In less than half a day, Yang Ning rushed from the Qingsong Mountains to Yangjiacun. In the past, this journey took Yang Ning a day. Compared with the past, Yang Ning is now more than twice as fast.
Yang Ning roared: "I'm back." Yang Ning ran quickly. When he was still a few hundred meters away from the village's martial arts training ground, Yang Ning finally couldn't restrain the joy in his heart. Although Yang Ning's soul was reborn, Yang Ning never experienced any family affection in her previous life. In this life, Yang Ning not only has a bond, but also has father's love. Recalling Grandpa Qingyu's kind face, the smile on Yang Ning's face became stronger and stronger.
Yang Ning stood at the martial arts training ground at the end of the village, with a stiff expression on his face: "What's going on?"
Yang Ning was completely stunned by what she saw.
In Yangjia Village, which should have appeared in Yang Ning's field of vision, the adobe houses disappeared, replaced by rows of charred walls.
The air was filled with the smell of burnt meat, and there was even smoke rising in some places. All the buildings were in ruins, and even several large cypress trees in front of Yang Qingyu's house at the head of the village were burned down.
Everything was silent. Occasionally, crows could be heard from the branches of one or two burnt trees.
Yang Ning's mind was blank, his face was stunned, and he was completely stunned.
The thin figure stood at the head of the village. His soul was reborn and he had the memories of his previous life, but when he faced such a tragic situation, it was the first time he encountered it.
An hour later.
Dusk falls.
The desolate situation was like a nightmare, and Yang Ning couldn't believe the facts in front of her.
"Is this Yangjiacun?" Yang Ning murmured to himself. Yang Ning even wondered if she had taken the wrong path. I looked back deliberately.
The ruthless reality told Yang Ning that this was Yangjiacun.
"What's going on?" Yang Ning roared. In the Yangjia Village ahead, Yang Ning couldn't feel any life. There were only countless charred trees, charred black land, and the disgusting scorched smell in the air.
"Ah..." Yang Ning's eyes were blood red.
Yang Ning was a little helpless in the dusk.
The place where he had lived since he was a child turned into a scorched earth.
"Who is it?" Yang Ning lost her mind, "Who is it?" Yang Ning was heartbroken.
The only response to him was the countless crows that were startled.
"Huh?" Yang Ning's eyes were blood red. Yang Ning actually noticed life in the ruins.
"Who is it?" Yang Ning ran over quickly.
The location is the martial arts training ground opened in Yangjia Village.
Under a dozen charred corpses, Yang Ning felt alive. Yang Ning hurriedly removed the corpse covering it.
Finally, Yang Ning turned it out.
The face of the person lying in front of him had been dyed black by black charcoal.
"You still have breath..." Yang Ning tried the man's breath.
Yang Ning carried the man on his back and carried him to the martial arts arena at the head of the village. There are no intact buildings left in the village. Yang Ning had no choice but to choose a relatively clean martial arts field at the head of the village.
Yang Ning simply washed the man's face.
"Yang Qiong..." Yang Ning finally recognized this person.
Yang Ning quickly found a bucket of water and poured it on Yang Qiong.
At dusk, the setting sun was like blood, making the entire sky appear blood red. In the village, countless black crows descended one after another, seemingly looking for food for the night.
"Ah..." Yang Ning flashed a sword light.
quack……
The black crows were frightened and hovered in the air, surrounding the sky directly above Yang Ning, as if cursing Yang Ning to stop them.
"Water, water..." came a weak voice.
woke up? Yang Ning ignored the black crows in the sky and hurriedly fetched water for Yang Qiong.
"Who are you? Yang Ning..." Yang Qiong's eyes were empty and his voice was hoarse as if he hadn't opened his glottis for many days.
Yang Ning's blood-red eyes were about to bleed.
Yang Ning took a sip of water for Yang Qiong and nodded.
"They're all dead, they're all dead..." Yang Qiong's words were fast and slow, and he was completely helpless. His whole body collapsed on the ground, without any strength, and he kept muttering in his mouth, still in shock.
Yang Ning didn't know what to say, so she patted Yang Qiong's chest, stood up, and stared at the setting sun with only a trace left in the sky, her blood-red eyes finally shed tears.
Yang Ning gradually had thoughts in her heart.
As night falls, sparks can still be faintly seen flickering in the remnants.
Cuckoo meow...
An owl hoots in the distance.
Yang Qiong finally came back to his senses.
"What on earth is going on?" Yang Ning couldn't wait.
"Silver-blooded Cavalry, all Silver-blooded Cavalry..." Yang Qiong still hadn't fully recovered.
Yang Ning said nothing, but his suspicions were confirmed in his heart. It was indeed a silver-blooded cavalry.
However, Yang Ning was a little puzzled as to why the Silver-Blooded Cavalry had not made any move in these years, yet it took action ten years later.
As everyone knows, in the past ten years, Xue Han, the leader of the Silver-blooded Iron Cavalry, has been in seclusion. It was not until recently that he woke up from the state of seclusion.
"Yang Qiong, eat something to recover first." Yang Qiong's face was pale, and it was obvious that he had not eaten for many days. Observing the ruins of the village, it was obvious that five or six days had passed.
"Okay." Yang Qiong finally recognized Yang Ning and felt much more at ease.
Yang Ning found some light food for Yang Qiong to help Yang Qiong recover, and he took advantage of the moonlight to come to the village.
Yang Ning wanted to see if there were still people like Yang Qiong who were still alive.
After an hour, Yang Ning returned to the village in despair. There were more than 100 people in the village. Except for Yang Qiong who was still alive, everyone else died in the flames.
