Daoxing went to retreat. Although he didn't want to admit it, he had to admit defeat. He was indeed no match for the fourth senior brother.

Time flies, all kinds of spirit beasts in Lingtai Fangcun Mountain have been affected. Before we know it, there is a breath of wind and panic in the entire Lingtai Fangcun Mountain. All kinds of spirit beasts are flying in the air. The disciples in the mountain gate feel something, but they can't detect the murderer.

Another fifty years

Yang Sanyang was eating the pheasant. In this vast holy land of Lingshan, no one could communicate with him. All the disciples were busy practicing. Who would take care of a monkey that was about to die of old age?

The chicken bones are crispy, which is Yang Sanyang’s favorite food on weekdays. While watching the god text in his hand, Yang Sanyang stuffed the chicken bones into his mouth.

"Crack~"

Yang Sanyang frowned, then slowly spit out the chicken, the red blood mixed with the chicken, and a white teeth appeared in his eyes.

Looking at the spitting chicken bones, Yang Sanyang remained silent for a long time. After a while, he trembled and stretched out his hand and slowly held the teeth in the bones in his hand. He looked at the setting sun in the sky alone for a long time without saying anything!

"You can't accept your old age!" Yang Sanyang muttered, glanced at the teeth in his hands, then sighed, throwing the teeth into the bonfire.

He is old! He is really old!

That day, Yang Sanyang sat on the edge of the cliff for a long time.

When I first left the tribe, the scene of my ambition and ambition that was full of delusions to live forever flowed backwards in his eyes.

At that time, I caused changes in the celestial phenomena, and how energetic the way of heaven changed when I thought about it?

At that time, he felt that he was the son of luck, that he had an infinite future, and that immortality was nothing but a good deal. As a result, reality slapped him hard.

"Do you regret it?" Yang Sanyang seemed to see a familiar figure in his eyes, holding his arms cutely and acting cute: "Pan, come and see, what a strange little bug..."

"Plate, is the fish soup delicious? I want to drink it too!"

"Pan, I'm so scared..."

"Pan, you are gone, you stay in the tribe, you will miss you..."

“…”

Voices flowed through my ears, Yang Sanyang's drunken eyes were blurred and said in a dream: "Don't be afraid, I'll be with you soon, don't be afraid! I'm waiting for me for a while! We will never separate again this time."

Time flies, two hundred years pass by. Yang Sanyang is wearing a messy clothes and holding the wine jar. The bonfire is floating in front of him, as if it is about to be extinguished at any time.

The clear wine is poured into the wine jar, and the aroma of a thousand-year-old wine is full of scent.

Yang Sanyang is old!

As time goes by, as time approaches his lifespan gets closer, his body begins to age.

In the cycle of life and death, as long as you do not attain the Golden Immortal Fruit, even if the celestial beings are unable to escape.

The crystal clear hair began to fall off, and the skin on the body was full of wrinkles. After two hundred years of laziness, I gained a lot of weight and a large circle of fat on my waist. It seemed like a fat fat man, leaning against the tree like a pool of mud, and the snoring sound came out.

His teeth had all fallen off, and his eyes were completely turbid, as if they were dead fish eyes, making it difficult to see the scene in the distance.

There were only two or three sparse hairs on the top of the head, revealing a bare big head, and the clothes were worn out, emitting an unpleasant smell. The body was old and could no longer move, and the fingers were thin as if they were chicken feet.

The sound of his ears was like a drum that exploded. He could not hear any sound from the outside world. He lay under the big tree with a turbid breath, sleeping drunk in the wine jar, and the smell of alcohol soared into the sky.

A white figure came from the sky, looking at Yang Sanyang lying on the ground, and said nothing for a long time.

The young man's loyalty, his magnificent figure and his proud voice, appearance and smile appeared in front of him in an instant.

Bai Ze felt his nose was a little sour!

Only beauties are allowed to sigh at the age of time, and heroes are not allowed to see white hair.

When the young boy first met him, the wisdom that caused the celestial phenomena to be amazed again and again, he thought that this boy could break the fate of the barbarian race, so as to achieve the great way as soon as he soared into the sky, and cultivate immortality.

pity…….

"I'm late!" Bai Ze sat next to Yang Sanyang with emotion. Who would have thought that the old little monkey in front of him would cause major changes in the world several times.

"This trip was beyond expectations. I thought that at most hundreds of years, who would have thought that it would take more than two thousand years to go!" Bai Ze sighed, stretched out his hooves and shook Yang Sanyang's shoulders: "Boy, stop sleeping, I'm back!"

The snoring sound shook the sky, and Yang Sanyang was still sleeping.

"I have found a treasure for you to support the Dharma image. How could you die like this?" Bai Ze's expression was indescribable, and then he took clear water and poured it on Yang Sanyang's face.

The cold water was cold, and Yang Sanyang finally woke up from his sleep: "It's raining? The weather is changing so quickly."

The turbid eyes turned, and in the hazy, a familiar figure seemed to sway in front of him, and he couldn't see it in a hazy way: "I must have drunk too much again. Bai Ze didn't know where he ran to, and he had forgotten me long ago, and didn't know where to run to have fun."

