There are several wooden houses at the foot of an unnamed mountain in central China. Outside the wooden houses is a wide martial arts field. Several wooden shelves hang weapons such as swords, guns, swords, and halberds. There are many scratches on a huge boulder as high as a person next to it.

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In the wooden house, an old man with white hair and beard was lying on the bed, with a bit of nostalgia for the world in his eyes.

A young man of about seventeen or eighteen years old stood beside the bed and said softly: "People are born, old, sick and die. This is the way of heaven. You have practiced martial arts all your life and have been used to the glory and wealth of the world. After ninety-three years of freedom, you should be satisfied.

Unlike me, who has been struggling in the mortal world for more than five thousand years and still looks like this, it would be difficult for me to die."

When the old man heard these words, he couldn't close his eyes at first, and murmured: "Master, you are not kind."

The young man straightened his expression and said: "Life or death is a matter of destiny. You have been practicing martial arts with me for so many years, why can't you look away? Go ahead with peace of mind, don't worry about being a master."

The old man nodded slightly and said softly: "Master, thank you for accompanying me on the last journey."

After the words fell, the old man closed his eyes, his face gradually became peaceful, and his vitality quickly passed away.

The young man sighed. He was really envious of his apprentice. He would at least have something to look forward to during life and death, but he didn't know how many more years he would have to hang out in this mortal world.

More than five thousand years have passed since his birth.

Five thousand years of vicissitudes have passed, but he shows no signs of aging and still maintains his appearance of seventeen or eighteen years old.

Immortality sounds very desirable, but for young people, it is torture.

Although he has not aged, his inner age has seriously aged, and he is no longer interested in anything. Today, this mortal world can only make him feel deeply lonely.

That's why he envied the old man who had just died.

However, what happened to him was not only that he would never grow old, but also that he would never be able to break through the body-refining realm.

When he was five years old, his master taught him how to practice. He practiced it for more than five thousand years, but he was stuck in the body-refining realm and could never break through to the Qi-refining realm.

The body refining realm is not even a realm of cultivation, it is just about being physically strong. An ordinary person reaches the peak at the tenth level of the body refining realm, but he has practiced for five thousand years and has reached the nine thousand five hundred and twenty-seventh level of the body refining realm.

Master, he has ascended to the upper realm more than two thousand years ago, but he has not even reached the Qi realm, so how can he talk about ascending?

Nowadays, the spiritual energy on the earth is getting thinner and thinner, and the hope of improving the realm is even slimmer. Every time he thinks about this, he doesn't feel good.

Immortality is already very uncomfortable, and the realm cannot be broken through. How can we live this life?

After walking out of the wooden house, the young man planned to find a place to bury the old man. After all, it was a master-disciple relationship, and the disciple must be buried in peace.

He had just chosen a spot in the courtyard, and before he had time to dig a hole, the young man heard a burst of noisy footsteps and frowned slightly. This was a deep mountain and old forest, where no one had been seen for many years. It was the old man who deliberately hid in order to avoid the entanglements of the world.

Can anyone be found here?

A few minutes later, a group of five people walked into the courtyard. An energetic old man took every step with calmness and strength. He was obviously a master. Behind him were two strong men with fierce looks, guarding the old man.

There is also a man and a woman, whose temperament and appearance are somewhat similar. They are both top choices. Judging from their walking posture, they have also practiced kung fu for several years. They are much better than the two strong men with fierce looks. They should be

Brother and sister.

The young man glanced at these five people, showing an unhappy look, "Who are you looking for?"

The old man slightly cupped his hands to the young man and said, "I, Ye Lang, are old friends with Grandmaster Fang Yun. We have come all the way from Shicheng. Please pass on this information."

The young man did not beat around the bush with them and said: "Fang Yun is dead. He just died. You guys are late."

Ye Lang's complexion suddenly changed. Grandmaster Fang Yun, the number one master in the Chinese nation, was actually dead?

"How is that possible?! Little brother, you are lying to me, aren't you?"

"Why did I lie to you? Fang Yun is inside. Since you are Fang Yun's old friend, you can go in and take a look at him." The young man made way for the door.

