After keeping vigil all night, Qingyun thought about it and finally decided to leave Yiren Mountain as soon as possible and leave the place where he had lived for more than ten years. Not only for his own safety, he also wants to find out who the real murderer is.
Holding his knees with his hands, Qingyun leaned against his parents' tombstones and murmured to himself:
"There are two ways before me now. One is to find Sister Nanzhi first, and the second is to find Uncle Yichen."
At this point, he finally accepted the reality that his father was no longer here and began to think about his future direction.
After all, he had to live, and if he couldn't live, how could he find out the real murderer.
"I don't know where Sister Nanzhi is now. Grandpa Liangshan didn't explain it clearly before he left. Also, what does "heaven" mean? The world is so big, how can I find it? Dad also asked me to look for it when I'm desperate. Uncle Yi Qing, is it possible that there might be some misunderstanding between them?"
Thinking of this, Qingyun couldn't help but laugh at himself and said to himself:
"Aren't I desperate now?"
But in his heart, he still hoped to go to his uncle first and let him avenge himself.
Because he understood that he was just a helpless young man, and there was really nothing he could do against those murderers. His father was an immortal. How could he, a little mortal, be able to kill even an immortal?
It's better to go to see your uncle first.
At that moment, he made a plan to leave Yiren Mountain as soon as the sun rose. He went down the mountain to find out where the Immortal Sword Sect was and went to find his uncle, Yi Chen!
After clearing his thoughts, Qingyun also exuded a sense of anger from the bottom of his heart, and started to clean up the house without stopping.
He sorted out his parents' belongings one by one and locked them in the cabinet, brought a few changes of clothes, and then rummaged through the cabinets to find all the dry food in the house.
He knew that he needed silver to walk in the world. Without silver, he could not buy food. Without food, he would starve to death, so he had to bring as much food as possible, and then earn some silver on the way to find the Immortal Sword Sect.
Finally, Qingyun brought as many potions as his father had prepared for him when he was still alive to prevent the cold poison from attacking at any time.
By the time we finished packing, it was already morning.
Feeling the faint chill and fatigue oozing out of his body, Qingyun then remembered that he seemed to have not used his Qilin teeth to absorb Chaoyang's energy for several days.
So he quickly left the house, took out the amber pendant on his chest, and pointed it at the rising sun.
The sun seemed to be full of magic. After absorbing the energy contained in the rising sun, the Qilin teeth miraculously drove away the chill in his body much faster than before, which surprised Qingyun.
In the past, it would take nearly a quarter of an hour to half an hour for this tooth to help him recover. Unexpectedly, today he was able to recover in a short time. Even his hunger disappeared after he had not eaten enough water or rice for a day. He couldn't help but feel again. Thinking of my father:
"Daddy, you must have done it for me, thank you daddy!" 1
Just looking at the crystal pendant in his hand, he thought about how his parents had spent countless efforts to treat his cold syndrome, and even his father might have lost his life because of this pendant.
Thinking of this, Qingyun's originally calm mood suddenly became extremely angry. He pulled off the pendant and held it in his hand, saying fiercely:
"It's all your fault! Without you, dad wouldn't have died!"
The angry Qingyun became a little bit irrational and actually wanted to throw away the Qilin Tooth.
However, he held it in his hands for a long time, but he never felt cruel, because it was the last thing his father gave him, and he could not waste the hope that his father had bought for him with his life.
After a long while, he finally carefully put the Qilin Ya on his chest, put his luggage on his back, and took a few more glances at his parents' graves and his own cabin.
This time Qingyun didn't cry, not even the sourness that brewed tears, like the dry blue sky in hot summer or the frozen soil that is difficult to melt after frost. Because from the moment he decided to leave Yiren Mountain and walked out of Liangren Village, he was carrying something on his back.
He didn't dare to tell himself that this kind of thing was called hatred, so he had to lock the last words of his father and the two old men, as well as these complicated thoughts in the deepest part of his heart, and sealed them tightly with a box called "survive".
So from then on, he had nothing to worry about;
So from then on, he never had a home.
Before leaving, Qingyun decided to take his father's broken sword with him, and the fragments of the sword were buried in his father's grave. After all, he was not sure if Uncle Yi Chen would listen to his words.
With a pure white hilt and a bright red tassel, he didn't know what to call this sword. He only recognized the word "green" on the sword, but every time he touched it lightly, he seemed to be able to feel his father's body temperature.
Finally, Qingyun tied up his hair, put on his sword, and went down the mountain.
The green hills are still the same, the vegetation is still the same, and there is just a new grave next to Yun Mulan's grave.
