Chapter 124: Calling for Love in the North of the Wasteland
There was a dead silence in the tent. The young man looked at the hunting knife on the ground without saying a word..." There was no emotion at all. After a long time, I didn't know what happened in the past, and a faint brightness came back.
In his eyes.
He held onto the ground and sat upright with difficulty. He looked at the deserted father and son across from him, letting the solemnity and sanctity he was accustomed to in the past return to his cheeks, and said calmly: "It turns out that sneak attacks don't make much sense."
It was a very incomprehensible sentence, but he said it very seriously and solemnly. His tone was still the same as it had been for more than ten years, calm and gentle, revealing an innate pride and condescending indifference.
However, he is no longer the glorious and beautiful son of Xiling, but a haggard and dirty wanderer, so this look on his face seems extremely inconsistent, and can even be said to be a bit ridiculous.
The father and son thought he was ridiculous, but they did not laugh. The little boy picked up the hunting knife on the ground, walked up to him, and wanted to chop off his head like the head of a wild beast in the snowy mountains.
Seeing the shadow of the hunting knife slashing toward his eyes, the young man with a noble status who had fallen into the wilderness finally felt the sinister nose of death, just like when he felt the arrow on the snow cliff.
In fact, this feeling was not unfamiliar to him. He had spent half his life on the burning platform and had seen the fear and confusion of countless prisoners on their deathbeds in the underworld. However, at that time, he had never associated this emotion with himself.
The young man from the Central Plains is not afraid of death, at least he thinks he is not afraid of death, but he really doesn't want to die in the hands of a deserted boy. The method of death is too absurd and inconsistent with his identity.
He didn't deserve to die because the father of the desert man stopped his son.
Huangren's father looked at his son, shook his head, and educated him: "We Huangren have saved people, so there is no reason to kill again. What's more, this young man from the Central Plains has obviously lost his mind. It is not auspicious to kill a madman."
The little boy asked: "What should we do? We can't raise a madman."
Huang Ren's father explained: "Since he wants to kill us, then naturally we can no longer raise him. It is most fair to throw him out and let him fend for himself and let Lord Hades decide his life and death."
The tent was surrounded by extremely cold temperatures and howling snow wind. The young man was seriously injured and was already dying. Without the warmth of the tent and fire, he would probably die within a few moments.
The father and his son knew this very well, but even if the desert man had sympathy, he would not be so stupid that he would be too stupid. The father carried the young man out of the tent like a chicken and threw him far away into a minefield.
That young man is naturally Prince Longqing.
On the snowy cliff deep in the Tianqi Mountains, when he was at the critical moment of breaking through his fate, Ning Que shot a Yuan Thirteen arrow through his chest and abdomen. Not only did this arrow almost kill him on the spot, but what was even more serious was that
It directly destroyed all his cultivation realm and confidence. You must know that past history has already proved that being disturbed by foreign objects at the critical moment of breaking through the realm will have extremely serious consequences and will be counterattacked by the vitality of heaven and earth.
Ning Que's Yuan Thirteen Arrow is definitely not an ordinary foreign object or inner demon, and the impact it has on Longqing Emperor Yao is not as simple as the backlash of heaven and earth's vitality. Just because of that arrow, he will never be able to practice again in his life. In other words
He went from being a strong practitioner who could enter the realm of destiny knowledge the fastest, to an absolute loser.
Some people are still alive, but already dead, even more painful and desperate than dead.
The Prince Longqing who was on the snow cliff that day was just that kind of person. After the Taoist idiot forcibly pulled him back from the line of death, he fell down the snow cliff like a zombie and walked numbly to the north of the wilderness.
The reason why he went to the north was because the night was longer there. Prince Longqing felt that Haotian's light had already abandoned him, so he chose to die on the other side of the night, at least this way he would not stain Haotian's eyes.
It was cold and snowy, and he thought he might turn into a zombie in the snow at any time. However, he didn't know whether it was the pure Tao breath that Ye Hongyu poured into his body, or the pill from Zhi Shou Guan.
Due to the effectiveness of the method, he never fell down and walked with difficulty and pain for several days, and then passed out in a mountain col.
If nothing else happened at that time, when the pure Tao Qi in his body was gradually released, when the effect of the pill completely disappeared, he would eventually become a corpse dragged deep in the snow in the north of Tianqi Mountain, and no one would ever be able to
His death was discovered until thousands or tens of thousands of years later, when the weather changed again and the snow melted and the ice disappeared, revealing the shriveled frozen corpse. However, at that time, who could remember that there was a man named Prince Longqing thousands of years ago?
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After being rescued by the deserted father and son, Prince Longqing was still at a loss, but his desire to die was slightly weaker, because no matter who had experienced a life-and-death struggle, he would always have stronger emotions for the world.
Being able to live allowed him to have goodwill towards Huang Ren and his son, but the hatred and hatred for the Demon Sect deeply rooted in his bones, and the contempt for Huang Ren still existed. The stronger the gratitude in his heart, the more painful and torment he felt in his heart, and he thought silently for a long time.