Ye Lang calmed down, pushed the door open and entered the house. He saw Fang Yun lying on the bed without any breath. With his eyesight and hearing, he was sure that Fang Yun was really dead.

The two strong men following the old man wanted to follow Ye Lang into the house, but the young man stopped him with his hand, "He can go in, but you can't."

The strong man on the left glanced at the young man, stretched out his right hand and pushed the young man. The young man did not move at all. The strong man was surprised and increased his strength, but he felt a huge force coming back, and his body flew upside down. When I went out, I fell in the yard and was covered in dirt. I was very embarrassed.

Another strong man subconsciously took a step back and distanced himself from the young man, "Who are you?"

"No rudeness!"

Ye Lang walked out of the wooden house, glanced at the strong man lying on the ground, with a bit of surprise in his eyes, and said: "I didn't expect Grandmaster Fang Yun to really leave. I only regret that I didn't come a few days earlier, otherwise I would have done everything possible." We will do our best to save Grandmaster Fang Yun’s life.”

The young man did not answer Ye Lang's words and said, "You have already seen Fang Yun, please leave here."

Ye Lang was unhappy. If the young man hadn't appeared in the wooden house, he wouldn't have been so polite.

A random person would go to Shicheng to inquire. In his early years when he was wandering around outside, he, Ye Lang, had the nickname "Wild Wolf" and his behavior was no different from that of a wild wolf. In the past, he would have killed this young man long ago.

"What do you call me, little brother? Are you the disciple of Grandmaster Fang Yun?"

Seeing that Fang Lang refused to leave, the young man felt impatient, but he did not want to disturb his apprentice's sleep here, so he said: "I am not Fang Yun's apprentice."

Ye Lang looked at the young man up and down, and already recognized the young man's identity, and said with a smile: "My little brother has such skill at a young age. I think only Grandmaster Fang Yun can cultivate such an outstanding disciple. To be honest, I am This time I came to see Grandmaster Fang Yun because of a promise I made with Grandmaster Fang Yun twenty years ago: if Grandmaster Fang Yun accepts a disciple, I will betroth my granddaughter Ye Qingling to his disciple. Speaking of which, I am here because of my little brother. You."

"I said, I am not Fang Yun's disciple. If you still don't leave, I won't be polite."

The young man didn't even look at the girl named Ye Qingling, and regarded her as if she was nothing.

Ye Qingling was a little excited when she heard that she was going to marry this young man. After all, he was a disciple of Grandmaster Fang Yun and it was because of her that she had reached such a high level. However, she did not expect that the other party would react like this, and she felt a sense of resentment in her heart.

Ye Qingfeng's temper was a little more impatient than Ye Qingling's. Seeing the young man's attitude, he let out a cold snort, put some force on his feet, and punched out his right fist quickly to teach the young man a lesson.

Ye Lang had a chance to stop him, but he was quite dissatisfied with the young man's attitude, so he wanted to test it out to see if the disciple Fang Yun had taken out was really worthy of his granddaughter.

Seeing Ye Qingfeng take action, the young man impatiently waved his right hand. Ye Qingfeng didn't even see what was going on, and felt that his arm was almost broken, and his body flew out and fell into the yard.

Ye Qingling rushed to Ye Qingfeng's side, "Brother, are you okay? Are you injured?"

"It's okay." Ye Qingfeng shook his head, but he also knew that the other party was holding back.

Ye Lang's eyes narrowed. With his martial arts skills, he didn't even see clearly how this young man took action!

Grandmaster Fang Yun’s disciples are so powerful!

Seeing that he could not take advantage today, the young man did not admit that he was a disciple of Grandmaster Fang Yun. Ye Lang could not get too entangled. After all, the young man's skills were on display here, and even if he took action, he might not be able to attack him so lightly.

After retreating, Ye Qingfeng could only bow his hands to the young man and said, "Thank you for your mercy, little brother. I will leave first and come back to visit another day."

The young man waved his hands and turned around to enter the house.

Ye Lang sighed softly, "Let's go."

A group of five people left the courtyard. After taking a few steps, Ye Qingling suddenly stopped and said, "Grandpa, I think I have seen that person just now."

Ye Lang suddenly became interested, "Really? Where is it?"
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