Through his recollection, he clearly saw that the realm that Mingzhi and Duxing would reach was Quasi-Emperor!
That kind of existence would basically never do something hopeless!
Du Xingjiang picked up the soul lamp and handed it to Ye Feng.
Ye Feng was playing with the soul lamp in his hand. There was only a wick and a thin layer of lamp oil inside.
"bite"
Ye Feng snapped his fingers and the soul lamp made a crisp sound.
Duxing and Mingzhi, who was shrouded in black fog, obviously changed their expressions, and the black fog rolled abnormally.
This soul lamp is imbued with the aura of the Sage of Literature. Ye Feng's behavior is tantamount to disrespecting the Sage of Literature!
If Ye Feng was not the reincarnation of Wen Sheng, the two would have even planned to capture him directly.
Ye Feng felt the emotional fluctuations of the two people, but did not take it to heart.
After all, the influence of the gentleman on them was too great.
Because of this, Ye Feng was not worried about what these two people would do to him.
What they did to him was undoubtedly tantamount to bullying, and these two people probably could not accept such an outcome.
Ye Feng snapped his fingers, and a ball of flame in his hand penetrated into the soul lamp.
"Don't!"
Duxing and Mingzhi shouted loudly, but it was too late.
In their shocked, surprised and confused eyes, the soul lamp lit up!
How is this possible?
When a person dies, the light goes out...
Once a soul lamp goes out, it is impossible to relight it. Even if the person comes back to life, he can only make a new soul lamp!
And now... Mr.'s soul lamp is lit?!
Impossible, absolutely impossible!
Ye Feng looked at the expressions of the two men and frowned, as if it was a big deal that he lit this soul lamp.
“Ahem…”
An old man coughed.
Why are there still old people here?
Ye Feng looked in the direction where the voice came from. There was a hunched old man with a kind expression. His eyes seemed to contain the sea of stars. Although he was standing hunched, he looked like a giant standing tall.
Ye Feng was slightly stunned, took a deep breath, and calmed himself down.
However, Duxing's eyes turned red in an instant. Although Mingzhi couldn't see his expression, he thought it wouldn't make much difference.
The violent fluctuations of the black mist around him undoubtedly revealed his excited and anxious mood.
"gentlemen!"
The two men shouted in unison, rushed towards the old man, knelt in front of him, and had tears in their eyes.
"You have suffered..."
The gentleman stretched out his skinny hands and gently rubbed the two men's heads.
The black mist on Mingzhi's body could no longer be maintained, and the black mist dissipated, revealing his appearance.
What kind of face was that... dry and old, with all kinds of horrible scars all over the front.
Duxing was stunned. Who was this... This was his elder brother, the young servant who used to be by the teacher's side!
The young man with rosy lips and white teeth, full of vigor and vitality, has now become like this.
Mingzhi's appearance compared to Duxing's, you can't tell that the age difference between them is only about ten years...
If others saw them, they would probably just think they were grandfather and grandson...
"Mingzhi brother...you?"
Du Xing's voice trembled, his words choked in his mouth, but he didn't know what to say.
Mingzhi waved his hand and didn't care:
"It's okay. I made a mistake back then, so I have to pay the price..."
The gentleman looked at the two of them and sighed softly:
"You are all suffering, you are all suffering..."
"Sir, I am not miserable. Meeting you is my greatest happiness. No matter how hard things get in the future, it will not be able to dilute this happiness. Therefore, I am happy."
Mingzhi held the gentleman's hand, as if wanting to remember this warmth in his heart...
His eyes were filled with turbid tears. He knew this would only be a brief reunion, but he was truly reluctant to leave. Even though he knew it was only a brief encounter, he cherished it so much, fearing he would miss it...
The gentleman sighed softly. He didn't have much time, and she couldn't waste it all on reminiscing about the past.
He easily passed Mingzhi and Duxing and walked slowly to Ye Mengmen.
The energetic young man and the old man just looked at each other.
"You've guessed a lot, but I hope you'll pretend you don't know."
Wen Sheng's old voice sounded in Ye Feng's ears.
Ye Feng glared angrily:
"Why should I pretend not to know? You arranged my life, everything about me. Am I your reincarnation or just a pawn in your hands? Answer me!"
Facing this old man who would soon disappear again, Ye Fan vented all the pent-up emotions in his heart.
He had been suppressing his emotions for too long, holding them back from showing, because he knew that he was not yet able to control his own destiny.
When he is strong enough, he will definitely hold the thread of his destiny firmly in his hands and not give anyone the chance to tamper with it.
Wen Sheng sighed softly and looked at Ye Feng with gentle eyes:
"Do you know? You are the one who decides your fate from the beginning to the end!"
"This is not the first time we've met. The path you're on now is your own choice."
"What's the meaning?"
Ye Feng was stunned. This wasn't the first time they met, so was this his own choice?
How is this possible? Absolutely impossible!
Wensheng stretched out his withered hand:
"I don't have much time... Come with me and see..."
Ye Feng did not hesitate and placed his hand on Wen Sheng's skinny palm. The next moment, the two disappeared from the spot.
“Sir…Sir!”
Mingzhi and Duxing shouted loudly, but no one responded to them. They looked at each other with dejected expressions.
"Sir...will it truly dissipate after this time?"
Du Xing asked in a trembling voice.
Mingzhi nodded silently, his expression dull. A brief reunion was more painful than long-term loneliness...
How can a person who has lived in darkness for a long time endure the long darkness when he sees the beauty of light?
"Tell me, what happened back then? Why my memory, your body... Tell me!"
Duxing held Mingzhi and cried bitterly.
He is not stupid. Mingzhi knows much more than him. He wants to know the truth. He must know the truth!
Mingzhi's old hands grasped Duxing's shoulders, and his voice was hoarse:
"I can't say it, I really can't say it... There are so many things between us... Forgetting is the greatest happiness for you. It's enough for me to bear that pain alone..."
Mingzhi couldn't tell the story of the past. It was a despairing story, more torturous than the terrifying inner demons he had experienced before.
This story has tormented him for billions of years. He dared not sleep for long because the story would repeat itself in his dreams... He couldn't accept it, he couldn't accept it!
"Duxing, believe me, just forget about those memories..."
Mingzhi covered his face and sobbed... He was a quasi-emperor, but he still couldn't bear the pain and torture.
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