Luo Bai was getting farther and farther away, his vision became wider and wider, and the influence of his power became smaller and smaller. The world he saw became different.

On the steps behind, Lin Yuyi and others followed Luo Bai all the time, and it was not a matter of falling behind.

Being able to get to this place step by step is a special thing in itself, and they like this feeling very much.

However, there was a feeling that the big head of everything seemed to fall on Luo Bai.

As for whether such a thing really happened, it seems that something they can't tell.

However, sometimes, the world they see is different from the world Luo Bai sees, which is a gully that they cannot cross.

There will never be a solution.

Luo Bai stood at the end of the steps, and there was no way to go further here.

It’s not that there is really no road, but there is a hovering path. The end of the path should be the end of Yushan, enough for two people to stand on?

It is not very clear how many people can stand on the top of the mountain.

But, I'm afraid that only Luo Bai can pass by that place, and the rest cannot pass by the rest.

In the past, that place was exclusive to Lin Yang, and all his cultivation level was gradually increasing in such a world.

The world will become wider and wider in his eyes, and his thinking will become more and more open, becoming a shadow that cannot be grasped.

However, Lin Yang sometimes felt that it was not that simple thing. There seemed to be something on the top of the island mountain, and the bloodline connection would remind him about this matter at all times.

However, he could never find a reason, and never find a possibility that he could discover the true face of this matter.

Why did it become like this?

Lin Yang thought it was her fate that had not reached that point.

But, if it were Luo Bai now, what would it be like if it was this completely stranger?

This is hard to say, and there is no real reason to find.

Luo Bai didn't know Lin Yang's thoughts. On the last step, he turned his foot and turned his body and looked at the people behind him.

He didn't know what happened before, and he didn't know what would happen later, and he didn't know very well that there was always a call in the corner of the world.

There will always be some people in the corner of the world who should not exist.

Memorial will become the biggest shackle.

Luo Bai just took a light look, raised his foot and landed on the muddy path, stained with soil, from the clouds to the mortal world, it only took a breath.

Ordinary people and ordinary people are all called Luo Bai.

Luo Baitou left without looking back, but a gust of wind blew from above, blowing away the black world in front of them.

After the Qingming Festival was restored, they could not do anything.

It seems that the place above is indeed not a place they can go.

"Where did this young master Luo come from?"

When Lin Yang looked up, he saw the mountain top covered by white mist. In the past, this was his special show, but now he can't go up.

I have to say that such a thing is still very ironic.

Lin Yang couldn't figure it out, so he could only find the answer from Luo Bai's identity.

Unfortunately, everyone at the scene was not very clear about Luo Bai's origin, including Jiuhe.

Therefore, when Lin Yang asked this, no one could answer it. It was a pity.

After being silent for a long time, Lin Yang seemed to be able to hear his own breathing, and no one else's eyes fell on him.

Is this question impossible or cannot be answered?

This is a question, but Lin Yang couldn't ask it for the second time.

"No one knows the origin of Mr. Shan, Mr. Luo. Even if we ask us many times, we will not get the answer."

Lin Youbei breathed out and said to Lin Yang again.

Moreover, even if Lin Luying flashed through Lin Yang's mind, there was nothing he could do.

"Old Shan, what's there?"

At this time, Lin Yuyi reached out to cover his heart and looked at the place leading to the path with a little dull look.

There seems to be an indescribable attraction on it.

Lin Yuyi just discovered this.

The attraction deep in my heart cannot be described in words.

However, Lin Yuyi knew very well that it was the place above that was so attractive to him.

What was suddenly revealed was not because Luo Bai went to somewhere?

But, will all this have anything to do with Luo Bai?

Lin Yuyi couldn't guess this, but at this point, Luo Bai on the top of the mountain was clear.

At this time, Luo Bai stood on the top of the mountain and looked at the small mountains. On the clouds, it seemed as if there were galaxies hidden. When the night fell, such a picture would be formed.

The sea of ​​clouds rolled, and the thick clouds seemed to have an ancient atmosphere.

When Luo Bai stood here, he felt a moment of confusion. What he saw in his sight and the rolling clouds seemed to have become pictures that he had never seen before in his memory.

Under Luo Bai's gaze, the sea of ​​clouds was endless, and except for some mountain tips, there was nothing else to see.

When the fog condensed and the water drops dripped, a human face gradually began to appear, his eyes were closed, as if he was thinking.

But when those eyes were opened, Luo Bai was attracted to him as soon as he bumped into him, and his whole thoughts became different.

In a trance, the greenery was full of dizziness, and the world in front of me changed.

Luo Bai stood high and looked at the ground in the distance. A middle-aged man was carrying a bamboo basket and holding a crutch in his hand, walking forward step by step, with a firm look.

That is the memory of that era.

At the end of the long river of history, for nearly ten thousand years, there is always a group of people walking on the quiet road.

……………………

At the end of the long river, Lin Xingwan walked on the road in the mountains with a bamboo basket on his back.

The mountains after the rain are full of moist smell.

The moist breath contains the smell of evil disciples and the fresh smell of leaves after the rain.

The mountains here seem to be very familiar, and there is a feeling of belonging to the Dachang Mountains in the blur.

"Today is the time when the green dragon tree blooms. The flowers blooming in the green dragon tree can be used as medicine. I have to go up quickly and find this thing."

Lin Xingwan stood on a crutch, looked at the crooked road, and continued to walk forward in one go.

Every step forward with a crutch is trembling. Is Lin Xingwan's health not very good?

As the picture turned, Lin Xingwan sat on the lake again, shaking the water on the lake barefoot, and circles of ripples were swinging out, and the ripples were very beautiful.

The shimmering and gentle sunlight is really beautiful.

Lin Xingwan looked at the light green by the lake, and there seemed to be a faint light in his pupils.

"Next, I should go to the cliff. I hope I can do what I should do in my lifetime."

After saying this, Lin Xingwan took out a small notebook from his arms, another charcoal pen, and outlined something on the notebook.

The movement was cautious, as if he was afraid of damaging something on the small notebook.

What exactly is that?

Before Luo Bai could look carefully, the picture turned around. Under the heavy snow, snowflakes like goose feathers were flying.

In such weather, Lin Xingwan wore a certain furry hat and poked the crutches in his hand into the snow, deep and shallow.

Lin Xingwan was wearing very thick gloves on his hand. Looking at the snow field, the air that came out turned into fog, which was a little bit blurring his vision.

However, despite this situation, Luo Bai could still see Lin Xingwan's vision very firm.

Extremely firm!

What exactly is Lin Xingwan insisting on?

Luo Bai couldn't figure it out, but saw the world under Lin Xingwan's feet constantly changing, changing, spring, summer, autumn and winter, snow, grassland, mountains, and deserts.

It seemed that his footprints were left in any place in the world.

As time goes by, the small notebook in his arms is getting thicker and thicker, with old and new ones, and always carrying a set of notebooks, which is recording something.

The crutches in his hand accompanied him through a long period of time and were finally buried in his coffin.

Yes.

Lin Xingwan died, lingering in the bed, his dry hands trembled, and his voice was extremely weak.

But, in that moment, Luo Bai seemed to hear what Lin Xingwan hadn't finished saying yet.

medicine!
To be continued...