Chapter 1858 Old and Young

This young man does not have the aura of law, his foundation is very ordinary, and his cultivation is not very high, but he sits here to fish, and it seems to be in harmony with the surrounding environment.

Lin Ming pondered slightly, and walked towards the young man.

The young man clearly sensed Lin Ming's approach, but he was still fishing, sitting quietly beside this lake that was as quiet as an ancient well.

"Are there any fish here?"

Lin Ming suddenly spoke. His understanding of the laws of life had reached a very high level. He could feel that this lake was actually dead and dead. There was no life in it. .

"No."

The boy's voice was a little hollow, without a trace of emotion.

When he spoke, he didn't look back. Lin Ming could see the hands he was holding the fishing rod. They were a pair of beautiful hands like a woman. The fingers were slender and the nails were crystal clear. It held the fishing rod as steady as a sculpture.

On the thumbs of the right hands of both hands, there is a jade wrench finger, and the wrench finger is engraved with the rune of the law, which is mysterious and simple.

"No fish, what are you fishing for?"

Lin Ming was puzzled. He was already certain that this young man was extraordinary. This was purely an intuition.

"Find a mood."

It was still a hollow voice, which made people feel a strange feeling.

"The mood of death?"

Lin Ming asked back, in this lifeless lake, the most natural conception of death is the concept of death.

However, it is only possible. Compared with the altar of the Fallen Angel Mountains, it is not enough to describe the difference. The insignificant mood of death here is too simple.

As for the young man in front of him, he was not a mortal person, but he was fishing here to understand the mood, which made Lin Ming puzzled.

What can be learned here? It's just a dead lake.

However, Lin Ming did not dare to open his mouth. He carefully understood the surrounding laws and finally decided that there was nothing unusual about this lake. Its location was just ordinary. On the edge of a forest, the spirit beasts here were not strong enough. At the bottom of the lake, there are also the bones of some dead animals. They may have been dead for hundreds of thousands of years, and they have all become fossils. Just looking at the fragile fossils, it can be determined that these creatures were just ordinary creatures.

All things considered, this is just a very ordinary dead lake.

Although it was already confirmed, Lin Ming did not jump to conclusions, but instead asked, "Is there anything special about this lake?"

The boy shook his head, "It's nothing special, very ordinary."

Having said that, the young man put down the fishing rod and turned around.

After seeing the young man's face, a look of astonishment flashed in Lin Ming's eyes.

The eyes of this young man were dark and filthy. Only an old man who was dying would have such eyes.

Although the young man's skin was fair and smooth, Lin Ming seemed to feel the passage of time in him, as if he had come from the end of a river of time.

It seems... in this young man's body, there is an extremely old soul hidden.

"You are……"

Lin Ming subconsciously took a step back.

At the same time, he raised his vigilance.

He felt that it was no accident that he met an old boy here.

And the identity of the other party, he did not know at all.

The young man looked at Lin Ming, but did not answer, but said to himself: "Your purpose is too strong, you will only pursue what is valuable to you, and you will abandon what is worthless, such as this film. Lake, if you pass by, I'm afraid you won't take a second look..."

Lin Ming was silent, this is human nature, not only him, but normal people in this world are basically like this.

Even if the eminent monks in Putuo Mountain say that they are free from competition with the world and have no desires and desires, their pursuit of a state of mind of no desires and no desires is a pursuit in itself.

The young man looked at Lin Ming, his dirty eyes couldn't reflect Lin Ming's reflection at all, but Lin Ming felt that he seemed to be seen through.

He held his breath, restrained all his attention, and increased his vigilance.

"Who is the senior?"

Lin Ming changed his name. The young man just looked at Lin Ming and shook his head slightly.

"Your life can be described as broken and unstoppable. You desperately rushed to the peak of martial arts, far surpassing your peers. After you emerged, you rarely took detours."

"But there are gains and losses. The perception of martial arts is not all the most mysterious and grand laws of heaven. It also has some ordinary things to experience. After all, you are missing a journey..."

"Like this lake?" Lin Ming was silent, he could feel that there was some truth in the words of this old young man, but he couldn't fully understand it for a while.

