Outside the secret realm, Feng Lin, who was sitting at home, saw the scene coming from his clone. He was immediately furious and the white jade table case under his palm fell into pieces.
"What happened?" Wei Zhiyao, wearing a green floral dress, asked as she sat aside.
Feng Lin looked at her face, which was very similar to Feng Deng's, and said sadly: "Ayao, our child is gone!"
"W-what did you say?"
At this time, someone came to report: "Dean Feng, the soul and soul lamp of the third and third young masters are extinguished."
Wei Zhiyao stood up suddenly, and the spiritual pressure of Yuanying's cultivation overflowed uncontrollably, with an overwhelming aura: "Who killed him? Tell me clearly!"
This is the most talented son of her and Feng Lin. Unlike those wild children with high talents that the old guys in the clan deceive themselves and accept, Feng Deng is truly of the blood of the two.
They had spent a lot of hard work training them since they were young, and now they are dead in such an unexplained way?
"It's...the Jin family." Feng Lin squeezed out a few words, filled with hatred.
There was only one step left. If Deng'er obtained the Sacred Heart Lotus, he would be able to obtain the elixir at his fingertips. He, Feng Lin, could use this to please his ancestor. Who knows, a hundred years later, his eldest brother's lineage would also be trampled under his feet. There was only one step left. !
The couple stood in silence in the hall, both saying: "We must avenge this."
In the secret realm, Song Yihe stabbed hard with his sword, and two powerful spiritual consciousnesses clashed, and he still hasn't woken up yet.
The Gate of Inheritance became even more chaotic.
Once Su Erbai and Su Erbai, who were tied up tightly, showed symptoms of waking up, Tan Qing went up and knocked them unconscious again.
Yin Zhi and Qin Yunshu, who had just woken up, were still confused about the situation.
Gu Changzhou's mind kept replaying the last scene he saw——
The girl held his sword and stabbed herself hard. Then the blood stained her clothes red, and her usually rosy cheeks turned pale as paper.
The young man's muscles were tense, his eyes were crazy, and he kept muttering: "It will be okay, I will resurrect you, I will resurrect you, Ahe will be okay."
When he was fighting Feng Wenshan before, his state of mind had been loosened, and he had a vague intention of forming a pill. Now he was in a state of confusion, and he actually looked like a demon.
Tan Qing, the only one who was still awake while standing: felt tired.
She first explained what happened next to the two little girls in a few words, asking them to seize the time to heal. Then she slapped him away and said, "Gu Changzhou, please wake up."
Unexpectedly, Gu Changzhou did not wake up, but became even more crazy, and ran out persistently.
Tan Qing alone couldn't hold him back.
Qin Yunshu ran over to help: "Gu Changzhou, don't get excited, Song Yihe is not dead yet!"
"Not dead?" He seemed to finally be able to listen to something.
Qin Yunshu nodded, "Didn't Xiaolang and the three Wind Blade Snakes form a contract with her? They are not dead, so naturally Song Yihe is not dead."
Tan Qing kept up his efforts and slapped him again: "Are you awake?"
Gu Changzhou took a sharp breath. He seemed to be awake, but he didn't speak and sat next to him alone.
…
After Song Yihe formed a contract with Xiaolang, his consciousness was impacted, and some more memories appeared in his mind.
There was something about the Earth Dragon Cauldron and something about herself.
It was the winter solstice that year, with heavy snowfall and a blanket of snow covering the earth. Every household in the Imperial Capital of Nanyu Kingdom was burning with strong charcoal fires. Through the window paper, you could see the warm orange silhouette.
Song Yihe, who was only ten years old, was walking in ragged clothes on the street, his head covered with snow, like a moving snow dumpling.
This winter was so cold that everyone had already closed their stalls and gone home. The doors on the wide street were closed, and no one else could be seen except her.
The child's whole body was red with cold, and he knocked on the door knocker again: "Is there anyone there? Can you give me something to eat?"
There was a slight crack in the door, like a glimpse of another beautiful world: "Where did this little brat come from? Go, go, go."
The child took back his hand and prepared to walk away in disappointment.
"Master, where are you going on this cold day?" the boy who just spoke respectfully said.
"Go out for a walk." Gu Changzhou clasped his hands and murmured in his heart. He practiced sword practice every day. If he didn't go out, he would be in a daze.
The vermilion door opened slowly, and the front of the hall was covered with snow, with a low snow mound.
Gu Changzhou said happily: "Who is still building a snowman here?"
Song Yihe peeled away the white snow on his face, revealing a pair of eyes that were purer and clearer than snow: "Sir, I am a human, not a snowman."
"Then what are you doing standing here?" The young man squatted down, his fox fur cloak casually falling to the ground, and the fiery red fox fur circled his neck, making him look very noble.
Song Yihe asked in a low voice: "I'm here to ask for something to eat. Brother, can you give me something to eat?"
