What did the cannon fodder do wrong?

So cold【[-]】

Just like 12 years ago.

Yue Zhezhi did not come back to life.

Since Yuezhezhi didn't come back to life, where did his soul go?His soul hasn't been repaired yet, and he still can't wake up. Where can he go?He obviously couldn't do without the fairy weapon?Where did you go?

Did he break himself?But the immortal weapon didn't show any signs of reshaping the new weapon spirit after it was shattered.

"Little Lord!"

Seeing that he was about to stand unsteadily, the guards raised their hands to help him.

Rong Yan brushed them away, and the turbulent speculation hit his chest with panic. He clenched his lips, tightly clenched the fairy weapon, and the veins on the back of his hands bulged.

"Go and invite Senior Divination Pavilion Wu."

Senior Wu of Divination Pavilion is good at divination, decrypts fluids, and judges good fortune and good fortune.

Rong Yan didn't know where Yue Zhezhi's soul was, so he could only rely on divination.

Rong Yan's voice was calm and indifferent, covering up the turbulent waves under the calm sea.

A few guards sensed that something had happened, their minds tensed up, and they should have done it.

The ice room fell into dead silence, Rong Yan stood alone at the door of the ice room, looking at Yue Zhezhi's body.

Even he didn't realize it, his whole body was shaking.

The wound healed itself quickly, and the frost condensed the blood-stained skirt.

a long time.

Rong Yan heard footsteps coming from behind him, he turned around and looked behind him.

The guards came with someone, but the person who came was not Senior Divination Gewu, but Wei Jieyun, the uncle of the guard.

"Uncle Wei?"

Rong Yan's heart sank, he saluted, frowning without a trace.

The guard clasped his hands and explained, "Just now I went to invite Senior Divination Pavilion Wu, and met Senior Wei who came here, Senior Wei said that there is no need to invite Senior Divination Pavilion Wu."

After the guard finished speaking, Wei Jieyun waved him back and closed the thick ice door of the ice room.

The door of the ice room was closed, the ice cap flowed through the spell, and the temperature dropped rapidly.

Wei Jieyun stepped on the icy ground and walked to the ice coffin, raised his hand to wipe off the frost on the ice coffin, from which the figure of Yuezhezhi could be clearly seen.

"Uncle Wei, what do you mean you don't need to invite Senior Wu from the Divination Pavilion?" Rong Yan's voice was slightly hoarse, and he stared at Yue Zhezhi's body, which had been kept in the ice room all year round, as if alive, his eyebrows, eyes and hair were extremely silky. distinct.

"Master, please clarify." Rong Yan bowed deeply.

A gust of wind supported Rong Yan's arms, Wei Jieyun's expression was indifferent.

"His soul is with me."

really.

Before listening to what the guard said, Rong Yan guessed that Uncle Wei had something to do with the soul.

"Martial nephew doesn't understand, how did Master Wei draw out the soul? Can the soul be returned to the body?" Rong Yan's heart was beating violently.

Uncle Wei said: "I didn't draw it out."

Uncle Wei turned around, and a red line appeared on the palm of his left hand, "12 years ago, Zhe Zhi passed away, and I sorted out his belongings. Cheng Wenyun saw things and thought about others, so he didn't have the heart to sort them out. When I sorted out, I saw the red line."

"Do you know what the red thread is called?"

Rong Yan said: "Brother, when we first got the red line, we checked a lot of information, but we have never seen half a description about the red line."

Wei Jieyun smiled slightly, and said, "It's fine if there's no description." Rong Yan frowned in confusion.

"The red line was originally called the Yin line, and it is a half-step fairy artifact cast together with the Yang line. It is the proud work of a master craftsman who has already ascended. The Yang line is in my hands."

Wei Jieyun raised his right hand, and a white line appeared on his right hand.

Wei Jieyun often used white lines to probe the pulse and induce Qi, etc. He was the only medical practitioner who could fight.

"The master craftsman forged the yin and yang line to break through the bottleneck of ascension. After the casting was completed, he did not announce it to the public. He was afraid that it would cause blood disaster like a fairy weapon, and it would only increase karma for himself."

"Thus, it was directly put into the young failed products that no one paid attention to. After the refining master ascended, these failed products flowed into the market and were sold at a low price. The Yang line was destined for me, and I bought it. As for the Yin line, I don't know where to go. "

"I've been looking for it for many years, but I never thought about it. Yin Xian found a land of inheritance by himself, and used the aura of the land of inheritance to support himself."

Wei Jieyun paused, then continued.

"I heard from Cheng Wenyun that Zhezhi is a fairy tool spirit, and Yin Xian is a half-step fairy tool, so he naturally likes fairy tool spirits very much, so he wrapped up the inheritance and wrapped Zhezhi himself."

