Lord, he's not dead yet

The long river is gradually falling, and in the place where there are few people in the world, more than a dozen deer and horses are running non-stop, rushing to the fairyland

"Master, what kind of grievances do the city lord of Yuci City have with Shen Yuan, the lord of Futu City?"

Who would carry Qiongxiang with him when he went out, it was specially made, Yun Zhi knew something was inside when he thought about it

"Have you noticed the dotted emerald gilt feather hairpin on her head? That is her natal magic weapon, called Cui Yu, which is refined from the phoenix feather she found with great difficulty.

The Phoenix Ling, which belongs to fire and is the most yang thing, is the best to deal with Yin and evil spirits. Ghost cultivators like Shen Yuan, when the Yin energy is too heavy, often die when they pass the catastrophe. Phoenix Ling is very important to him. He went to Yuci City thousands of years ago Qingman wanted to exchange some hard-won Kunwu stones for phoenix feathers, but Qingman refused. Later, Shen Yuan snatched them. Qingman's cultivation was not as good as Shen Yuan's, but she had already prepared herself, and Meng Ji rushed over when she couldn't hold on. , the two worked together to beat Shen Yuan hard, the beam should have been forged at that time."

"Oh, I see

"Then master, does the Lord of Yuci City have a good relationship with us?"

He heard Qingman said that he was going to the world to see his little uncle Li Jie, the relationship sounded very familiar

"Among the six city lords of Demon Realm, Huaijiang, Qingyao, Yuci, and the three cities have a relatively mild relationship with our Immortal Realm. Most of the casual cultivators in the Immortal Realm live in Qingyao and Yuci cities. Your little uncle is lively by nature. When I was young, I loved to go out to play and make friends, and I had a good relationship with the mainstream of Demon City, Qingman and Qingman.”

When Yun Zhi heard it, he was overjoyed, the thought hadn't come to his mind yet, the wind in his ear carried Chang Ran's warning words, and Yun Zhi's heart was chilled

"But don't learn, Shen Yi was able to run to the Demon Realm when he was your age, and was imprisoned when he came back alive. If you dare to go to the Demon Realm with your cultivation level, Master doesn't even know if he can find your soul."

Yun Zhi: "...disciple, I understand"

"Where are the other three cities out of the six cities, master?" Yun Zhi was stunned for a while, then caught up with Chang Ran and asked again

"Of the other three cities, Leyou City is the most prosperous and prosperous place. Anyone who comes will not be rejected. It's just that the city lord, Qiku, doesn't care about things. The order is the most chaotic. Whoever has the strength is the boss. In the past, there were often people robbing in the street, but later Qiku was settled. There is a rule that if the instigator cannot kill the opponent within a cup of tea, he will kill the instigator. This is the only rule in Leyou City. Like Jiang Li, the owner of Qingyao City, he basically does not leave the city. Stay in the Chaomu Building in the city

As for the remaining two cities of Futu and Zhangwu, the city lords Shen Yuan and the city lord Meng Ji hate monks, and there is not a single cultivator in the city..."

"Help! Immortal Elder, help! Immortal Elder, help—!"

The man stumbled towards Chang Ran and his party, disheveled and disheveled, and shouted madly

"Qiangjie was born! Xuesha didn't die! Xuesha Qiongjie was born!!!"

"nonsense!"

Chang Ran stopped Lu Shu, saw that there were spiritual fluctuations on his body, and he was still wearing a disciple's uniform, and he scolded, "Which disciple are you from? How dare you utter wild words to disturb people's hearts!"

"Xianchang, I, I," he wiped the tears on his face indiscriminately, pointed in the direction he ran, and cried, "I am a disciple of a small sect under the Wanyang Sect. Master sent me out today. , Wait for me to come back... Wait for me to come back, all members of my sect are dead!"

Chang Ran's expression froze when he heard the words, the red lacquer whip wrapped around the waist of the person below and threw him on Yunzhi, "Lead the way!"

