C64 Mood Comprehension

A cool breeze blew through the verdant forest. No one knew where it came from or where it would disappear to. It was like a brief meeting between a person and a group of people. You could not understand his past, nor did you know where he would disappear to. There were only faint traces of what had happened in the past.

Teng Xiao Yun lay there quietly. If one did not look carefully, he would seem like a sleeping person taking a nap. Only his pale face made people understand the fact that life had already dissipated.

In the blink of an eye, one day and two nights passed. Zuo Feng maintained the same position as he knelt beside Teng Xiao Yun, staring blankly at him. The two lines of blood at the corners of his eyes proved that he was crying to the point of tears.

At this moment, he was like a wooden sculpture, a shell that had lost its soul. Even his own life seemed to be on the verge of passing away. Zuo Feng's current state was without any defense. If a wild beast appeared, even the weakest kind would be able to easily kill him.

But strangely, not a single beast appeared here, and one could not even hear a single roar nearby. This situation was very strange, but Zuo Feng didn't care about anything in the surroundings. At first, he was sad and resentful, but later, he gradually fell into confusion. Now, both his body and mind were empty. He was as wooden as a zombie.

Zuo Feng's dazed state continued until he felt a few scratches on his arm. His sluggish eyes finally tried to move down slightly, only to see a small beetle.

The beetle was very small, almost a size smaller than Zuo Feng's fingernail. At this moment, the little beetle was crawling on the hair on Zuo Feng's arm with great difficulty. The tiny hairs on its body were like obstacles to the beetle, but it kept moving forward. Occasionally, it would stop on its arm and absorb the dew on Zuo Feng's arm.

Zuo Feng stared at the beetle until it reached the back of Zuo Feng's hand, where it lay on the ground. At this moment, Zuo Feng's mind was blank as he stared at the tiny creature. His palm was pressed against the grass on the ground, and the grass had passed through the gaps between his fingers and was scattered around the edge of his palm.

The little beetle seemed to feel that the grass in front of him was different from the places he had previously walked on. As a result, it hovered around Zuo Feng's arm, sometimes wanting to rush into the grass, sometimes wanting to crawl back into Zuo Feng's arm. After hovering for a while, the little beetle stopped moving.

At the moment, its two invisible front legs were resting on a blade of grass, while its back feet rested on Zuo Feng's hands. He seemed to be observing the situation in front of him, trying his best to muster up courage.

Finally, the beetle's body moved again. This time, it no longer hesitated like before, but continued to climb on top of the leaves. It was clearly more difficult for it to walk through the grass. It had to expend a lot of effort to climb from one blade of grass to the next. Although it almost fell to the ground several times, it still persisted in walking on the grass.

However, just as it was crawling from one blade of grass to the other, it accidentally fell to the ground. Zuo Feng's eyes finally started to show a trace of focus, and that little beetle finally attracted Zuo Feng's attention.

This was because not long after the small beetle entered the grass, it had attracted the attention of a slightly larger beetle. This slightly larger beetle had a pair of large pincers growing on its head, and those pincers were almost the size of a small beetle's body.

The moment the small beetle landed on the ground, it also discovered the large beetle. The intense battle began immediately, and the situation almost immediately turned into a one-sided battle. Although the small beetle tried its best to resist and attack, it was unable to endure for long before its body was snapped by the giant pincer. Even so, the small beetle's body that was split in half was still incessantly digging. This was its last struggle to survive.

At this moment, Zuo Feng's gaze was deeply attracted by the battle between the two bugs. This was something he had never done before, and his heart was also filled with questions.

'Why am I unwilling to leave, is it because I can't let go of Master? He was afraid of death, afraid that he would follow in his master's footsteps. Absolutely not. What he was afraid of was definitely not the fear of death. But if it isn't death, then what is it? ' Zuo Feng closed his eyes, and at the next moment, he thought back to that hesitant little beetle.

He suddenly opened his eyes, but in his heart, he clearly understood the answer to the question. It was the unknown. He didn't know what his future path would be. It was the fear of the unknown.

Teng Xiao Yun's death caused him to be extremely sad. Because he lost control of his emotions, his heart was at a loss. At the same time, he felt uncertain about his future. Especially after hearing everything that had happened with Teng Xiao Yun, the mental pressure that he felt as if he couldn't escape his fate erupted at the same time, causing him to fall into a deep fear that he wouldn't be able to control in the future.

This feeling of fear would make him even more confused, and confusion would cause the fear in his heart to swell. For the past two days and nights, his heart had been carrying out this vicious cycle of negative emotions until the appearance of this beetle with its body broken.

