Chapter 6 The Unreal in the Heart

"Ha ha, in that case, you can come in with me!"

Hearing that Ye Han did not mean to leave, the figure smiled gently and then walked into the cave. However, at this time, Ye Han suddenly stopped him: "Senior, wait a minute!"

"What's the matter?" The figure stopped impatiently and asked coldly.

Ye Han didn't care about the attitude of the figure, but just smiled and asked, "Ha ha, the younger generation just want to know that the word 'God King' of 'God King Biefu' is the senior?"

"Well, although I think highly of myself, I don't dare to call myself a god. This god is someone else. Well, don't talk nonsense. Come in with me!" After saying coldly, the figure had already stepped into the cave, and Ye Han immediately followed.

After entering the cave, the figure disappeared in front of Ye Han's eyes. Ye Han had expected this for a long time, so he did not panic, so he walked in along the cave. The sound of footsteps echoed in the silent cave all the way, making the atmosphere of the whole cave a little creepy. .

This cave is not very long. Ye Han just took a cup of tea and walked to the bottom of the cave. In front of Ye Han were two wooden doors covered with white paper windows.

After slightly taking a look at the two wooden doors, Ye Han walked to the door and reached out to push the door open.

Ye Han looked into the door and saw that there was a small room in the door. There was a bed in the room. Next to the bed was a desk, but there was no pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the desk, but only an oil lamp.

The oil lamp is lit at this moment, and it is strange that the flame in the oil lamp is actually purple, and the light emitted makes the whole room purple, which makes people feel that the room is full of strange feelings at a glance.

"Wow, just die!"

Ye Han secretly gritted his teeth, then raised the shocking Zhen gang in his body to be alert, and then raised his feet and stepped into the room. At this time, the flames beating in the oil lamp in the room were in vain. Suddenly, Ye Han only felt that the whole world was shrouded in purple light, and these purple lights were not It's very dazzling, but it makes people's eyes feel tingling, so subconsciously, Ye Han closed his eyes...

In a huge cave, there are countless stone stalactites, and there is an open space in the middle of many stone stalactites. At this time, Ye Han is sitting cross-legged in the middle of this open space, quietly entering.

Time passed slowly. I don't know how long it took Ye Han finally woke up in a long sigh. He slowly looked at the environment around him. There was a doubt in his eyes unconsciously, but then it disappeared.

He stood up and gently moved his body. Ye Han felt the surging Zhenyuan in his body and the newly born golden Yuanying in Dantian. He couldn't help laughing happily in his heart: "Haha, it's finally condensed into Yuanying. Now the master will be very happy. Hey hey, maybe the old man. It's not necessary for a happy person to remove his beard, haha!"

"Hmm? Why do you always feel like you have forgotten something? Strange!"

Just as Ye Han was still secretly happy, a feeling of emptiness suddenly flashed from Ye Han's heart, so a trace of doubt appeared in Ye Han's eyes again, but when he wanted to carefully feel what the empty feeling was, the feeling disappeared without a trace.

"Come on, let's go back to the clan to meet the master!" He shook his head gently and let himself forget the feeling. Ye Han turned around and flew out in the direction of entering the cave in his memory. After half a sound, Ye Han flew out of a hole and jumped into the air. At Ye Han's feet was a huge primitive forest.

After a slight look at the primitive forest below, Ye Han did not stay much, and his flying body disappeared into the distant sky.

In the high sky, Ye Han soared freely in the clouds. Occasionally, a plane flew by with a huge roar. Ye Han would wave his hand to the children who were lying on the plane window and looking out, making the children think that they had seen Superman...

After flying for more than a day, Ye Han finally came over a huge mountain.

"Finally arrived, haha!" Ye Han grinned, and then turned sharply and fell into the mountains below. After a moment, Ye Han stood on a cliff. At the bottom of the cliff was an abyss surrounded by countless white fog. He looked at the abys slightly. Ye Han jumped gently and jumped down.

Standing in the air of the abyss, he was surrounded by wisps of white fog. Ye Han raised his left hand and pinched a few formulas in front of his chest. Then he suddenly waved forward. Suddenly, a golden light shot out of his hand and flew into the white fog in front of him. The next moment, he saw fluctuations. It suddenly spread in the fog.

As the fluctuation became stronger and stronger, gradually, the white fog disappeared, and a huge mountain range towering into the clouds appeared in front of Ye Han's eyes. At this time, the abyss under Ye Han's feet also disappeared, and was replaced by a long mountain road extending to the top of the mountain range, and with Ye Han's eyesight Looking at it, you can see that there is a huge group of palaces at the top of the mountain. There are also many birds such as cranes flying over the palace group.

