Hun Xiaotian is like a walking corpse walking in the barren mountains. He burns his soul power until the oil is exhausted. His hair is gray and there is no energy left in his body. He is walking towards the direction of Xishu Jian Mountain step by step. He is desperate to die.
I want to kill that woman.
Drowsily, that figure appeared in front of me.
He shook his head hard, unable to believe his eyes.
"I've hurt her too. If you want to kill her, kill me too!"
Qin Liaozhi spoke slowly and blocked his way.
Hun Xiaotian excitedly drew his sword and stabbed her. Qin Liaozhi stood there and slowly closed his eyes. If I had gone to Nanhai that day, she would not have died. Anyway, you saved my life. Since we
If I can't go back to the past, and I'm so tormented in my heart, I might as well die in your hands and be done with it.
A strong gust of wind blew by, and Xishan's sword stopped an inch in front of her.
Qin Liaozhi slowly opened his eyes, and Hun Xiaotian rolled his eyes and fell down in despair.
The bonfire jumped, reflecting the red and lonely face, Hun Xiaotian's body was like a withered manuscript, the body in the brocade clothes was as skinny as firewood, covered with dirt, his eyes were closed, his hair was withered and white, his broken body kept twitching, Ning'er's sister's voice,
kept ringing in his mind.
"Brother Xiaotian, you can't become a black cloud!"
Qin Zhizhi bit her lip lightly, and couldn't help but look at his heart. She slowly stretched out her palm, but stopped in the air. Tears kept flowing down her cheeks. After a long time, she slowly turned around and left alone.
"When you saved me, I knew you were from the Soul Clan. On Seven Little Carrots Peak, I chose a cloud suit for you. I hope you can wear it forever, because without the cloud, you might... just
ghost."
"Also, if you die like this, how can you be worthy of sister Ning'er's spirit in heaven?"
In the early morning, Hun Xiaotian woke up, with her words before leaving swirling in her mind.
He clenched his fists fiercely, opened his chest and let out a heart-rending roar to the sky. The rain fell like beads, soaking his clothes and blurring his face. He couldn't tell whether it was rain or tears.
Nine Heads Peak
Everything here is familiar yet unfamiliar. The blood on the ground has turned brown. The figure is kneeling on his knees, pressing his face against the pool of blood, crying silently, unwilling to get up for a long time.
Twelve Finger Sword Mountain and others looked at the figures from a distance, all wiping the corners of their eyes.
Hun Xiaotian picked up the Qiu Yu Sword, wiped it clean, stuffed it into his arms, and then staggered away.
Under the sacred tree of Shenhe, he buried the brocade garment and the Qiu Yu sword under the tree, and stood silently.
Negative Qin's figure often comes here to see him, not daring to disturb him, and not daring to come forward to talk to him. She just waits for him to sleep and quietly cleans up his filthy residence. This cleaning lasted seven years.
Hun Xiaotian waited under the tree for seven years, with spring flowers and autumn moons, summer passing and winter coming, the Shenhe tree never bloomed again, and he never waited for that figure.
On this day, the blue figure with a long harp on her back silently came to the ancient tree. She clasped her hands together, bowed deeply, and then stood quietly with him.
Looking at his unkempt appearance and unkempt beard, Mei Yi finally said: "Brother Hun, come back to Nanhai with me! We...have been waiting for you...to go back."
In the past seven years, she had come here to see him many times, but she only watched from a distance and never disturbed him.
Hun Xiaotian turned around and pushed her into the corner step by step. Zhou Xinrui had no way to retreat and became a little panicked when she looked at his cold and terrifying eyes.
"Don't like me."
"Brother Soul..."
"promise me."
Hun Xiaotian let out a roar that shook the sky, but Zhou Xinrui was not frightened by his voice, and her eyes that looked directly at him became stubborn and firm.
Twelve Finger Sword Mountain
In the past seven years, under the management of Lu Kouchuan and Zhou Pingsheng, Jianshan has begun to take shape. The villagers in Dingyong Town have been convinced of the immortals on Jianshan. The Haining Building has been replaced by the sign of Sanlai Restaurant, led by Li Sanlai from Jiulaifeng.
The first leader, Lu Kou Chuan became the first leader of the Twelve Finger Sword Mountain. Hua He and others also improved their spiritual power a lot. Green Water Peak opened its gates to recruit outstanding disciples from all over the world. In just a short time
Over the past few years, more than a dozen outstanding disciples have been recruited. Today, Green Water Peak is very happy. It is the auspicious day for the first Zhao Liushou and Yan Xiangying to get married.
Returning to Jiushou Peak, everything here is the same as before. Hun Xiaotian touched the railing, and a trace of heartache came to his heart again. Before the accident, he had always regarded Ning'er as his sister. Although he knew her thoughts, Qin knew that
The feeling in his heart could never be replaced. It was only when he lost her that he realized how important she was to him and that his feelings for her had surpassed the love between brother and sister.
Not far from the attic, there were some burned incense ash and paper wax. People should come here from time to time to pay homage. Hun Xiaotian finally smiled, sat down slowly, and looked up in the direction of Green Water Peak.
After seven years of hard work, Zhao Liu's hands have matured a lot, and the Withered Sword Technique has also been mastered. He dealt with the guests coming and going, looking at the mountain peak from time to time, until a man in brocade clothes appeared in the sky, and he showed a smile.
Twelve Finger Sword Mountain and others also stopped moving at the same time, looking delighted.
"Quick, light the firecrackers to welcome the distinguished guests."