Relatives are absent, the white fox is nowhere to be found, and the thoughts of thousands of people in the mountains are all dissipated in the wind with a fire in the village.
By the time he left Yiren Mountain, the fire in the village had been extinguished. Looking at the ruins of the village, Qingyun remained silent for a long time.
Surprisingly, there was no sadness that vaguely appeared in front of his eyes in the past. Qingyun just felt that his memory of everything here had begun to slowly fade away with the passage of time.
My heart felt empty.
My heart is also heavy.
Hatred?
Is it possible to forget hatred? It's not possible, that's ridiculous!
Although Qingyun is young, he also knows that hatred will affect a person's character, but if he forgets hatred just for some influence, then he will be a son of man in vain.
He must understand the so-called "heaven" mentioned by Grandpa Liangshan, because this is the only clue he currently knows about the Immortal Sword Sect except what his father mentioned.
Although Yan Liangshan asked him not to take revenge, his consciousness before his death was already blurred, and he inadvertently revealed that the so-called "heaven" might be related to the murderer. But looking at the vast road outside the village, Qingyun's heart was filled with anxiety.
The road is no better than the tree-lined path. He knows how to walk up and down the mountain, and he often walks it, but what about the road under his feet now? Where to go? Ask someone? Where are people?
It turns out that no one is here anymore!
Qingyun shook his head, the smile on his face was full of bitterness.
He is not a dull person. He must survive. This is a skill he learned from fighting illness and living in the mountains and forests since he was a child. In the words of his father when he was suffering from colds in the past:
"If you can't hold on, you will die!"
Finally, he calmed down, looked back at the village, and walked forward along the road outside the village. Just like the clouds in the clear sky, Qingyun began his wandering life.
However, Xiao Yun'er is just a child after all. For a strange world, even if he has learned his father's calm way of dealing with things, Yi Qing's calm demeanor and ability cannot be honed overnight.
Not long after leaving the village, hunger and fatigue hit him like a raging tide.
What Qingyun didn't know was that his frailty and body coldness were from congenital origin, and the cause was laid before he was born. He would not have been alive until now, but of course he would gradually know this later.
Yi Qing and his wife did not tell him the cause of the disease, nor did they tell him that their survival was all due to the two of them transferring their own true energy to him at the risk of their lives.
In addition, his father later concocted a potion to replenish his vitality, and now the Qilin teeth help him absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to nourish his body. Otherwise, let alone the fifteen-year agreement with Yan Liangshan, it would have been stillborn.
It was winter now, and Qingyun was a little exhausted from the long walk. He sat down on the ground, gasping for air, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart:
"Hey, I don't know where the place is ahead, and I don't know if we can get to the nearest town."
Looking at the endless road, Qingyun took off the slightly heavy broken sword from his body and gently stroked it.
He didn't know if it was his own illusion, but he seemed to feel that the sword had not yet escaped the pain of losing its owner, and had been gently stroking, and then three days passed by in a flash.
Relying on the survival skills he learned in the mountains and forests, Qingyun did not encounter any danger during these three days, except for the time when he met a wild wolf while sleeping in the woods.
Fortunately, no matter how hungry the jackal was, it couldn't reach the blue clouds climbing up the treetops. After that, he went calmly all the way, and later unknowingly walked on the official road to Qianzhong City.
When he saw a living person again, Qingyun's heart was still full of joy. Of course, this joy also contained his fear and worry about strangers.
In fact, most people are like him, and they are all full of vigilance, let alone this fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy who goes out alone.
However, the smart Qingyun did the same thing. He saw that the passers-by had wrapped their luggage tightly, so he also cut an old clothes in the package into a large piece of cloth, and gave the eye-catching broken sword to Wrap it up to avoid unnecessary trouble.
He was born extremely handsome, and inherited his father's sword-shaped eyebrows. However, he did not inherit the cold and arrogant temperament of Yi Qinghu, but his eyes seemed to have inherited Yun Mulan's gentleness and tranquility.
The appearance of these ethereal and pure eyes on a man gave him a warm and jade-like feeling, making people feel as comfortable as the spring breeze blowing on their face just by looking into his eyes.
Coupled with his slender figure, almost no pedestrians were wary of him along the way. Except for a few rough guys who mistook him for a pretty lady, Qingyun's walking was actually smoother than before in the mountains and fields.
"Uncle Chen, do you know there are other towns around Qianzhong City?"
Qingyun asked curiously while taking a bite of wild fruits picked from the roadside.
The juice flowed down the throat and into the stomach, making him feel very comfortable. After living in Yiren Mountain for many years, he had already been able to identify which fruits were edible and even which herbs could be used as medicine.
"Xiao Qingyun asked why these things are happening. Do you still want to travel far away?"
