The first generation was a genius, the second generation was extremely powerful, the third generation was bloody and murderous, and the fourth generation was miserable for half of his life.

With the death of the fourth life, as his soul flew out, the fourth mark of the Nine Forbiddens gradually shone brightly and condensed.

At the moment of entering reincarnation, the fifth life begins.

At this moment, Meng Hao's true self was still sitting cross-legged on the huge flower leaves, waiting for it to bloom.

As for the road to transcendence, Yan'er is still gritting her teeth and moving forward. After passing the third calamity, her cultivation is sometimes more difficult for her. Walking towards the fourth calamity, she tells herself that she must persevere, because at the beginning

From the mouths of those in the sect who had returned from the transcendent path, she already knew that the master... was in the fifth calamity.

It's getting closer and closer to her.

"Master, Yan'er will definitely be able to find you." The persistence in Yan'er's eyes became even stronger. She took a deep breath and moved forward again.

In the fifth life, on the fifth continent, in a county town, this winter, when the snowflakes were falling, a baby was born in a family, but the birth of the child was not given to this family.

Bring joy, but silence.

Not long after, a young man walked out of the house with a baby in his arms and threw it... on the street.

"It's not that your parents don't want you, it's that you..." the young man murmured, turned and left.

The reason why this baby was abandoned was because he was disabled. His tongue was shortened from birth... He has been unable to speak for his whole life, and there are birthmarks on his face. He looks very ugly and even scary.

In that cold winter, the baby's hoarse cry echoed, and a middle-aged man wearing a raincoat and a bamboo hat came to the baby after hearing the cry.

He looked down, sighed, picked up the baby, and returned to his home. It was a very small house. It was not warm in the winter. There was even a hint of cold death here.

, seems to exist all year round.

Faintly, you can also see a frozen corpse...it seems to be used for research.

This middle-aged man is a widower in this county.

"Abandoned since childhood, unable to speak, and ugly, let's call you little mute." The middle-aged man looked at the baby, smiled, and took it out of his pocket. There was a scar on his forehead. It penetrated

His face made him look a little ferocious. His smile was scary, but his eyes were gentle.

The little mute grew up, and gradually grew up in the rice soup of his terrible father, but it seemed that the winter cold in his childhood had penetrated into his bones. He was very thin, and he was also very afraid of the cold. His body did not seem to open, and it seemed that the wind was stronger.

Can blow him down.

Xu Shi has often dealt with corpses with Wu Zuo's father since he was a child. In this county, whenever there is a murder case, Wu Zuo will examine the corpse. Gradually, the little mute also learned.

"Little mute, remember that wounds like this are often caused by someone piercing the gallbladder..."

"Look, this is obviously poisoned."

"Little mute, open this place and see if there are some small white bugs inside. Be careful not to touch those bugs."

"Little mute, look at this man, his head and body are separated. Who has such great strength? Even a warrior would not be able to do it so neatly. This is an immortal injury, because he somehow offended the immortal.

"

In this teaching by words and deeds, the little mute was afraid at first, and then became familiar with it. In the end, facing these corpses, even if he was only a teenager, he was not afraid at all. Even in his home, he often saw them.

The old man secretly carried the body back and dissected it there for study.

And the old man's health was deteriorating. Gradually, instead of him taking care of the little mute, the little mute was taking care of him.

Until a few years later, when the old man's eyes were dim and he could no longer maintain his job, under his recommendation, the little mute became the new man in the county.

Although the little mute has grown up, he is still too thin. If he does not open up, the birthmark on his face is getting bigger and bigger, making him look ugly. He is still mute, and after dealing with corpses for these years, he usually looks like a mute.

He was so cold and cold that no daughter from any family was willing to marry him.

The little mute didn't mind this, as his widowed father also never married.

He was very serious and hard-working about his job as a co-worker, and seemed to have a unique talent in this area. After taking over, in the next ten years, he gradually became the number one co-worker in the county, even many times.

Was seconded from another county.

Under his care, although the old man's health became worse and worse, he still had the warmth of his children by his side in his later years. On weekdays, whenever the little mute was at home, he would chatter, and the little mute would always smile and be quiet.

Listen.

He couldn't speak, but he was good at words. When examining the body, he used words instead of words.

Several years later, when the little mute was known here, even in the capital, and often came to invite him, the old man returned to the ruins. He died peacefully and without pain. The little mute shed tears to bid him farewell.

I left this county town and went to the capital city.

Year after year, year after year, in the blink of an eye, the little mute is already half a century old, but his fame has spread throughout the entire dynasty. As long as he takes a look at any corpse, he can immediately tell the truth, even if it has been dead for a long time.

The same is true for the bones.