A group of people dressed in stars and wearing moons accelerated towards the direction the man said. Before they saw the gate of the sect, they already smelled a rush of blood

Corpses littered the fields, blood flowed like rivers, doors, walls, tables and chairs were all stained with red blood

The dead bodies looked extremely miserable, with broken limbs scattered everywhere, and the heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and blood flowed all over the ground.

Yunzhi and the others glanced at it, then ran out the door and retched

"Brother," a young disciple next to him quietly tugged at Yunzhi's sleeve, "Look"

Yun Zhi looked in the direction he pointed.

Just when yin and yang converge, the sky presents an extremely gloomy chaotic gray. In the moon cave gate, Yan Xiaosu stands in a white robe among the piles of corpses and blood. the eerie

It's about the poor, it's no small matter

Chang Ran not only sent a letter to Wanyangzong, but also sent news to the sect

Turning around, seeing Yunzhi and the others with pale and ugly faces, he asked them to look at Yan Xiao, and took a closer look inside.

Yunzhi and the others had just witnessed the scene, and felt a little uncomfortable with Yan Xiao's innocent and ignorant face, so they smiled at him awkwardly, and moved away a little

Yan Xiao stood on the spot for a while, his eyelids were half drooped, and the eyes under the slender eyelashes were like stagnant water in an ancient well

He turned around and walked away for a short distance, squatting on the bluestone road outside the door, his head was close to the huge lacquered female flower, the star-shaped petals bloomed and gave off a faint and elegant fragrance

He sniffed carefully, with disappointment in his eyes, and whispered, "No."

But then his eyes were bent, the corners of his mouth turned up and he smiled, stretched out his little finger to gently touch the slender petals, and sincerely praised, "You are also very beautiful, and you are also fragrant."

It's a beauty he's never seen, a scent he's never smelled

In the depths of the nearby forest, the sun has not yet risen to the highest point in the sky, and the luxuriant forest covers most of the sunlight and casts a darker gray shadow. A man in a large and plain black robe slowly walks from the forest. He is tall and tall. The tall and straight, pale face weakened the sharp sense of his sharp facial features, highlighting the long-term loneliness and silence. Even with the steaming food in his hand, there is no trace of fireworks around him, like a lonely man who has been wandering for many years and is used to seeing the joys and sorrows of the world. ghost

His Gujing Wubo's eyes moved slightly when he saw the small figure, his thin lips curled up, showing no tenderness

A small group of children squatting on the side of the road raised their heads as if feeling something, and the shadow of the forest was deep.

With a smile in his dark eyes, he watched the little boy's eyes flicker with light, quickly got up and ran towards him, and threw himself into his arms

"Yiyou, I miss you so much", he sat sideways on the man's lap, said sweetly, his eyes rolled around a few times, stopped on Yiyou's hand, leaned closer, his nose moved, Taking a deep breath, licking his lips greedily, tilting his head and asking subtly, "Yiyou, is this delicious?"

There was a bit of cunning on the immature and innocent face, the clever little fool, Yiyou thought, untied the knot of the thin straw rope with both hands, and opened the wrapping paper, "Steamed glutinous rice cake, specially bought for you, try it "

The round glutinous rice steamed cakes were piled up fat and white, with a small red date on top of each one. Yan Xiao held it in both hands, took a small bite, and narrowed his eyes, "It's delicious!" "

It wasn't the sweetness of the fruit and flower fragrance, but the strange sweetness that attracted Yan Xiao's taste buds. He concentrated on savoring the unique sweetness, and let Yiyou hug him and put his back against the man's chest.

Yiyou's chin rested on his shoulder, and Yan Xiao shrank his neck uncomfortably due to his cold breath, "Are you afraid? There are so many dead people there."

"Dead people, don't be afraid," he slurred his words while eating

On the childish and tender face, there is an expression of seeing the big scene and not being surprised, disdain, indifference

"interesting"

Yiyou laughed softly, "Could your complete soul be an extremely evil person? Killing people and drinking blood all day long?"

Yan Xiao thought carefully for a while, "probably not"

After a pause, he said sadly, "I'm not very good."

"Who do you think is the best?" Yiyou asked him, "Am I the best?"

