Zhijun Xiangu

困苦

In the evil tower of Jiuzhong Town on the Island of No Return, Feng Yan looked at Shi Yang who was blocked by layers, and his heart was full of desolation.

"Reverend Fengyan..." A disciple who sent the message waited for a long time, but he couldn't see him looking away, so he had to call out, "He still didn't respond to Daoist Yulin, no matter who talked to him...but the whole body My tendons are almost healed, and I can walk and live normally...without any problems."

He also seemed to feel that such words were too cruel for a person who was once the proud son of heaven, and it was very difficult to pass on the word to his disciples.

Feng Yan shook his head and said: "Being an ordinary person is no different to being useless to that child..."

These days he was running around, not only to take care of Tianyin's funeral, but also to appease the other fairy sects who were disturbed when they learned that Tianyin was destroyed, and to suppress those evil spirits who were about to move, and at the same time worried about Le Xuanying who had been in a coma for a long time.

Thinking of what Yuan Hang once entrusted, Feng Yan sighed: "Senior brother, how can I possibly be worthy of your position in his heart?"

The island of no return is surrounded by the sea, and there is a faint salty smell in the air, which is very different from Kunlun.Le Xuanying leaned against the head of the bed, looking out the window quietly, her snow-white hair draped over her shoulders.

He was like this after waking up, and he was not surprised, nor surprised, especially compared with the spiritual power he had lost.

What Shuo Liang said was right, after the catastrophe, he would definitely become a Fallen Immortal.

He survived most of the thunderstorms that day by releasing the shackles. Master Feng Yan should have brought his disciples to Kunlun to participate in the Kunlun Festival, but he was late due to the evil spirits he encountered on the road. After the last few thunderstorms from Le Xuanying, almost all the spiritual power in Le Xuanying's body was slowly transforming. After Feng Yan drew his sword to help him successfully overcome the catastrophe, he quickly sealed the spiritual power in his whole body and brought him He returned to the Isle of No Return to heal his wounds and seek a solution.

He woke up again, and was in the sealing formation of the Isle of No Return—the only way to slow down his transformation into an immortal, Feng Yan sadly forgot about him for a long time.

"Yu Lin, Master Uncle is useless, I can't find a way to restore you, only..."

The pain of abolishing all cultivation bases and tendons is deep in the bone marrow. Even if he thinks about it now, his fingers will tremble with pain.

"Yu Lin," Feng Yan pushed the door open, put the Xinghui Sword beside his bed, and said, "Xinghui's scabbard has been recast."

In the Tianlei Tribulation, the scabbard of the Xinghui sword was destroyed at some point.Le Xuanying turned her head slowly, looked at Xinghui without sadness or joy, looked at it for a while, then reached out to take it.

Xinghui is not an ordinary fairy sword, and its own weight is also extremely heavy. It is impossible for ordinary people to lift it up. Yu Lin looked at his hand that might drop Xinghui at any time because he couldn't bear the weight, and said: "Master Uncle, I still deserve it?"

Le Xuanying's hands also had thin calluses left by studying literature and practicing swords. That hand had distinct joints and was thin for a long time. It was a hand that should be born to hold a sword.

Feng Yan said: "Don't think about it, Xinghui is your sword, it will always be."

Immortal sword is the last line of defense that will accompany immortal cultivators at all times. Swords are everywhere in the presence of people.

"Master, that dark cloud... I seem to have seen it when Master was still alive."

Feng Yan's heart tightened: "Your master, they sacrificed themselves voluntarily for the sake of the world. Their decision cannot be changed for any reason, it is their own idea!"

"But I can't believe it, Master Uncle, I can't believe what you said..." Le Xuanying lowered his head, his drooping white hair covered his eyes, and he murmured, "I can't stay on the Island of No Return... …I want to go home…”

He is in Qiongkang, the home he hasn't returned to for five years.

Feng Yan knew that he and the strange world of the Isle of No Return would have little effect on Le Xuanying's heart, so he sent him back to Qiongkang.

Lejia is having a funeral.

Le Xuanying stared blankly at Bai Ling on the door, Le Qingyang ran out, her eyes were red when she saw him, hugged him and cried loudly: "Brother, where have you been, where have you been! Thought you were dead!"

Le Xuanying remained silent, Feng Yan explained it, and Le Qingyang, who had figured out what was going on, shouted at him: "It's really because of you, my brother almost died, it's all your fault!"

Feng Yan has a violent temper. If another child dared to talk to him like that, he would have exploded a long time ago, but looking at Le Xuanying's snow-white hair, he couldn't say anything.

When Shang Chen led the troops out of the city, Le Lingshu was keenly aware of their general purpose. He didn't know if Shang Chen's little bastard would remember the friendship between Le Xuanying and him before, but he thought that Kunlun has the real Yuan Hang. With such an existence, mortals can do nothing about it.Since a year ago, Fu Ruxue's health has been deteriorating day by day, and he has been sick in bed for the past few months. He was busy with Fu Ruxue's illness, and put aside his worries about Kunlun a little bit.

Unexpectedly, half a month later, the news came: Tianyin Palace destroyed the gate.

