The heavy rain on the mountain seemed to tear the world apart, and the wind sounded like a roaring beast, roaring and spitting out needle-like droplets of water, which hit people and stung.
How much wind and rain can an oil-paper umbrella block?
Zhao Bingyan looked up at the hazy sky, watching the crazy bullet-like raindrops hitting her tender cheeks, mixing with her unknown tears.
I just feel like this rain will never stop.
God, are you crying too?
Zhao Bingyan felt a trace of unbearability in her heart. She looked away, knelt down and gently pulled the man kneeling on the ground.
"Ling Xiao, should you go back first?"
"You have been kneeling for three days and three nights. Taoist Master Xuanji...he has a spirit in heaven, and he will definitely know your thoughts..."
Zhao Bingyan's words were mixed with slight trembling and deep hoarseness, and his red eyes were filled with tears of distress and pity.
But the man kneeling on the ground seemed to be dead, motionless.
Zhao Bingyan sighed in despair.
In the past three days, she had tried to persuade him countless times, even her voice had become mute, but she still could not get even a word of response from Ling Xiao.
She had no choice but to move the oil-paper umbrella to Ling Xiao's head.
Raindrops hit in an instant, and looking around, the top of Chenjia Mountain seemed to be covered with a dusty curtain, and inside the curtain were shocking ruins of broken walls.
The Taoist palace that used to be solemn and solemn has been reduced to a large area of ruins.
The ancient Immortal Sect, which has been passed down for thousands of years, has also been completely reduced to history in the sudden and shocking changes.
Even the former mountain gate is about to become the Xiao family's... county prince's palace!
Thinking of this, Zhao Bingyan couldn't help but feel irritated and became violent. She grabbed Ling Xiao and said angrily: "Who are you showing yourself to when you are so sorry for yourself! Are you the only miserable person in the world? You Those fellow sects who have been deprived of their cultivation, they..."
The next words were stuck in her throat and she could no longer say them out. She stared blankly at Ling Xiao's watery eyes.
"You..." Zhao Bingyan didn't know what to say for a moment.
She originally expected to see a face of extreme pain and sadness, but now in Ling Xiao's eyes, there was no hatred, no anger, no fear, no joy, just numbness.
"You...if you're in pain, don't hide it in your heart, it's not good for yourself..." Zhao Bingyan said quickly, caressing his cheek with regret.
Immediately her fingertips trembled slightly.
Ling Xiao, who was only in his twenties, already had white hair on his temples.
My hair turned white overnight.
The numbness in Ling Xiao's eyes slowly receded, he held her hand, shook his head and said, "I think about it, people always have to look forward."
"That's good." Zhao Bingyan said calmly.
But when she looked at Ling Xiao, she felt that the man in front of her looked more gloomy and older than before, exuding a kind of silent power.
She had no reason to be afraid.
She vaguely felt that this silent power was so firm and surging, like the blood that was constantly surging in the blood vessels. It would not rush out of the body until the moment of death, splashing out the most gorgeous death fireworks!
This is the power transformed by the belief in revenge, and it is the most indestructible thing in the world!
Ling Xiao spent three days to completely take root in his heart with the belief of revenge. He used hatred as the seed and watered it with blood and injustice. What kind of thing would be born over time?
Her delicate body shook slightly and she couldn't help but take a step back and looked at him in horror.
He seemed to see the fear in her heart, sighed softly, and said: "Miss Zhao, please go and leave me alone."
"You...okay..."
Zhao Bingyan hesitated for a moment, then lowered his head and left in a hurry.
"Thanks."
The moment she passed by Ling Xiao, she heard his words.
Tears fell from Zhao Bingyan's eyes.
What a heartwarming farewell.
Now that she left, she and he were on different paths.
"You're welcome."
She answered, raised her sword light, stood up in the rain, and rushed into the distance.
After flying for several miles, Zhao Bingyan suddenly stopped and floated in the air blankly, letting the rain wet her whole body.
She looked back at Mount Chenjia in the distance.
Under the vast rain curtain, the prostrate dark beast seemed to have opened its bloody mouth and let out a deafening roar towards the ruthless world.
