There was thick fog all around, and he couldn't see his fingers. Ye Cheng looked around, but except for the thick fog, Ye Cheng couldn't see anything.
The five senses of a monk are far superior to those of ordinary people. Sometimes even if you close your eyes, you can still sense everything around you clearly. But at this moment, these thick fog not only completely obscured Ye Cheng's eyes, but even
Ye Cheng's sensing ability also completely lost any effect.
Regardless of whether it was in Ye Cheng's eyes or within his senses, apart from the thick fog, the surrounding space was still filled with thick fog.
Everything ahead was unknown, and Ye Cheng had no goal at all, and he couldn't find the direction ahead.
Ye Cheng didn't know much about formations. In that magic book, Ye Cheng had never seen any records about formations. Perhaps for magic monks, what they pursue is just the ultimate in power. For
They often disdain miscellaneous knowledge such as medical divination and elixir formation, and magic books cannot bring Ye Cheng this knowledge at all.
In the fog, Ye Cheng kept moving forward cautiously, but apart from the thick fog, there were no other weird things in the formation.
"It seems that this formation should be a psychedelic formation, not a powerful killing formation!" Ye Cheng said to himself, although Ye Cheng's understanding of formations is very limited, but in these
After walking in the mist for so long, Ye Cheng finally had a certain understanding of the formation in front of him.
Ye Cheng couldn't remember exactly how long he had been walking. He only knew that all he could see around him was still thick fog, as if this thick fog was simply endless.
The trial time is only seven days, and those who do not reach the top of the mountain within seven days will be eliminated directly.
Although Ye Cheng didn't care whether he could enter the eight sects or not, he was determined to get the Five Elements Gold. Although it was still early before the seven-day deadline, he walked around and couldn't get out of this fog. Ye Cheng
I couldn't help but feel a little anxious.
After walking for a while, Ye Cheng's eyes suddenly lit up, and all the thick fog seemed to have completely disappeared.
Looking around, Ye Cheng unexpectedly realized that his current location was at the foot of a big mountain. Not far in front of Ye Cheng, there stood a simple thatched hut, and at the door of this hut, there was a woman.
A man was sewing and mending some old-looking clothes.
Ye Cheng was startled because the surrounding scene actually gave Ye Cheng a familiar feeling.
"This is the foot of Dayang Mountain, this is Yang Village, and this hut turned out to be my former home. Didn't I conduct a trial in Rising Sun Ridge? How could I appear here?" Perhaps because of Ye Cheng
After wandering around in the thick fog for a long time, he was already a little upset. At this moment, Ye Cheng felt a little confused in his heart.
"Cheng'er, you're back. You kid, your clothes are in such tatters, and you didn't even know to tell your mother!" The woman at the entrance of the hut also stood up at this moment, and picked up the mended shirt in her hand.
Clothes, gesticulating on Ye Cheng's body, complained.
"Are you my mother?" Ye Cheng looked at the woman up and down with a hint of confusion in his eyes.
The clothes on the woman were a bit old, and she looked like a village woman. The only flaw was that the woman's face was blurry and she looked a little unclear.
"How could my mother be like you? From my point of view, I should be your father!" Ye Cheng laughed loudly and without hesitation raised his fist and hit the woman.
Like a mirror, the woman shattered into pieces and disappeared completely in the blink of an eye.
"I knew that this woman must have been transformed by that illusion!" Ye Cheng smiled disdainfully.
In Ye Cheng's memory, he never saw his mother at all. Ye Cheng himself could not imagine what his mother looked like. How could he be deceived by some mere illusions? Even the face in the illusion was blurry.
I don’t know, how could such an illusion deceive Ye Cheng?
Just as the woman's illusion disappeared, not far away, another middle-aged man stumbled over carrying a load of goods.
Now that he knew this was an illusion, Ye Cheng was of course already alert. But when he saw this middle-aged man, Ye Cheng still felt his heart aching in waves.
"Cheng'er, you're back? How come you've been away for nearly a year? Let me tell you some good news. Not long ago, I finally found your mother back. By the way, where is your mother?" The middle-aged man was about to pick a man.
Putting away the goods, he looked at Ye Cheng lovingly and said happily to Ye Cheng.
Unlike the previous woman, Ye Shan was so lifelike at this moment that even Ye Cheng himself couldn't tell the truth from the false.
"Dad, there's no need to look for it. The person you're talking about has already been killed by me!" Ye Cheng bit his lower lip and clenched his fist tightly, but Ye Cheng could not bring himself to be cruel and waved his fist.
On Hayama in front of me.
Ye Cheng could kill the previous woman without hesitation, but because Ye Cheng had never seen his mother, he had no deep feelings for his mother, plus the illusion she had created
There were too many flaws in his body, and Ye Cheng could see through them at a glance. Of course, Ye Cheng would be merciless when he started.
But for his father Ye Shan, Ye Cheng's feelings were completely different. All along, Ye Cheng had only depended on his father Ye Shan for life. Although in the later period, Ye Shan was running around for a living and spent very little time with Ye Cheng.
But the figure of his father Ye Shan has been firmly engraved in Ye Cheng's heart.
Time cannot dilute the longing for his father in Ye Cheng's heart, just like making wine. The longer time passes, the longing for his father Ye Shan in Ye Cheng's heart will only become more unforgettable.
"Cheng'er, your mother's death has made you lose your own mother since you were a child, making it impossible for you to enjoy maternal love. I know that deep down in your heart, you have resentment towards your mother, but no matter what, you can't kill her.
Ah!" Ye Shan's face was full of sorrow, tears streaming down his face, he pointed at Ye Cheng and scolded him.
Ye Cheng's fist was clenching loudly. He knew that Ye Shan in front of him was just an illusion. He knew that as long as he waved his fist, Ye Shan in front of him would disappear, but Ye Cheng still couldn't bring himself to swing it.
fist.
In Ye Cheng's heart, there is only unbearability. He wants to spend more time with his father. Even if everything is just an illusion, Ye Cheng is willing to do so.
Ye Shan's accusation in front of him not only did not make Ye Cheng feel unhappy at all, but also made him feel that the scene in front of him was more real.
Ye Cheng, who survived the disaster, was already very cruel and cruel. Perhaps the only person in this world who could make Ye Cheng willingly accept accusations was Ye Shan.