Zhu Renzhao.
died.
Died in an alley in Tianxuan City.
His appearance was beyond recognition and he was covered in blood. He must have suffered some inhuman torture before his death.
The only thing intact on the whole body was the beige oil-paper umbrella.
Probably because he still remembered that this umbrella was to be returned to someone else.
Chu Qingxiao was very sad.
Even though he has actually experienced many such scenes and said goodbye to many people.
But now, he is still sad.
He had a chance to stop this.
Last night, he had already noticed something strange about Zhu Renzhao.
If he had asked him more, he might have been able to stop him, or he might have been able to escape the bad luck that happened on the rainy night yesterday.
But he thought it had nothing to do with him, thinking that maybe he was really just looking for his son...
"He..." Chu Qingxiao said, his throat a little dry.
"He is Zhu Renzhao."
Sun Li beside him was stunned for a moment, but he quickly reacted. He looked at Chu Qingxiao beside him, and the expression on his face became stunned: "The father of the little friend yesterday?"
Sun Li's memory of Zhu Quan was very profound.
He liked the child's righteousness and speaking out. He felt that he saw in him the character that a disciple of Tianxuan Mountain should have.
"Well..." Chu Qingxiao nodded again.
An old man and a young man stood there at that time, looking at the corpse on the ground, all silent.
At that time, something was surging in his eyes.
red, hot,
Like blood.
Like magma.
…
"You came back so early today?" Chu Qingxiao had just entered the courtyard. Chu Zhaozhao, who was practicing sword moves with Ziyu in the courtyard, caught a glimpse of Chu Qingxiao.
She sheathed her sword and hurried forward to meet him.
Seeing Chu Qingxiao's appearance everywhere, Ziyu who was about to make a move curled her lips and muttered: "Stupid woman."
But without the person to practice with, Ziyu could only put away her sword angrily.
Chu Qingxiao looked at Chu Zhaozhao who looked concerned, and forced a smile on his face: "I have something to do, so I will come back first."
"You guys continue……"
After Chu Qingxiao said this, he crossed Chu Zhaozhao and walked quickly to his house.
Chu Zhaozhao frowned slightly as he looked at Chu Qingxiao's leaving figure.
Seeing this, Ziyu on the side saw the right opportunity and came up to her, teasingly saying: "The falling flowers are intentional and the flowing water is ruthless..."
When Chu Zhaozhao heard this, his face turned red and he glared at Ziyu with a hint of annoyance: "What nonsense are you talking about!?"
"What nonsense? You see, he doesn't want to talk to you. He must have fallen in love with another girl!" Ziyu, fearing that the world would not be in chaos, continued to talk to Chu Zhaozhao.
"Qing Xiao is not that kind of person!" Chu Zhaozhao said firmly.
Ziyu rolled her eyes and said, "Humph, all men in the world are the same. One falls in love with the other when you see him. You haven't seen Yue Jian, but don't you often flirt with him?"
…
Chu Qingxiao returned to his room.
He closed the door and took out a sword from the wooden box in the house.
It was an ordinary sword.
Wooden hilt, wooden scabbard.
He gently pulled the sword out of its scabbard.
There are some mottled scratches on the sword, which seem to be caused by fighting against enemies in the early years.
But the sword body was wiped clean and almost spotless. It can be imagined that his master cherished him very much.
This is the sword left by the lame man yesterday.
He entrusted it to Chu Qingxiao and others, asking him to give the sword to his son.
He cherished this thing so much that even if something happened, he should keep it with him, but yesterday he gave it to Chu Qingxiao and others.
Probably, at that time, he had foreseen his own dying fate.
Thinking of this, Chu Qingxiao sighed, and an indescribable feeling of powerlessness accumulated in his heart...
"What are you doing here?"
But at this moment, a voice suddenly sounded from Chu Qingxiao's body.
Chu Qingxiao, who was immersed in his own thoughts, was stunned when he heard this.
But he soon realized that it was Sanniang's voice.
He was overjoyed and asked quickly: "Sister Sanniang, are you awake?"
Sanniang has been falling into a deep sleep since she absorbed the souls who died in Luo Kuan's hands at the foot of Taixuan Mountain.
At this moment, she suddenly spoke up, apparently to get over the previous trouble.
As soon as Chu Qingxiao said this, a black energy surged out of his body and transformed into a graceful figure in front of his eyes.
The black wings on her back no longer exist and seem to have been restrained. The black armor on her body has also been taken into the body. She is only wearing a black tights, revealing her exquisite figure. At the same time, there is a powerful and obscure feeling all over her body. Qi is permeating the air.
But at the same time, it was restrained very well. If Chu Qingxiao didn't have a special connection with it, it would be difficult to detect it at this moment.
Seeing that Sanniang was fine, Chu Qingxiao was also happy and got up and was about to walk up.
But he saw Sanniang looking solemnly forward, with hostility in her eyes.
"What do you want to do with me?"
