "The Way of the Primordial Enlightenment".

In Zixiao Palace in the past, Daoist Hongjun once taught Ye Li, and what he taught was "The Way of Hongmeng".

Ye Li had a guess in his mind that the owner of this room was probably the Taoist Supreme Taoist Hongjun.He glanced around, looking at this room, a very clean and deserted room, except for this one cattail, one case, nothing else.It is indeed that person's style, I really did not expect that there are traces left by him here.

Ye Li lowered his eyes, and there were countless guesses and thoughts in his mind, but he couldn't find the head. Those countless guesses and thoughts were missing a thread to connect them together, so that he couldn't figure out everything.

He stared at the volume of "The Way of the Primordial Mist", which is a scroll of bamboo slips, an ancient way of recording.The handwriting on it was obviously written by a human being, vigorous and powerful, left by Daozu Hongjun.Ye Li turned back and found that this volume of "The Way of the Primordial Mengmeng" was only half written and hadn't been finished yet.

Ye Li's eyes fell on the carving knife on the desk, he pondered for a while, and he had an idea in his mind.

He sat on the tufted fu, picked up the carving knife, and began to carve the second half of "The Way of the Primal Enlightenment" on the bamboo slips.

Each word was engraved, and a layer of sweat broke out on his forehead after an unknown amount of time passed.But his eyes were focused on the bamboo slips, engraving this ancient book wholeheartedly, not daring to be distracted.

Following Ye Li's movements, the "The Way of the Primordial Mengmeng", which he had originally forgotten, came to mind more and more clearly, and each word was imprinted in the sea of ​​consciousness.It's as if Ye Li is not writing on the bamboo slips at this moment, but in the sea of ​​consciousness.

At the beginning, when Hongjun taught Ye Li "The Way of the Primordial Meng", Ye Li was still young and his temperament was unstable, so he couldn't understand the profound meaning at all.Ye Li lacked interest in studying and just memorized it by rote.And Dao Ancestor, who has always been wise and powerful, didn't care about these, he just taught him blindly.

Until today, when Ye Li saw this ancient book and began to burn the "The Way of the Primordial Enlightenment", he dug out the Taoism that had been dormant in his memory for many years, and only then did he have a little understanding of it.

This is indeed a mysterious and profound Taoism, which records the Hongmeng Dao.

With deep eyes, Ye Li carved the last stroke and put the carving knife aside.

"The Way of Hongmeng" is complete!

Ye Li was holding the complete volume of "The Way of the Primordial Enlightenment" in his hand, and suddenly there was a golden light in front of him, and Ye Li was shocked.He hurriedly looked up, and when the golden light faded, he saw a purple-clothed Taoist with gorgeous hair sitting in mid-air in front of him.