"You're here too..."

Ye Ku was shocked and quickly turned around and looked at the old man's turbid eyes.

After hearing this sentence, does this old man who looks like a ghost still remember himself? Ye Ku only felt a little incredible. Although this old man could walk in the void as flat as the ground, his cultivation was only incomprehensible, but his entire mental state seemed to be incredible. Perhaps he never remembered who he was, where he came from, and where he was going.

What kind of virtue can Ye Ku be remembered by such a character? After the old man pointed out those two fingers, his face full of tears and his face was full of madness and his appearance was still fresh in Ye Ku's memory!

In other words, it was the three sentences "It's still there" that made him unforgettable. He had memories of his past lives, and to some extent, he had some ideas with the old man trapped in the past and memories. Since it was connected, it would naturally resonate with him.

"Thousands of years, thousand years..."

Just as Ye Ku was hesitating and puzzled, the familiar voice that seemed like a curse sounded in his ears again. The old man was just muttering words, and his old body was trembling like the way he looked that day.

These three words are like some kind of spell, which controls some kind of magic. It is a taboo for such a foreigner. If you touch it, you will be crazy.

Only this time, the gray-haired old man no longer had tears on his face. He seemed to have a kind of demonic nature, as if something was dormant in his body and was about to emerge.

"Senior, be more awake! A person like you should not be deceived by the inner demon!"

Ye Ku felt a bad premonition in his heart, and he didn't care much about it. It was half out of sympathy for such an old man who saved his life and Shangguan Xuanqing, and half out of his stroll forward in order to protect himself, holding the old man's shoulders in both hands and persuading him.

To Ye Ku's surprise, the old man seemed to have really listened to his words, and gradually calmed down. He was still shaking all over and his mouth was fighting. The old man raised his hand tremblingly, just like outside Tuba Village, and grabbed Ye Ku's arm.

This time, this catch was just an ordinary catch, like a drowning person who grabbed a life-saving straw and refused to let go.

Ye Ku felt that his arm seemed to be clamped by iron pliers. The old man had a huge force on his hand, and he was about to crush his bones. He didn't look like the strength that a waning man should have.

The old man exuded a decay smell, and even a stinking smell, which was the smell that would be carried by a man when he got old. His Taoist robe was dirty, and Ye Ku clearly saw the oil stains and dry blood from above.

This catch was unintentional by the old man. With Ye Ku's cultivation, it was not impossible to break free from the mysterious energy of Yin and Yang. However, he did not choose to do so. He felt that the old man was a little pitiful and that this senior who was as hot as dry grass would not hurt him.

So what if you have a superb cultivation level? You are so confused all day long, the world is unknown, day and night, and you live in a drowsy life, trapped in that "thousand years" and unable to extricate yourself. What's the difference between it and the walking corpse?

"Wake up, everything is over, there is no danger here, nothing can hurt you, and there is no... The existence of 'it', everything in the past has passed, no need to think about it."

Ye Ku patiently persuaded, carefully thought about the words, and finally pointed out the "it". Although he didn't know what the word refers to, he vaguely felt that the "it" had a great relationship with the current confusion of the old man in front of him.

The sun emerges in the sea of ​​clouds, and the golden light shines on the world.

I don’t know if Ye Ku’s persuasion was effective or what, but the old man gradually calmed down. His slightly sunken eyes were no longer turbid, and he began to have a bright and focal length.

A trace of doubt rose in the old man's eyes and slowly withdrew his hand. There was a circle of clear red marks on Ye Ku's arm, and a numb feeling came. I just felt that this arm was almost no longer owned.

Ye Ku knew in his heart that the old man was now sober. Although there was no change in his aura in this old man, the spirit in his eyes could not deceive others.

With this old man's cultivation level, he should have been smooth and fulfilled and freely retracted.

For example, a master of his level would not be able to carry the power of cultivation everywhere, because such existences do not care about the eyes of the world at all. They are only transcendent and exist only in the exciting past. Those who can remember them will naturally remember, and the rest will no longer be important.

Ye Ku was about to thank him, but the old man suddenly stood up from the big bluestone. He was like a peerless sword hidden in a sheath, and he looked like a hunchback?

He slowly raised his hand, and his palm was still like dry firewood, wrinkled, with some stains, and without any trace of fireworks, he stroked Ye Ku's head.

The immortal caresses my head, and the hair is full of immortality.

