Qingyun didn't know if the dreams in the Ling Mirror Sacrifice could make his father know in the spring, but he still buried his head deeply on the ground, crying while constantly telling his parents about his experiences and stories over the years.

At the end of his words, Qingyun choked up so much that he could not help himself, but he kept telling everything about him intermittently to the tombstone.

"Dad, mom, Yun'er really wants to stay with you all the time, but the eldest sister's situation is very bad. If she cannot refine jade pieces, she will disappear without the nourishment of the soul power. So please forgive her child for being unfilial."

After kowtowing hard again, Qingyun's eyes began to slowly become firmer.

For some reason, the grave of his parents was still silent, but the words Yi Qing and Yun Mulan seemed to give him great courage and encouragement.

It was as if my father's big hand was patted on his shoulder again, and it was as if my mother had once again embraced him into the warm embrace.

"Dad, mom, don't worry, I will definitely save my elder sister and live strongly. I will never give up easily, never!"

A blood flashed in his eyes, and Qingyun spit out the last wisp of turbid air in his chest.

At this time, he felt that his consciousness was never as clear as ever, and he could clearly feel negative emotions such as hatred, sadness, killing, etc., which were constantly affecting his mind.

But he could also clearly feel that behind these negative emotions, in fact, his fear and cowardice about the unknown.

Even after the mental defense set by Happy Kung Fu was destroyed by the blood evil karma, he began to learn to use the suppression and absorption of the Tibetan Feng, plus his own face to fight and tolerate those sufferings.

Qingyun didn't know if he would fall into the demonic path, but among the demonic monks he encountered in the thirty-three realms, there were not many bloodthirsty and violent people.

And as long as the elder sister can be reborn, even if she becomes a madman and a demon, what does it matter?

Before turning around, Qingyun thought solemnly for a while, then took out the Zangfeng and cut the name on his parents' tombstone with a sword.

Since Wang Qingquan, the ruins of Liangren Village, will find that the white-clothed powerful man has also come, so doing so can protect himself while also allowing his parents to rest in peace.

After doing all this, Qingyun silently returned to the hut and then pushed the door open.

"This! This is!"

With a glance, he suddenly found a piece of letter lying quietly on the wooden table in the house!

Someone has been here!

He quickly stepped forward and opened it, and a few lines of beautiful small words immediately caught his eye, making his eyes wet again.

"Yunlang, A Lian knows that you must be alive but don't know where to find you. She has to go home often and leave a letter to express her lovesickness."

With just a few words, Qingyun's hands trembled, biting his lips tightly, and choking his throat.

"A Lian is as sad as you are about Sister Luo, and A Lian also wants to apologize to Yunlang. She shouldn't have hated Sister Luo, and she shouldn't have hurt your heart."

Although the pen and ink cannot make a sound, between the lines, the little fox's crazy longing and regretful guilt deeply penetrated into Qingyun's heart.

"I also asked the ancestors in the ancestral court to study it. Legend has it that as long as the soul has not been dissipated, there will always be a technique to repair and nourish the spirit. At that time, Sister Luo Yi will definitely be reborn. Although the old guys can't do it, Yunlang should not be discouraged!"

"Don't worry, Yunlang, A Lian will protect himself. If you see this letter, leave me some words. I will come here every once in a while! A Lian, who loves you."

After Qingyun finished reading the letter, tears had already melted the thick ink.

To endure the sadness, Qingyun couldn't find paper and pen in a hurry, so he had to gently condense the spiritual blade at his fingertips and carve a few short words on the wooden table.

"A Lian, I'm fine, don't worry."

He didn't know why A Lian was so sure that he was still alive, but even though he had thousands of words, he didn't know what to say to the little fox.

However, after his mood calmed down, Qingyun still added a few more words below:

"You can practice well in the clan, because I have found a way to let Luo Yituo live. After everything is processed, I will find a way to contact you."

Qingyun suddenly paused when he wrote this, but after a moment, he still engraved the last two words, Yunlang.

"I'm such a bastard."

Qingyun said with a sad face and mocked himself.

Because he suddenly realized that he seemed to have not only defeated his relatives and friends, but even inadvertently, he had already let down one woman who loved him and missed him. Zhang Huang was at a loss and made mistakes again and again.

After calming down his mood and turning the letter into ashes, Qingyun could only sigh and leave.

It was not that he had thought that the little fox would wait here, maybe she would come back soon, but Xiao Luoyi's soul needs soul power to nourish it, which means he needs to fight and kill continuously.

In the end, he still had to go to Yukong Sect to see if he could ask Zhong Linyu, the ancestor of the Zhong family, to refine Mingyu Boiler, so he gave up the idea of ​​a temporary rest.

I was familiar with bringing the door and plugging the door bolt. My master was leaving the barrier with regret. Unexpectedly, just as he stepped out, he felt a sudden warning in his heart!

"Master!"

In fact, he did not notice the other party's existence at all. He only relied on the powerful five senses brought to him by the Immortal True Spirit, and noticed a trace of ethereal opportunity for the other party.

Fortunately, there seems to be no murderous aura in this opportunity, which shows that the person who attacked should have no malicious temptation.