After saying that, he touched the wine jar beside him and poured wine into his mouth: "Drink! Drink! Drink! It's better to go back! It's better to go back! Everything is just a dream."

"Ba~"

The wine pot was knocked to the ground, and Bai Ze rolled his eyes in anger: "Boy, wake me up!"

Looking at the little monkey who was so depressed, is this the person he knew at the beginning?

"Hey, this wine pot actually ran to the ground by itself!" Yang Sanyang sat up with difficulty and reached out to 'stop' the wine jar on the ground.

Seeing this, Bai Ze shook his head helplessly, and the divine light flowed in his hand, and a ray of light fell into Yang Sanyang's body: "Boy, please see who I am!"

The smell of wine dissipated, and the eyes returned to the clarity of the past, and the turbid ears and eyes became clear. The cries of birds in the mountains and the sound of running water were endless.

Yang Sanyang glared, then lowered his head to look at his body, and looked at Yang Sanyang again: "Old ancestor, I'm not dreaming, right?"

"How come you guys end up in such a situation?" Bai Ze sighed.

Tears slowly slid down, and Yang Sanyang hugged Bai Ze in his arms, and the crying gradually went from small to large: "Old ancestor, Yes, I'm dead! Yes, I'm dead! I'm broken the appointment! I'm broken the appointment!"

Yang Sanyang seemed to have seen his parents' children, crying so helplessly at this time, and tears wet Bai Ze's clothes.

Bai Ze sighed, silently patted Yang Sanyang on the shoulder, allowing the other party to vent.

"I never thought that I could see you for the last time before I died!"

After a long time, Yang Sanyang raised his head from Bai Ze's arms, looked at Bai Ze seriously for a while before speaking.

"I never thought that in three thousand years you really couldn't comprehend the divine text. Your qualifications were so dull that I expected!" Bai Ze said angrily.

Yang Sanyang was silent. After a while, he let go of Bai Ze, slowly took off the hanger on his chest, and hung the basket in front of Bai Ze: "I have always known that you want to wait for me to inherit my legacy after death. Now they are all yours. Such treasures cannot compete for glory in the world, but they fall into my hands but are covered with dust."

"You really want to give it to me?" Bai Ze stroked the ornament on his chest and couldn't help but be stunned.

"If you can't bring it with you in your life, what's the point?" Yang Sanyang sighed and slowly leaned on the bluestone: "I'm not willing! I just don't want it!"

Bai Ze was silent when he heard this, his eyes showed a trace of entanglement and struggle. After a while, he took out a pink fruit from his arms: "This fruit can prolong his life for a thousand years, and it was something I encountered accidentally when I went out."

Yang Sanyang was speechless when he heard this. He looked at the fruit with his eyes, but did not reach out to pick it up. He spoke after a while:

"No need!"

"Why? This fruit can extend your life span of thousands of years? Do you know that you will die soon!" Bai Ze stared at Yang Sanyang with his eyes tightly.

"Not to say that I have a thousand years of time, even if I have a lifetime of thousands of years, I will never learn the divine words. Birth, old age, sickness and suffering are a torture for me, so it would be better to go like this!" Yang Sanyang shook his head and no longer looked at the fruit, but showed a hint of enlightenment to see through the world.

Since you can’t learn magical words and cannot cultivate magical powers, it’s better to go back!

"I'm not willing!" Yang Sanyang sighed to the sky: "The scenery of the north is filled with ice and snow. Looking inside and outside, only the vast river is everywhere, the river is suddenly filled with surging surging."

"The silver snake dances in the mountains, and the wax figures are originally galloping. I want to compete with the heavens. I must see the red dress and plain clothes, which is particularly enchanting. The country is so beautiful that it attracts countless heroes to compete for their waists..."

The words fell and came to an abrupt end, and he couldn't make up any more.

“欲与天公试比高!好一个欲与天公试比高!”白泽闻言不由得大受震动:“你心有乾坤,奈何却先天欠缺,颇为憾事.”

"What about the following text?" Bai Ze asked afterwards.

"It's gone!" Yang Sanyang pointed to it like a hook and carved his own poem on the bluestone. This was the last trace he left in Fangcun Mountain, Lingtai.

"What an article!" Bai Ze looked at it for a long time, his face was shocked, but he was extremely entangled.

"What a pity, you have a world of mind, but you have to kill this place!" Bai Ze sighed and played with the fruit in his hand. After a while, he seemed to have figured out something, and showed a hint of relief. He smiled and said, "Little Monkey, do you really not eat this fruit that has prolonged life for a thousand years?"

"If you can't learn divine literature, you're just living for a thousand years. What's the use of letting me add more pain?" Yang Sanyang shook his head firmly and picked up the wine pot: "Wine is a song, my ancestor might as well give me the last journey."

Looking at the heroic Yang Sanyang, Bai Ze's eyes were slightly wet. He gritted his teeth and looked at the sky along his neck, and said proudly: "Little Monkey, do you really not eat it? If you eat it, you may have the chance to learn the divine text!"
Chapter completed!