C9

In the Divine State, a land of snow that was covered with snow all year round.

The snow-capped mountain was continuous. On a plain and ordinary small mountain, the man in black, who had returned from the small town, slowly climbed the mountain. The wind blew, and his black hair turned white.

The man's footsteps were slow, and he carefully admired the scenery along the way. In the blink of an eye, twenty years had passed, but this place seemed to have not changed in the slightest.

The man smiled and said, "Is what I did wrong?"

The white robed old man turned to look at his disciple. "Others might not know, but you?" Don't you understand now? "

"You are different from others. You can still afford to wait. Do you really have to go against the flow?"

The man did not answer, but straightened his Master's clothes.

At the cave entrance, the man buried his long hair in the snow, kowtowed three times to the old man, then got up and left, "It's a pity, this time I can't use the name of the divine mountain to give you face."

Tan Shui rippled. The old man closed his eyes and sighed softly.

On top of the snowy mountain peak, there were three lifelike snowmen. Zhang San squatted on the snowy ground and crushed the snowflakes into tiny chunks, enjoying himself without tiring.

This was their favorite game when they were young. Originally, Zhang San loved to build snowmen, but whenever he made snowmen, a figure would sneak in and kick the snowman into pieces. Of course, after kicking the snowman, Zhang San would always press his hand on the snowman and give him a good beating.

Thinking about the interesting things that happened when he was young, the man smiled.

In the snowstorm, a white-robed woman dressed in the exact same clothes as the old man slowly walked over. She was graceful and had white teeth and bright eyebrows many times.

A woman in a white robe walked up to Zhang San. She squatted down and gently said, "You're back?"

Turning his head to look at the woman whose name was even closer to his, Zhang San smiled and said, "Wang Er, how come we haven't seen each other for so many years? You've turned silly. Of course it's me. Who else could it be in front of you?"

Wang Er also picked up a block of snow and skillfully used it.

"Do you know? Twenty years ago, after you were punished by Master, I am the only one left in this vast Snow Mountain. "

Zhang San picked up a block of snow and crushed a snowman.

"What about him?"

"After you left, he said that this snowy mountain was no longer interesting, so he also left. In the past twenty years, he didn't come back."

Wang Er also threw a snowball towards the Snowman who was smashed into pieces by Zhang San.

This was all piled up by a single woman all these years.

The cycle continued, day and night.

The wind and snow were blowing fiercely, blowing Wang Er's hair. Wang Er looked at the side of the man's face, and emotionally said, "You've been gone for twenty years, so I'm not afraid, but what I'm afraid of is …"

"Are you still going?"

Along with the soft snowflakes in the sky, the gaze of the woman that was as cool as the moonlight turned the area where the wind blew against the snow into a quiet place that could only fit her and Zhang San.

Zhang San lowered his head and did not say a word.

A man and a woman were squatting in the snow, silently looking at each other.

"Wang Er, I say it's been a long time. You look a lot better than before. This mountain of water has eyes and eyebrows, it's a bit jade. No wonder this place is called the divine mountain. It's really a place where only one person can take care of one person."

Zhang San stood up, patted his body, and shook the snow on his body.

The woman who was praised by the man didn't get up, nor did she smile. She only lowered her head and revealed a sad look on her face. The white snow on her face changed as she let out a long breath and said, "Are you coming back?"

Zhang San did not answer. He looked at the continuous snowy mountain and asked, "Wang Er, how long do you think we have been here since we were young?"

Wang Er's voice was a little hoarse. "It's been more than 20 years."

Zhang San gently rubbed Wang Er's head and messed up his hair and sighed. "Yes, it's been more than twenty years."

Atop the snowy mountain, the black-robed man extended his hand.

"Then, I'll borrow twenty years of snow from the divine mountain. It's not worth it!"

The entire snow-capped mountain was filled with howling winds and white snow that filled the sky. They all surged towards Zhang San!

White snow had accumulated in the wind for twenty years to form a Snow Wind sword!

Zhang San just went up the mountain and went down the mountain, bringing the divine mountain with him for 20 years of snowstorm!