Such a sweet "brother", Gu Changzhou thought, more intoxicating than the peach blossom wine in March.
"Of course, you can pick whatever you want to eat." The young man led the child into the house.
The scene changed, and it seemed that it was late autumn next year. The female doll, who looked like a snow dumpling, had grown taller and was standing under a persimmon tree: "Gu Changzhou, I want that one to be bigger."
"Why are you so difficult to take care of?" The young man was sitting in a branch of a tree. The corner of his robe was stained somewhere, and he looked impatient. He really looked like an ancestor.
Song Yihe was not afraid of him. This persimmon tree was the largest in the imperial capital, with a height of twenty meters. She had been thinking about it since it bloomed, and now she was finally able to eat it.
"Is it this one?" Gu Changzhou stretched out his hand and asked.
"No, no, it's the one on the left."
Heavy, red persimmons hang all over the branches. A pair of young girls and boys surround them like sparrows stealing food. Their noses are filled with the fragrance of ripe persimmons.
Gu Changzhou stood on tiptoes, leaning against the tree trunk, and finally plucked the persimmons she was interested in. Just as he was about to jump down, he heard the girl murmuring: "There are still several big ones left to pick. When the time comes, they will be picked." Others ate it.”
The noble young master of the imperial capital sighed, turned his head and continued his "persimmon picking" business.
The wings of time flapped gently, and the day came when they could go to school together.
The greenery outside the window is growing wildly, the cicadas are chirping at the top of their lungs, and the boys and girls are sitting together secretly talking to each other.
"Gu Changzhou, do you think there are really dragons in the world?"
Song Yihe was wearing a blue gauze skirt, and the exposed skin was even more scorching than the sun outside. Gu Changzhou's eyes turned around, but he refused to look at the person opposite him, "I don't know, sir, it's okay if you have it, why do you think so much about it?" .”
The girl lowered her head and whispered: "It would be great if I were a dragon."
"Why do you want to become a dragon? You are such a good person."
"My husband said that Shenlong is full of treasures, so I won't be abandoned by my parents again."
"Don't worry, I will never abandon you anyway."
Song Yihe's big almond-shaped eyes were full of smiles: "Really?"
“Realer than real gold!”
As soon as the words fell, the originally bright colors of the world melted away and were replaced by dense darkness.
The blue-black sea meets the sky, and a person slowly walks out of it.
He was holding a huge animal head, and his whole body was shrouded in darkness.
Then, the world was lightning and thunder, the sea water was boiling, and a huge golden dragon phantom appeared, with a sound like muffled thunder: "Devil God, you entered my Netherworld Lake to steal the dragon bones, do you think my dragon clan has no heirs?"
The man's voice was hoarse and his tone was unhurried: "Do you have any?"
Without waiting for the golden dragon to answer, he continued: "Dragon God, I will help you resurrect a descendant, but I need a drop of your blood essence and a dragon bone."
"Why should I trust you?" Jin Long asked.
"You are about to perish, so you can only trust me."
After a long time, a word came from the horizon: "Yes."
…
Song Yihe sat up suddenly. Thanks to the transformation of the body by Dragon Marrow Pill, the sword wound on his chest had already scabbed.
She turned around and looked around, what happened?
Feng Deng's body was lying not far away.
Feng Deng...
right! Didn’t we encounter Feng Lin’s distraction when we were killing Feng Deng?
Is this, surviving?
Song Yihe hurriedly released everyone in the inheritance gate.
"Song Yihe! Are you okay?"
Qin Yunshu and Yin Zhi hugged her fiercely as soon as they came out.
"It's okay." Song Yihe was knocked back by the two of them and used his hands to rub their heads.
"You are really worried about me." The two of them said strangely.
Tan Qing on the side also looked at her with concern, with obvious worry in his eyes.
Song Yihe nodded at her and pushed away the girls. What she wanted to hear most now was Gu Changzhou's voice.
This person stood farthest away, his face still full of disbelief: "Is it really you?"
Song Yihe rolled his eyes: "Why do you want me so much..."
"Don't talk nonsense." Gu Changzhou hugged the person fiercely to prevent her from saying the unlucky word.
Song Yihe leaned on his shoulder and asked softly: "Hey, did we know each other before?"
Who knew that this person didn't even listen to what she was talking about, and would fall out whenever he wanted to: "Do you know what danger is?! You dare to stab yourself with such a sharp sword, don't you want your life?"
Song Yihe just remembered something, and before she could express her tenderness, she said, "Huh?"
"Ah what! Do you have any ability to distinguish? Can you handle everything by yourself? You don't know what's going on in your mind? At that moment, you actually locked up all of us. What's going on in your head? ? I asked you what are you pretending to be?!" Gu Changzhou was so angry that his chest felt like it was going to explode.