The beetle struggled desperately, its body still rolling around in two halves. It could be said to be struggling for nothing, but the light green blood continued to flow in all directions. Zuo Feng sighed in his heart. The little beetle's hesitant look appeared once again. In the end, it resolutely chose to take that brave step forward. However, the result was the struggle in front of it.

Just as Zuo Feng was about to retract his gaze, his pupils suddenly contracted. He saw the small beetle struggling and splashing green blood all over the place while attracting a small, ant-like insect.

After the ant-like insect discovered the green blood, it quickly gathered its companions. In a short moment, a dozen ants like worms gathered over. As soon as they came over, they began to snatch the bodies of the small beetles. Soon after, they began to fight with the beetles with large pincers.

At this moment, Zuo Feng also understood the meaning of the beetle's desperate struggle. At this moment, he also remembered the scene of himself running around in the forest and provoking hordes of beasts to attack the grey-clothed group. At that time, he was just like this little beetle. Even if he could not save his master, he had to make this group of grey robed men die with him. Even if it was his own death, he would not regret it in the face of these two powerful forces.

The battle between the bugs quickly ended. Although the beetle with the claw was slightly larger, it was still unable to withstand the constant attacks from the ant-like bugs. Like the beetle, it ultimately died. Watching the two beetle corpses being dragged away by the victors, Zuo Feng seemed to have a glimmer of understanding in his heart. This kind of understanding was different from his comprehension of martial skills, but it was his understanding of nature.

In this world, every life was considered weak for existences stronger than him. However, no matter how weak they were, they had the faith to struggle and survive, even if they had the fate of unavoidable death.

In the face of such a dangerous future, even a small beetle would bravely move forward, not to mention himself as a practitioner of the body. Since he couldn't survive against such a powerful existence, he would work hard to make himself stronger.

"When I am not strong enough, I can use the environment and all sorts of conditions to achieve my desired goal." 'Master said that I have great talent and limitless potential. He believes that it is possible for me to stand at the peak of this world.

At this moment, Zuo Feng's entire body seemed to be brimming with power, as if he was standing at the peak of the world, stepping on all obstacles. At this moment, Zuo Feng's mental state had undergone a tremendous change. Before this, he had always believed that he could work hard in cultivation to strengthen himself and protect all his family and friends from harm.

However, his earlier comprehension of nature had caused a drastic change in his state of mind. At this moment, he already had the heart of a powerhouse. At this moment, not only was he working hard for his family and friends, he was also working hard for himself, living for his own survival, and becoming stronger.

Even he could feel that his heart seemed to have become more complete. In his heart, other than protecting himself, he also had the determination to reach the peak.

He looked at Teng Xiao Yun again and kowtowed three times. He finally understood why Teng Xiao Yun told him about his past at the last moment and not just the origin of the mysterious stone block.

In fact, his master already saw that Zuo Feng's heart only had the protection of his family and friends, but he didn't have the ambition that a warrior should have. This ambition was not the ambition to rule over the entire world. It was the ambition of the strong to strengthen their own hearts and allow themselves to stand at the peak of martial artists.

Zuo Feng had truly experienced the painstaking efforts of his master. He was confident in himself, being able to wake up from his grief and understand the meaning behind this last conversation.

A light breeze blew past, revealing a skinny youth with long black hair fluttering behind his head. The teenager calmly looked at a new grave in front of him. It was Teng Shaoyun's grave.

Listening to his Master's story, he already knew that his original name was Teng Wu. Teng Five's real name couldn't be considered to be his real name. He could only be a codename in his previous organization, so Zuo Feng still carved the words "Master Teng Xiao Yun" on a wooden board.

Zuo Feng had been sitting there quietly for the whole day. The sun was setting in the sky and it had turned orange. Zuo Feng stared at the wooden tablet in his hand with Teng Xiao Yun's name engraved on it.

After his previous comprehension, his eyes were no longer dull and unfocused. There was only a strong reluctance in his eyes. The reason he wasn't willing to leave for another day was because he felt that his previous absent-minded appearance didn't count as accompanying his master at all.

The day's worth of time was now when he was truly by his master's side. He wanted to talk to his master for the last time. However, he had already sobbed until his throat became hoarse, and now, he was completely unable to speak. In his heart, he repeated what he wanted to say.

As the last rays of sunlight faded away, the night finally arrived. Zuo Feng slowly stood up and took one last look at the new grave before using his already hoarse voice to utter a few words. His voice was as unpleasant as metal rubbing against each other, and only five words could be vaguely distinguished.

"Master, I'm leaving."