In an instant, something mysterious and obscure was imprinted into his heart, like thousands of stars shining. This seemed to be a kind of original power. The stars shine in the sky, derive into chaos, and are unstoppable. It seemed to be a mysterious pattern, but it was all-encompassing. It also seemed to be thousands of ancient characters, telling a "law".

As for the old man who is like a ghost, he wants to take Ye Ku's life in just one thought. He will never go through such a big trouble, so Ye Ku has no doubts, and has concentrated all his mind and comprehended the supreme method of not a picture, not a picture, not a word.

It is like a "craft" or a "law". In the Yin-Yang Pool, waves sounded, and two carp jumped up, like a dragon gate looking at it, eager to try.

But the things passed down by the old man were too profound and complex. Ye Ku only followed the hazy feeling that he could only capture. That strand of things could be called heaven and earth, and evolved the "art" or "law" handed down by the old man.

In Ye Ku's rough perception, the gray-haired old man seemed to have passed on several "changes" and progressed layer by layer.

Although he has memories of his previous life, he is not good at understanding all things. There are three thousand great ways in the world. Even if he is so amazing, he will never be able to be omniscient and omnipotent.

The old man's realm was so high that Ye Ku's imagination, because he felt a trace of life and death in these thousands of shining stars!

The realm of life and death, on the land of Guxia, there has been no one who has opened the entrance to life and death for thousands of years, or such people have never been able to walk into the world and are not known to the world. But no matter what, this old man is only a common sense thing and cannot be easily guessed.

This earth is vast and vast. Who dares to say that he is truly invincible in the world?

It is the stars and also the Taoist text. When the Taoist text is deeply interpreted, it is no longer bound by the shape of "character". It is only what people see and what is recorded in books are mostly presented in the form of words. Even if Ye Ku tried his best to be a genius, he was only at the ninth level of the Ordinary Bone, and he could not fully understand the profoundness of this for a while.

He had never even found the way, and he vaguely felt that the old man's gift was extraordinary and its value was immeasurable. It would be difficult to comprehend thoroughly for a while.

"This... it seems that I have a fate with this old man. I first helped me and Xuanqing reshape my body, and I have learned the method of passing it on. I really can't explain the opportunity to this fate."

Although Ye Ku had sympathy and compassion just now, it was undeniable that he also thought that if this old man really fell into madness at this time, it would probably be unfavorable to him.

With this half for the public, for the morality in his heart, and for the selfishness of his own, Ye Ku woke the old man up from the madness, but the old man was not willing to owe favors, so he passed on a stunning secret technique.

He felt a little ashamed. When Ye Ku came back to his senses from that "law", he saw the old man standing by the cliff, wearing an old moral robe fluttering in the wind. He didn't have the appearance of a fairy-like and Taoist bone. He seemed to feel that the wind was a little strong, and even raised his hand to cover it in front of him.

Ye Ku bowed deeply to the back, "Thank you for teaching the Dharma for your seniors."

It is rare for a man to bow to another person so sincerely. The old man didn't say anything, but just waved to Ye Ku and signaled him to go over.

Ye Ku stepped forward and stood side by side with the old man. Looking out, the clouds surging, and faintly, there were mountains and rivers, lying on the tiger and dragon.

The old man didn't turn around, as the sunlight seemed a little dazzling. He only looked through his fingers, his eyes were empty, and he looked at the golden world and asked, "What have you seen?"

Ye Ku looked carefully for a while and except for the golden shadows floating all over the sky, there were only some dangerous peaks that appeared and disappeared from time to time. He was not clear and just told the truth.

"Look back." The old man seemed to be tempted by his side, but he led Ye Ku to a deeper unknown. He seemed to feel tired of holding his hands up, and moved. In Ye Ku's surprised gaze, the sunlight falling down changed its position, as if he was pushed aside.

Ye Du's throat rolled for a moment, and one or two true chapters could be seen in the subtle parts. Such methods were really horrifying. He turned around and looked back and saw that a quiet lake was green, lush grass and trees, straight streams, passing through the forest and coming out of bamboo.

From here, the quiet lake seems not that far away. At least, there is no need to walk here from the quiet lake for a whole night. He stared at the lake and saw that in the distance where he could see, there seemed to be a shadow of a "mountain island" on the lake.

The old man raised his hand again and swung out half of the bright moon. His sleeves danced. The clouds in front of Ye Ku seemed to be pushed away by an invisible big hand, revealing the true face of the "mountain island" on the lake.

Only then did I realize that it was not an island at all, but a towering mountain peak, which emanated from the quiet lake and penetrated into the blue clouds!
Chapter completed!