"I have never seen swans before. As for crows, there is a group of them, but they only live in my memory. I think you understand the meaning of "just" and they no longer know where they are. No one asks or pays attention to where they have gone, just like a group of lost migrants who have to turn around and disappear into my life."

Huo Jie's brown pupils were blurred, and his thoughts seemed to follow his sight and floated to the sky. There, a white cloud swayed slowly, and the golden sunlight hit it, making it clear and clear, and overflowing with bright and soft light, like a miracle.

Ye Wuchou sighed softly, patted Huo Jie on the shoulder, and then placed his hands behind his head and lay down flat.

In the south of Zhuang, the grass is green, and I look around. The fields are ridges, and there are a few busy figures working in the process. This scene is like a nameless wind blowing the freshness and simplicity of the soil. Then I raise my head and look down. The wilderness is low, the sun is warm, and it is clear and refreshing.

But not all beauty can be healed, and not all light can clear the haze. In an unsuitable time and in an unsuitable place, it will only not even add fuel to the fire. The so-called joy and sorrow are like this.

Ye Wuchou was a little heavy, not for himself, but for the young man in front of him. Huo Jie was fond of writing since he was a child. He read the General History of the Mainland at the age of seven. At the age of eight, he wrote a poem and wrote a poem immediately and immediately wrote thousands of words. Although his writing was suspected of being a green luan and a guitar, it was not easy at this age. As for the age of twelve, his understanding was broad and he was well-versed in writing. His writing was all alert and had a unique perspective. Even the elders were not as good as those of the elders. These were all effective in reading hundreds of calligraphy and understanding. However, in this era when he was very enthusiastic about martial arts, it was the right way to prepare for war and practice martial arts. How could he allow the literati to be fed? In Huo Yanyu's words, "literati was a hot commodity in a peaceful era, but today, wars were full of chaos and wars, and if the force was not enough, he would only end up in the end of his destruction. How could he have the opportunity to chew the words?"

"Your father has not yet realized the role of literati. To be more rigorous, he has no comprehensive understanding of literati. He has a strategic plan, guides the country, and has made plans and plans in detail. How can an ordinary man be brave enough to be as brave as a match?"

After a moment of speech, Ye Wuchou saw that Huo Jie did not respond. He was about to rest his eyes and relax, but saw Huo Jie turn his head and smile cheerfully at him.

"I want to practice martial arts, how about you be my master?"

Ye Wuchou heard this and quickly got up and sat cross-legged, making a puzzled expression.

"Since I have no power to go against the heavens and want to go against the heavens, I have only taken my own death. I have been reading for many years but I don't understand this principle. No one is against the world than against myself. I have never understood it. It is not the opinion of those who are afraid of the world, but the act of the wise." Hojie paused, and his bright eyes showed a light smile. "When in the future, my literary and martial arts and the power of the world are combined, will I not let me be free in this world?"

Ye Wuchou glanced at Huo Jie deeply and said, "Although I agree with the heroic spirit and domineeringness of no other than me, I am still sincerely happy that you can think so and get out of the decadence."

Huo Jie shrugged and said, "Everyone has his own beliefs, no one is a copy of anyone. Only when different people are together will spark sparks."

Ye Wuchou laughed and said, "This is reasonable. I will teach you martial arts, so you have to teach me calligraphy! I still remember the three big words in front of your hall!"

"Haha." At this moment, an old laugh suddenly came from behind the two. When they saw it, they hurriedly stood up to salute.

"Old Yan."

Ye Wuchou always has a sense of indifference and intimacy towards the old man in front of him whom he had never met before. Sometimes even Ye Wuchou is confused. He has never seen this old man during his time in Tianxuan Mountain and during his wandering period? But why are he always moved and intimate from the bottom of his heart?

Old Yan staggered and walked over with a stick. If he only looked at his steps, he was indeed an old man in his twilight years. However, his swords and swords were not famous for their light, and he did not know the world because of his appearance. This is such an unconscious thing, let alone others? He would have to pay a price for his appearance!

Old Yan moved to the two of them, smiled amiably and said to Huo Jie: "In the future, you can follow your heart and achieve great things."

Huo Jie said: "Old Yan is too famous."

Yan Laoqi shook his head gently and said, "Where did I come from now on, it's not convenient to tell you, but I can tell you what I can do.

Yes, I know your future.”

Ye Wuqiu, Huo Jie looked at each other, and they all read deeply unbelievable from each other's eyes.

"Prophet? Spiritual?" Ye Wuqiu said skeptical.

Old Yan shook his head with a smile on his lips.

Ye Wuchou frowned and looked at Huo Jie. In his perception, only the prophets and psychics could know something about what was going to happen after paying a considerable price. But who else can do this?

"Old Yan, please forgive me for taking the liberty. What is my future like?"