After a long time, he decided to knock down the deserted father and son, and then said something that he had no chance to say.
"On behalf of Haotian, I forgive your sins."
Prince Longqing in the tent was in an extremely chaotic state, both mentally and logically... That state was between life and death, between light and darkness... between gratitude and disgust,
Between the memory of glory and the embarrassing reality, it was precisely because of this that he made such an inexplicable choice.
The fact that he was thrown out of the tent made Prince Longqing sober up and remember many things clearly... He was no longer the godly son of Xiling with peach blossoms in his hands, and he was no longer the prince of Yan Kingdom who had been well-dressed and well-fed since he was a child.
The person who is qualified to be expected to revive Dayan is just a loser whose snowy mountains and seas have been destroyed and can no longer practice cultivation.
He lay in the cold snowdrift, not knowing whether he was alive or dead. Pictures from the past flashed through his mind quickly. I don't know if it was because of these pictures or the cold. His body became stiffer and stiffer, and his thin and brittle cheeks became more and more stiff.
The paler he becomes, the fainter the luster in his eyes becomes.
The former Prince Longqing was now like a destitute beggar, waiting silently for his death on the snowfield where few people were seen. However, fortunately or extremely unfortunately, Lord Hades, who was in charge of the night and death, seemed to be extremely dissatisfied with this person.
The beggar still has a faint scent of light left in him, but he still refuses to give a sweet kiss.
As he sat until early in the morning, Prince Longqing's eyes moved slightly, and his usually slender and charming eyelashes fell with the frost. He looked at his chest indifferently and found that he was not dead yet. He stood up slowly and continued his work.
After interrupting the journey for some time, we headed towards the far north where the night was still dark.
Under the interaction of the wind, snow and cold, the luxurious coat finally found that it could no longer hold up, and the strands were scattered behind him. The bright yellow noble color had long faded, leaving only a close-fitting underwear on him.
The serum and soil were stained with jet black, and the internal organs couldn't tell whether it was blood or soil.
Walking until noon, the blazing sun shone above his head, but it was only bright but without any heat, like a false existence. He weakly raised his head and glanced at the sky, squinted his eyes with difficulty, and then used all his strength to look towards Tao.
He took a step and felt a foreign body on the sole of his foot. When he looked down, he found that the shoe had been broken at some point, and a sharp piece of ice had penetrated deeply into the sole of his foot at some point, but he could no longer feel the pain.
With thin clothes, bare feet, and a seriously injured body, Prince Longqing continued to walk weakly. He didn't know where he was going, but he just followed the deepest intuition in his heart, aimlessly but never deviated from heading north.
In the direction, the darkness there has been attracting him on his deathbed, just like the light in the past.
He didn't know how long he had walked, and because he was too weak and walked slowly, he didn't know how many miles he had walked. He couldn't feel hunger or pain. Those instinctive desires of human beings seemed to be tortured by the double torture of despair and inability to die.
The rain gradually faded, but he had to continue walking north. He didn't need to eat, but he had to be able to support his body that might fall at any time, so he broke a branch on the road and used it as a cane.
It is difficult for trees to survive in the wilderness of the far north. There are no thick branches anywhere. The thin branch only supported him as he walked hundreds of feet to Xiang Tao before it broke. His body fell heavily on the snow and was shaken out.
With a few traces of gray blood on the corners of his lips, he climbed up with difficulty, his face still expressionless. He looked dully at the seemingly endless wasteland in the distance to the north, sighed softly, and then sat down.
He didn't know how many days and miles he had walked, but he still hadn't walked into death or reached the dark north. He felt a little regretful and quietly looked up at the sky, watching the twilight in the sky gradually be replaced by the dark night.
After sitting in the cold wasteland all night, until morning came, the first ray of sunlight shone on the monotonous snowfield, shining on his slightly squinted eyes. Because there were no eyelashes, the eyelids looked particularly smooth.
"It's dawn after all." He looked at the first light in the east and murmured in a hoarse voice: "How wonderful it would be if the day never dawned again. Why am I so afraid of seeing the skylight butterfly now..."
The rapid sound of horse hooves came from the south.
Prince Longqing stared blankly to the east, completely ignoring the sound coming from behind him.
The sound of horse hoofbeats was getting closer and closer, but there was still a long distance between them. Lu Chenjia jumped off the horse's back in the heavy snow, rushed behind him, then slowly squatted down, opened his arms and hugged his body from behind.
The big snow horse swayed twice and almost fell on the snowy field. It had run continuously for more than a thousand miles day and night. No matter how powerful it was, it had reached its weakest point.
Lu Chenjia hugged him gently and pressed her face against his. He didn't dare to use force but refused to let go, as if he was worried that if he let go, this beloved man would disappear again and walk into the darkness.
After these days, a smile finally appeared on Prince Longqing's face. He looked at the faint morning light in the east, gently sniffed the breath coming from his face, and said in a hoarse voice: "Don't you feel that you are holding a human body?"
Corpse?"
Lu Chenjia lowered his head and said with a smile: "If you are willing to look back at me, you will know that I am ugly now."