After cultivating the ruthless way, I soared

——Into the astrolabe——

The millennium of waiting was too heavy. Even though Zhou Feng still couldn't remember a single sentence, and only a few vague fragments that seemed to be there, he could still feel the weight of Mount Tai.

He didn't know why he said this sentence, and who he said it to. Under the current situation, he didn't want to go into it too much.

Xuan Zhe had been paying attention to him all the time. Seeing Zhou Feng's appearance, he couldn't help turning around. Almost instantly, his arms supported his precarious waist. It was very thin. The moment he touched it, his soul trembled. Lowering her voice, she called him anxiously.

"Zhou Feng, wake up, Zhou Feng."

Zhou Feng raised his already narrow eyelids, his brows were lowered, he looked uncomfortable, his face was pale, revealing a little fragility that is usually not shown to others, he leaned on Xuanzhe's arm with his strength.

He wanted to speak in a lazy tone as usual.

"Stop shouting, I'm not dizzy."

But the effect was not satisfactory, he was too weak, humming like a mosquito.

It turned out that he was alone, alone, and walked through the thorns and ups and downs. When he looked back, there was a unicorn waiting for him?

Xuan Zhe's eyes were cold, suppressing his anger, the arms around his waist were very tight, which made him uncomfortable, Zhou Feng struggled tentatively, and was held down again.

The two uncles were hugging each other, it was really ugly, Zhou Feng's face was dark, and his temper was not too good, he was prickly in the first place, but now he didn't want to compromise, so he decided to settle the old and new grudges together, and raised his hand to make two moves with him.

Xuan Zhe grabbed his wrist, his pupils were as black as night, focusing on Zhou Feng's eyes, under such circumstances, it would inevitably affect all his emotions.

"What does that unicorn have to do with you?"

Xuan Zhe had never felt so frustrated, it was because he knew Zhou Feng too well that he was inevitably jealous of that unicorn.

Qilin can express his feelings directly, and let Zhou Feng appreciate the sense of preciousness, but Xuanzhe dare not say anything, he can only hide his full of affection in his heart, and honestly let the violently beating heart be beaten. Darkness covers.

Of course he knows how important it is to Zhou Feng to cherish and accompany him.

How much he wanted Zhou Feng to know that the pain of desperate waiting he had endured was no less than that of the unicorn, or even ten times or a hundred times as much.

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From childhood to adulthood, what did Zhou Feng have?

Except for the deceased master, there is only a certain knife that has been broken now.

A week ago, Zhou Feng drank wine with Xuan Zhe in that bamboo building. When he was very drunk, Xuan Zhe looked at the drunken swordsman under the moon, and tried tentatively and cautiously.

In fact, Zhou Feng has never been so happy before getting drunk with others, and he rarely expresses his emotions to others. After all, he lives in a wasteland where there is no grass, surrounded by an old man who doesn't care much.Over time, his language ability is almost degraded.

That day Xuanzhe asked him why he cherished his knife so much, even when he was sleeping, he held it in his arms.

Zhou Feng changed the topic at that time, but he still answered Xuan Zhe later.

"Actually, I don't have anything." Xu Shi was too drunk, and the dull gourd who kept all these things in his heart also learned to try and confide the truth.

At the time of parting that night, Zhou Feng said such a sentence out of the blue.

Xuan Zhe was stunned for a moment, and Fu Ru understood what Zhou Feng was talking about, and he was answering the question that he couldn't answer at that time.Suddenly want to understand these unspeakable things hidden in my heart.

In fact, he didn't necessarily ask seriously that day, he just wanted to find out from a few words, what is Zhou Feng's obsession to regain his life, and whether he still remembers him, but at that time, Xuan Zhe only cared about his heart.

Do you want to have a knife of your own because you have nothing?

When everything loses its brilliance and returns to darkness, and their masters sleep in the wild soil, what else in this world can belong to a piece of soil?

He also knew friends who were not stingy in twos and threes, traveled the rivers and lakes, saved people more or less, and owed favors.

It was like Xuan Zhe had saved him, but before he had time to repay his favor, he hurriedly disappeared into the sea of ​​people.

Parents are almost nothing, and the master is immortal. Don't grasp the things in your hands too tightly, or you will lose them.

Zhou Feng was afraid that he would not catch him, so he would get nothing.There are so few ties between people. What he thought was the friendship between gentlemen is as insipid as water. It really is as insipid as water, and it is forgotten with the passage of memory.

And this is just right, Zhou Feng can only see the knife in his eyes, he will not ignore others because he is too concerned about the knife itself, and there is no one else around him.

Xuan Zhe is a god, how could he fail to see the twists and turns in it.For countless days and nights, how dare it wait for him, a mere unicorn, does it know who he is?

Those eyes that were as pure as ice had also been melted before, but now they are very black, with inexplicable anger, and there are flames gushing out from the depths of the pupils. When the fairy was angry, the previous warmth disappeared like a spring breeze, and the cold and murderous aura It is the unicorn that is holding it.

When his eyes touched Zhou Feng, he quickly died down, that's all, but Zhou Feng was the one who gave the warmth to his skin.

It's not a big deal, I'm bothered with a beast, Xuanzhe thought viciously.

In fact, when Zhou Feng heard Xuan Zhe's question, he didn't know how to answer it. Could it be that to be honest, he didn't know the unicorn that ran out from which corner.

He said that sentence only because the feeling was too familiar, and he didn't choose what to say. It was because he came too late, and let the waiting, disappointed for too long.