"I'm home!" Taking a deep breath, Ye Han stepped along the mountain road to the top of the mountain.

After a long time, Ye Han stood in front of a huge mountain gate and saw two words written directly above the mountain gate - "Wu Zong"!

Seeing Ye Han appear in front of the mountain gate, the two disciples of Wuzong who guarded the door immediately arched their fists to Ye Han and said, "I have seen the eldest brother, the eldest brother is back!"

"Well, you two have worked hard. Open the mountain gate!" Ye Han nodded with a smile and said.

"Yes, big brother!" After the two disciples finished speaking, they waved a formula and hit the mountain gate together. Suddenly, the huge mountain gate was pushed open by a pair of invisible hands.

"Okay, you two take good care of the door and don't slack off, okay?" Ye Han told the two men with a little dignity.

"Yes, big brother!" The two disciples replied respectfully.

"Uh-huh!" Ye Han nodded and walked into the mountain gate.

In Wuzong, Ye Han kept passing through the corridors of various yards. There were disciples saluteing him all the way. Ye Han also nodded and saluted one by one. After a while, Ye Han finally stood in front of the door of a room.

Taking a deep breath, Ye Han said, "Master, the apprentice is back!"

"It's Han'er. Come in!" A kind and heavy voice came from the room.

Hearing this sound, Ye Han's heart was inexplicably shocked, and the feeling of emptiness suddenly rose again, but like the previous two times, this feeling was still fleeting.

After calming down the excitement, Ye Han pushed the door and walked into the room. The room was not big, and the decoration was very simple. In the whole room, there was only a futon on the central ground. At this time, a white-haired old man was sitting cross-legged on the futon, and on the wall behind the old man was written A big word "Tao".

Turning back and closing the door, Ye Han walked three meters in front of the old man, put his left hand on his chest, bowed respectfully and said, "Master!"

"Uh-huh!" The old man pretended to answer, and then slowly opened his eyes and looked up and down at Ye Han. The light in his eyes flashed. The old man immediately raised his hand and held the beard on his chin and laughed together: "Hahahaha, good boy, go out to retreat once and condensed into Yuanying. It seems that my Wuzong has a successor, hahahaha!"

"It's all well taught by the master!" Ye Han flattered his face and his heart did not beat.

"You boy, you can still say such beautiful words!" The old man shook his head indifferently and then ordered, "Okay, don't go out when you come back this time. Ten years later, it's time for you to take over the head. In these ten years, you can practice in the clan and familiarize yourself with the affairs of the clan by the way, so that you won't be in a hurry after taking over the leader!"

"Yes, my disciple understands!" Ye Han responded respectfully.

Since this day, Ye Han has stayed in the Wuzong, familiar with the affairs of the sect, waiting to take over as the head ten years later, one year... two years... five years... everything is carried out in an orderly manner, and there seems to be no abnormality. Of course, except for the feeling of emptiness that always flashes from time to time in Ye Han's heart. Jue.

Ten years later, Ye Han successfully took over the head of Wuzong, and then worked hard to develop Wuzong, which was originally the first in the practice world. His strength far exceeded that of other major sects in the practice world, and Ye Han's strength was gradually increasing.

More than a hundred years later, Ye Han finally realized the realm he dreamed of and became one of the few people in the world of practice.

One day, Ye Han sat in the hall of Wuzong and preached to the many disciples of Wuzong. This lecture was seven days and seven nights. When the sermon was over, Ye Han fell into silence for a long time. After a long time, in the respectful eyes of many disciples, Ye Han rose up and came to a cliff of Wuzong silently. Standing on the side with the wind.

Feeling the cool breeze blowing on his face and listening to the cry of birds and beasts from all over the mountain range, Ye Han looked at the rolling clouds in the distant sky and whispered, "How real all this is, how nostalgic it is. It's just a pity that what is lost is lost. No matter how greedy you are, you can't have it again. Alas, illusory is illusory after all. Wake up..."

As soon as the voice fell, the stars changed, and everything between heaven and earth became blurred in an instant--

After a long time, the room was still the same room, the bed was still the same bed, and the desk was still the same desk. The only difference was that the purple flame in the oil lamp on the desk had been extinguished, and Ye Han sat cross-legged on the ground at this moment, and a trace of blood oozed out of the corners of his mouth...