The sound of firecrackers sounded, and Green Water Peak suddenly became lively.
Hun Xiaotian settled down and looked around at the crowd. Those expectant eyes made him feel guilty.
Lu Kouchuan wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and forced out a smile, "It'll be good to come back. It'll be good to come back."
A dozen young disciples from Green Water Peak all knelt down and said, "Welcome Uncle Soul Master back to the mountain."
Lan Ying walked up to him and pulled him by the skirt of his clothes, with tears shining in her big eyes.
Hun Xiaotian touched his head and nodded. Ji Jinghou and Pei Chongkang wiped the corners of their eyes and smiled happily.
Zhou Pingsheng shouted: "The distinguished guests have arrived, please invite the bride and groom into the hall."
Yan Xiangying, who was dressed in red and wearing a robe, walked out of the inner room. Although she was covered with a veil and could not see, she had already guessed something. She excitedly took Zhao Liu's hand and whispered a few words in his ear.
Zhao Liu nodded vigorously.
Zhou Pingsheng shouted again: "The bride and groom worship heaven and earth, worship heaven and earth."
The two held hands and bowed together.
"Two obeisances..."
Zhou Pingsheng stopped halfway through shouting. He and his family were born in a miserable life. Their parents died early and they had no relatives to worship in the high hall. Zhao Liu stepped forward to hold Hun Xiaotian and whispered: "Brother Hun, grandpa is dying."
I entrusted you with me before. My eldest brother is my father, and that position belongs to you."
Hun Xiaotian was stunned, how could he be willing to accept such a great gift from two newcomers with his slovenly appearance?
Zhao Liu held his hand and said: "You also saved Xiangying's life. To her, you are also her reborn parent. Senior Brother Hun cannot refuse."
Hun Xiaotian couldn't resist him, and all the guests in the hall looked at him with tacit approval and expectation in their eyes.
He turned around and pulled Lu Kouchuan over. If his eldest brother was his father, Lu Kouchuan should be the most suitable person.
Zhou Pingsheng said: "Very good, very good. Senior brother and Xiaotian will receive the wedding ceremony together. What do you think?"
"good."
The hall immediately became noisy and lively. Lu Kouchuan and Hun Xiaotian were pushed to the high hall by everyone. Although Hun Xiaotian was a barbarian, he knew the etiquette of the Central Plains. He did not sit on the empty Taishi chair and stood with Lu Kouchuan.
Received a gift from the newlyweds.
"Husband and wife pay homage."
"Send it like a bridal chamber."
The return of Hun Xiaotian made everyone put down the stone in their hearts, and the bridal chamber became very festive for a while.
Hun Xiaotian quietly withdrew from the crowd and walked to the beach alone.
The night breeze was blowing and the stars were sinking into the sea. Mei Yi walked to his side lightly and spoke after a long time.
"Is it really impossible to find it?"
Hun Xiaotian nodded.
"The Shenhe Shenmu is the spiritual root of heaven and earth. It can bloom for sister Ning'er. Maybe things can turn around."
Hun Xiaotian frowned and looked into the distance deeply. He had also thought this way over the years, but he tried his best to find no trace of her existence, so he only stayed there for seven years. In seven years, he went from expectation to disappointment.
, reached despair again, now, he no longer dared to think about it anymore, he just listened to him saying lightly:
"I only know that if she is still alive, she will never abandon her brother Xiaotian."
Zhou Xinrui hugged her knees, with inexplicable grievances flowing in her eyes. She didn't say anything, she just stared into the distance with him. Little did he know that she had been guarding here silently for the past seven years.
…
The second day
Twelve Finger Sword Mountain and others gathered together again, holding a red gift list in the hands of the senior brother. From this gift list, it can be seen that Lu Ming's sacrifice was not in vain. Many sects have seen clearly the shameless behavior of Binggu back then.
Their views on the Barbarian Territory have also changed a lot, otherwise it would be difficult for them to tolerate the existence of the Twelve Finger Sword Mountain. This time Zhao Liushou's wedding had many noble families sending congratulatory gifts.
Everyone looked at the congratulatory gifts piled up like a hill, and felt as if they were in another world.
The senior brother glanced at the gift list and suddenly stood up. Among the dazzling array of gift lists, he found several incredible words.
Binggu's gift - Green Water Sword.
"How can this be?"
Everyone was surprised. Zhao Liu opened the small mountain of gifts and found a wooden box with the pattern of Binggu sect printed on it. He opened it and was stunned on the spot.
That fairy sword is green all over, with flowing light. What is it if it's not a green water sword?
Everyone was silent for a long time. They all looked at Hun Xiaotian. They all knew that Hun Xiaotian had not left Youju Valley in the past few years. It was impossible for him to go to Binggu. Then why did Binggu show his kindness like this?
?
"Senior Brother Hun...this?" Zhao Liu looked at Hun Xiaotian with his hand.
Hun Xiaotian didn't know why, and just said lightly: "Since it's been sent to you, just accept it!"
The eldest brother discovered the name of Tianwang Sect again, and the column of congratulatory gifts actually said "a withered grass".
The senior brother slammed the gift list on the table.
"It's really too much of a lie."
Zhou Pingsheng comforted him a few words, saying that there was a reason why Shi Tuo acted like this.
When the senior brother opened the gift list, he discovered something strange. There was a line with a single name and the person giving the gift all in black.
Everyone was wondering when Hun Xiaotian sucked his palm, and a square wooden box was sucked into his palm. A strong smell of blood leaked out of the wooden box. Hun Xiaotian slowly opened it, and there was a rotten black head inside.