There are two memorial tablets in the hall of Yuefu—beloved wife Fu Ruxue...and beloved son Le Xuanying.

Two days before the Kunlun news came, Fu Ruxue finally failed to fight the serious illness. Le Lingshu lost his wife first, and then "bereaved his son".Father and son haven't seen each other for five years, but Le Lingshu seems to be more than ten years old. He is not yet 40 years old, and his temples are already full of gray.

Looking at his son's white hair, Le Lingshu's eyes were bloodshot. When his son came back alive, he didn't know whether to cry or laugh, and his nose was sore that he almost shed tears.

Master Fengyan left in a hurry after finishing his speech. Looking at Le Xuanying's dead eyes, Le Lingshu gritted his teeth and made up his mind.

"Go, get out!" Le Lingshu stuffed Xing Hui into Le Xuanying's arms, pointed to the door and said, "My Le family doesn't have such a waste like you! How did you promise me back then! Get out!"

Le Qingyang grabbed him: "Father, what are you doing! My brother is like that, you will destroy him!"

After closing the door, Le Lingshu said: "That's better than being so useless for a lifetime! He can't stand up by himself, and we can't help him stand up for a lifetime!"

With Xinghui on her back, Le Xuanying leaned against the wall of Yuefu and looked at the sky. People coming and going looked at the white-haired man curiously, but no one dared to step forward to ask anything, and they all left in a hurry.

For Le Xuanying, it doesn't matter now, he doesn't want to cheer up or something, he just wants to find a quiet place to stay and think about the past - those details that were too late to be thought about, Now it has become a precious thing.

Relying on the memory of Qiongkang, Le Xuanying walked out of the city. Pedestrians avoided him along the way, but there were exceptions.A group of half-grown teenagers in luxurious clothes came running noisily on the street, and not far away were followed by some people dressed as servants. These teenagers dragged something playfully and ran forward. too slow!"

"Forget it if you throw it in the river, he's just a stinky beggar. There are many people on the street..."

Le Xuanying stopped subconsciously, and the conversations of passers-by in the distance rang into his ears:

"Sin, how many children is that?"

"There were only three of them I saw, and they were all thrown into mass graves in the end..."

"These dignitaries are really lawless, just let their children ignore human lives like this?!"

"Shh, keep your voice down! Is there any way? Did you see that older boy, that is the youngest son of the Great General Protecting the Country! Who dares to take care of it? Don't die! The Great General Protecting the Country is something that the emperor can't mess with." rise……"

The group of teenagers suddenly formed a circle, talking about something, a child kicked something between his feet, and said: "It was originally, you have a mother but not a mother..."

Suddenly, the child was rushed to him, and a young man with shoe prints and dust all over his body was pressed on him, and he was torn together with him, angrily said: "You are the one who was born without a mother! Who is a beggar?! I have a mother, I have a home!"

Seeing this, a group of children went to drag the boy together. They were both older than one side, but the boy was like a raging lion cub, fighting with them fiercely. It seemed that his hands being tied didn't bother him much. The group of people I can hardly hold him down anymore.Seeing this, the servants who had been watching the play hurried over and pulled away the crying little master who was beaten.

Only now did Le Xuanying see clearly that the boy's body was covered with bloodstains, and there were still long drag marks on the ground—this boy was actually dragged all the way here!

A child with black eyes was beaten and cried, "Kill him, kill this little bastard!"

If it was just children fighting, Le Xuanying would not care about it, but this was too much, he frowned slightly, and said, "Stop it."

No one in the city would dare to stop this group of children, the servants were already used to dragging the young man over, each of them raised their feet, they were all taken aback when they heard the words, and looked at Le Xuanying in astonishment.

The young man had hugged his head and shrunk his body, waiting for the fists and feet to add to his body... Then he widened his eyes and looked at the white-clothed Taoist, feeling his eyes brighten.

The young man stared at the white figure without blinking, and murmured: "Immortal..."

When the servants saw Le Xuanying's hair and sword, they looked at each other and hesitated. They didn't know his background, especially now that many immortal sects were untouchable by the imperial court, let alone them, but those vile gangs Eldest young master...

Le Xuanying also knew that the decision-making power was not in their hands. He frowned and looked at the young masters. His eyes swept over, and the children all shivered. He yelled: "Ghost, ghost, ghost, ghost!"

All ran away.

Le Xuanying: "..."

The servant immediately found a step for himself: "Master, wait for me!"

The boy's feet were also tied, he moved to Le Xuanying's side with all his strength, and said cheerfully, "Brother Immortal! Are you sent by heaven to save me?"

For a moment, Le Xuanying really wanted to say pessimistically that it is impossible for God to control the life and death of a child in the city, but when he looked at the boy's bright eyes, he suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity...

He said, "Maybe..."

"Great, then you are saved!"

The young man opened the sleeve of the clothes he had been protecting, and inside was a little milk cat with sparse hair and a lot of blood on its body.

The author has something to say: I don’t know if it’s a fall from the sky or a reunion after a long absence...

I accidentally overwrote the predetermined chapters, and I couldn't control my hands.

The past ends tomorrow.