Yang Sanyang was crying, and he had the pain of being separated from him. He also had no idea about learning a divine text for 1,800 years. Now that his life has passed most of his life, he still cannot see the hope of immortality.

The sad and desperate emotions that came from the Baolian Lantern were the last straw that overwhelmed his heart and completely collapsed his emotions.

Yes, that's the last straw!

The difficulty of immortality was beyond Yang Sanyang's imagination. He claimed that he was more than the sky and thought that with the insight of a world, he could achieve something as long as he embarked on the path of cultivation. However, the cruel reality slapped him hard in the face.

Lingtai Fangcun Mountain has made no progress for 1,500 years. He has sat in this place for 1,500 years, and he cannot see the hope of moving forward.

He can't see his future!

Crying bitterly, howling bitterly. The embarrassing voice echoed between heaven and earth, making people sad for hearing it.

After enduring the depression for 1,500 years, he suddenly vented it, which made people feel relieved. He endured this pressure alone for too long, and his whole body was nervous, and he needed to release the pressure too much.

It was too late to regret at the beginning. He never realized that the little monkey in the mountains was so important to him!

Family affection or love? He can't explain it clearly.

Just feeling the despair, unwillingness and blessings from the dark, his heart was as painful as a knife, and he had never felt so painful.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! It's me that I'm incompetent! I've failed the appointment!" Yang Sanyang murmured to himself, his body twitching constantly, which was obviously a sign of excessive sadness.

"You little monkey!" Dao Xing sighed softly, looking at Yang Sanyang who was thrusting into a ball, sighed and bounced his fingers. He saw Yang Sanyang's eyes flashing, and his brain crashed in an instant, and he fell asleep in a drowsy way.

"You sleep all night, I don't know what happened, but you, the optimistic little monkey, actually made you so sad!" Daoxing walked forward slowly, gently touched Yang Sanyang's hair, and sat quietly beside Yang Sanyang: "Do you miss home too? I miss home too. I have been away from home for too long!"

After a night passed, the crying of Fangcunshan in Lingtai finally calmed down. On the second day, the rising sun rose, and a ray of purple sunlight reflected on Yang Sanyang's body. Yang Sanyang moved his fingers slightly, slowly opened his eyes, and looked at the rising sun in the sky, sitting cross-legged there for a long time without saying a word.

"Little Monkey, you're awake!" Daoxing grinned.

Yang Sanyang turned around and looked at Daoxing, forced out an ugly smile, then turned his head to look at Dongsheng Sun, and he remained silent for a long time.

Two lines of clear tears passed by, but were instantly evaporated by the scorching sun. Yang Sanyang rubbed his eyes and looked at the huge bluestone behind him. A finger stretched out, and the bluestone was cut open like tofu.

"I'm sorry!"

The font is iron horse and golden sword, full of a strong and powerful force that is waving and extraordinary.

"What a strange symbol!" Daoxing looked at the bluestone with his eyes, revealing a thoughtful look.

"Thank you!" Yang Sanyang didn't understand his words without any hesitation. After making a thankful move, he stood up and walked down the mountain.

"Hey, where are you going?" Daoxing shouted from behind.

If he did not respond to Daoxing, his back gradually faded away and disappeared into the clouds.

Since that day, countless children from Fangcun Mountain in Lingtai suddenly discovered that the little monkey who had been happy and lively all day had suddenly become quiet and no longer as lively as before.

As for what happened that night, it became an eternal mystery! No one knows what happened that night.

To be honest, he was actually quite regretful. He shouldn't lend Tianyi to Bai Ze, otherwise it would not be difficult to calculate Bai Ze's whereabouts based on the power of his innate gossip.

Time flies slowly and slowly. When Yang Sanyang has nothing to do on weekdays, he starts brewing wine, secretly firing ceramics, and sealing cans of wine in the clear springs of the back mountain.

Brewing wine is just simply boring and wants to pass the time. As for the magical text?

He still chose to comprehend, and he would never give up until the end.

In the blink of an eye, the mountains were green and yellow several times, and it was another thousand three hundred years of spring and autumn. A little monkey sat in front of the shack of Daoyuan, looking at the changing clouds and fog in the distance, and staring blankly at the changing clouds and fog in the sky.

His eyes began to lose the glory of the past and became a little cloudy. His body no longer had the agility of the past, and his hair was gradually falling off, losing the glory of the past.

After counting, Bai Ze had left him for two thousand and eight hundred years. If he had not escaped and devoured many monsters, he would have turned into dead bones in the mountains.

"The last two hundred years of life!" Yang Sanyang stretched out his hand and used the gossip to calculate it. He couldn't help but feel that he was a little ridiculous when he had not left the tribe.

How ambitious I was at that time, it seems like a joke now.

"Go to the godly text!" Yang Sanyang suddenly threw the roll in his hand into the cave, and then slowly stood up: "I have never lived for myself in my life! I have never truly enjoyed this world, and I have never truly felt the beauty of this world."

