Chapter 387 A Lonely Man?

The silver moon shines high, and the bright and clear light falls on the world.

The clear spring in the mountain gradually reflected Senyue's face.

Senyue looks like a young man, wearing a purple gold Taoist robe, with a tall and straight posture, and his white hair is casually spread around his shoulders, falling like a waterfall.

His eyes were as deep as an ancient well.

At this moment, he was practicing the dream method.

His heart moved, and he suddenly became inspired and thought of his sweet dream.

"Wow..."

In front of his eyes, the calm spring was shaking violently and spinning wildly, as if it was absorbing everything in the world and being rolled into the spring crazily.

But in fact, the mountains were quiet and nothing had changed.

A gust of breeze blew, and his eyes flickered and reflected.

…

"Brother, brother, do I look good today?"

Eight-year-old Senwei jumped up in front of Senyue with her arms akimbo, showing off her New Year's clothes.

The robe is white with frost and snow, interspersed with red cardinal flags, shining like a fairy robe.

Senwei, who was already carved in pink and jade, became more and more cute, like a spiritual child in the fairy world.

"Haha, it looks good, it looks good." Senyue laughed, picked up her sister, and kept spinning her.

Amidst my sister's bell-like laughter, the joyful time gradually passed.

The mother and father beside them would look at them with smiles.

As for her younger sister, Sen Hui, she hugged her aunt's thigh tightly, leaned back slightly, and looked up at them.

Unlike other great saints in Xuanyu who had three wives and four concubines, they had a large harem.

His father, Hanwu Yazun, was cautious in his love affairs and had only one wife and one concubine. He was considered too alien by other great sages and was regarded as a Qingxiu.

Because of this, my father is extremely attentive to the education and training of each child.

If he doesn't want to join the world anymore, then let him roam freely in the mountains, be free and in harmony with the world.

If he wants to start practicing, he will look for the best Taoist scriptures to lay the foundation for him, and spend all his energy to baptize him.

He knew that his own talent and hard work were indispensable for him to step into the realm of the Young Master.

But my father's support is equally important.

In fact, this is the biggest factor that widens the huge gap between him and Su Dao, Guang Huang and others.

until……

"Crash..."

The clear spring in the mountain rotates again, rolling and surging, like a stormy wave hitting the shore, chaotic clouds rising up, and countless splashes of water.

Every drop of water reflects a fragmented picture, describing Senyue's decision.

…

"The long-cherished wish of our ancestors?"

"Compared to the Thunder Controlling Saint, comparable to the Immortal Taoist Master, and comparable to the Heaven-Eating Demon Emperor?"

At the age of fifteen, I was about to have my enlightenment.

On the eve of awakening, Senyue accepted the test under the watchful eyes of many elders of the Sen clan.

At that moment, under the protection of her father, Senyue didn't have to give an answer immediately.

From then on, he turned into a wandering wild crane, wandering freely among the mountains.

The sky that year was almost always blue, and the clear sky was always clear, with occasional appearances of divine rays and rainbow clouds.

Accompanying him were groups of ordinary white cranes.

They skimmed the water together, shuttled through the woods together, and jumped from high altitudes together.

hapiness.

very happy.

However, happiness always feels short-lived.

But the painful thing is heart-wrenching and unforgettable.

The years are ruthless, killing everything.

The white cranes around him either fell into the bear's paw, died in the tiger's mouth, or fell into the shark's mouth.

The first time these things happened, he would be sad, but he could barely convince himself.

Because he knew how powerful his father Camwu Yazun was.

It can be said that he will basically never encounter such a situation in his life.

However, as one old crane after another approached the end of its life in front of him, it gradually withered away.

At that time, his heart was a little confused.

In particular, a white crane he had raised since childhood withered away, staring at him with great reluctance.

At that moment, he panicked.

He suddenly realized that under the long sword of ruthless years, you can become an unparalleled hero and unparalleled in splendor.

In the end, you are just a handful of loess, dissipated in the wind.

It is like this for the supreme being, and it is like this for the ants at the bottom.

No one can escape, everyone must face death!

unless……

"Immortal Realm!" Senyue looked deeply.

The fairyland, or perhaps immortality, is the spiritual antidote he is looking for.

From that moment, deep in his heart, a black mist gradually grew.

In the end, under the attention of many clan elders, he resolutely took up the responsibility.

He wants to follow the path of an emperor, a path different from that of his father.

The crane is him!

The evil dragon is him!

He has always been him, Moriyue!

Just as he walked, he gradually discovered: "Every emperor is a loner. The more talented he is, the more powerful he is, the more so."

…

…

The clear springs in the mountains no longer rippled and swirled, but it was still peaceful.

Senyue lowered her eyes and silently stared at the water.

He saw his reflection, the crane at ease, and even the dark evil dragon under the crane.

Senyue murmured: "Am I alone?"

Not long after, his eyes turned cold and determined again.

With a bang, a ball of pink light mist formed, like a dream, as if reflecting all the beauty in the world, allowing everyone to see what they were thinking.

This pink light mist spread quickly and soon filled the mountain. It was particularly weird.

The secret of beautiful dreams is now under your control!

The next moment, Sen Yue turned his hands behind his back and looked into the distance.

In his mind, the figure of the Sun Dragon Girl immediately emerged.

As both young venerables of the time and the destiny of a region, they both carried too many things on their shoulders.

No one can lose, no one can afford to lose!

Once anyone fails in this competition, their accumulation will be completely cleared.

Start all over again?

No one lacks the courage to start all over again.

But on the road of cultivation, what people often fight for is that tiny opportunity.

Once missed, there will be no more opportunities.

In particular, there are new generation figures such as the Kunpeng Ancestor and the White Tiger Demon Lord, who are silently staring at their backs.

The Kunpeng Ancestor... Sen Yue's eyes became deep.

At this moment, he made a decision in his heart.

After his sister Sen Wei returns, he will teach Fang Yang the method of one orifice and two phases.

Doing so will benefit Fang Yang and himself.

He can continue to place Fang Yang within the range he can control.

Fang Yang can be his first general, following him in the east and west, and can even shift the situation of the dream battle.

The reason why he considered giving Fang Yang the method of two phases after his sister Sen Wei returned.

Because without his sister Sen Wei, he would have no one to check Fang Yang.

It's impossible to ask him to go on the field in person, right?

How could an emperor go down in person and fight with his ministers?

Of course, he can also use another sister, Sen Hui, to restrain Fang Yang.

But doing so will only alienate the people, arouse Fang Yang's hatred, and put his sister Sen Hui in a dilemma.

Even his father Hanwu will be disappointed in him.

"I am definitely not a lonely man."

Sen Yue's eyes were firm, reiterating his answer.

He wanted to enter the fairyland and become an immortal.

One day, if he became an immortal emperor, he would cut off this long river of time and drink the years with his own royal court!