Nine Desolation Youth Tour

Starry sky, never the sun.

People say that the long night is a symbol of evil, and there is a reason for that.Darkness is the best hiding place for all unbearables. The filthy people bury their sins in the darkness and get a blessing; the fallen people sell their soul shells to the night to find a shelter.

Ruan Chongsheng was lying on the soft couch, looking straight out of the window, the dark clouds gradually surrounded the stars, the sky is still the sky, and every little bit of starlight is as precious as the misty rain in the north of Saipan and the snow in the south of the Yangtze River, even if it is only a flash in the pan, fleeting .

A master who is addicted to alcohol.

The aunt who loves beauty as much as life.

Gone.

It's all gone.

In this world, he is really the only one left alone.

He has been lying here motionless for half a month.

"Would you like something to eat?" Concubine Qin stood beside him silently, asking the question she had repeated countless times in half a month, but still did not get a response.

She sighed and was about to pull away when suddenly there was an extremely hoarse voice behind her: "Wait a minute."

Ruan Chongsheng still maintained a motionless posture looking out of the window. This person who used to laugh and scold Hu Tianhai now looks like a walking dead. It seems that the only thing he can look forward to is death.

Qin Feiji looked at him, obviously with no ups and downs in her expression, but she seemed to hear the burning cries through those empty eyes.

But in fact, since Pei Huizheng's Luo Lingxin died at his hands until now, he has not shed a single tear.

He said: "I want to see..." He took a deep breath, and even smiled slowly: "...Mother."

In the past half a month, Ji Ji has been here several times, but this is the first time that they have really seen each other's face clearly.

She is a very beautiful woman, extremely coquettish, with an indescribable beauty that cannot be described in words in the world, and her gestures are extremely beautiful, it is not uncommon for anyone to be crazy about her.

——Even the Tsing Yi Jun who is known as No. 1 in the Nine Desolations.

When you see her, you will have an idea that such a person does have the capital to make Ruan Tianzong, the son of heaven, indulge in it and kill himself.

He was no stranger to this face, because he had met once in Jinling Jiaoer Forest.

"Shengsheng, come to Auntie." She waved.

She looked at this face and sighed: "It's not like me, nor like Ruan Lang."

Ruan Chongsheng avoided her hand.

Ji Ji looked at him, but didn't care, but said softly: "Shengsheng, now you are finally back with Auntie. Everyone in Tianjiuhuang is not a good person, so don't feel sad for them."

Ruan Chongsheng didn't say a word.

"Shengsheng, why don't you look at me?" She tilted her head, her always winking eyes were filled with genuine doubts, "Could it be because of that Pei San and Gao Lingxin? They are not good people, They all have plans. Only I will really treat you well, because I am your mother."

Pei Huizheng and Luo Lingxin.

These two names fell on my heart, like two sharp knives.

He lowered his head, his whole body was trembling slightly, his face buried in the shadows could not see the expression, but the side of his exposed cheeks was full of abnormal paleness: "...I was down and out on the street back then. My aunt took me home, gave me rich clothes and food, taught me to read and write, taught me what I had learned all my life, taught me how to be a human being, gave me money, and cared for me for ten years."

"The first book in my life was the "Nine Desolation Illustrated Book" handed to me by my aunt; the first weapon was a wooden sword cut for me by my master; Blood beads; the first weapon is Hu Yang Hu Yue, which Master worked so hard to find..."

"But now, my master and aunt are gone."

Ruan Chongsheng raised his head and looked at her, half crying and half smiling: "Madam, mother, in my nearly 19 years of life, which part of the road have you accompanied? What kind of care and concern did you do? Now I finally You wish to fall into Yuntiandu, and you still say such a thing?!"

The word "mother" brought him nothing but disaster and heart-wrenching blood.

"...But all of this is because of Jiuhuang, because of your father."

Ji Ji hugged her child from behind, and sighed infatuatedly: "...It really is the seed that Ruan Lang left for me. He has a temper like him. He always loves to make things difficult for me, and refuses to think for me from my point of view. think."

"..." Ruan Chongsheng tried to struggle, but needless to say the result.It was Ji Ji who sat back by herself, and he had to catch his breath.

She used to sit on the throne that belonged to Yi Shansui, but Yayin Palace has long since changed hands.

Times have changed, and things have changed.

Ruan Chongsheng looked at Jiji who was smiling while resting her chin, and asked, "In your eyes, what is my father like?"

"He...he's pretty good, I like him." Ji Ji bit her fingertips, and the bright red Koudan was also in her mouth, she giggled: "He is my husband."

The witch has no heart.

It turns out that the legendary love, which is vigorous, transcends the tolerance of heaven and earth, and righteousness of life and death, is finally such an understatement.

As if seeing through Ruan Chongsheng's thoughts, she said: "I hate him, of course I hate him. When I was giving birth, he threw me to the group of people who wanted my life; he planned with others to take my child away, secretly I was handed over to outsiders to be raised; in order to live up to my teacher and the oath he gave me at the beginning, he gave me a sword and forced me to die with him. Should I hate him?"

