Seeing his mentor leave, Yang Xian felt very sad.

Although Mei Niansheng said that he had no regrets when he died, if it was really possible, who would have been determined to die?

Even though Mei Niansheng had no regrets, Yang Xian, as his apprentice, watched the teacher die generously, but he could not help at all. This feeling of powerlessness and humiliation is destined to be unforgettable for him for the rest of his life.

Mei Niansheng had no regrets in his heart, but this incident became Yang Xian's lifelong regret.

"I'm still too weak!"

Yang Xian stood at the gate of the small temple, looking at the direction where Mei Niansheng disappeared, and deeply blamed himself, "I have been studying with my mentor for so many years, but I can't share his worries for him. I'm really useless!"

He stood in front of the temple gate and was stunned until he was in full swing, and he saw the moonlight sprinkling on the ground and the white mist rose, and his heart slowly calmed down.

Gradually, the body is like a dead tree, the heart is like a breeze, the mind has no place to dwell, no place to rely on, floating, as if there is or not, the body and mind are both silent, and they are in harmony with the heaven and earth.

At this time, the stars and moon above the sky seemed to be dimming a little at the same time, but then became brighter.

The infinite essence of heaven and earth poured backwards from the air towards Yang Xian's head like a tide. In just a moment, Yang Xian's body swelled a little, but it immediately began to contract, and then expanded again. His body continued to contract and expand with the beating of his heart, silently, strange and mysterious.

The moon was as bright as water, covering Yang Xian's body. Gradually, Yang Xian's body seemed to merge with the moonlight, ethereal and illusory, as if a gust of wind could blow him away.

A slight sound of sound came from the abandoned gate of the Xiaomiao. A gopher trembled with his pointed nose and began to hunt on the ground, turning a blind eye to Yang Xian beside him.

Then a black shadow suddenly rushed out from the vicinity, and with a mouthful of woo, it had already grabbed the head of the gopher, and quickly moved away with the squeaking sound of the mouse. This was a wild cat.

Wild birds flew in shock and insects chirped. This night was no different from usual.

It just lacks Yang Xian's aura.

It was not until the sky was bright and the first ray of sunlight shone on Yang Xian that Yang Xian slowly opened his eyes.

The purpose is to enter the fiery sun in the east.

"Another night has passed!"

Yang Xian looked at the sun and narrowed his eyes and let out a slight sigh, "It's time to go down the mountain!"

The moment he opened his eyes, he knew that he must have entered a state of great silence of enlightenment last night. At this time, his whole heart was lively and crystal clear, like flawless crystal, without any scum.

After he pondered for a moment, he suddenly raised his arm and slowly slapped his palm forward. An invisible force suddenly came out from his palm, slapped in the void, making a huge explosion sound.

"I have improved a little more skill!"

Yang Xian took back his palm and didn't care much.

Since he followed Mei Niansheng to practice martial arts, he has basically entered an inexplicable state of enlightenment every now and then. The realm of great extinction and enlightenment that other martial arts masters may not be able to enter in their entire lives is just like a common occurrence for Yang Xian.

This is also an important reason why he became a master of martial arts at a young age.

When Mei Niansheng saw that he realized the truth and practiced as easy as drinking water and eating, he almost shocked him and could not understand what was going on.

Later, according to his statement, Yang Xian should have been the innate Taoist body, and was naturally close to the original Tao of heaven and earth. Therefore, no matter what he did, he would achieve twice the result with half the effort, as if he had divine help.

After slapped her palm, Yang Xian turned around and looked carefully at the dilapidated temple behind her. The wine bowl and wine jar in the yard were still there, but the person who drank with him had already left.

The only difference is the one who is sad and ecstatic!

After watching for a long time, Yang Xian turned around and suddenly let out a long roar. The blue scarf suddenly exploded, and his long hair spread out.

At the same time, two soft sounds were made on both feet, and the shoes under his feet were already shook into debris by his internal force.

When Mei Niansheng was about to leave, he told him to let him walk barefoot across the nineteen states. Yang Xian did not dare to disobey his teacher's orders. Now that he woke up, he naturally had to practice it himself.

His clothes were already worn, and he was barefoot at this time, which was no different from the current Qingzhou victims.

He broke a green bamboo from the top of the mountain to make a stick, took a step towards the downhill, and never looked back.

After he went down the mountain, he went east and hungry all over the place along the way. At any time, hungry people could not support him. He fell head on the ground and could no longer get up.

After walking for more than ten miles, a small village appeared in front of me.

Under an old tree at the beginning of the village, an old woman used several bricks to form a fire stove. The iron pot on the stove was filled with white air, and the water splashes whirred and made a series of light sounds.

The body of a child in the pot rolled with the splashes and appeared and disappeared.

The old woman was cooking and crying, but the dry firewood in her hands never stopped filling under the stove.

Yang Xian stood near the stove for a long time, and as the baby in the pot kept rolling, his face changed.

He looked down at the crying old woman and asked softly, "Who is cooking in this pot?"

The old woman just cried and didn't answer.

Yang Xian asked again, "Can you really eat it?"

The old woman burst into tears, "This is my grandson!"

She screamed and said, "Now the villagers change their children to eat. If I don't eat my grandson, sooner or later, it will become someone else's food. Even if he buried his body, someone would secretly dig it out and eat it. It would be better to be eaten by me, and there is no way outsiders!"

Yang Xian clenched his fists, his face turned pale, he glanced at the old woman deeply, turned around, and continued to move forward.

The old woman behind her cried intermittently, like a beast's howling.

When I approached the village, I saw people slashing human flesh beside the road, such as pigs and dogs. Sometimes people passed by on the street, but I didn’t think it was different.

Yang Xian's face became increasingly ugly.

There were several times when he wanted to shoot these people who could kill them, but every time he raised his palm, he couldn't do it every time.

If there is a little way, who is willing to eat people?

He continued to move forward with his stick, then slowly stopped and looked forward.

On the path in front of him, a thin child fell to the ground dyingly, his chest undulating, but he no longer had the strength to get up.

There were several men around him, and green light appeared in his eyes. He was waiting for the child to take his last breath so that he could clean him and cook it in the pot.

The child underground looked at the hideous expressions of the bad intentions around him, and his eyes were filled with great fear. His legs were kicking around on the ground, trying to bend down and sit up, but he failed every time.

Gradually, his face showed a look of despair and he sobbed softly.

A skinny man next to him shouted, "Are you still dead? I've been waiting for you for a long time! I'll be happy to let everyone stay there for a while!"

The underground child sobbed harder, his body trembled slightly and kept trembling.
Chapter completed!