Poinsettia's whole body felt as sharp pain as if her bones were shattered. But he said nothing, using his last silence to stop the evil in front of him from corroding his unyielding heart.
Gui Xiao Zhangyuan looked down at him, the corners of his eyes slightly curved, but it could hardly be said to be a happy expression.
"...Is this your dignity?" After a long time, he breathed into the sky and said in a low voice.
Poinsettia's throat seemed to be blocked by a blood clot, and he now had difficulty even breathing. Hearing Gui Xiao Changyuan ask this question, he "hissed" and took a few breaths with all his strength, which sounded like a sarcastic laugh at Gui Xiao Changyuan.
"Tsk." Gui Xiao Changyuan felt an unknown anger in his heart when he saw him being unyielding and unyielding.
However, he thought about it and finally said to him slowly: "You will not escape death tonight. But maybe, if I tell you the reason for your death, you can understand better on the way to hell."
"...I will let you remember not to go against the elves in your next life."
The night wind is blowing, and the cold dew is not clear in the distance. Eight hundred years of history seem to have reappeared in a brief narration.
Gui Xiao Changyuan was originally a descendant of a mixture of elves and humans. More than a thousand years ago, he witnessed the catastrophic cycle of heaven and earth, and became obsessed with martial arts. He traveled around for a long time and indulged in practice.
The elves once occupied a very small proportion in the Three Realms. Their bones were different from those of humans, and they had unique veins and magic techniques. Gui Xiao Changyuan is even more outstanding among them. After hundreds of years of trials, he has achieved extraordinary cultivation.
At that time, he had no desire for revenge. Apart from improving his martial arts, he was indifferent to everything.
Later, in order to study a secret book that he had been searching for for a long time, he secluded himself from the world and practiced alone for more than sixty years.
This martial art called "Lingwu Forbidden Scroll" has indeed brought about a transformation like a rebirth for him. But what he didn't expect was that during his dusty years, the outside world had undergone earth-shaking changes.
The war is raging in the sky, and the elves who once lived in peace have become dissidents that the three realms have vowed to eradicate. He knew nothing about it, and had no time to know. At that time, he only wanted his estranged relatives to be safe, so he frantically traveled through every corner of the Three Realms in search of his former relatives.
On the way, he suffered attacks and suspicions because of his mixed-race identity. But it didn't matter. He immediately understood that the purpose of practicing martial arts was to protect what he wanted to protect. He has strength now, but his relatives have not met him for a long time!
"I was thinking that they were just ordinary elves. Maybe they were fine and hiding somewhere."
Gui Xiao Zhangyuan sighed slowly, and there was a little crystal light in his bloodshot eyes.
The longer time passed, the more uneasy he became. But he did not give up yet. While searching without giving up, he set up a quiet residence. He just wanted to find his relatives and escort them all here to avoid this difficulty.
One year, two years. Time passed like water, and the war was coming to an end, but at this moment, he finally got the news.
——Or... the most painful bad news.
At that time, he heard from hearsay that a group of elves had slipped through the net and were being besieged by the righteous heroes.
He was immediately overjoyed, and after asking around several times, he rushed there desperately, just asking God to give him a chance to stay.
He was driving like crazy, day and night. After crossing the distance between two continents, he continued to travel and finally arrived.
However, when he saw it with his own eyes, there was only a towering ridge of dirt that was gray and lifeless.
It's as if the hot blood has not yet solidified, and the earth is still moist. At that time, the distant sky was eerily quiet, with only shades of gray dripping, overlapping with an unsightly tragedy.
He was almost crazy.
His heart felt like a heavy blow. He fainted and fell to the ground. He didn't know how long he was unconscious.
When he woke up again, he still saw the funny and terrifying soil ridge and the colorless sky in front of him.
It was like it was tearing his heart out. He suddenly gained strength and climbed to the high ridge. He raised his hands and scraped with all his strength.
I dare not use my true energy for fear of awakening the sleeping soul inside. At that time, his hands were bloody and bloody, until the sharp phalanges were exposed, and the heartbreaking pain seemed to be unable to penetrate the numb heart. He did not even shed a single tear.
He didn't know how deep he dug, but finally he found the body buried inside.
Tirelessly, he dragged the corpses out of the ridge one by one and arranged them on the ground.
Finally, he saw... those corpses that he didn't want to see, but had to force himself to see.
"They are dead, but they didn't do anything evil." Gui Xiao Changyuan's voice trembled slightly, and his eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, as if everything in front of him had returned to the despair of that day.
The poinsettia plum trembled slightly, and her face became solemn. Because he gradually recalled two pictures, one was the deep sorrow when he buried Jiu Ruxia, and the other was... some pictures that were somewhat blurred in the sea of memory.
From that day on, his heart completely turned into darkness.
He once went crazy and went to find a decisive battle with the righteous master at that time. But without the overwhelming numbers of enemies and the overwhelming power of the elves, even if he had extraordinary cultivation, he would still be beaten to a pulp.
Soon, the Emperor of Heaven changed his position, and the elves rioted, almost at the end of history.
Even though Gui Xiao Changyuan was filled with grief and anger at that time, he still refused to die. Instead of following the last remaining elven soldiers back to their narrow alien world, they lurked alone.
It was also from then on that... a seed of deep hatred was firmly buried in his heart: revenge.
He wants revenge. Even if he couldn't do it at the time, he will definitely do it in the future; even if he can't do it alone, he will plan for a great cause in the future; even if he can't seek revenge from all humans at once, he will still find the murderer who personally killed his relatives back then!
Speaking of this, Gui Xiao Changyuan's eyes flashed with a wave of fluctuation. He lowered his head and stared at the poinsettia, his eyes as sharp as nails.
"Later, I found it." He stared at the poinsettia, as if his whole body was filled with anger again.
He did find it. In order to take revenge, he even dug out the corpses again and examined their wounds one by one.
Finally, he was sure. The murderer back then was none other than Jian Chengfeng, the Jade Plum Swordsman from Jianghu, and the master of Tiandian Wandao Pavilion!
At this point, all the gears are closed.
Poinsettia's eyes flashed with confusion. Surprise suddenly flashed through his mind, but then came an old picture.
He seemed... to have had such an impression!
At that time, he had followed Tiandian Wandao Pavilion to conduct an encirclement and suppression campaign. The original intelligence was that there were elves masters causing trouble, but when they actually arrived, they only found a group of ordinary elves migrating.