Yan Xiao shook his head without hesitation

"Why?", he asked curiously

"Yiyou is sick"

"The colder the body, the paler the face, not necessarily all sick"

After Yiyou explained, he shook his head and insisted, "Yiyou is sick."

As before, his face showed a look that did not match his appearance, serious and serious

"Yiyou's body became colder, his face became paler, and Yiyou fell ill."

Every time he said a word, Yiyou's brows wrinkled a little.

He is really uncomfortable, his soul is on the verge of collapse all the time, every time he improves his cultivation level, his soul is tearing, but the pain is not numb

"Cough-cough-cough-"

Yiyou coughed violently, the dark red blood flowed down the corner of his mouth, he wiped the blood off his lips indifferently, when he raised his eyes, he found that the person in his arms was crying

"What are you crying for?"

Yan laughed hoarsely, and said clearly, "You are going to die."

"die?"

He gazed into the distance, with emerald green mountains and fairy mountains floating above the clouds, and asked with great interest, "You still understand this?"

Yan Xiao wiped away his tears indiscriminately, his eyes washed with water were extremely clear, sorrowful, sad, pity, reluctance, fear...Complicated emotions intertwined in his eyes, "Bleed, you will die"

Yiyou thumbed Yan Xiao's eyelashes that were stuck together due to crying and tears. Unlike the sadness in his eyes, his tear-stained face was calm and calm, as if he had accepted Yiyou's death

"I will not die"

Yiyou leaned back on the tree trunk, wrapped his arms around the crying baby in his arms, stared at the boundless sky with dark eyes, "Bleeding, you won't die"

He patted Yan Xiao's back lightly with the palm of his hand, coaxing people patiently, obviously he had never done this kind of thing before, and he did it with ease for the first time

"Are you scared? Why do you keep crying?"

"Didn't I say, I won't die"

"I wouldn't die before, but now that I have a baby like you, it's even more impossible to die so easily."

"It's just coughing up blood, are you afraid?"

"...I'm afraid I won't see...you... woooo...", he couldn't control his grief, tears rolled down his cheeks like threads, "If you die...you won't be able to see..."

Yi You seemed to be aware of something, and asked, "Who are you not seeing?"

"lolo"

He cried even louder after saying the name, as if he had finally found an outlet to vent, crying and saying, "I want to see Luo Luo, I miss her so much, Yiyou, I miss her so much, I have already I don't remember what she looks like, but I still miss her so much..."

He was crying so sad, the turbulent tears soaked a large area of ​​his chest

"I don't remember, but I still miss him. I really miss him."

He choked and nodded, curled up in Yiyou's warm embrace, like a baby bird that had found its home, "...I... really miss, I really miss Luo Luo... Luo Luo..."

He was rambling on, with tears in his eyes, and a breath of pain all over his body.

Yiyou thought of the grass-woven animals he saw in Fanchen, and pulled out a few grasses from the ground. With only a few movements of his fingers, the green juice was poured out from the grass leaves, and they were broken into two uneven pieces. Disappointedly discarded on the ground

He looked around, all kinds of weeds did not have velvety long spike grass, but some unknown flowers bloomed just right

"Do not cry"

Tears blurred Yan Xiao's vision, he raised his hand to wipe away the tears, in front of his eyes was a cluster of blooming flowers, bright orange, slightly blue leaves

He sobbed, leaned closer, and sniffed, "It's a very sweet scent."

"But you are very disappointed," Yiyou said, "Don't you like it?"

"No, I like it"

He said, took the bunch of flowers from Yiyou's hand, pursed his lips, and smiled at him

Black hair and black eyes, but more gorgeous than flowers

"Can Yiyou take me away?"

"You don't like Chongwu?" Yiyou caressed his back and heard him say childishly, "I want to go out and play"

He shakes the flower in his hand slightly, being careful and cherishing

"This is the first time I have seen this flower"

happy tone sad

"Yiyou take me out to play, okay?" he repeated, looking at the man beside him

"After a while, I will take you away, now is not a good time"

"Then when is a good time?" Yan asked him with a smile

"It's a good time when no one is looking for you"