"Eternal life is too ethereal, which has delayed me for three thousand years. I have never lived for myself in the past three thousand years. Everything is forever!" Yang Sanyang bounced the dust on his body, then turned around and walked down the mountain: "For the remaining two hundred years, I want to truly enjoy life, the shitty divine text, the shitty immortality, everything is illusory."

The bonfire was beating and chicken feathers were flying all over the sky. When Daoxing came to the back mountain to play with Yang Sanyang on a daily basis, he saw the golden and crispy roasted pheasant.

"Guru~"

Daoxing swallowed, then quickly stepped forward: "You actually broke the killing order in Fangcunshan, Lingtai?"

Ignoring Daoxing, Yang Sanyang carefully sprinkled various seasonings, then pulled off a fragrant chicken leg and shook it in front of Daoxing: "Do you eat it?"

"Gulu~" Daoxing swallowed, then snatched the chicken leg: "Anyway, it's not that I broke the killing spree, why don't you eat the delicious food at present?"

Daoxing ate it voraciously, and then kept praising: "It turns out that the pheasant is so delicious. I have never eaten such delicious food. Even if the ancestors punished me in the future, I would be willing to do so."

Daoxing's eyes were straightened. As a native of the Great Wilderness, how could he eat the delicious food of the future generations?

The cooking skills of creatures in the Great Wilderness are only at the level of maturity, and they are even thousands of miles away from the word "food".

"Ordinary pheasant is so delicious. If it were replaced by the flying chicken raised by the fourth senior brother, wouldn't it be possible for people to swallow their tongues?" Daoxing's eyes flashed, and then he looked for Yang Sanyang and pulled Yang Sanyang to walk into the mountains.

Dozens of flying chickens leisurely wandered in the mountains and forests without any sense of the crisis. Daoxing pointed to the group of flying chickens: "The fourth brother is in seclusion. This flying chicken is a divine bird with wisdom. After eating it, it will be a big replenishment! I just don't know if you have the courage to attack the flying chickens."

Yang Sanyang rolled his eyes to the other party in response to Daoxing’s provocative gaze: “You think I’m stupid!”

Without saying a word, he turned around and left.

"Hey hey, don't leave!" Daoxing hurriedly caught up: "We are a practitioner who is in the practice and will dirty our body when eating ordinary food, so we will naturally tame some monsters and spiritual objects. Let me tell you that these flying chickens from senior brothers are left to junior sister Daoyuan to deceive junior sister Daoyuan's favor. We can also eliminate harm for the people. Besides, that guy is in seclusion now. Even if we eat the flying chicken, he will not be able to find a thief!"

The two of them have been playing with each other for thousands of years, but they have a bit of a mute voice.

Yang Sanyang curled his lips, but refused to believe in Taoist words.

"You guys are really a rotten wood that cannot be carved!" Daoxing shook his head, then shook his sleeves and turned around and left.

Looking at Daoxing's back as he was leaving, Yang Sanyang's eyes flashed and a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

It's night

A fishing rod appeared in Yang Sanyang's hand, and then he swung it quietly, and the fish hook flew out. Soon, a flying chicken emerged from the void with a fierce expression, staring at Yang Sanyang tightly.

"Click~"

He directly twisted the neck of the Feitian chicken, then plucked the hair, broke the belly, and raised the bonfire to start barbecuing.

Dozens of flying chickens, the fourth senior brother has raised nearly three thousand years, but in just half a month, they all fell into Yang Sanyang's belly. As for chicken bones and feathers, they all became fertilizers under the peach blossom trees in the back mountain.

Not long after, Daoxing rushed over angrily, looking at Yang Sanyang sleeping in under the peach blossom tree, and gestured angrily: "The fourth senior brother's flying chicken is gone, was it you done? You actually left me to eat alone?"

What a smart person Yang Sanyang is, how could he admit such a thing?

Shake your head! He shook his head firmly without saying a word, and ruthlessly refusing: "It was definitely not what I did! It was definitely not!"

Yang Sanyang is not stupid. How can such a thing leave a handle?

Even if it is good, it is not good!

He made an expression of your wronged accusation, which made Daoxing look suspicious. After a while, he lowered his head and said, "This time, it's a big trouble. I don't know that it was the damn chicken who actually ate the flying chicken and wiped out the breeding chicken. He didn't even leave the breeding chicken. In the future, the fourth senior brother would inevitably be furious when he came out of seclusion."

"I'm afraid the blame will be on me. After all, the senior brothers in the mountains know that I have been coveting the fourth senior brother's flying chicken for a day or two!" Daoxing burst into tears before he was speechless. He didn't even eat the chicken feathers, and it was simply unreasonable to take such a big blame.

"No! I'm going to retreat! I'm going to retreat! This pot must not be placed on my head!" Daoxing said as he turned around and left.

He suspected Yang Sanyang, but he subconsciously suspected everyone. Later, he thought that the group of flying chickens had become a climate. Yang Sanyang didn't know how to practice at all and could not catch the flying chicken at all. Even if the flying chicken was right in front of him, he could not catch it.

Seeing Yang Sanyang deny, he was lucky enough to go all out, but he couldn't find a thief, so he could only walk back in a hurry.
Chapter completed!