Qingyun didn't even think about it. He hid his sword tightly and held the sword tightly like a curtain. With a clang of his hand, he directly pressed against the opponent's sword tip with his backhand!

It’s a pity that my master was not Bai Zhizheng back then, but the people who came out were much better than Chen Xingqiang, who was good at sneak attacks.

A powerful force came from his arms, and he was knocked away by the opponent's sword. He bent down and plowed the ground with his left hand and feet, and then he barely stabilized his body.

However, after knocking Qingyun away, the opponent did not rush to take action, but stood in front of the barrier of the hut, as if looking at him.

Similarly, looking up, I saw that the visitor was a middle-aged man about 40 years old. He had phoenix eyes and three long beards. Although his appearance was not handsome, he was still upright and somewhat similar to Bai Zhizheng, who was as powerful as a hero, but was thinner.

After a closer look, the middle-aged man wore a white jade hairpin and a blue and white brocade robe. His cuffs were embroidered with black cloud patterns. He was simple but not without nobleness, and he had the aura of a superior.

"Tsk, I can't see through it. Did you use the defensive treasure?"

Qingyun has long been no longer a naughty person who knows people based on his first impression. Not only can he not see through the other party's cultivation, he was also knocked away by his sword with his transformed spirit blade. It can be seen that he is powerful and may have the third level of the Yuanhua Realm.

Fortunately, at least judging from the aura emitted by the other party, this person should still be in the Yuanhua Realm, so as long as he is not a cultivator in the Concentration Realm, he thought that if he paid some price, he could still escape.

"I dare to ask my fellow Taoist's name, why are you attacking me for no reason?"

He stood up and held his fists, but the young master still bowed very politely, and there was no sign of anger.

He knew that the sword just now was not his opponent, and he could only eat it if he had a small loss. There was a barrier outside the house, so the other party could not get in.

Whether he has been planning for a long time or happens to pass by, it doesn't matter.

The eyes were facing each other, the eyes of the visitor were extremely deep, and the muscles on his face were twitching constantly, as if they were suppressing their emotions, which made Qingyun a little puzzled.

However, after waiting for a long time, the man did not answer or did not take action, which made me feel suspicious.

As the middle-aged man was silent, the spiritual blade in his hand slowly dissipated, and it didn't seem like he wanted to confront him. Seeing this, Qingyun couldn't help but frown and immediately said:

"If there is nothing wrong, I will say goodbye."

Holding the sword and holding the fist again, Qingyun wanted to turn around and leave, but unexpectedly, the middle-aged man actually moved!

Just as the spiritual blade that was about to dissipate began to re-constitute quickly, the short boots hit the ground and killed them again!

"Damn it, let's make you fuck you!"

The young master was immediately angry and thought to himself that if you have something to do, you just say nothing, just like a fool, but you stop him when he is leaving, are you sick?

If the other party hadn't had any murderous intent, I would have fought with him with all my might.

Table Tennis!

In the blink of an eye, the other party actually stabbed nine swords one after another!

Although it was blocked and resolved by Qingyun one by one, the huge force coming from the hilt of the sword always reminded him that the other party was extremely powerful.

Moreover, the middle-aged man's sword technique seems to be pretty regular, but the authentic Xuanmen is very strong, and it seems to be from a famous sect.

There were many plants and trees in the mountains. The young man took advantage of the huge force of the opponent's spiritual blade and flew back step by step, and finally opened a short distance from it. At this time, the man also spoke:

"The Qi and meridians are long, and Changchun Gong is the foundation, is it Qingxutian?"

"Mad, I finally spoke to you!"

Qingyun cursed in his heart, but smiled brightly on his face and did not answer.

Faced with the young master's disagreement, the twitching muscles on the man's face slowly calmed down, and he said to himself again:

"No, the Mu Ling power is too weak, and Changchun Gong cannot cultivate such profound skills."

As soon as he finished speaking, the man's footsteps suddenly exerted force, his speed was a little faster than before, and his moves began to change!

All the vital points that Qingyun's predecessor, such as shoulders, elbows, wrists, knees, etc., were covered with the other party's sword shadows!

Even if you only defend one sword at a time, you have to defend against more than ten swords at the same time!

"So fast!"

This is the first time I have met a cultivator with such a sword speed. It is hard to imagine that he can reach such speed in the early stage of the Yuanhua Realm.

"Do you have to use the Xiaoyao Sword when you come up?"

Qingyun guessed that if he wanted to block it all, he would probably have to use the Xiaoyao Sword among the Heavenly Illusion Sword.

But once the trump card is exposed, his spiritual power will be drawn nearly half, and the other party's intention is not clear. He hesitated for a moment, but finally gave up this plan temporarily.

His eyes turned, and a cruel expression flashed across his face.

He immediately raised the body protection spirit shield to the limit. Although he knew that he could not block the opponent's sword light, he had to fight for himself to breathe for half a breath.

Sure enough, the opponent's sword light was extremely sharp, and Qingyun's body protection spirit shield almost shattered, but just as he had planned before, the sword light suddenly stopped!

"good!"
Chapter completed!