[Yang Jian] Who says you can't fall in love

Fu Xu wiped his hand on the tattered and messy skirt of his clothes, shook his head in disbelief, moved his body in the opposite direction, and said, "How is this possible? How can my father, who is a god of war, take Someone else's spine as a weapon? And after the death, I specially left it for my daughter..."

This is too disgusting...

If what Yuqian said is true, then what she has never left her body for hundreds of years and has always regarded as a treasure is... the spine stripped from blood and flesh?

Yu Qian looked at her strangely: "Who told you that this is Feng Lin's weapon? It was specially reserved for you?"

"Ma'am."

Speaking of this, she suddenly thought that when Nuwa gave her the golden whip, she didn't seem to tell her directly that it was used by her father.

Nu Wa only said: "This golden whip was obtained by your father. It was forged by Jiang Rong with the fire of Nirvana and supplemented by the golden flowing burning stone at the end of the sky. They didn't leave it to you. What, you just take good care of this."

Seeing Fuxu's dazed expression, Yuqian sneered and said: "The battle between the dragon and the phoenix shook the world that year, my father fought Feng Lin for seven whole days, and in the end Feng Lin was no match for him, so he had to be introduced to the Phoenix Terrace. "He paused for a while, narrowed his eyes, and his eyes were suddenly full of murderous intent, "Oh, you Phoenix clan are so worried about the world's common people, the ten elders are willing to use themselves as a team, burn their lives to sacrifice fire... and arrested me , was imprisoned in the formation, forcing my father to go into the formation to save me. In the end they trapped him and burned him to death in Phoenix Terrace."

"But God has eyes, my father died, and Feng Lin couldn't survive. And hundreds of years later, the Phoenix family has all responded to the catastrophe, and it can be regarded as retribution." He seemed to be indifferent. After saying these words, there was a gleam in the corner of his eyes.

Thinking of the past, an unknown smile gradually appeared on his face.He lowered his voice, and let out a low, suppressed laughter in his throat, which became more and more crazy. "However, this retribution is far from enough."

"After my father's death, the Zulong clan was condemned by the heavens, and the innocent clan members were almost wiped out." He looked at her and asked, "What do you think, how should this account be settled?"

Seeing that Fuxu was just staring at him blankly without any reaction, he couldn't help feeling angry—he grew into a devil in dire straits, how could she be so well protected by Nuwa?

Obviously, the source of the catastrophe at the beginning was Phoenix, those Phoenixes who thought they were the saviors of the world!

The sword he casually threw by his hand seemed to have sensed the master's anger, and the blade vibrated suddenly, accompanied by a deep buzzing sound.

The dazed Fuxu was awakened by the buzzing sound, she came back to her senses, looked at Yuqian whose gaze seemed to be soaked in a violent storm, and the something wrong that she had faintly felt just now burst out of her mind like a sprouting seed— —

Both Nuwa and Bixia revealed in a few words that her parents were very kind to Yuqian, so how could they allow the clansmen to use Yuqian's life as a bargaining chip?

What's more, the father is a god of war, and the mother is the patriarch of the clan. They each have their own pride. How can they use a child as a threat?

After Yuqian finished speaking, he closed his eyes, stopped arranging his thoughts, and went to meditate to heal his wounds.

Fu Xu looked away, sat back to the original position, hugged his legs, put his chin on his knees, and was silently lost in thought, not knowing how to respond.

After the fire was turned off, the cave returned to deathly silence.

***

Ever since Ye Yuqian shattered the Dinghai Pearl with his sword, he was seriously injured and Zhao Gongming and his party were not much better.

The merchant soldiers in the battle circle were dead and maimed, and the people closest to Dinghaizhu had no magic power and were directly blasted into corpses.

The Shang army suffered heavy casualties, Wen Zhong and Zhao Gongming were seriously injured and had to retreat several miles.

The place is full of stumps, the ground is stained red with blood, the trees in the distance are bare, and the branches are scattered all over the mountain, full of holes.

Seeing this tragic scene in mid-air, the three sons of the Li family were all startled. The strong smell of blood floated into their noses, causing the three of them to retch.

Nezha stepped on the Hot Wheels, holding the fire-pointed wooden warehouse in one hand, and pinching his nose in the other, hesitant to go down, and said to the two elder brothers in a low voice, "What happened here? How could it be so...horrible?"

With a solemn expression, Jin Zha landed first and walked among the corpses: "When Ah Fu, Yao Jiao and Zhao Gongming fought here that night, they must have destroyed some kind of magic weapon, causing the mana stored in the magic weapon to explode. It’s just that I can’t figure out what magic weapon has such power...” Before he finished speaking, he suddenly remembered what Taoist Ran Deng had said before he left, “By the way, what the master said, Zhao Gongming What is the name of the treasure?"

"Dinghaizhu." Mu Zha continued, dragging Nezha, who was full of confusion, and flew towards Qishan, "Zhao Gongming and Wen Zhong are not dead, and Ah Fu should be fine. Brother, you watch here first, My third brother and I went to Qishan to have a look."