When he was young, the old Taoist priest once found a little girl to play with him. The little girl was carved with powder and made of jade. She was very cute. She was the little princess of Penglai Xiandao. .

At that time, Zhou Feng was only eight or nine years old, and he didn't like to talk at ordinary times. He only knew how to practice the sword over and over again. He didn't need any moves and sword manuals, as if he was born with something carved in his bones.

Those who are obsessed with one thing will have few roads ahead. Zhou Feng has no friends, and no one wants to get close to him, except Jiang Yao.

Jiang Yao's biggest characteristic is persistence and determination.

The little girl was sent to this place of no shit by her father, who was used to deceiving others, in order to seek medical treatment from the old man.

There is yellow sand all around, and the three of them have passed the bigu period, and they don't need anything to eat.

Children are afraid of being lonely, so Jiang Yao wants to be friends with little Zhou Feng. The summer watermelon sent by people from Penglai all the way will be given to Zhou Feng for the first time. Although she can make snow-white flowers bloom in the vulgar land, she cannot make a knife have its own love.

Year after year, the former childhood sweethearts have also become boys and girls.

Zhou Feng didn't know much about dealing with people at that time, he had no external objects, and his mind was immersed in the infinite and mysterious sword intent. He knew that Jiang Yao would not stay long, and he would leave when he was cured.

Instead of getting used to being with you at that time and not wanting to say goodbye, it is better to just stop thinking at the beginning.

But Zhou Feng was too devoted to the knife, as soon as he entered that wonderful world, his eyes would be empty.

The little girl played with Zhou Feng as usual, and when she watched him practice the sword, she failed to notice the manic sword intent, and let the sharp edge tear her spirit body into pieces.

All kinds of memories are unbearable to look back on.

He is used to being alone, alone, he doesn't feel lonely, he just feels clean.

People who walk alone in the dark don't feel so wronged. After all, they have long been used to the cold, and it doesn't matter if they are accompanied or not.

Zhou Feng grew up by himself, and the old man has kept him for so many years, and he has come over well.

But one day, he found that the road he walked was never full of thorns, blood and dead people, but it was radiant and full of flowers.

In particular, there is a little beast that is coquettish and rolling hidden among the flowers, waiting for him persistently for a hundred years or a thousand years.

At some point, Xuan Zhe pinched one of his wrists with great force and so tightly that there were bloodstains.

This little pain finally made him withdraw from the distant memory, and Ken gave him a little look.

Zhou Feng stabilized his body, but he didn't respond directly at all. He pushed Xuan Zhe's hand away, and the flesh under his palm was cold.

Zhou Feng's gaze lacked the slightest emotion, and he could be said to ask mercilessly.

"Who are you?"

That kind of gaze was as sharp and stern as Zhou Feng's knife. Xuanzhe had nowhere to hide under such gaze, and his whole body was in pain from the injury, as if he had endured Ling Chi, but he couldn't answer him after all.

Zhou Feng smiled in relief, he doesn't make this expression often on weekdays, but at first, he felt a little stiff.

He can pretend that he doesn't care about the gossip just now, because after all, it happened in his previous life, and now that he has been reborn, he doesn't remember it.

But this Xuanzhe was inexplicable, even a little aggressive, and he didn't mind using the past to prevaricate Xuanzhe.

Zhou Feng turned around resolutely, and flew towards the huge vortex. The star has been through the ancient times. He guessed that this is a road to the mustard world. Maybe entering this world can tell Zhou Feng some answers.

It's about Qilin, and it's about the answer to the question Xuanzhe asked him just now.

Xuan Zhe followed behind Zhou Feng almost every step of the way. Every step he took, he followed every step. He looked rather pitiful, and his fierce eyes just now became wet.

The poor sword fairy gently tugged on one of his corners, and quickly let go before Zhou Feng refused, as if he was afraid of being rejected, he didn't ask any questions, and simply said in a decisive tone.

"Zhou Feng, let's go together."

Zhou Feng didn't say no, nor did he agree, after all, he couldn't control the sword fairy who came and went without a trace.

So the black clothes were in the front, and the white clothes were in the back. The two jumped into the vortex like dumplings.

The vortex is a tunnel formed by the fragments of meteors that fell just now. There are tiny solid objects rotating, which become sharp weapons that can hurt people.

He and Xuan Zhe were still briefly dispersed, Zhou Feng was afraid that a soulless sword would not be able to resist this force even with the blessing of his own spiritual power and sword intent, and would be broken into pieces.

He had no choice but to use his own spiritual power to make a knife to carry the knife's intent, and if it was broken, he would change it again.

It is estimated that this situation will not last long, and the spiritual power must be limited. Fortunately, Xuanzhe found him after a while.

The immortal came in a menacing manner, seeing that Zhou Feng had more than enough heart but not enough strength, he knew that his internal injuries were not fully healed.

Concerned about it, Xuan Zhe swept away the surrounding debris with a sword, and the remaining momentum accidentally cut off half of Zhou Feng's sleeve, and the fragile cloth was twisted into crumbs again.

The author says:

It’s not easy to create an original work, and you have to work hard to change it a little bit. Early readers should have seen how it was done, bit by bit.

After more than half a year, I finally signed the contract.

Thanks to the readers who have been squatting all the time, the reader whose ID contains "Chen", thank you for your support all the time, and for giving me the courage to stick to my dream.

I also thank the other readers who are currently reading my book.