Remember the glorious years of redemption of Hei Lian

The wind dissipated.

Everything returned to calm, and everything turned into ruins.

An Xichen and Feng Manlou fought evenly, and they both suffered losses.Feng Manlou had a hole in his chest made alive by him, and he was also treated badly by Feng Manlou's wind technique. The corners of his mouth were soaked with blood, and his body was covered with mud. Yes, it must have been thrown to the ground.

But he is still calm and composed, even if the eyes of the audience are almost glued to him.

No one dared to speak, and An Xichen was also silent.

He lowered his head and raised his hand to look at the dirt on his palm.

He cannot escape.

Of course he knew he couldn't escape, but he didn't intend to escape either.He is indeed destined for this fate, but he does not deserve to die, nor can he die.

No one stood behind him before, but now there is Qiao Xishui behind him.

Relying on this, he can stand here more firmly than before, straightening his back.

If you can't escape, then face it.

They said that he deceived teachers and exterminated ancestors, that he was covered in dirt, that he was a traitor and that he was crazy.

An Xichen really felt that he was not clean.But he knew that Qiao Xishui was clean, he was as clean as the bright moon in the sky, spotless.

So he understands, he knows he has to break out, he has to tell everyone that he is not crazy, not a traitor, he has wronged, although he is not clean, but at least he is not that dirty, at least he is entitled to love Qiao Xishui.

For this, he can fight everything and overcome everything until he breaks through the darkness.

An Xichen looked at Shen Yan, who had half of his sword crushed by Feng Manlou, and then turned his head to look at the broken blade on the ground.

almost.

As if Shen Yan had heard what he was thinking, the broken sword blades suddenly floated slowly into the air, and each piece of the broken blade was wrapped with a few traces of the black spiritual energy of the demon cultivator, slowly drifting towards An Xichen past.

An Xichen raised his hand and lightly threw Shen Yan's sword hilt.The hilt of the sword slowly floated into the air like this, and the cracked blades slowly attached the remaining blades like this.

The broken Shen Yanjian just spontaneously repaired itself.

"Wow," Liu Wuxuan's eyes glowed, and he couldn't help sighing, "Brother, this is so convenient, it saves money for sword repair! I also want to—"

"You want a fart." Liu Wusheng gave him a blank look, and interrupted him, "The weapon refining method of the demon cultivator is made by people, you go and try it, and see if I don't blow your head away."

Liu Wuxuan: "...I don't want it anymore, it would be nice to spend some money."

After saying these two or three sentences, Shen Yanjian had already finished cultivating himself, and obediently returned to An Xichen's hands.An Xichen stretched out his hand and flicked his sleeve, and Shen Yanjian dissipated into a wisp of black smoke and flew into his sleeve.

After doing this, An Xichen reached out to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, turned his head and looked around, and saw Qiao Xishui.

Fang Ximing was still holding his arm, probably because he was afraid that he would be blown away by the strong wind just now.And Qiao Xishui was holding a cold corpse tightly in his arms, and was looking at him blankly.

That's the way this man looks innocent and dazed when there's no expression on his face.

When An Xichen was about to walk over, Liu Wusheng coughed suddenly.

An Xichen had no choice but to stand still, frowning, a little dissatisfied.

Liu Wusheng chose to ignore the unhappy look he cast, and shouted, "Fang Ximing."

Fang Ximing was called, and immediately responded: "Yes."

"Go to contact the heads of other immortal sects." Liu Wusheng said, "Let them break the Sheng sect, right now."

Fang Ximing was stunned for a moment, and immediately understood what Liu Wusheng wanted to do, and also why he didn't rush to stop Fengmanlou when he wanted to destroy this place, and why he insisted on keeping these villagers to watch the fun.

Duanshengmen was in ruins, and all the people saw that it was An Xichen who stopped Fengmanlou and gave him a blow that killed him.

It sounds absurd to say that An Xichen was framed and persecuted by others, but there are so many people who testify, and Liu Wusheng has a good reputation in the world of immortal cultivation, so the credibility is naturally multiplied several times.

After Fang Ximing figured it out, he immediately said "go right away", then turned around and went to get the sound transmission talisman.

After Liu Wusheng finished speaking, he turned his head and glanced at the villagers who were still laughing and joking, and saw that they had just got up from the ground, each of them was shaking and dizzy, and some were still shivering from the electric shock.

But luckily it's all right.

Liu Wusheng probably guessed that this would be the case, and turned his head to look at the few remaining attics in the ruins.

Wangyou Pavilion still stands unyieldingly and proudly amidst the ruins, escaping the catastrophic wind.

It is estimated that half of the credit should go to the pavilion owner Liu Qi.This girl is indifferent, even when she is angry, she only throws a knife, but she is really a master who is not easy to mess with.

"Take all the villagers to Wangyou Pavilion." Liu Wusheng turned his head and gave orders to Wuxuan and Wuning, "Tell them to recuperate well, and then pick one or two with minor injuries and bring them here."

Liu Wuxuan couldn't help sighing: "The chess player is busy."

Liu Wusheng didn't take it seriously, and wrote lightly: "It's okay, wait for the reconstruction sect to give her a more medicine field."

Liu Wuxuan: "..."

"Then find a coffin." Liu Wusheng pointed to the dead body in Qiao Xishui's arms, and said flatly, "Bury that poor man."

Feng Manlou returned home covered in blood.

It is not a home, it is at most a place to live, after all, there are no bright lights here, and no one will wait for him to go home.There are none of the so-called things that a home should have, and it is as lonely as a cemetery.

