Dongzhang in the God Sculpture

Seeing Ouyang Feng suddenly bewildered, Dong Zhang knew that he must be caught in some kind of memory.

Zhu then stopped making a sound, but quietly looked at the stars above his head and took a sip of wine from time to time.

Only a short while later, Ouyang Feng came out of his contemplation, staring at Dong Zhang lying on the grass with complicated eyes, speechless for a long time.

Dong Zhang knew that Ouyang Feng was looking at him right now, but this kind of thing is useless, there are thousands of people in the world, some like to fish, some like to cook, and some like to be carpenters and blacksmiths.

Everyone has different hobbies and ideals, but Dongzhang just likes to travel. It is rare to come to this life. Many things have only been read in the books of later generations. Zhang will die with regret.

"Dong Zhang."

Just when Dong Zhang was thinking about something quietly, Ouyang Feng's voice sounded suddenly.

"Ok?"

Dongzhang turned his head slightly to look at Ouyang Feng who was standing behind him like an iron tower, he saw a flash of struggle in his eyes, and was finally replaced by Qingming, and then said loudly:

"You are my student, you were supposed to be on my side, and you can do whatever I want, but now that you don't want to dominate the martial arts with me, then I won't force you, you can do whatever you like go."

When Ouyang Feng said this, Dongzhang looked a little surprised, he thought he would break up with him for a long time, but he let him go so easily.

Maybe it's because Ouyang Feng is getting older and older, his energy is not as good as before, and his desire to dominate is not as strong as before.

But it's a good thing that he doesn't worry about it anymore, a smile appeared on Dongzhang's face, and he threw the gourd towards Ouyang Feng:

"Then I wish the teacher can hear the good news from the teacher on the side of the street when he is traveling in the east."

After receiving the wine gourd, Ouyang Feng twitched his lips and said arrogantly, "That's natural, I'm number one in the world, hahahaha."

Dong Zhang just quietly listened to his wild words, and didn't care about these hegemony matters at all, for such a false name, such a title.

A lot of people went forward one after another, vying for each other, and never regretted it until they died. Dongzhang didn't understand. Dongzhang had read such a cartoon in later generations, and everyone in the known world knew that there were three most powerful kings in the world.

They compete for the title of No. [-], and one of them dies prematurely, and his old country friends come to mourn at his grave, where they unleash their energy.

The other two kings instantly sensed more than a dozen powerful people who were comparable to themselves, and a few of them were much stronger than themselves, and only then did they realize that they were a frog in a well.

I didn't know any of the dozen or so people who appeared out of nowhere, and these people all came from faraway countryside. The other two kings just laughed at themselves for sitting in a well, and since then they have never wanted to. The idea of ​​competing for the best in the world.

What is known is not scary, but what is scary is that you don’t know how many unknown characters are more powerful than you think. When you are fighting for the "No. [-] in the world" you think, they may still be in a certain country The village laughs at you.

People just disdain to compete for that false name, just like Jue Yuan in the ending of the Condor God, when everyone just finished judging the four titles of the new East, West, North, South, and Middle, Jue Yuan appeared, and his internal strength was not weaker than the top players present. .

Why did Mr. Jin arrange it like this? Dongzhang thought it was to express a kind of strong man who has no eternity. When you think that Dongxie, Xikuang, Nandi, Beixia, and Zhongurn are the existence of the ceiling of the world, Jueyuan appeared up.

When you thought that the Nine Yin Manual was the most brilliant exercise in the world, the Nine Yang Manual appeared.

This is the way this world is. No one can stand on the top forever. When you climb to the top and look at the foot of the mountain, you accidentally find that there is a mountain with the same height beside it, and there is an unknown person standing on the top.

How will your state of mind be at this time?

Dong Zhang quietly looked at Ouyang Feng who drank the wine, and silently thought: It's time to say goodbye, and finally, let me give you a gift in return.

Thinking of this, Dongzhang stood up and asked softly to Ouyang Feng: "Since we have a teacher-student friendship, Dongzhang shouldn't even know his teacher's name."

"Afterwards, when I was walking around the rivers and lakes, people asked, who is your teacher, and how did you ask Dongzhang to respond?"

As soon as these words came out, Ouyang Feng's laughter froze on his face, his eyes flashed blankly, and he muttered to himself: "Who am I, what's my name, who am I..."

"Ahhh, who am I! I can't remember! Who am I!!"

Dong Zhang quietly looked at Ouyang Feng who suddenly fell into madness, even when Ouyang Feng dodged in front of Dong Zhang, his ten fingers scratched his shoulder like steel claws, and Dong Zhang didn't even have the slightest intention to dodge.

Allowing Ouyang Feng to shake his body violently and keep asking who am I and who am I, Dongzhang looked at Ouyang Feng who had fallen into madness and his eyes were full of confusion from a close distance and said softly:

"Is your name Ouyang Feng?"

Boom!

When Dong Zhang uttered those three words, Ouyang Feng's mind was greeted with an unprecedented thunder and lightning storm, and scenes of familiar past events rushed into his mind one by one like a revolving lantern.

"I'm Ouyang Feng, I'm Ouyang Feng..."

Seeing Ouyang Feng who had fallen into a certain state, Dongzhang broke free from his hands without a sound, and walked down the mountain without a sound. When he was about to lose sight of the Earth Temple, Dongzhang looked back and still stood there Ouyang Feng.

With a smile on the corner of his mouth, he disappeared on this small hill.

Three months passed quietly.

In a yard.

"Sister, why hasn't brother come back?"

"Did he abandon us, don't want us?"

In the yard, sitting on a stone bench was a little girl whose legs did not reach the ground. She was wearing a lotus-gray grid brocade twill weft brocade skirt, hanging lightly a small purse embroidered with sika deer patterns, and holding a pen in her hand with a pen on her face. Bitter gourd like practicing calligraphy, a pair of short legs dangling on the stone bench.

This question was asked by this little girl carved in pink and jade, and on the opposite side was a bright and cute girl wearing a red-orange peony-patterned deep dress on her upper body and a Miao brocade skirt embroidered with gray orchid locks on her lower body.

At this time, this bright and cute girl was also holding a pen and was carefully practicing her handwriting. After hearing the little girl's questioning, the movement of her hand was obviously paused, her delicate brows lightly frowned, and she said softly:

"Don't think about it, brother said he will come back, I believe him."

"However, brother has been gone for a long time, and there is no news at all. Xiaoyao misses brother so much."

The little girl with her mouth curled up and her legs dangling was the little Lu Yao back then, and the delicate girl opposite her was naturally her elder sister Lu Qing.

After hearing what his sister said, Lu Qing's expression froze, and he thought to himself: Why don't I miss that figure that has appeared countless times in my memory.

It's just that she naturally wouldn't tell her sister these words, but just went through them secretly in her heart, and didn't reply, and the backyard returned to calm.

At this time, the two sisters were doing the homework assigned by their master in the yard. The two sisters were born fair. After these days, they ate and slept well all day, and now their skin became more and more fair and tender.

Especially Xiao Luyao, whose white and tender face seemed to be able to squeeze out water with just a pinch.

Compared with her elder sister Lu Qing's seriousness, little Lu Yao was obviously a little absent-minded, and was writing incomprehensible words crookedly with the pen holder at this moment.

At this moment, a familiar voice sounded behind Xiao Luyao:

"You spelled the word wrong..."