Chu Qingxiao looked strangely in the direction Sanniang was looking, but saw that it was empty and nothing existed there.
"Sister Sanniang, who are you talking to?" Chu Qingxiao asked cautiously, feeling a little scared.
After hearing this, Sanniang turned around to look at Chu Qingxiao and said, "A wandering spirit has been following your Majesty from the beginning..."
"Wandering ghost? Why can't I see it?" Chu Qingxiao asked strangely.
Sanniang seemed to hear something at this moment, and then said: "Your Majesty, you are the master of the Eternal Night Seat. You are in charge of the souls of the dead. You only need to draw some energy from the divine blood to see them."
Chu Qingxiao was stunned for a moment, and immediately followed what Sanniang said, sinking his mind into the Zhuyin Divine Blood in his body. Following the thought in his mind, a thin ray of Qi came out of the Divine Blood and attached to him. above his eyes.
He looked intently and saw a translucent figure appearing in front of him.
His face was pale and he was wet.
Chu Qingxiao was also stunned at that time, not because he was frightened by the dead soul in front of him, but because this wandering soul was clearly—Zhu Renzhao!
"Uncle Zhu..." Chu Qingxiao whispered.
But Zhu Renzhao in front of him just raised his head and looked at Chu Qingxiao after hearing this, looking straight at him without saying a word.
"What's wrong with him?" Chu Qingxiao asked a little strangely.
Sanniang also frowned and looked at the wandering soul in front of her. After a while, she said: "It seems that it is about to disperse. It is just because of certain obsessions that I have been following you."
"Follow me? Why?" Chu Qingxiao asked confused.
"I don't know, maybe it's because I feel the aura of Yongye on Your Majesty's body, or maybe there's just something about Your Majesty that he particularly cares about..."
When Chu Qingxiao heard this, he seemed to have thought of something. He grabbed the sword on the table and handed it to Zhu Renzhao's wandering soul.
Something in the hollow space of the wandering soul suddenly glowed with some kind of brilliance. His dumb body moved at that time, and a hand slowly stretched out to touch the sword in Chu Qingxiao's hand.
"Your Majesty, be careful!" Sanniang on the side looked alert, but before she could attack, Chu Qingxiao shook his head at her, so she didn't want to move in vain.
When Sanniang saw this, although she was worried, she did not go against Chu Qingxiao's will after all. She stopped at this moment, but her eyes were still watching Chu Qingxiao and Zhu Renzhao's wandering soul nervously.
"Uncle Zhu, do you want to tell me to give this sword to your son? Don't worry, I will definitely give it to him." Chu Qingxiao said tentatively.
But Zhu Renzhao ignored Chu Qingxiao's words and just put his hand on the sword blade.
But at that moment, Chu Qingxiao's body suddenly trembled, and everything in front of him suddenly became blurry.
His mind also became turbulent, and he was in a trance for a moment.
And the next moment, when he came back to his senses.
But he was already in a rainy night.
…
The heavy rain continued to wash over his body.
Even if he held a beige oil-paper umbrella in his hand, it could not block the wind and rain.
He was soaked all over and his clothes stuck to his skin, which made him uncomfortable.
From time to time, there was a heartbreaking pain in his left foot.
He walked in the rainy night.
But it was not out of his will, but as if something was controlling his body on his behalf.
Chu Qingxiao was stunned. He looked at the oil-paper umbrella above his head, at his lame left foot, and then at his coarse linen clothes.
He suddenly woke up.
Now, he is Zhu Renzhao.
In other words, for some reason that he could not explain, he entered Zhu Renzhao's memory and came to yesterday's rainy night with him, experiencing everything he experienced.
After Chu Qingxiao understood this, the panic in his heart faded a lot.
He calmed down and adapted to the discomfort caused by this body, and it was possible to feel the other person's feelings.
The rain was getting heavier and heavier, as if it was going to submerge the city in front of me.
Zhu Renzhao, who was dragging his limp, walked anxiously on the street. His steps were hurried, as if he was afraid that if he slowed down a little, he would miss something extremely important.
The pain from his limp became more and more severe during the long walk, but he didn't seem to care.
He was also panting and seemed likely to collapse at any moment.
But he still gritted his teeth and walked through several streets and alleys in the city.
Finally, he stopped in front of a towering mansion.
At that time, Chu Qingxiao could feel that Zhu Renzhao's body was shaking more and more violently. A certain kind of strong fear spread and grew in his heart, endless, as if it was going to drown this man.
But after a brief hesitation, he took a deep breath, then raised his head and looked at the towering gate in front of him.
Through the dense rain curtain, Chu Qingxiao saw clearly that the plaque on the door of the mansion had three powerful characters written on it - "Jianjian Hall".
Zhu Renzhao also walked to the door of the sword-wielding hall at this time, knocked the door with all his strength, and at the same time spoke loudly towards the door.
"Shanshuigou outer disciple, Zhu Renzhao!"
"Please see Ma Yingjie! Master Lu!"
