Chapter 397: Mist

No one expected that there would be a hole in such a small crack between the two mountains. Of course, Liu Ping did not expect that the area inside is not large, and the environment is indeed good. There are several very simple huts scattered, and there is a thatched pavilion in the middle. Except for four futons, there is nothing in the pavilion.

The futon is relatively placed, into a square, to be precise, a circle. An old man in gray sat on it, and an old man in white sat beside him. The other two were naturally set up for Liu Ping'an and Linghu.

Finally, he saw these two famous legendary figures, and he couldn't say what it was like.

In the face of these two legendary figures, he was a little uneasy, at a loss, and a trace of fear. He was very reluctant to face this situation.

"Here you are, my name is Ye Wudao." The old man in white said to Liu Ping'an word by word.

"I am Nangong Zhengdao." The introduction of the old man in gray is short, powerful and fast.

He did the etiquette of a descendant, with a burning fire in his chest and a passionate fighting spirit. "Even if they are a legend of the human race, the master treats me as kindly as a mountain. Moreover, such a thing has not happened yet. Can't it be their false accusation? I must argue with reason."

In the face of the legendary figure of two people, if there is no master, he must have a little excitement or admiration in his heart, but this is not the case now.

In terms of their age, I'm afraid I don't know how long they have lived, but now their faces are only about 50 and less than 60, and their spirits are different.

I can't feel any power from them at all. It's just two ordinary old people. This is Liu Ping's first image of these two human legends.

Over the years, he has heard a lot about these two people, and has also learned about their deeds from various materials and information. He has also thought a lot about these two people in his mind. Before he saw these two people, he had formed the appearance of them in his mind, and now appears in front of him and almost subverted his thoughts.

Ye Wudao's voice looked old. He wore a white robe and sat on the futon, like a hidden hermit.

Liu Ping'an first came into contact with Ye Wudao's vision. He was so tired and tired of life. This belongs to an old man.

Looking at Nangong Zhengdao, it is definitely a different state. His face has no wrinkles and his skin is still very shiny and delicate. His outline is really handsome, indeed enough to be a beautiful man, and there is a faint potential on his body.

Nangong Zhengdao only glanced at Liu Ping'an and said calmly, "Sit down, you sit on the straw mat opposite me."

Although his tone was very calm, it was a faint order, which stunned Liu Ping'an, but he still saluted respectfully and sat on the straw mat that Nangong Zhengdao said.

"Young people are qualified to sit on this cushion, but I'm afraid there are few people in the world who can be as young as you." The old man Bai said slowly.

If it had been in the past, Liu Ping'an would have felt very honored, but now, he has been resistant, of course, due to the master's affairs.

He has never looked up on himself and never underestimated himself. There are too many unknown strong people, legends and legends in the world. He has always treated people and things with a sense of learning and awe.

Ye Wudao, an old man in white, looked at him and his eyes were full of praise: "Very good! It's good for a young man like you to do this.

This is a word of praise, but his tone is like a senior to teach his descendants a lesson. Liu Ping'an smiled and replied respectfully, "Do more of your old man's praise. I have always regarded myself as an ordinary person, but I'm just lucky."

Ye Wudao, an old man in white, became more and more satisfied. He couldn't help nodding and praising, "Heaven has received another good disciple, really like your big brother!"

Liu Ping'an was slightly stunned and asked, "I don't know how many brothers I have. Master has never mentioned this to me."

Ye Wudao, an old man in white, smiled and said, "Amman's disciples, you probably rank first from the bottom in terms of qualifications! You are the most polite in terms of being a man, but you are also the most cunning.

Liu Ping'an was shocked and replied sincerely again, "Elder Ye, I just want to live. The more I know, the more I lost that ambition."

Ye Wudao's tone of the old man in white was lonely and sad: "Jiangshan should be talented, but it's a pity that there are few descendants who have been able to become a climate for so many years. Is it the wrong way to start? Or does God deliberately want to embarrass our human race?"

