The father Qin who came back from the dead [Jian San]

Nanming Mountain, Yuqiong Peak.

It was pale to the eye, the snow on the top of the peak did not melt all year round, it was so cold that there was no trace of human life, the space between the sky and the earth was vast, and there was a lingering chill that could not be dispelled.

At dawn, the first rays of the sun shone into Yuqiong Peak without any hindrance, but it couldn't bring the slightest bit of warmth here.

The cold here, like his master, came from his bones.

Amidst the ice and snow, a little ink color stood out. Leaning against the mountain wall, the sword cultivator who closed his eyes and did not let go of the long sword in his hand seemed to have fallen into a nightmare. His sharp eyebrows were tightly wrinkled, and his forehead was also covered with scars. There were fine beads of sweat.

Ah... green?

Unlike Yuqiong Peak, which is covered with ice and snow, that place is full of greenery, and the energy of life is extremely strong. Compared with Yuqiong Peak, a place where no one is close, it is as beautiful as a dream.

No... for him, it was just a dream there.

The young man sitting under the tree was like a high-quality Wen Yu. Even an ordinary student uniform couldn't hide his elegance. His long hair was scattered on his back like a waterfall. Just sitting there was enough to make people dazzled.

Raise your glass and look at the blue sky with white eyes, as bright as a jade tree before the wind.

The young man raised the wine bottle in his hand, and said something to the black-clothed Jianxiu not far away with his eyebrows bent, while the black-clothed Jianxiu just nodded to the young man's words, sipped the fine wine in the wine bottle and listened to the young man's speech, hiding in his eyes Subtle pampering.

"It took such a long time to leave such an altar, today there is no one else, just the two of us, do you want to try it?"

Pointing to the wine jars that were randomly placed on the ground, the young man's eyes were reddish, and there seemed to be a little drunk in his eyes, which made people unable to move his eyes away compared to the warmth when he was sober.

Moving his fingers, the black-clothed swordsman nodded subconsciously, and even wanted to reach out to touch the young man's body.

However, in the next moment, the scene of drinking and talking disappeared, replaced by a dark sky and a thunderbolt shining brightly in the sky.

The vibrant mountain became scorched black under the thunder, and then, the jade-like young man was surrounded by evil spirits and couldn't see his expression clearly, and then——disappeared in ashes!

Xinghe, Zhuo Xinghe, why didn't you save me?

I did not collude with evil cultivators, no, why did you listen to what he said alone?

why?

Still unable to see the man's face, but feeling his helplessness from the bottom of his heart, the black-clothed sword cultivator placed his hand in mid-air, and finally put it down slumped.

Ah Ching!

He opened his eyes suddenly, and in an instant, the aura of ecstasy flew snowflakes all over the sky with the strong wind at the top of the mountain. The hand holding the sword was bruised. The man in black looked around, pursed his lips, and let the cold Snowflakes hit him.

I haven't fallen into a dream for a long time, I didn't expect to fall into a dream again, but to experience the despair of Ah Qing's accident again.

Except for the first few years of being muddled, he stayed here at Yuqiong Peak for a long time. He practiced day and night, completely separating himself from the outside world, without flaws, cold and ruthless, like the ice and snow on the peak that has not melted for a thousand years , I can't even feel the temperature of being a human being.

If I had the strength I have now, how could Ah Qing be confused, and be criticized after death? In the end, he was still incompetent.

The senior brother in charge asked himself to wait, but when will he be able to wait for him back?

Why doesn't he want to investigate clearly what happened back then?

Even if he will lose his life in the future, so what, without Ah Qing, what is the use of his life?

Ah Qing will come back, he will come back!

Over the years, he watched helplessly as the person who killed Ah Qing rose to fame but could do nothing. He hated it, of course he hated it.

If possible, he would also like to let Chu Xufeng taste the punishment of heaven. How can he be worthy of Ah Qing's careful care over the years for a pious fellow?

Chu Xufeng, Shen Changming, those who harmed Ah Qing back then, he didn't want to let go of any of them!

Bowing his head towards the front, Zhuo Xinghe couldn't see any vitality on his body, just like a puppet, powerful but lifeless.

He doesn't need to take revenge, he doesn't need to cause trouble for Wan Fazong, he doesn't need to go out in Yuqiong Peak for hundreds of years.

You can do whatever you want, as long as Ah Qing can come back again, so what if you can endure it for another 200 years?

As long as Ah Qing can come back.

He only wants Ah Qing to come back.

But...it's been so many years, Ah Qing, why haven't you come back?

Feeling powerless in his heart, Zhuo Xinghe walked step by step in the ice and snow, he was about to be unable to hold on anymore.

The inner demon had already been planted on the day when Ah Qing passed away. He didn't know what he would do after he completely lost his sanity. He just wanted to wait for that person to return.

The state that can be easily entered on weekdays is not so simple today. Once again retracting the swung sword, Zhuo Xinghe stood there frowning.

For a long time, not sure if the burst of heat coming from his chest was an illusion, Zhuo Xinghe's fingers trembled a little, and then carefully took out the jade pendant that was placed close to his body.

The bright white jade pendant gave off a faint light, which was extraordinarily faint in the snow, but just this little light made him wait for a full 200 years.

After a while, Yupei returned to its original state again, and Zhuo Xinghe... was no longer seen on Yuqiong Peak.

Dongfang, Qing Yunhai, his Ah Qing is back!

He didn't care about his aura, didn't consider whether there would be accidents on the road, and didn't care about anything, from Nanming Mountain to Hanminggang, until he reached the place where Mu Changge first appeared, Zhuo Xinghe finally stopped.

He stopped and took a look around, then closed his eyes to feel the aura fluctuations around him, yes, this is it.

Sword Qi poured out from his body uncontrollably, scaring away the monster cultivators who finally had the courage to come back, Zhuo Xinghe opened his eyes, and his body quickly disappeared in place.

The sword qi is lingering, pointing directly at the sky.

Those who will reach Hanminggang in this way, except for the one from Nanmingshan who doesn't think about it, the few people in the barrier look up and look outside, and then do what they have to do.

Oh, a little faster than expected.

Before the letter was delivered, the man had already arrived.

Also aware of the changes outside, Mu Changge clutched his chest, feeling a strange feeling in his heart, who is it?

My heart was suddenly overwhelmed by strong emotions, anticipation, nervousness, and a trace of grievance that was not easy to detect.

Who will this person be?

Slowly passing through the barrier, Zhuo Xinghe saw Mu Changge under the tree at a glance. He was handsome and handsome, just like the jade-like youth back then.

In an instant, Mu Qing, who was shattered under the punishment of heaven, and Mu Changge under the tree with picturesque eyebrows overlapped. Zhuo Xinghe stood there, not daring to take a step forward.