Qingyun didn't know if his father could understand the dream inside the Spiritual Mirror Festival, but he still buried his head deeply in the ground, and kept telling his parents about his experiences and stories over the years while shedding tears.
At the end of his words, Qingyun was so choked up that he couldn't help himself, but he persisted in facing the tombstone and told everything about him intermittently until now.
"Father and mother, Yun'er really wants to stay with you like this forever, but the eldest sister's condition is very bad. If she can't refine the jade pieces again and doesn't have the nourishment of the soul-born soul power, she will eventually disappear, so please forgive me, kid. Unfilial."
After kowtowing loudly a few times again, Qingyun's eyes slowly became firmer.
For some reason, his parents' graves were still silent, but the words Yi Qing and Yun Mulan seemed to give him great courage and encouragement.
It was as if his father's big hand had patted his shoulder again, and as if his mother had once again embraced him into a warm embrace.
"Father, mother, don't worry, I will definitely save my eldest sister, and I will definitely survive strong. I will never give up easily, never!"
With a flash of blood in his eyes, Qingyun spit out the last bit of turbid air in his chest.
At this time, he felt that his mind was clearer than ever before, 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 was actually his fear and cowardice of the unknown.
Even after the mental defense set up by Kaixin Gong was destroyed by the blood evil karma, he began to learn to use Zangfeng's suppression and absorption, and add his own face-to-face attitude to resist and tolerate those hardships.
Qingyun didn't know if he would fall into the devil's path, but among the devil's monks he met in the thirty-three realms, there were not many murderous and violent people.
And as long as the eldest sister can be reincarnated as a human being, even if he becomes a madman and a demon, what does it matter?
Before turning around, Qingyun thought seriously for a long time, then took out the Zangfeng and scratched out the names on his father and mother's tombstone with a sword.
Since Wang Qingquan will find out in the ruins of Liangren Village that the powerful man in white has also been here, so while protecting himself, he can also let his parents sleep peacefully.
After doing all this, Qingyun silently returned to the hut, then opened the door and entered.
"This! This is!"
As he looked, he suddenly found a piece of letter lying quietly on the wooden table in the room!
Someone has been here!
He quickly stepped forward and opened it, and a few lines of beautiful small characters suddenly came into view, making his eyes moist again.
"Yunlang, Alian knows that you must still be alive but doesn't know where to look for you. She has to go home from time to time to look around and leave a letter along the way to express her condolences."
After just a few words, Qingyun's hands were trembling, he bit his lips tightly, and his throat was choked with sobs.
"Alian is as sad as you about Sister Luo Yi. Moreover, Alian also wants to apologize to Yun Lang. She shouldn't have hated Sister Luo Yi so much, and she shouldn't have hurt your heart, Yun Lang."
Although the pen and ink cannot make a sound, between the lines, the little fox's crazy longing and regretful guilt have penetrated deeply into Qingyun's heart.
"I also asked the ancestors in the ancestral court to study it. It is said that as long as the soul is not exhausted, there is always a way to repair and nourish the spirit. When the time comes to find a suitable body, Sister Luo Yi will definitely be reborn. Although the old guys do No, but Yun Lang, don’t be discouraged!”
"Don't worry, Mr. Yun. Alian will also protect herself. If you see this letter, please leave me some words. I will visit you every once in a while! I love you, Alian."
By the time Qingyun finished reading the letter, his tears had already melted away.
Holding back his sadness, Qingyun couldn't find any pen and paper in a hurry, so he had to gently condense the spirit blade on his fingertips and carved a few words on the wooden table.
"Alian, I'm fine, don't miss me."
He didn't know why Alian was so sure that she was still alive, but even though she had thousands of words to say, she didn't know what to say to the little fox.
However, after his mood calmed down a little, Qingyun still added a few more words below:
"You can just practice well within the clan, because I have found a way to give Luo Yituo a life. When everything is dealt with, I will find a way to contact you."
Qingyun suddenly paused as he wrote this, but after a while he finally carved the last two words, Yunlang.
"I'm such an asshole."
Qingyun laughed at himself with a sad face.
Because he suddenly discovered that he seemed to be not only restraining his relatives and friends, but also inadvertently betraying women who loved and missed him one after another. He was so confused that he made the same mistake again and again.
After gathering his mood and turning the letter into ashes, Qingyun could only sigh and leave.
It's not that he hasn't thought about waiting for the little fox here. Maybe she will come back soon, but Xiao Luoyi's soul needs soul-generating soul power to warm and nourish it, which means that he needs to keep fighting and fighting. Killing.
In the end, he still had to go to the Jade Sky Gate to see if he could ask Zhong Linyu, the ancestor of the Zhong family, to refining the Mingyu Ice Pieces, so he gave up the idea of taking a break.
The familiar person closed the door and bolted it. The young master was leaving the barrier feeling sorry for himself. Unexpectedly, as soon as he stepped out, a warning flashed through his heart!
"Master!"
In fact, he did not notice the other party's existence at all. He only noticed the vague opportunity of the other party with the powerful five senses brought to him by the immortal true spirit.
Fortunately, there does not seem to be any murderous intent in this opportunity, which shows that the person who took action was probably just a test without any malicious intent.
Qingyun didn't even think about it. Zang Feng grasped the sword as tightly as a curtain, and with a clang of his backhand, he directly touched the opponent's sword tip with the sword blade!