"I was pleasantly surprised when I saw the Yinxian for the first time, but since the Yinxian has recognized the broken branches as the main ones, I will naturally not snatch them."

When Wei Jieyun said this, he remembered seeing Yinxian for the first time.

At that time, the toxins in Yue Zhezhi's body had not yet been removed. He used the Yang line to detect Yue Zhezhi's physical condition and analyzed the medication situation. As a result, the Yin line mistakenly thought that the Yang line was also seen in the previous month's Zhezhi. He wanted to rob people, so he ran out to beat the Yang line, and tied a bow in arrogance. , Silently swore that Yuezhezhi had designated it as a natal magic weapon.

Thinking of this, Wei Jieyun shook his head.

"You and him should not have been together at that time. The yin line attribute is cold and cold. If the physique is not good, and you are too eager to improve, using it to cultivate, it is easy to go crazy."

"I knew that Yue Zhezhi was a cauldron, and I knew that he had problems with luck, and I knew that he was unwilling to stagnate in his cultivation, so I didn't tell him that the half-step immortal weapon Yinxian he got was just hoping that Yinxian could improve his combat effectiveness .”

"Sometimes good things don't lead to good results."

Wei Jieyun put away his white line, and he returned to the topic.

"Twelve years ago, when I was packing up the relics of broken branches, I saw a red thread, which should be called Yinxian now. Yinxian is a magic weapon for folding branches, and its attribute is cold. soul."

"However, when I think about it, I know better than anyone that there is little hope. I have never done such a thing, and I am not sure."

"That's why I haven't informed you for so many years. It's extremely cruel to give hope and then take it back. As a medical practitioner, I don't do this kind of thing."

Wei Jieyun handed the red line to Rong Yan, as if letting go of a heavy burden.

"The soul of the broken branch is in the red line. It has been tested many times, and it is finally exported. It is not disappointing. Of course, don't be too happy. Deriving does not mean that you can be resurrected, but it means that after ten years, there is a 40.00% success rate. Resurrection, if the resurrection fails, return to the fairy weapon."

Rong Yan took the red thread, and he closed it tightly as if it were a treasure.

"40.00%, that's enough." Rong Yan lowered his eyes, there was nothing more moving than 40.00%.

Wei Jieyun pressed the center of his eyebrows and tried to export the soul without sleep, he was a little tired.

However, he is used to being so tired when he treats diseases and saves lives.

Putting down his hands, Wei Jieyun instructed: "The broken branch's soul is damaged, and it hasn't been fully nourished inside the celestial artifact. It's because I exported it too hastily. From today, you will have to nourish the Yinxian with your blood for the next ten years."

"You are the master of the fairy artifact, with the energy of heaven and earth in your blood, you can use the energy of heaven and earth to bind the Yin thread on the one hand, and can repair the broken soul through the Yin thread."

"If the Yinxian is not restrained, the Yinxian is a half-step fairy weapon, and it is very likely that because of love, it will devour the soul of the broken branch and turn it into its own spirit."

"Nephew knows." Rong Yan has a good memory, and usually remembers it after listening to it once, but he repeated it.

After listening to Rong Yan's retelling, Wei Jieyun was ready to leave.

"By the way, don't tell others about this beforehand. The 50.00% probability is still too low. Don't be happy. Of course, I hope to succeed. If I don't succeed, 12 years will be wasted."

"Nephew knows."

Rong Yan tightened his lips, he took two steps back, bowed his hands together, and saluted again, "My nephew thanked my uncle for 12 years—"

Wei Jieyun flicked his sleeves.

"Thank you, if you hadn't insisted on not reshaping the weapon spirit within a hundred years, you wouldn't have this day."

Wei Jieyun originally didn't intend to use the yin line to derive the soul of Yuezhezhi. He is a medical practitioner and knows better than anyone that there is little hope.

As Yue Zhezhi's uncle, his personality made it impossible for him to force Zhezhi to suffer in the fairy artifact because of this unrealistic assumption, but when he asked Cheng Wenyun why he let Rong Yan take away Zhezhi's body, Cheng Wenyun told him.

—— Zhe Zhi didn't want to leave, Rong Yan begged for a hundred years.

He suddenly wanted to try this idea.

A hundred years is a long time, he can try repeatedly to see if he can derive the broken branch soul, if not, it will be a waste of a hundred years.

There is no time to cultivate immortals, he is over 800 years old, and he doesn't care about a hundred years.

The heavy ice door of the ice room opened and closed again.

Rong Yan watched Wei Jieyun leave, he looked at the Yinxian in his palm, the Yinxian was bright red, and there was a faint light flowing inside.

Rong Yan pursed his lips, he held the red thread tightly, and knelt beside the ice coffin, his eyes passed through the thick ice and fell on Yue Zhezhi's face.

