The wind rises for a thousand years

.I spent my childhood there, but there is no place for me anymore, and no one remembers me..."

Even if it is a home and a root, if no one cares about it, is it still a destination?Wanyan Lian has been in charge of the spirit for more than a hundred years, even if he is not expelled from the clan, and his relatives leave one by one, leaving him to live alone in the world unchanged, the fetters with Wanyan's family will only be ruthlessly severed by time.Whether it is the Tianling Mountain Gate Rules or the Wanyan Family Ancestral Precepts, it seems ruthless, but it is also to remind the spirit controllers of this situation.

Wanyan's house is the place that my uncle has been thinking about, but when it is presented in front of Wanyanxi, it is not beautiful at all, but it is like purgatory.

Dried blood stains were scattered all over the huge building in black and red. The originally simple and elegant building now seemed to be occupied by ghosts, gloomy like the bloody mouth of a monster.The stream flowing through the courtyard was a strange pink color, and a swollen corpse was resolutely soaked in the depths of the color, emitting a faint stench.The entrance of the house should have been cleaned up, because the closer to the inner house, the more traces of corpses and fights.Along the way, there are all Wanyan family members with the same clothes.

Mo Qinghan walked halfway before he realized that the young man who had been following behind squatted down at some point, and closed his eyes for those fellow clansmen who were dying.One by one, they were doing this with a serious and stubborn expression, even though their hands were covered with blood, and their clothes were full of dots.Obviously it was the first time to face a dead person, obviously his whole body trembled with fear, and obviously his lower lip was bleeding out from biting...

Mo Qinghan sighed softly, standing silently behind the young man, suddenly felt that the person who brought him here was really too cruel.

If you want to become a god, you must abandon the emotions and desires, have no personal feelings, and show the world with great love. However, the immortal wisdom body closest to the gods is not born with this ability.Mo Qinghan brought Yanxi here this time to let him give up these delusions that he shouldn't have.But at this moment, he felt a burst of sadness, vaguely remembering Wanyan Lian once said the same words: "If this is the case, those who cultivated to become gods are indeed sad."

Yuheng, have you always looked at me like this?Mo Qinghan sighed and turned his back.

When the two of them reached the ancestral hall in the innermost part of the main house, they found that there was already a person there.

Wanyan Lian was dressed in white and knelt in front of the memorial tablets, with her long hair neatly scattered behind her.The man's face was pale, his eyes were bloodshot, his chapped lips were pursed into a slit, his hands were clenched into fists and hung at his sides, his fingertips were sunk into the flesh, oozing traces of blood.I don't know how long he has been kneeling here.

Wanyanxi quietly knelt behind the man and looked up at the unfamiliar names on the tablets, but they all had the same surname.

Maybe because he felt someone approaching, Wan Yanlian turned his head stiffly and glanced at the young man beside him, subconsciously raised his hand and touched the corner of his eye, leaving a red mark.

"It's okay." The boy looked at the man softly: "It's no big deal even if you cry."

But Wanyan Lian laughed: "Oh, how can you cry, I still have to look forward. I have long since lost the qualifications to cry at my age, and I have long since lost the qualifications to cry for them. If I really cry It's too ugly to come out."

Wanyanxi frowned slightly: "Does uncle want revenge?"

"No." Wanyan Lian lowered his face: "It must be a very large organization that can break through the defense of Wanyan's family and have the ability to destroy the whole family of Wanyan's family. ..." The man turned his head and looked at the tablets on the altar: "I want to continue the Wanyan family."

When Wan Yanlian said this, there was endless sadness and determination, but Mo Qinghan, who could only see the back of the other party, didn't see it, otherwise he would have predicted everything that happened next.

Wanyan Lian stood up, staggered a bit when she knelt and sat up for a long time, but quickly stabilized her figure.The man took a deep breath, and walked out the door step by step with great solemnity.There was a faint light flashing on his body, and the blue light slowly turned into small balls of light visible to the naked eye floating in the air. When Yan Lian raised his hand, these small balls of light quickly flew over the corpses, slowly Slowly merged with the corpse.After a while, the corpses began to fade until they turned into a cloud of mist and dissipated in the air.Wanyan Lian silently walked through every corner of the Wanyan family's mansion. Behind him, all the members of the Wanyan family turned into mist, and even the blood disappeared.But Wanyan Lian's complexion became more and more ugly, until the last corpse disappeared, and he fell down like a bow that snapped suddenly.

Taking over the fallen body, Mo Qinghan wiped off the cold sweat from the man's head, and sighed: "No matter how much time has passed, I still love to be brave."

