Chapter 665

"Are they always like this?" Su Mu asked.

Ye Yaxuan shook her head, nodded again, and gently pulled the hair that fell down her cheeks behind her ears.

"When the sky falls, there are tall people who will stand on top, but what if we are those tall people?

As a member of the Taoist Palace, we must be used to seeing life and death, and we must move forward, because there are ordinary people standing behind us one after another. "

Ye Yaxuan fell silent after seeing these young smiles.

In the last Battle of the Western Wall, there were fewer familiar faces and more hateful eyes.

Who would have guessed that it was this group of laughing faces who picked up the weapons in their hands when facing the beast tide that chose to devour people, and walked with their companions on the imprint of steel.

The youngest among them is only 13 years old, and the oldest is only 30 years old. The future is still far away, but the moment they choose to pick up their weapons and step onto the battlefield, they shrink infinitely.

Perhaps, for many of them, this moment is both the present and the future.

It's a wonderful world, and a terrible time.

But no matter what it is, there will always be a group of people who shoulder heavy responsibilities, stand upright, and move forward silently.

Su Mu breathed a sigh of relief, turned his head to look at Ye Yaxuan who was somewhat silent, and asked, "Just now you said that anyone who wants to go to the small island in the lake can go to the island?"

"That's right, anyone who is interested can go to the island, but if the program is too bad, the audience will hate it."

Su Mu got up and smiled lightly: "No problem."

Before the words fell, Su Mu took a step forward, and he was no longer in the orchid pavilion.

Ye Yaxuan's pupils shrank, and she exclaimed, "What a speed!"

The chief girl stopped chewing when she heard the master's exclamation, and her mouth was inflated into a balloon by the snacks: "Tear Hu, snake, what a shameful tree bean?" (Master, what is so fast)

Seeing that the master hadn't recovered, she glanced around, only to realize that Su Mu, who was still in the Lanting one second before, had disappeared in the next moment!

"Wait, then...that's the boy!?"

The chief stared at the step-by-step Lianhua Banished Immortal, dumbfounded.

Su Mu walked in the air calmly and indifferently, with lotuses growing on his feet. Su Mu flicked off the dust that did not exist on the corners of his clothes, and said in a faint voice: "I have some trivial personal opinions on cultivation and hope to share them with all the gentlemen here. If there is something wrong, it can be corrected.”

At this moment, the wind in the air stopped, and the layers of ripples on the lake became quiet. Even the happily swimming koi forgot to swim, and looked up at the young man in the sky who was not like a commoner.

I don't know when a sacred hymn sounded in their hearts, and everyone seemed to see a white jade tree standing proudly on the top of the world, overlooking all kinds of human beings.

"Then, let's start with the most basic mortal level."

"What is Fan?"

"It is the foundation of the beginning, the first one, and everything we have starts from the trivial..."

Su Mu didn't cherish his words like gold, and treasured himself with a broom, but eloquently explained his insights about cultivation in a simple way.

Everyone in the audience was fascinated by the sound, and gradually forgot everything around them when they were intoxicated by the grand sound.

In Fengming Mountain, thousands of beasts galloped and spontaneously gathered around the main hall.

Upwards, a hundred birds competed to fly, but none of them dared to stand on top of the hall, huddled on the branches, with an obsessed look.