"Forget it, forget it, isn't it okay? Why are you so... so angry?" Qin Yunshu wanted to say something to help, but under Gu Changzhou's dangerous eyes, his voice became quieter and quieter until it was gone.
Yin Zhi also bravely stood in front of Song Yihe and tried to help her "exonerate" her, but she didn't last a single round and walked away in despair.
Song Yihe silently pulled the fire-breathing dragon-like boy aside: "Don't be angry, I promise there will be no next time."
Gu Changzhou threw away his hand and was about to continue educating her when he heard the man shout again in a low voice.
"Brother Changzhou?"
Gu Changzhou: "..."
Sure enough, he remembered something, otherwise he wouldn't have reacted so strongly.
Song Yihe thought as he looked at the blank and overwhelmed young man.
"W-why did you suddenly call me that?"
"Call whatever you want."
Gu Changzhou was choked by her and couldn't answer her words for a long time.
Then the others saw that someone who had just attacked everyone indiscriminately and was furious suddenly became as docile as a big cat, and his ears were suspiciously red.
Qin Yunshu gave Song Yihe a thumbs-up gesture: "I really belong to you."
Song Yihe was too lazy to talk to her, so he walked over and kicked the two who were still pretending to be unconscious: "Wake up, stop pretending."
Su Erbai opened his eyes and greeted the expressionless Fa cultivator next to him: "What a coincidence, you're awake too."
"What should they do?" Yin Zhi asked.
"Kill him, just in case." Qin Yun wrote.
"No, no, no, why are you killing me? I don't know anything." Su Erbai was very excited.
Song Yihe asked: "You really don't know?"
Su Erbai was about to bite him to death and say he didn't know, but the cultivator next to him withdrew his eyes that had been looking into the distance, and seemed to have made up his mind: "We will work for you, and we will never tell anything about what happened today." go out."
Song Yihe raised his eyebrows, looked into the red eyes of the cultivator, and motioned for him to continue.
"I swear with my Taoist heart that I will never reveal to anyone what happened today. Otherwise, my cultivation will be ruined and I will die badly."
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone present felt a mysterious heavenly restraint falling on him, which meant that the oath was fulfilled. If he violated it, the oath would really come true.
"Yes, what's your name?"
The man opened his mouth and said, "Xiang Ling, my name is Xiang Ling."
"What about you?" Song Yihe looked at Su Erbai.
Su Erbai looked around and found that even his former captain Tan Qing had no intention of interceding for him, so he silently swore an oath.
After Song Yihe untied them both, he took everyone away.
After spending these days, I don’t know how the Sacred Heart Lotus is doing.
Song Yihe mingled in the noisy crowd and found that what everyone was talking about the most was not the Sacred Heart Lotus that was about to mature in front of him, but Feng Deng's death.
"Let me tell you, after this secret realm ends, things will change for the six major families."
"That's too serious. At most, it's just the hatred between Dean Feng's lineage and Dean Jin's lineage, not to mention the six aristocratic families."
Song Yihe casually pulled someone over and asked out of curiosity: "Fellow Taoist, what's the grudge between Dean Feng and Dean Jin?"
"You don't know yet? Didn't it spread all over the place that day?" The man was very surprised.
"I have broken through into concentration these days." Song Yihe replied.
"That's it." The expression on the male cultivator's face became vivid, as if he was sharing something shocking. "I'm telling you, Feng Deng, the third young master of the Feng family, was killed by Jin Yaoyao of the Jin family a few days ago!"
Song Yihe looked strange: "Is this what you preach?"
"What is a legend? It's absolutely true! When Feng Deng died, Feng Lin's roar spread throughout the secret realm, and he was talking about the Jin family. Think about it, there is someone in this secret realm who has the courage to kill the young master of the Feng family , except for the young lady from the Danxiu family, isn’t there anyone else?”
Song Yihe nodded: "It makes sense."
"Now the entire secret realm is looking for Jin Yaoyao, but no one has been seen."
Another person joined their conversation: "I heard that Feng Deng's death was not good-looking, and he was killed by Ling Chi with a knife. At that time, Dean Feng was angry, and all the people who followed Jin Yaoyao were dead except for the real master. It is estimated that he had used secret methods to kill her. Sent out."
The two of them immediately got online and chatted even more happily.
"Tell me, how great a hatred this is."
"Brother, don't you know this? Feng Deng is only one step away from the golden elixir. He went to the secret realm this time just for the Sacred Heart Lotus. If he gets it, he will be the youngest among the six great families. The Jin elixir genius is not only from the Jin family, but actually from several other families, no one wants him to succeed."
Song Yihe withdrew from their conversation and looked at each other with his companions.
"How come it's spread like this?"
"Whatever, it's a huge benefit to us anyway, but we have to cover the fox's tail." Song Yihe smiled like a cat that stole fish.
(End of chapter)