When Ji Ji said that, she laughed even more happily, looking at her and the man's child in the conversation, with a deep expression, "Sheng Sheng, in some ways, you really look like him."

Ruan Chongsheng raised his wrist and looked at her: "What is this?"

"The name is 'Gossamer', don't worry, this is very common in Yuntian." Ji Ji was not surprised that he found what he had implanted in him so quickly, and even felt a little happy, like a mother who is genuinely happy for her son's intelligence .

Ruan Chongsheng gritted his teeth, "What is this? A poison that manipulates people?!"

She tilted her head, as if she didn't like this idea, but she still admitted: "It should be calculated in this way. It's okay, as long as you get through this day, your practice will be much faster in the future, and it is not hopeless to go a long way."

Ruan Chongsheng moved away immediately, and his blood flowed profusely.But the pain continued to hurt, without any effect, the red thread still spread along his meridians, and quickly climbed to his neck, a faint red spot appeared in his throat, and it disappeared in a flash.

"I never believed in talent, nor did I believe in shortcuts." He said every word: "I believe in myself!"

Jiji said affectionately: "Silly boy, Auntie is helping you. Without the help of 'Yousi', how could you beat your uncle?"

In the sky, there are clouds and mountains, pavilions and water, deer and fish, birds and flowers.

Mu Yaoshuang stood outside Penglai Jiangxinzhou, pear blossoms rustled down.

She said softly: "Master Li has tried his best."

Lord Yinyang came slowly from the cloud of smoke, unable to discern his expression.

Ever since he vomited a mouthful of blood that day, he hasn't said a word for a long time.

Behind the misty clouds, Li Huicuo was still guarding in front of a wooden coffin.

Someone kept telling him: "Ruan Chongsheng fell into the devil voluntarily."

Jin Chonghua raised his eyes and remained silent.

Mu Yaoshuang followed behind him, speaking in a low voice, "This is also the only way to survive."

Jin Chonghua smiled, and suddenly said: "I will leave for a while."

Mu Yaoshuang: "Are you going to Yuntiandu?!"

There was only silence in response to her.

"...Jin Chonghua, think clearly! The last person who can't set foot in Yuntiandu today is you!"

"Then what if I strip off the aura?"

"Crazy...you are really crazy."

She said in a trembling voice: "Your hundred years of cultivation is just like a shoestring?"

"No regrets." He said, "I promised him that no matter what, he would not be left alone."

"Jin Chonghua! Don't forget that you are the master of Yinyang Mansion, and your duty is to keep the peace. You are not just Jin Chonghua of Penglai Xiandao, you are not just... not just his senior brother ..."

"I always thought you were a calm person."

"I never was, but you don't know." She said, "Just like I never knew, so you are not really a cold person."

She looked deeply at the person in front of her, "Are you really unable to see through?"

"I won't leave him alone." Jin Chonghua said lightly: "Even if he has a great sin, I will bear it with him."

"He is already the target of the Nine Desolations!"

"Shaking Cream." Jin Chonghua said to her, "I don't care."

Yinyang Shangjun, Yinyang Shangjun, Dongze Tianyi, Yin and Yang Shangming.He is the youngest Shangjun of Tiangang Jiuhuang.Looking at the world of comprehension, how many daughters don't admire the Lord Yinyang who stands up high, and how many daughters don't want Fengguanxia wearing colorful clouds, wading through Yanlingdu gracefully, and staying in Yinyang Mansion?

But Yinyang Shangjun is not just Yinyang Shangjun.He is Jin Chonghua, the only son of Tianzu and Fairy Lianzhen. He looks like an adult when he opens his mind.Except for Cangwu Tianyunlan, there is no one in the world worthy of his bloodline.

But with great power comes great responsibility.

Jin Chonghua may not be able to live for himself, but he wants to be crazy for Ruan Chongsheng.

"As soon as I had divine consciousness, I accepted half of the inheritance from my father and mother. They gave me half of the power, and used the other half to maintain the stability of the heaven and earth, and then my soul flew away."

When he said these words, his expression was still very stable, without any emotional fluctuations: "I have never grown up, and I don't know much about the emotions and desires of ordinary people."

He lost his father and mother at birth, became the so-called Yinyang Shangjun, and was taken to Penglai to practice by strangers, and it took several years in a blink of an eye.But in this hundred years of loneliness, there is only one person of a different color.

He has many words that he will not resort to speaking.Maybe it's because the child's eyes looking up at the moon are too lonely, maybe it's because the young man's horse riding in the lake is too high-spirited, or maybe it's just that one day, the wind of the sword blows by, and the mood moves instantly.

When a thought moves your heart, you don't think about right or wrong.

"You really don't regret it?"

For a Ruan Chongsheng, he gave up the fate engraved in his bones, and gave up his reputation for a lifetime.

Jin Chonghua shook his head.

He doesn't regret it, how could he regret it.

Meeting this person is the only color in his boring life, his yearning, and his knot.

He is the green hill, and he is the bright moon.