Boom!
White lightning flashed in the sky, and silver snakes moved around, reflecting Zhao Bingyan's lost face.
"Take care, Ling Xiao..."
She said with a smile and a cry.
…
Ling Xiao walked in the muddy mountains. Every time he crossed a broken stone, he leaned down and gently patted the bone-cold stone surface. His expression was neither sad nor happy.
He walked slowly, walking in this once extremely familiar place, saying goodbye to every inch of land here.
It's been three days.
Distance Xuanjizi's death.
The corpse was hung above the gate of Linfeng City, with its head displayed to the public as a warning.
Xuan Lingzi, Xuan Qingzi, Xuan Yunzi and others hit the pillar and died on the spot, hoping to use their lives to defend the innocence of Qingfengguan.
Where are the brothers and sisters?
It is said that they have been sent back to their hometowns. Their cultivation has been abolished. They will never have the opportunity to enter the world of immortality in this life. Being ordinary people may be the best destination.
suddenly.
Ling Xiao stopped.
Unconsciously, he came to the back mountain.
The Lingzhi Garden had long since collapsed, and everything inside had been reduced to ashes in the fire.
Standing in the place where the second-level spiritual field once stood, Ling Xiao thought of something very funny and laughed out loud.
"What a pity, it's only a few days away..." He said with a smile, his chest couldn't help but tremble violently, and he took a deep breath for a while before he stopped.
He stepped on the field, turned around and walked back to the front mountain.
This time, he came to the other courtyard.
As the residence of Xuanjizi, the other courtyard suffered the most violent destruction and was almost razed to the ground. Even the old locust tree was uprooted and was thrown away.
The old locust tree witnessed the thousand-year history of Qingfeng Temple and died with the destruction of Qingfeng Temple.
Isn’t it a kind of perfection?
Ling Xiao smiled and continued walking.
Zixiao Hall, Liangyi Hall, Jade Dragon Hall...
After all, nothing remains of those palaces where people once came and went.
Finally, Ling Xiao stopped at the ruins of the front hall.
That day, many people died here. Their names were Xuanjizi, Xuanlingzi, and Xuanyunzi. They sounded like they were very important.
In the rain, there was a smell of wine.
Ling Xiao sat on the ground, took several pots of mud in succession, and spilled the wine on the ground.
"Master, dear uncles, dear brothers and sisters..."
"Bye now."
The wine was drained.
Ling Xiao casually threw the wine jar away.
Anyway, everything is messy and there is no need to tidy it up.
I heard from Zhao Bingyan that Zifengtai had personally ordered Chenjia Mountain to be given to the Xiao family. In the future, a brand new prince's palace will be built here.
It's time for him to leave.
Ling Xiao stood up and patted his butt casually. After taking two steps, he seemed to suddenly remember something and ran back wildly, rummaging through some weeds.
"found it!"
Ling Xiao laughed and raised something.
It was a piece of broken porcelain. Even though it was washed translucent by the rain, it still vaguely smelled of incense and alcohol.
Ling Xiao searched for a long time and finally found all the porcelain pieces. He carefully put together a wine jar.
This wine jar once contained the last mouthful of mead that Xuanjizi drank.
"Old man, your ashes have been found!"
Ling Xiao shouted and laughed.
At this moment, he finally became happy.
Just as he was about to go back and glue the wine jar back together, Ling Xiao suddenly caught sight of something out of the corner of his eye. He couldn't help but let out a sigh, leaned down and slowly pushed aside the weeds. The contents inside were finally clearly revealed.
An old and worn bag.
Anyone who looks at it will think that this is just an ordinary cloth bag, but Ling Xiao knows best. This is actually a storage bag. It hangs on Xuanjizi's waist every day. It is said that it was passed down from the Qingfeng ancestor back then!
It was expected that before Xuanjizi died, he deliberately threw the wine jar out just to hide the storage bag inside, waiting for the person who would definitely come to pick it up.
Ling Xiao blinked, and suddenly his nose felt sore. He tightly grasped the broken bag and hugged it into his arms.
"Master..."