Feng Manlou dragged his heavy body due to the injury, walked back to the bedroom by touching the wall and relying on his memory, and then fell down on the bed with a plop.

—Lonely like a cemetery.

This is what he said a long time ago when he laughed at An Xichen.

That day he met An Xichen for the first time.This man was very boring, no matter how noisy he was, he would not make a sound, standing in front of him like a dead man.

Feng Manlou couldn't bear his dead appearance anymore, no matter whether he was making noise or poking An Xichen, An Xichen remained as still as a corpse that had been dead for a long time.

So he frowned and said sarcastically: "I said, you are not a dead person, are you? Isn't your place a cemetery?"

An Xichen still didn't speak.

So Feng Manlou laughed, and suddenly said: "Oh, it turned out to be a cemetery."

Unexpectedly, Feng Shui took turns, and this word was actually used on him.

Feng Manlou turned over, lay on his back on the bed, licked his mouth again, feeling dissatisfied.

How could he be like An Xichen.He thought, it's just that he died for more than a year, and there was only a dog missing in the house, which was far from the place where An Xichen died.

Feng Manlou didn't bother to treat the wound, anyway, he would be fine in a few hours, and he couldn't die.

He thought about it, closed his eyes, and fell into a deep sleep.

This sleep was not restful, probably because of the injury, Feng Manlou had a restless dream.

He dreamed of Yun'er.

But he couldn't see anything, he could only dream of Yun'er's voice back then.That voice has become very blurred now. According to Qu Qixiang, this is because he practiced magic and entered Nirvana. When Nirvana is completed, everything will be fine.

His Yun'er will come back, and he can remember her voice.

When he was slapped by a monster back then, his eyes were completely blind, and he would not be able to get used to it for a while.So Yun'er took him in, and said that after he got used to it, he asked him to get out immediately and continue to do his casual practice.

After that, Yun'er led him to the medicine field to collect herbs, and asked him to help him, saying that it was to help him get used to doing things and living in a blind state as soon as possible, so that it would be convenient for him to do casual cultivation and then eliminate demons and defend the way.

But Feng Manlou couldn't do it well, he was born in martial arts since he was a child, so naturally he couldn't do this kind of work, the herbs would wither directly after passing through his hands, they were pitifully wilted.

Feng Manlou is simply a herb killer.But even if he ruined a large piece of herbal medicine, Yun'er never beat him angrily, at most he only sighed.

Miss Yun'er is a soft-spoken person.Even though Feng Manlou got used to being blind, she still didn't drive him out.

Feng Manlou dreamed of that day.

The weather was fine that day, he was lying under the tree humming, Yun'er leaned against the tree, flipped through medical books, and said absently: "It's so ugly, if you keep humming, you'll die."

Feng Manlou just laughed and said: "You always say hell, but you don't want to hit me once."

Yun'er replied: "It is medical ethics not to hurt patients."

"But I'll be better soon."

Yun'er changed her words again: "It is medical ethics not to beat the disabled."

After she finished speaking, she felt that it was not enough, so she added another sentence: "Especially if you don't hit the brain."

The wind is full of laughter.

At that time, he opened a pair of godless eyes, even if he couldn't see anything, he still wanted to open his eyes and look at the three thousand worlds in front of him.

At that time, the wind was calm, and there was a wheat field planted in front of that place, and when the wind blew, a large piece of wheat whizzed.The big tree above also rang, and the creatures made sounds in the wind. Although Feng Manlou was blind, hearing these sounds would make him feel good.

He asked Yun'er: "Is the sky sunny?"

Yun'er perfunctory him: "It's sunny."

"Is it blue that day?"

"blue."

"It's a pity I can't see it."

"Pitiful."

Feng Manlou laughed again.

"You're laughing." Yun'er gave him a sideways glance, and said, "I've never seen someone who is blind and still laughing so happily."

"It's just blind." Feng Manlou said relaxedly, "There are still people in this world who are deaf, blind, and even dumb. There are even people who are born with disabilities. I think I'm pretty good, at least I'm still blind. I’ve seen a lot over the years.”

"You're easy to be content with."

"Hey, I'm still a little dissatisfied." Feng Manlou raised his head, looked at Yun'er who was higher than where he was sitting, and asked, "I really want to see what you look like. Do you look good? "

"I am the most beautiful in the world."

"Hey." Feng Manlou laughed, "Then I really want to see it."

—but he didn't see it in the end.

In a blink of an eye, the sound of burning, the sound of houses collapsing, people's screams and screams, fear and resentment filled his ears in the blink of an eye, replacing the calm.Someone was laughing, the laughter was crazy, like a ghost in the world.

Feng Manlou has no memory of what happened after that.

He only remembered that the people who slaughtered the village wanted Yun'er, they said they were monks, they said Yun'er was lucky, he was one of the chosen ones.

What is it?What was chosen?

He doesn't remember.

He doesn't remember many things, but he only remembers a sentence that Yun'er said to him.

It was chaotic at that time, and his memory was fuzzy, but he only remembered this sentence deeply.

"You'll be fine," Yun'er said, "You'll remember me, I'm always here, I'll always be here."

He suddenly felt a pain in his heart.

For some reason, he thought of Yu Sui.

Yu Sui who obviously has nothing to do with him or Yun'er.

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感谢在2019-12-1618:47:18~2019-12-1700:15:14期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: Tian Sheng a pair of 1;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmines: Tian Sheng a pair of 1;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of ginger moss;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!