Chapter 301 Gifts

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, how could Zhang Chong think of it? This kind of strength would have appeared in the world. Between the sleeves of the old man in black, he seemed to see a newborn world, breathing and beating. The heavy power of chaos seemed to be magical and so beautiful.

The erased huge mountain is again covered with a spiritual color, showing the greenness of the mountains. The blue sky is intoxicating, and Zhang Chong is also at this time. He suddenly felt the lightness of his body, and a thousand times the gravity quietly dispersed in an instant. This sudden light feeling came to him at the same time. It's like flying in mid-air.

In just half an hour, the old man in black stopped moving, and his action directly erased the seal of this world. Zhang Chong was there. Although he didn't know what kind of skills the old man had used, the disappearance of gravity was a real thing.

"These two old men are immortals in this world, right?" Zhang Chongyou thought about this question. He had asked this question before, but the two smiled and did not answer.

"If you don't want to follow us to the twelve peaks, you can't tell you this secret. The future will be long. If you have the opportunity to go to that place and meet us, I will tell you all this. Remember, my name is Mu, and his name is Tong." After the old man in white said this with a smile, the two old men turned around at the same time and seemed to leave.

"Elder Mu." At this moment, Zhang Chong stopped the old man Mu in white. Although Mu was a little strange, he still turned around to see what Zhang Chong had to say.

"Excuse me, Elder Mu, can this feather beg for anything from the senior at any time?" Zhang Chonglang said in a loud voice.

"Of course, as long as I can, I can do it for you." Mu said indifferently.

"In this case, the younger generation happens to have something to ask for at this moment."

After listening to Zhang Chong's words, Mu obviously showed an unhappy look on his face. He said in a slightly angry tone, "Isn't the style that Tong just used to make you think how precious my feather is?"

"The younger generation knew the preciousness of this thing and asked Elder Mu for it." As for Zhang Chongyan, he was already a little trembling. Obviously, this matter was very important to him.

"Oh, just say it." Seeing that he was like this, Mu's attitude softened a little.

What Zhang Chong asked at this time was the change that Xu Ming soared up at the beginning. Where did the gluttony come from and who was going to frame him? Although he vaguely guessed that it was Lin Feng, the head of Shushan, those were just guesses after all, which did not fully represent the truth of the whole matter.

After listening to Zhang Chong's words, the faces of the two old men were also uncertain. After thinking for a long time, he slowly looked at Zhang Chong and said to him,

"Have you ever thought that this matter is actually important to you, both important and unimportant?"

This sentence was heard by Zhang Chong, but it completely confused him. He looked at Mu puzzledly and wanted to hear him go on.

"Yes, according to my calculation, you are a primordial spirit. However, there are some wonderful things that can be said to be him or not him."

Under Mu's talk, Zhang Chong's confused head was reorganized little by little.

"In normal circumstances, only the existence of a wisp of genth can reshape the body and be resurrected. However, in that soaring, what Xu Ming encountered was not the attack of ordinary spirit beasts, but gluttony. It can be said that in that cruel battle, Xu Ming's primordial spirit had been completely smashed. Although under Qin Yiyun's tears, this primordial spirit survived, the most important memory was I didn't take it. And this memory is now in the hands of the gluttony owner. In a sense, this ray of memory can be said to be a false continuation than you. For you, you have a complete life, which is completely different from Xu Ming. What you accept is just the ray of energy that Qin Yiyun accidentally gave you in order to protect Xu Ming. Except for this, you have nothing to do with anyone else.

These words completely stunned Zhang Chong. He had been looking for his background until he met Qin Xianglin in the underworld. He thought he was the continuation of Xu Ming. Although he doesn't have his memory, it doesn't prevent him from making this mark on himself.

At present, Mu's words completely subverted all his previous thoughts. Although he had the intention to refute, although Mu's words were difficult to accept, they were reasonable. Without a false memory, how could he be called a false mind?

"But I have no father or mother, how can I explain it?" Zhang Chong asked eagerly.

"Hahaha~~" After listening to his question, Mu did not answer him directly, but looked up to the sky and smiled. After a long time, he asked softly,

"The road of cultivation is long and long. The so-called birth is just a beginning. The so-called death is just an end and another beginning, which can be regarded as a soaring into an immortal, which is just a more pure interpretation of this truth. Since you have embarked on this path of cultivation like everyone else, don't you understand that what matters is not where we come from, but where we will go? Only when you know where you are going can you see your true self.

Zhang Chong listened to these words, and his heart was also rolling like waves, with thousands of ups and downs. He vaguely felt that Elder Mu was reminding him some very important truths, and it took him a long time for him to understand it.

Between thinking, Mu and Tong also waved their sleeves and walked forward. Their pace was slow, and they didn't see any magic. Between the swing of the sleeves of their robes, the road was as if it had been narrowed, and they retreated from behind them. In an instant, Zhang Chong could no longer see their figure, and only faintly heard them singing the vast and simple songs.

"A layer of autumn rain is cold, a falling flower and a vein fragrance, the same years are unforgettable, a handful of idle sorrows have nowhere to hide." The song is far away, and it has its own touching place, which also makes Zhang Chong stand there, as if he is crazy.

The drizzle fell and wet his clothes. He didn't know where the raindrops came from, or the river or the sea. The truth he could feel was the moment when it fell and was close. At this moment, he seemed to understand something.

The corners of his mouth were gently raised, and a light smile rippled on his face...

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