When people get older, they will talk more and break their mouths, but this old man in white Ye Wudao will not be like this. Liu Ping'an listened attentively. There was no intention to answer again, so the old man in white took over by himself: "Your eldest brother is almost a perfect genius. Unfortunately, he died young. If he does not die, he is the leader of the human race. Maybe because of his tragic death, your master's chance has changed. Your second brother is an alien. He is disrespectful. He only respects your master Tianji. Later, he is an enemy all over the world. Finally, he kills himself in front of the heroes of the world for your master's Tianji. Your third brother is an indisputable person. Unexpectedly, he was plotted to stay in the holy class for the rest of his life. Your fourth brother is a cultivation genius, designed by others, and finally enters the endless sea. Finally, you, you are the fifth under the Tianji Gate and his last disciple.

Liu Ping'an looked at Ye Wudao, an old man in white, and said slowly, "Senior Ye, I don't like guessing riddles."

This sentence is a little impolite, but the old man in white was not angry and said with a smile, "Yes, you are young and like to speak directly. Only older people will beat around the corners. The simplest sentence should also be in a big circle."

Is it because of elderly people? That may not be seen. Ye Wudao, an old man in white, said so much, just to pave the way for the following words.

Liu Ping's sense of uneasiness is getting stronger and stronger. He doesn't like this atmosphere very much, nor does he like people accusing his master very much.

However, Ye Wudao, an old man in white, said something interesting, and this way does not directly say how people are in heaven.

Why does a world-famous legend become such a nagging look? Will you be so patient to talk so much to a descendant who has not yet grown up?

If you really know the old man in white but know that he will never be a talkative person, why is he here now?

Liu Ping'an has never stopped in his mind, and although he has always had a bad feeling in his heart. Although he sometimes likes to guess, now he doesn't like to guess riddles, because this answer is not a good thing for the human race no matter what the result is.

So his eyes searched around, and he wanted to change the topic. He was thinking about how to end such a conversation.

He suddenly found that this is indeed not a very pleasant place. If you don't look carefully or experience it carefully, you can't feel such a breath at all.

Desert, decadent, bleak, depressed, full of the breath of death, no anger. Any angry person who stays here for a long time will become dull and depressed.

However, this will never affect him. He is a person with a very clear goal. After so many years of experience, few people and things can change his decisions and ideas.

In fact, any famous person, any strong person, any person who has made achievements in a certain field has a strong heart and will basically not be affected by any outside world.

He didn't like this conversation, and he was about to end the conversation.

Fortunately, Ye Wudao, an old man in white, did not bother him and quickly said the answer by himself: "Because your master is no longer a heavenly man."

This is simply not like an answer, it is simply a vague answer.

But Liu Ping'an seems to be able to accept this answer, at least he understands the meaning. After so many things, his master's personal disciples have been treated misfortune one after another. It is impossible to say that it has not changed.

Ye Wudao, an old man in white, learned from Liu Ping'an's face that he did understand this sentence. He stopped talking and looked even more depressed.

Nangong Zhengdao has been expressionless and suddenly said, "You can continue to talk, otherwise, you will not be interested in future words."

Liu Ping'an was shocked and found that something was wrong with him. He couldn't say exactly where it was.

Ye Wudao, an old man in white, continued to say, "People have suffered too many blows. They are either discouraged or discouraged. Another way is to revenge. Of course, there will be the best situation. The more setbacks, the braver they are, the more brave they are, abandon their personal grudges, and achieve great love."

Liu Ping'an nodded and his eyes were clearer.

Ye Wudao, an old man in white, didn't seem to be looking at him, but said at his own leisure: "In fact, since the misfortune of your brothers, your master's temperament has changed greatly. In recent years, he has become more arbitrary, more secretive and weird, and his methods have become more and ruthless.

Liu Ping'an has long known about this matter. Over the years, the master Tianji has harmed a lot of people, and he secretly doesn't know how many forces he has been allocated. Every time he makes a move, leaving no room for rooting.

Ye Wudao's voice, an old man in white, looked calm: "I don't know how many people have been killed in recent years, and the women and children are old and weak. They are too good at doing things, and they don't give anyone a chance to defend themselves. Most importantly, he is not the most nominal one with the human race. Gao Organization has discussed it and is single-handed. Do you understand now?"

Liu Ping'an looked awe-in and nodded.

"Okay! Let me say it!" Nangong Zhengdao finally made a sound again.