It's a pity that the young master is not the Bai Zhizheng of the past, but the person who comes here is much better than Chen Xing who is good at sneak attacks.
A strong force came from his arms, and he was directly knocked away by the opponent's sword. He bent down, and his left hand and feet plowed the ground into a ravine several feet long. Only then was he able to stabilize himself. Stay in shape.
However, the opponent didn't rush to take action after knocking Qingyun away. Instead, he stood still in front of the boundary of the hut, seeming to be sizing him up.
Similarly, when he looked up, he saw that the person who came was a middle-aged man in his forties, with stern eyes and three long beards. Although his appearance was not handsome, he was quite upright. He is somewhat similar to the heroic Bai Zhizheng, but a little thinner.
Upon closer inspection, the middle-aged man is wearing an exquisite white jade hairpin and a blue and white one-piece brocade robe, with black cloud patterns embroidered on the sleeves and skirts. He is simple but noble, giving him the aura of a superior.
"Tsk, I can't see clearly. Did you use a defensive treasure?"
Qingyun is no longer the stupid one who recognizes people based on first impression. Not only can he not see through the opponent's cultivation level, but he was also knocked away by him with just one sword of his transformed spirit blade. This shows how powerful he is, and he may have The cultivation level of the third level of Yuan Hua Realm.
Fortunately, at least judging from the aura emanating from the other party, this person should still be in the Yuan Hua Realm, so as long as he was not a monk in the Concentration Realm, he thought that he could still escape if he paid a price.
"I dare to ask my dear friend's name and why he attacked me for no reason."
Standing up and clasping his fists, the young man saluted very politely, without showing any signs of anger.
He knew the sword strike just now, and knew that he might not be his opponent, so he would suffer a small loss. Moreover, there was a barrier outside the house, and it was impossible for the other party to enter.
It doesn't matter whether he had planned it for a long time or happened to be passing by.
Their eyes met, the person's eyes were extremely deep, and the muscles on his face were twitching constantly, as if he was suppressing his emotions, which made Qingyun a little puzzled.
However, after waiting for a long time, the man did not answer or take action, which made the young master full of doubts.
And as the middle-aged man fell silent, the spiritual blade in his hand slowly dispersed, and he didn't look like he wanted to confront him. Seeing this, Qingyun couldn't help but frown, and immediately said:
"If nothing happens, I'll take my leave."
Holding the sword and clasping his fists, Qingyun was about to turn around and leave. Unexpectedly, at this moment, the middle-aged man actually moved!
He saw that the spiritual blade that was about to disperse began to re-consolidate quickly, and the short boots hit the ground and killed him again!
"Damn, what a mess!"
The young master was immediately angry. If you have something on your mind, you can just say it. You act like a fool and remain silent. When someone wants to leave, you stop him. Are you sick?
If it weren't for the fact that the other party didn't have any killing intent, I would have fought him at full power.
Ping ping ping!
Zang Feng faced the spirit blade, and in the blink of an eye, the opponent stabbed nine swords in succession!
Although Qingyun blocked and resolved them one by one, the huge force coming from the hilt of the sword always reminded him that the opponent was extremely powerful.
Moreover, the middle-aged man's swordsmanship seems to be quite satisfactory, but the authentic Xuanmen aura is very strong, as if he comes from a famous sect.
There were many trees and grass in the mountains. With the help of the huge strength of the opponent's spiritual blade, the young man flew back in one step and finally opened a short distance away from him. At this time, the man also spoke:
"The Qi pulse is long and the Changchun Gong is the foundation. Is this Qingxu Tian?"
"Mad, I finally spoke to you!"
Qingyun cursed in his heart, but he smiled brilliantly and did not answer.
Facing the young man's noncommittal, the twitching muscles on the man's face slowly calmed down, and he murmured to himself again:
"No, the wood spirit power is too weak, and Changchun Kung Fu cannot achieve such a profound skill."
As soon as he finished speaking, the man's footsteps suddenly exerted force, his speed was actually a few minutes faster than before, and his moves began to change!
Shoulders, elbows, wrists, knees, and all the visible vital points of Qingyun's predecessor were actually covered with the opponent's sword shadow!
Even if you can only defend one sword at one place, you still have to defend against ten swords at the same time!
"So fast!"
This is the first time that I have encountered a monk with such sword speed. It is really unimaginable that he can reach such speed in the early stage of Yuan Hua Realm.
"Do you have to use Xiaoyao Sword when you come up?"
Qingyun estimated that if he wanted to block them all, he would probably have to use the Xiaoyao Sword among the magic swords in the sky.
But once his trump card was exposed, nearly half of his spiritual power would be drained, and the opponent's intention was unclear. He hesitated for a moment and finally gave up the plan temporarily.
His eyes rolled, and a fierce expression flashed across the young man's face.
He directly raised the protective spirit shield to the limit in an instant. Although he knew that he could not block the opponent's sword light, he had to give himself half a breath to breathe.
Sure enough, the opponent's sword light was so sharp that Qingyun's body-protecting spirit shield almost shattered in response to the sound, but just as he had planned before, the sword light's incoming force suddenly stopped!
"good!"
After secretly shouting "Hello", Qingyun turned around and ignored the bright sword light. After two stabs, the opponent's sword light drew a faint blood mark on each of his left and right arms.