"Okay, remember to be careful."

"Do not worry."

The dense forest was severely damaged that night, as if it had been hit by hailstones formed by the Tianhe River, and the trees became bald, and the trees were full of wilting breath.The two walked a long way along the mountain, but did not find any useful news.

When he came to a sunken mountain wall, Mu Zha felt strange in his heart, stopped and observed patiently.Nezha was about to follow, but at this moment, his eyes blurred, as if he saw something flashing by.

He rubbed his eyes and took a closer look, who was it if it wasn't Yang Jian in front of him?

Shouldn't Senior Brother Yang recuperate in the prime minister's mansion?He was puzzled, and called out casually: "Brother?"

Yang Jian turned his head to signal him, and then continued to ponder the trees near him.

Nezha walked over and said worriedly, "Brother, why did you come out? The wound..."

"It's just a small injury, it's okay." Yang Jian sighed, "Have you found any clues?"

His face was full of fatigue, his face was still pale, and his lips were bloodless.The neck was not bandaged—or maybe he thought it was cumbersome, so he tore off the bandage, exposing two bloody holes in front of Nezha.But Yang Jian's eyes are still burning, mixed with worry, anxiety and self-blame.

Nezha suddenly thought of his parents.

His mother gave birth to him after three years of pregnancy. He was born smarter and naughtier than ordinary children, so he was always called a "monster" when he was a child.No one likes to play with him, adults don't want to get close to him, even his own father doesn't like to see him.Being spoiled by his mother, he became more and more naughty and rebellious, always getting into trouble.Seeing him like this, his father disliked him more and more, and began to show a serious face to his doting mother.

He also once asked his mother: "Obviously you are also very capable, why do you always follow him and suffer from this anger?"

His mother smiled and replied: "There are still many things in this world that you have not yet understood. In the future, when you have a girl you like, a child you love, and a family you care about, you will understand the heart of your parents."

Later he found out, bound his mother, called love.

He originally thought that the love between a man and a woman is the most useless thing in the world, like a rope that binds a fairy—it can't tie people, it can't tie demons, and it's designed to deal with gods.But how many of the real immortals will make mistakes and need to use the immortal rope?

And right now it seems—

"Nezha?"

Nezha stared at Yang Jian for a long time, but didn't answer him.Yang Jian was uncomfortable with his inexplicable gaze, so he couldn't hold back, and called him.

Mu Zha walked up to Nezha, first signaled to Yang Jian, and then punched him hard: "Are you looking for clues as agreed? What are you thinking? You've been standing there for a long time."

Nezha scratched his head, and said, "Actually, I think Ah Fu might not be here anymore. There is nothing to see here, and there is nowhere to hide people. We searched in the sky first, and then came down to search again. Didn't you find any figure?"

"No, she must still be here." Yang Jian's voice trembled slightly, he shook his head firmly and said, "Look at this place." He raised his hand, covered the mountain wall with his hand, wiped it lightly, and turned his palm to face Brother Nezha.

——His palm was covered with dark red ash.

"This is..." Mu Zha looked horrified, "dried blood?"

Yang Jian nodded silently.

"I checked everything nearby, and only this mountain wall has traces of blood, and the damage to the tree is even higher." He knelt down, picked up some soil, put it under his nose and sniffed it gently, "I guess , They fought fiercely in front, but for some reason, a powerful magic weapon exploded. Then someone immediately cast an enchantment to protect themselves, and flew here, but they couldn't withstand the power of the magic weapon. The barrier exploded, blood splattered, and the tree was hit twice."

Nezha tensed his body involuntarily, and said, "The bloodstains and the marks of heavy blows all stop here... Could it be that the man disappeared out of thin air?"

"No, maybe that person hid in something in order to avoid the mana attack. But there are trees and mountains here, where can he hide?"

As soon as these words came out, the three of them were all taken aback for a moment, looked at each other for a while, and moved their eyes to the mountain wall in front of them.

The wind was rustling, Nezha looked at the faintly blood-stained mountain wall, swallowed, his fingers couldn't help trembling, finally he clenched his fist fiercely, gritted his teeth and said: "Senior Brother Yang, it seems that this person is seriously injured, even if he is not dead. , is not much better than death. If it is Ah Fu, can she survive until we find her..."

Yang Jian closed his eyes, rubbed the center of his brows, and showed his fatigue: "I have a hunch that this blood is not hers."

Hearing what he said, Nezha was quietly relieved.

"But, do you still remember that gray-robed man who suddenly appeared when Zhao Gongming came to declare war?"

"Remember." Nezha frowned, "The monster is powerful and extremely difficult to deal with. Was he there that night?"

"Well." Yang Jian said, "and he came here just for Ah Fu, but I don't understand their grievances. Right now, what we can be sure of is that everyone present was injured, whether Ah Fu was killed by himself or not. Trapped in one place, or with him, is very dangerous."

When he mentioned this, the flame of hope that was so easily ignited by the few people was like a low-quality candle in the prime minister's mansion, flickered a few times, and then went out again.