This understanding of corpses has reached an incomprehensible level, and he became a master in the works of the entire dynasty.

But Wu Zuo, Wu Zuo, has always been humble. Even if he reaches the top like this, he still cannot be on the stage and can only be respected by others in his own field.

In this regard, the little mute had no dissatisfaction or resentment. He was just a mute and could not speak. In his later years, he returned to the county seat and began writing records.

He compiled a book based on all the corpses he had seen in his life, and all the experiences and judgments he had summarized. Then in the winter of this year, he looked at the snow outside the window, and he remembered what the old man said to himself before he died.

if.

He told himself that he was the baby he picked up in that winter in this county.

In silence, the little mute's eyes gradually dimmed. His life was short. He had been afraid of cold since he was a child. In the winter of this year, he felt that he had no body temperature, just like those corpses.

He understood that he could not hold on for long, so that night, he walked out of the house, facing the wind and snow, and came to the place where the old man told him to pick him up.

Looking at this place, the little mute sighed in his heart, sat there silently, and lay down. He opened his eyes and looked at the sky, letting the cold submerge him, and letting the snowflakes fall on his face, but they did not seem to melt.

How to come, how to leave, even if you never say a word in your life...

Gradually, he smiled, and his smile became eternal...

The fifth life is over. Compared with the previous four lives, it is very dull. It does not have the glory of the first life, the power of the second life, and the passion of the third life. Even the ups and downs of the fourth life are lacking.

Some are just ordinary and satisfied in their own fields.

His soul gradually rose up and seemed to merge with the winter wind and snow. In that wind and snow, the fifth mark in this soul became bright and brilliant.

With reincarnation again, the sixth life... begins.

With the opening of the sixth life, Yan'er's body is trembling on the road to transcendence. She has been here for hundreds of years. Now, with the help of the mastiff, she has passed the fourth calamity.

Her cultivation level has also been constantly rising on this road of transcendence. With her enlightenment, she has now reached the level of a Taoist master. The road to transcendence in this fourth calamity is even more difficult for her.

Step by step, she walked for a long time, and she finally reached the end of the fourth tribulation and came to the side of the fifth tribulation.

Here, her body trembled, her eyes showed a strong light, and she finally saw her master...

It was a sitting skeleton that had been meditating cross-legged here for hundreds of years...

Although there was dust in the air, that look, that expression, and everything about it made Yan'er's heart tremble and made her kneel down in silence.

"Master." Yan'er burst into tears, her voice hoarse, looking at the corpse, even if hundreds of years have passed, Master's figure is still in her memory as before.

She can't forget it, and she can't forget it.

This was her obsession, so she took Cangmangtai, she took the path of transcendence. All the causes and consequences were because her master was here. She wanted to see for herself why her master fell.

At this moment, she saw the corpse, but she couldn't walk past it. It was the fifth calamity. As long as she took one step out, her body and mind would be destroyed immediately. She could only stand one step away, shed tears, and stare for a long time. For a long time, she suddenly

His eyes showed a strange light.

"No..." Yan'er's body trembled. She looked at Meng Hao's eyebrows carefully. After a while, she suddenly gritted her teeth, raised her right hand, and pressed directly towards Meng Hao's eyebrows.

The moment she pressed it, the moment her hand penetrated deep into the fifth calamity, the force of pressure exploded, and her arm instantly turned into blood mist. But at the same time as it collapsed, she had already pressed it on Meng Hao's forehead.

.

During the roar, Yan'er's blood spurted out, her body staggered back, and half of her right hand was broken off, but she didn't care. She was breathing rapidly. Looking at the master's body, she discovered a secret that outsiders could not discover.

"The crack between Master's brows is clearly the way of reincarnation. This method...he once taught me, and his soul...doesn't seem to dissipate naturally. Maybe other people's judgments are different from mine, but I am his disciple."

, my feeling tells me that Master... is not dead!"

"But if he is not dead, then why did the soul fire go out...unless..." Yan'er is no longer the girl she used to be. Her intelligence and understanding of Meng Hao allowed her to guess the truth immediately.

But she didn't want to think about it deeply.

In the silence, Yan'er's eyes suddenly showed a bright light. She took a deep breath and her eyes became more persistent.

"Master... Even if you are in reincarnation, I will find you among all living beings..." Yan'er stood up, and her right arm slowly grew back under the healing effects of the elixir. She was deeply moved.

After taking a breath and taking a deep look at Meng Hao's body, she turned around and took the mastiff with her, heading towards the exit of the Transcendence Road. She wanted to leave this Transcendence Road. She wanted to go to the vast star and one of the nine continents.

Looking for her master.

She understood the path of reincarnation, and from the clues around her, she saw that the direction of Meng Hao's reincarnation was exactly the direction of the vast star.

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