In the cave of the snow mountain, the water was surging. Feeling the sharp sword qi from the divine mountain, the old man was stunned. After hesitating for a while, he finally put down the fishing rod that he had not left his hand for twenty years and fused his spiritual will into a stone tablet.

"Evil disciple Zhang San has betrayed the Holy Mountain!"

— —

In the courtyard of the Sun family estate, Young Master Sun drank wine alone.

Inside the restaurant, his reputation was in ruins. Ignoring the many years of friendship between him and Xu Yu and Tang Shu, the town's officials had already seen his ugly face many times. Although these people were selfish people, it didn't stop them from mocking him, "Look, so this is the kind of person that Sir Sun is!"

The man who was drinking laughed at himself, "Is it wrong? "I just want to enter the eyes of an immortal master and enter the sect. Is it wrong to live the life of a mortal from now on?"

"Kill or not kill that child? Will it be wrong for him to grant my wish?"

"I can't see what's going on clearly. A wise man knows what's best for himself. An immortal master is finally willing to take me in as his disciple. Is it wrong to pay some price?"

"How come I was the one who was wrong in the end!"

Young Master Sun flew into a rage and threw the wine pot on the ground.

"Because you were wrong."

The skinny old man, Ma Xin, walked into the courtyard leisurely. The old man smiled at Sun Zhen and said, "Won't you invite me to have a seat?"

Young Master Sun sneered. "What, you think it's not enough to tease me, yet you're trying to tease me?"

Ma Xin sincerely shook his head and sat opposite Young Master Sun. "What kind of joke is this? Not only are you wrong, I'm also wrong."

Young Master Sun was surprised, "Immortal Teacher, why do you say that?"

"I wanted to kill them, but now that I think about it, they are just causing trouble. My original heart has already been deceived by hatred, and after the people from the Purple Cloud Mountain stole the treasure and killed my comrades, I hate them. The cause and effect are intertwined, so I killed the Purple Cloud Mountain."

"However, in the tavern, I have become the person I hate the most. What difference is there between me and the person who fought over the treasure in the Violet Cloud Mountain?" It was a good thing that I was told to back then, so I didn't make a big mistake. Today, I'm telling you this not to play around, but to remind you that I need someone to remind you that I'm blinded by hatred. What about you? What has concealed your true feelings? "

"By what? The reason why I want to become an Immortal Master is because I also want to become that lofty and glorious cultivator! "

"I want to show the Sun family that a concubine can be stronger than a direct descendant of that family!"

"Everyone admires you! "Yes, I can do anything I want for this, but no immortal master cares about me, only …"

Young Master Sun laughed bitterly. Only the commoners of the town of South Parting thought highly of him. He was usually polite and polite, and helped the people communicate with the South, the South, and the South. He was usually polite and polite, and helped the people communicate with the South, and also helped the people to communicate with the South, and the South, and also helped the people to build the South, and

After Ma Xin had left, only Young Master Sun remained in a daze.

— —

Early in the morning, Dong Shuiyan sat up in a daze. Just now, he had a dream.

In the dream, Uncle Blacksmith turned into a handsome young man wearing a black robe, sitting in front of the youth's bed.

"Little Dong, I'm leaving the town," Uncle Blacksmith, who had a different appearance than before, said to him.

"Don't worry, since I've already promised you last night, I won't go back on my words. I will leave three incense sticks of time behind. As long as you sincerely pray when you burn the incense, they will have great blessings in their next life. "

Dong Liuyan tried to get up, but he found himself unable to move. It was as if everything around him was in nothingness, and only the man in front of him was real.

The man continued, "I know that before Old Man Dong dies, he will tell you to come find me at the blacksmith's to change your fate."

The man's expression was complicated, "Little Dong, do you believe in fate?"

Dong Liuyan really wanted to nod his head, but he couldn't do it.

The man with both hands on his knees, whom Old Man Dong thought could change Dong Shuiyan's fate sighed, "Tell me the truth, I can't change your fate for you!"