More than a hundred corpses were placed in the martial arts field at the end of the village. It was impossible to identify who was who, only shriveled and dark mummies left.
For a moment, the smell of burning smell filled the martial arts arena.
But neither Yang Ning nor Yang Qiong felt it. The two of them knelt on the martial arts field.
"Yang Qiong, who brought the Silver-blooded Cavalry?" Although Yang Ning had heard of the Silver-blooded Cavalry, in Yang Ning's memory, the Silver-blooded Cavalry seemed not to know the location of Yangjia Village. Moreover, this place is on the border of Liuyun Kingdom in the Western Wasteland. The terrain here is already full of ravines, and Yangjia Village has been very careful in recent years. How can the Silver-Blooded Cavalry easily find the location of Yangjia Village.
Yang Ning firmly believes in this, and there must be someone to lead him.
"It's the Lu family." Yang Qiong's voice was bitter. My relatives, neighbors, and many playmates who grew up together were all caught in the sea of fire and completely lost their precious lives.
"It's indeed them." Yang Ning finally confirmed. Ten years ago, the Lu family had intercepted and killed them in the Xiheng Canyon. At that time, Yang Ning had already suspected that the Lu family was related to the Qushan tribe and acted as a dog leg for the Qushan tribe. He never thought that ten years later, , the Lu family actually came with their silver-blooded cavalry.
"The Lu family, I will not destroy you until I destroy you." Yang Ning gritted his teeth. There was blood oozing faintly between the teeth. A faint fishy smell came from Yang Ning's mouth.
"Yes, the Lu family, and the Qushan tribe." Yang Qiong's fierce eyes seemed to be filled with blood. Compared to Yang Ning, Yang Qiong hated the Silver-blooded Cavalry even more. It was precisely because of the Silver-blooded Iron Cavalry that his happy life was completely gone forever.
The two of them were depressed, and after bursts of roaring, they knelt quietly.
The night is always ruthless. It won't bring you anything, only endless darkness, making people always so helpless in the darkness. Helpless to the point of being scary and panicking.
In the long night, the two lonely figures of Yang Ning and Yang Qiong knelt quietly without even making a simple move.
More than a hundred cold corpses were quietly placed on the martial arts field by Yang Ning and Yang Qiong.
"Brother Pizi and Brother Zhen?" Yang Qiong has not forgotten that although he has lost his closest relatives, he still has brothers.
"Them? I don't know. If I guessed correctly, Brother Pizi should have gone to the Ancient Sword Tower. As for Yang Zhen, I don't know either." Yang Ning was not sure, because Yang Zhen's talent was still higher than that of Yang Pi, the most Beixuan Sword Sect is suitable for Yang Zhen. But I remember Yang Zhen said that he was going to Wuyinmen to find Qin Ningyi. Yang Ning really didn't know Yang Zhen's trace.
"That's good." After three years of growth, Yang Qiong has also grown a lot, especially after experiencing the tragedy in Yangjia Village, Yang Qiong's psychological growth has been even greater.
Yang Qiong said goodbye to his former youth completely, his eyes were very cold under the moonlight.
The feeling given to Yang Ning is that she is Yang Pi again.
Yang Pi's talent can only be said to be in the middle or upper reaches. It is precisely because of Yang Pi's cold obsession that he became Yang Pi. I never thought that the current Yang Qiong would actually become the next Yang Pi. Moreover, Yang Qiong's talent is better than Yang Pi, which is the most terrifying thing.
Under the moonlight, Yang Ning even felt cold.
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The next morning.
Yang Ning and Yang Qiong buried more than a hundred corpses in Yangjiacun. The location is at the martial arts arena at the end of the village.
The two of them knelt quietly in front of the grave.
"What are your plans in the future?" Yang Ning asked.
"Plan? I don't know, I just want revenge." Yang Qiong's voice was cold.
"Revenge? What level of cultivation are you at now?" Yang Ning didn't want Yang Qiong to die in vain.
"The peak of the fifth level." Yang Qiong replied.
"The peak of the fifth level? It's not enough." Looking back at that day, Lu Xuming, the number two person in the Lu family, was already at the sixth level of Guanshan Realm. Yang Qiong was at the peak of the fifth level. If he wanted to face the Lu family, Still not enough. Besides, behind the Lu family, there is also the Qushan tribe.
"Then what do you think we should do?" Yang Qiong also knew that his own cultivation was not good enough. But he couldn't forget that his life was exchanged for the lives of more than a dozen playmates. He still remembered that at that time, his playmate buried him deeply with his body, but he could only feel the pain with his eyes. Yang Qiong felt that his heart was going to explode.
"Do you know? My life was bought by Brother Yingfeng, Brother Yinghui and the others." Yang Qiong knelt in front of the grave, almost roaring. Yang Qiong lost control of his emotions and his eyes were blood red.
"Calm down." Yang Ning held Yang Qiong down. Why does Yang Qiong feel like a powder keg?
"I can't calm down..." Yang Qiong said, holding his head and crying.
"Did you know? Grandpa Qingyu fell in front of me and was trampled into a pulp by the silver-blooded cavalry." Yang Qiong sobbed.
"But I can only watch helplessly." The corners of Yang Qiong's eyes were blurry, and blood-colored tears rolled down. "I can only watch helplessly, ah..." Yang Qiong broke out completely, wailing loudly.
Yang Ning patted Yang Qiong's back gently and held Yang Qiong in his arms.
"Everything will pass." Yang Ning said softly.
The crows in the empty valley echoed for a long time.