What is the so-called "ordinary" thing?

The young man smiled lightly and did not answer directly, but said: "Your road is still too smooth, maybe you have experienced setbacks, but it is not enough, your peers are invincible, you have triumphed all the way, defeated countless opponents, you can even say that you have never If you have truly failed, this may become your limitation, making it difficult for you to reach the pinnacle of martial arts!"

The young man's words, like a bolt of lightning, flashed through Lin Ming's heart.

Never really failed?

In Qingsang City, he lost emotionally to Zhu Yan and Lan Yunyue.

On Divine Phoenix Island, he was forced by Xuan Mo to escape to the Holy Demon Continent.

Later, in the Four Great Divine Kingdoms, he was calculated by Yang Yun and was almost taken away by the ancient demons.

In the end, when he arrived at God's Domain, he fought against Tian Mingzi twice and was on the verge of death several times.

But these, in the mouth of the young man, are not considered failures, but only small setbacks.

"The road of martial arts is too smooth, there are too few detours, and all the way to victory, it is easy to fall into a bottleneck, unable to set foot on the peak of martial arts..."

Lin Ming understood the words of this young man, and he did not investigate who this person was.

He knew that if the other party intentionally revealed his identity, he would naturally know.

At this time, the boy had already stood up.

He was holding a fishing rod, the wrench on his thumb reflected a confusing green light, and the eyes he looked at Lin Ming also contained an intriguing taste.

Lin Ming and the young man looked at each other, the other's dirty eyes left a deep impression on Lin Ming.

"Are you here to wait for me?"

Lin Ming felt a chill in his heart. A person of unknown origin, whose strength was far above his own, naturally felt uneasy.

The boy just smiled lightly and left.

He stepped on the lake and disappeared into the misty smoke.

Lin Ming took a light breath, this mysterious old boy always gave him a feeling of trembling.

"Brother Lin, that person... so scary..."

After the old boy had left, a timid voice suddenly sounded in Lin Ming's ear, it was Hong'er.

"What did you see?" Lin Ming's heart moved and he asked. Maybe Hong'er could see more things.

"I don't know... I didn't dare to look at it at all. I kept shrinking, afraid to catch my breath and be discovered by him..."

Hong'er said in shock.

"Well...I see, you shouldn't show up frequently in the future..."

Hong'er's words made Lin Ming have some guesses in his heart.

He hurriedly asked the testers of the original dream battlefield, confirmed the opening time of the original dream battlefield, and because of this, he knew the time of his retreat this time - a full sixteen years.

In other words, taking into account the realization of the Dao at Kantai, and the previous three years of expedition in the Yuanmeng battlefield, Lin Ming had been in this Yuanmeng universe for thirty-two years.

Thirty-two years was only a brief moment for a martial artist with a long life like Lin Ming, but half of the time had already passed for the upcoming human race.

War can break out at any time.

Lin Ming left the battlefield of the original dream and returned to the Fallen Angel Mountain Range. This was the meeting place he and Sheng Mei agreed upon. As long as he returned to the Fallen Angel Mountain Range, Sheng Mei would receive news.

The meeting between Lin Ming and Sheng Mei was to return the golden pages to Sheng Mei.

"Have you seen him?"

In the middle of the night, Sheng Mei suddenly descended and appeared behind Lin Ming.

Lin Ming raised his eyebrows and turned to look at Sheng Mei.

At this time, Shengmei was wearing a black and red robe, and her eyes seemed to contain broken stars. Against the backdrop of the dark night, Shengmei was like the goddess of the night, full of mystery and nobility.

The night wind was blowing, Sheng Mei's cloak was fluttering, and her demeanor was cold, it was difficult for Lin Ming to see what she was thinking from her expression.

"He? That mysterious boy?"

Sheng Mei's question made Lin Ming more certain of his previous guess, and this guess made Lin Ming feel a chill down his spine.

Sheng Mei's silence was equivalent to acquiescing to Lin Ming's rhetorical question.

"I've seen it..." Lin Ming took a deep breath, looked at Sheng Mei, his eyes changed slightly, "That old boy... is the Soul Emperor, right?"

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