"Your life is very special. If you want to change your fate, you must become a cultivator yourself. Only when you reach a certain cultivation realm can you change your fate."

"If you want to try, I'll teach you how to cultivate, but you have to know, even if you become a cultivator, once you reach that stage in the next ten years, you will lose all of your previous efforts and lose all of your destiny!"

The man sighed again. "And there's not even ten years left. There's still six more years."

"Of course, if you want to safely pass this period of time, I can also let you live a life of luxury, wealth, and enjoyment of the human world.

"In short, how you choose and how you live your remaining life will be up to you."

Seeing Dong Jingyan's dark expression, the man seemed to feel that it was a bit rude to say all this to a child. He apologized softly, "There are some things that can hurt people, but it's useless to keep it a secret."

"The choice is yours, I …"

The man wanted to say something, but after thinking for a moment, he was still unable to say it.

The man who had already stood up smiled and said, "You don't have to rush to answer me. You can slowly think about it, although I am about to leave, someone will come to find you in two days. You can just tell him your decision."

"I feel sorry for eating so much of your fish for no reason at all."

"Although this green hairpin is not worth much, it is still our fate to meet each other. I'll give it to you as a present for when you send it out."

"After all, after eating so much of your fish over the years, I feel a bit sorry for myself."

Thinking of this, Dong Wuyan rubbed his eyes and then looked towards the head of the bed.

A green hairpin was placed on the bed quietly.

It wasn't a dream! It was all true!

Dong Wuyan lowered his head and mumbled.

"My life?"

— —

It was extremely desolate, and there were several mountains that were high in the sky that were connected to each other.

In one of the towering peaks, the center of the mountain had been hollowed out. It was emitting a white light, as if a bright moon was suspended in the middle of the mountain.

Within the mountain, there was a crystal throne made from bones floating in the air. There was a woman lazily lying on the throne.

The woman was bored to death. From time to time, a white bone would fly before her eyes. Then, with a gentle tap of the woman's finger, the bone would explode, turning into a ray of light and dissipating in the air.

It was only when a golden line flashed across the horizon at an extremely fast speed that it stabbed straight into the bright moon and was caught by the woman's fingers.

A flying messenger sword!

The throne floated and slowly revolved in the bright moon.

After reading the contents, the woman sneered and crushed the flying sword inch by inch.

The woman stood up on the throne, and looked towards the southeast with narrowed eyes.

"I won't let you have it easy!"

— —

For the past few days, Dong Tianleng had been struggling to come up with a solution, but he still didn't know what to make of it.

He believed that no one would want to die, so of course, Dong Baiyan would not want to die either. However, even so, he was not afraid of death!

The world was vast, and that lonely youth had already lost everything. There really was nothing that could not be lost. If there was, then there would only be this life left.

However, Dong Liuyan really did not want to die. That was because the young man wanted to know why he was the bane of people. What did he do wrong? Where were his parents? Why had he been abandoned in this town?

Dong Wuyan could understand all of this!

But in the end, the youth was still not too big. In other words, the two choices that the man had given him made the youth very hesitant.

Was it to live a life of wealth and wait for death? Or was it to choose to change his fate through cultivation?

If he chose the former, then he wouldn't have to worry about being hungry and eating his fill in the future. He could wear new clothes and repair the Dong Family, repair Grandpa Dong, Granny Liu, and Cui Family's tomb, and buy the best incense and tribute to pay respects to those who had suffered because of him.

In addition, he could use the money to build a statue for the willow tree lady. He could also …

In short, if he chose the former, he would be able to live the rest of his life happily, and he would be able to die without any worries while choosing to resign himself to his fate.

If he chose the latter, it would be a gamble. Once he reached the level that the blacksmith uncle had mentioned, he would be able to live on. However, if they failed, they would still die! All their efforts would be for naught!

Dong, dong, dong!

Just as Dong Shuiyan was deep in his thoughts, a knock came from the door of the small courtyard.

"Is it the person who listened to my reply?"

the teenager who opened the door exclaimed in surprise when he saw the person who came in.

"It's you?"

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