After looking at it for a long time, he leaned over the coffin and said softly, "There is a 40.00% probability, even if you don't succeed, it doesn't matter. I still have 78 years, and I can go to the Demon Realm."

"Only if you are willing to wait for me, as long as you are reluctant to part with me and I am alive, I will definitely find a way to save you."

When Rong Yan said this, he laughed softly. Through the thick ice, he stroked the little red mole on the tip of Yue Zhezhi's nose.

For the next ten years, Rong Yan never left home again.

As he started compiling his cultivation experience, he trained the younger generation of the clan—he was afraid that he would not succeed, and he would not be able to return after going to the Demon Realm.

Therefore, I want to cultivate the younger generation of the Rong family, to repay the kindness of the Rong family for their upbringing, while carefully nurturing Yinxian.

The spring flowers are blooming, the winter snow is coming again, and the guards at home have changed a lot.

The decade is finally here.

The winter plum outside the ice room jumped out of the wall, and the bony branches carried a few budding plum blossoms. Rong Yan stood outside the ice room and waited for Uncle Wei.

Wei Jieyun came soon, he took over the Yinxian that Rong Yan had carefully nourished with blood for ten years, and walked towards the ice room.

When he was about to step into the ice room, Rong Yan's voice sounded.

"Uncle Wei."

Wei Jieyun looked back at him, paused for a moment, with a gentle expression on his face, and said, "Be prepared for failure."

"It was done ten years ago."

Rong Yan is very similar to Yue Zhezhi, he always likes to lower his expectations when doing things, and then lower them, planning for the best and the worst.

Wei Jieyun smiled, and he went straight into the ice room. Following his figure into the ice room, the heavy door of the ice room was also closed, blocking all eyes.

Rong Yan withdrew his gaze, and he looked at the sky.

The sky was gloomy, and catkin-like snow fell from the clouds and floated into the air one after another.

It is said that heavy snow heralds a good year, so Rong Yan walked out of the porch, stood in the courtyard, and raised his hand to catch the snow.

The wind whimpered, and the snow fell on his fingertips, icy cold and melting quickly.

Rong Yan felt in a daze that the world was far away from him, and he quietly watched the falling snow.

The black and white robe was wet with frost and snow, snow fell on the shoulders, and the crow-black long eyelashes were a little cold.

Suddenly, there was a door opening behind him.

Rong Yan woke up like a dream, turned around coldly and looked towards the door of the ice room.

Wei Jieyun walked out of the ice room with a solemn expression.

When Rong Yan touched Wei Jieyun's face, his heart sank, his eyelashes trembled, and for a moment, he spoke hoarsely.

"It's okay, there are still 25 years."

Wei Jieyun relaxed and dignified, and raised his eyes to look at him.

Rong Yan lowered his eyes, turned around and left, he walked extremely fast, the thin snow on the ground was picked up by the gust of wind when he walked.

Rong Yan had already walked a dozen steps, when suddenly he heard the rustling of clothes.

Accompanied by the rustling of the clothes, two short words sounded.

"It's so cold."

Rong Yan froze as he hadn't spoken for a long time, he heard the voice very familiar, his shoulders were tense, his whole body froze, he turned around slowly, and looked at Wei Jieyun.

Wei Jieyun raised his eyebrows, "Did I say I failed? As the master of the fairy weapon, don't you realize that the spirit of the weapon has not returned?"

Rong Yan didn't realize that when he touched Wei Jieyun's dignified expression when he first came out, he had already thrown himself into a bottomless black prison.

People in the dark prison are numb and unresponsive, and it is difficult to detect something wrong in an instant.

In the ice room, the ice coffin has been pushed open.

Amid the white air-conditioning visible to the naked eye, the young man in white leaned on the side of the coffin and prepared to stand up.

But he hadn't exerted himself for too long, his whole body couldn't exert his strength, and he couldn't stand up even if he held on to the side of the coffin.

Yue Zhezhi was a little annoyed and unable to stand up, he pursed his lips tightly, and was about to ask Uncle Wei to help him, but the moment he raised his eyes to look to the left, the words got stuck in his throat.

On the left side of the ice coffin is the exit of the ice room, one foot away from the ice coffin, Rong Yan who greets his eyes 22 years later.

He was dressed in black and white robes, with snow falling on his shoulders and hair. Although his appearance had not changed, his temperament was obviously much calmer, and his indifference had also dropped a lot.

He stood there, even if he didn't speak or make any movements, he would make people feel reliable, as if the edges and corners had been smoothed by the years.

Yue Zhezhi never knew that just 22 years would change so many people.

He fixedly looked at Rong Yan, and Rong Yan stood a foot away, also looking at him quietly.

For a moment.

Yue Zhezhi smiled, his eyes were crooked, his voice was difficult and sandy, "Why, you don't recognize me? Stand there motionless."