According to the tradition of the Wanyan family, the clan members will not be buried in the earth after death, but will be turned into mist and returned to nature. This is also to thank the water spirit that gave them strength.But "fog burial" is a technique that consumes a lot of spiritual power of the caster, let alone cast the spell on the entire Wanyan family at once.It was the first time Wanyanxi saw spirits visible to the naked eye, and those spirits seemed to be affected by the emotions of the caster, so cold and sad.

Wanyan Lian woke up again three days later, and when she opened her eyes, she saw Mo Qinghan sitting by the bed and looking at him.The functions of all aspects of the body of the spirit guardian will be strengthened, and it is possible to not eat and sleep until the later stage.Wanyan Lian had no doubts about the fact that the man might have sat here for three days and three nights without moving.

"Are you pitying me or is it because of the little brotherhood you had before you became an immortal?" The subconscious words were sarcasm. He had been left behind too many times, and he didn't want to have any more undue expectations. hurt yourself again.

"Stay in Tianling Mountain, Yuheng." Mo Qinghan's words were so soft the first time he opened his mouth, his voice was softer than ever before, the soft Wanyan Lian almost thought he was still dreaming.He even saw a hint of begging in those perennially cold eyes for a moment.

No matter how long it takes, Wanyan Lian is sure that he was indeed shaken at that time, but in the end he got up without saying a word, shook off the hand extended by the man, and walked out of the courtyard built on top of the clouds step by step.

On the day Wanyan Lian fainted, it started to snow on Tianling Mountain. The snow was very heavy, and it didn't stop after three days.The snow covered the knees and covered the mountainside, as if to bury everything, and the figure of the man slowly disappeared into nothingness in the snow.Wanyan Lian didn't ride the clouds that day, but walked down Tianling Mountain step by step, as if he wanted to imprint every plant and tree here in his mind.

Wanyan Lian's figure in the heavy snow coincided with his youthful figure, and Mo Qinghan suddenly remembered that on that snowy day, he picked up Wanyan Lian who was buried in the snow and was about to die.At that time, the child with a very good smile said to him who had no father or mother, "I will be with you from now on."

At that time, he was still an orphan who wanted to get ahead, and Wanyan Lian was still a young master who ran away from home but lost his way.Two people who were not supposed to meet met just like that.Then he accompanies him to the Heavenly Spirit Mountain, accompanies him to cultivate, accompanies him through all the sufferings of his youth, and finally watches him become the master.

Mo Qinghan finally remembered that the man had smiled and said to him: "Why do you want to guard the spirit? Because I want to accompany you, Mo Bingkuai. Who else wants to be friends with you except me if you have such a bad personality? Don't worry, If I say it, I will never regret it, I will live longer than you, so that you will not see me when I leave you."

But when he became the head, what did he say to him?

"I don't need you by my side anymore."

From then on, something began to break in Wanyan Lian's eyes when he looked at him, little by little, broken by his own hands.

Also watching Wanyan Lian leave Tianling Mountain, Wanyanxi tightly held the necklace given by the man in his hand, and remained silent in front of the heavy snow.Some things gradually took shape in the boy's heart, pushing this boy who was destined to be different from birth to embark on a path that deviates from the morals of the world.

At the same time, in the Central Plains area far away from Tianling Mountain, a huge explosion suddenly occurred in a mansion.Thick black smoke filled the sky, and in the flames, a young man with a dusty face rushed out.

The young man's clothes were torn and looked ugly, and his face was too dark to see his facial features clearly, except for those golden pupils reflecting the firelight, which were particularly radiant.

The boy snorted coldly at the house that started to scream, and said with a haughty look: "Hmph, what's wrong with the psychic? Fighting with me, I will still make you cry!"

After finishing speaking, he spat in disgust, patted the dirt on his body, and walked south.

Since then, a doomed destiny began to run.

Destiny

On this day, a fairy-like person came to Tianling Mountain.She is dressed in white clothes, with a green gauze body, a wide belt around her waist, emerald jade hanging down, her black hair fluttering in the wind, her sleeves fluttering, a pair of peach blossom eyes are raised, the corners of her mouth are slightly curved, and her fair face is soft in the sun. The halo, with a hand with tough lines, is holding on to a long Xiao.Such a person, standing there, has an indescribably elegant temperament, like a lily under the background of emerald green leaves, but it is not fragile like a flower at all, but has a kind of handsome heroism.

The disciples of Tianling Mountain watched this man pass by blankly, and a burst of discussion ensued.

"Hey, who is that person?"

"I don't know either, I've never seen one before."

The slightly older disciple rolled his eyes at them and said, "That is your Uncle Yuheng, the third junior brother who is in charge."

"Oh?! Impossible, how could this kind of beauty be that drunkard uncle.