"The secret of heaven cannot be revealed." After saying that, he looked at the place where Huo Jie was looking. "Huo Jie, go first, I want to chat with Wu Qiu alone."

"good."

Watching Huo Jie gradually drift away and finally turn into a black dot in the distance, Ye Wuchou asked: "Can you really see the future?"

Mr. Yan did not answer, but asked back: "Do you believe in fate?"

Ye Wuchou shook his head and stood in the wind, his long, silver-light hair flying behind his head. He said, "Fate is just an excuse for those who deceive themselves to comfort themselves."

Old Yan said: "Can I understand this as self-confidence?"

"Can."

Old Yan was silent and just quietly admired the scenery of the countryside. After a long time, he said hoarsely: "Have you heard of the fairy and demon boy?"

"Immortal and Demon Boy? I just learned something irrelevant in an ancient book."

Old Yan looked at Ye Wuchou with a soft look: "Then do you want to hear his main story?"

"I'll listen carefully."

Old Yan sat down slowly with his hands and feet stiff and told the past that had been washed away by time and had been unrecognizable.

No one knows how the immortal demon boy appeared, just like a foreigner who came out of nowhere. There was no record of his existence before. You must know that at that time, a giant power, the Demon Emperor Sect, had investigated the Immortal Demon Young Master, but they found nothing. If you don't agree with this, it would be underestimating the strength of the Demon Emperor Sect. This Demon Emperor Sect has branch sects in all continents, and all have huge flames. They want to investigate individuals as easy as taking things out of their pockets. But they can't find any details of the Immortal Demon Young Master.

If it is an insignificant young man, it doesn't matter, but the immortal demon boy is extremely powerful and wants to get the treasure of the Immortal Spirit Resurrection Flower of the Sect of the Desolate Emperor Sect. The Immortal Emperor Sect regards the Immortal Spirit Resurrection Flower as a reverse scale, so the relationship between the two is extremely staggering. After a big battle, the Immortal Emperor Sect won by relying on the advantage of numbers. The Immortal Emperor Sect was seriously injured and fled away, and disappeared from then on.

A few years later, an underground organization emerged. When this organization surfaced, it had the power to shake the Waste Emperor Sect. The leader of this organization was the Immortal and Demon Boy. Another shocking battle, the leader of the Waste Emperor Sect was almost sentenced to the sword of the Immortal and Demon Boy, and the entire Waste Emperor Sect disappeared from then on.

It was also at this time that the alien demons were invading a large number of people. The immortal demon boy was regarded as the leader because of his strength and led a large army of humans to resist the heaven demon. However, for some reason, the immortal demon boy suddenly became bloodthirsty and killed civilians. In terms of the march, he also suffered repeated defeats and frequent defeats. Among the people, the voices against the immortal demon boy were increasingly high. Finally, he failed in the battle of Yueguan to withdraw his troops and defend him. The supreme ruler of mankind deprived him of his military power and committed many crimes such as killing innocent people indiscriminately and unfavorable command. The immortal demon boy was imprisoned, and the group of people who had been following him were also sanctioned.

Finally, the young man of immortals and demons suddenly broke through the prison and headed straight for Gutian Peak. That day, black smoke rolled and evil spirits sang. It seemed that thousands of evil ghosts howled desperately between the sky and the earth, and its shocking momentum was terrifying. At the top of Gutian Peak, the only golden light surged, reaching the sky and the earth, as if it was a pillar supporting the sky.

On the second day, the vision gradually faded. People went up the mountain and found that the immortal demon boy stood proudly with his sword, his chest was raised with his eyes as usual, looking at the new sun in the dawn. There was no breath between his nose.

The continent was filled with joy. The immortal demon boy whom they hated deeply was dead! They wanted to destroy the corpse of the immortal demon boy. They hated, and hated the immortal demon boy even if they died, still made them feel scared and small. However, they used all their means and still failed to hurt them. As a last resort, they had no choice but to bury the corpse of the immortal demon boy deep in Gutian Peak to show the end.

Regarding the image of the immortal demon boy, it is forbidden to spread on the mainland, but there are always exceptions. Some people circulate, and the immortal demon boy is

Nian is handsome and carries a sword full of dragon patterns that emits golden red light. Some people also say that the immortal demon boy dances his sword like a dragon, and is unparalleled in the world...

After Yan finished speaking, he glanced at Ye Wuqiu and said before he could speak: "Your meridians are very strange."

Ye Wuchou's body stiffened and he nodded immediately.

"Can I see?"

Ye Wuchou hesitated for a moment and then took off his shirt. After the Dou Qi was running for a whole day, the shape of the meridians floated on the skin and emitted a faint golden light.

The pattern was a dragon soaring in the nine heavens, raising its head and hissing, looking at it, as if the world was full of all ages, and they were all lying at the bottom of its claws.
Chapter completed!