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Li Jun chased after him: "Senior brother! Senior brother! Put him down, Xiao Qian is gone!"
Yan Zhengming turned a deaf ear, and Li Yun grabbed his arm: "Senior brother!"
Yan Zhengming paused slightly, turned his head to look at him quietly, not a single tear shed, Li Yun's heart raised in his throat for a while, lest he would say "copper fell asleep, don't make a noise".
Now that this death is missing, if there is another madness, Li Yun simply doesn't know what to do. He took a half step back and said in a trembling voice, "Senior brother, don't scare me."
"I know." Yan Zhengming lowered his eyes and whispered to himself, "I'm not crazy, you tell little junior sister to stop crying."
Li Yun was even more panicked when he heard this, because the madness of the eldest brother seemed a little unusual.
"Go and fetch water." Yan Zhengming instructed, he walked to the middle of the deserted island with Cheng Qian's body without looking back, and said, "Let him clean up...then we will find a way to make a boat. ."
Li Yun asked blankly, "Where are you going by boat?"
Yan Zhengming: "Let's go back to the Yan family first, but I guess the Yan family is no longer there. Although my family is rich, it is still full of mortals. Getting rid of them is no different from opening an ant nest... I just watched it with my own eyes. Look, if it's gone, I don't care anymore."
Li Yun suddenly felt cold all over, and when they were on the way, they were still deceiving themselves and saying that Xue Qing's puppet talisman was just lost and that everyone was fine. Of course, there was no problem with the Yan family. Now, his senior senior brother seems to have no problems. Reservingly accepted all the bad news that might be imposed on him in this world.
Ochre silently put down the puddle, quickly found water with his hands and feet, and helped Yan Zhengming to put Cheng Qian down, washing the boy's blood. After doing all this, Yan Zhengming still felt a little aggrieved by Cheng Qian's disheveled clothes, so he took off his robe and wrapped Cheng Qian.
Yan Zhengming was half-kneeling beside Cheng Qian, staring blankly at that face for a long time, as if he saw the despair floating in his heart.
Yan Zhengming suddenly thought: "Why am I still alive, why don't I go with him?"
With this thought, the true essence in his body instantly reversed, and Yan Zhengming's face suddenly covered with a layer of ominous blood, which was a vague sign of going crazy. Tens of thousands of grievances rose and fell in his heart, endlessly strung together into a net of heaven and earth, tightly holding his three souls and seven souls, Zhou Hanzheng, Tang Yao, Bai Ji... Countless faces flashed in front of his eyes. Pass.
"Why don't they die?" Yan Zhengming murmured suddenly, "Does the so-called way of heaven mean to let shameless people live a hundred years?"
Ochre, who was closest to him, immediately felt something was wrong, and whispered, "Sect Master?"
Yan Zhengming's eyes slowly turned to him, the peach blossom eyes that he was used to seeing and often smiled, were like a bottomless dry well, so dark that he couldn't see the edge, Yan Zhengming suddenly laughed lowly, word by word. Said: "If I attain the Dao, I will also act recklessly, kill indiscriminately, and plunder. Whoever dares to stand in my way, I will slash him with a thousand swords, and he will never be reborn, regardless of whether he is a god or a Buddha. !"
Li Yun was horrified: "Senior brother, what did you say?"
"Why?" Yan Zhengming's voice was low in his hoarse voice, "Why!"
Before he could finish his words, a layer of black gas had already risen around him, and a circle of sand and gravel had risen in response. Others could not get close for a while, Li Yun hurriedly reached out and grabbed his shoulder, but before he touched anyone, he was already bounced off. After three or four steps, he sat down on the ground.
Ochre didn't know what to do, so he could only look at Li Yun eagerly.
Li Yun jumped up from the ground and said sternly: "Yan Zhengming! Xiaoqian has an accident and Xiaoyuan is lost. Do you think I'm heartless and don't know how sad? I'd rather die than me!"
Li Yun's personality has not been very sharp since he was a child, and his badness is also sloppy. As he grows older, he rarely loses his temper. Therefore, the little bào anger that has accumulated with great difficulty will be vented in three or two sentences, and it will be exhausted again and again. Now, after Li Yun jumped, he took a deep breath with red eyes, and then said in a crying voice what he had been unwilling to admit for many years: "At least Xiao Qian is more powerful than me."
It's a pity that he confided his heart on a rare occasion, but in the end he played the qin to the cow, Yan Zhengming seemed to be deaf, and the flying stones on the ground slapped Li Yun's face like a slap, leaving a blood mark immediately. Yun was forced to take a few steps back, just in time to hit a puddle that was left unattended.
The puddle hugged his thigh helplessly, but within a few days, her bulging face had visibly lost weight, turning into a small lump, her chin as sharp as the two scowls on her neck. The soul needle was exactly the same. Li Yun's eyes swept away, suddenly squatted down and held her shoulders, and said hurriedly, "Lend me the soul needle!"
Before the puddle could react, Li Yun had already pulled down a soul-searching needle, snapped open the cork of the needle, and waved it towards Yan Zhengming.
The puddle was stunned. Accompanied by her scream, the soul-searching needle sank into the black mist and stabbed Yan Zhengming's shoulder exactly.
The thick black fog dissipated in a hurry, Yan Zhengming groaned, the whole person rushed forward, fell on Cheng Qian, and couldn't get up for a while.
Li Yun rushed up immediately, quickly pulled out the poisonous needle, cut off Yan Zhengming's blood flow, and shot in with a burst of true essence, all the poisonous blood that hadn't had time to spread out, until the black blood that flowed out turned red, and he didn't stop. He breathed a sigh of relief, took out a bottle of detoxification pill soaked in sea water from his arms, pushed Yan Zhengming who was motionless, and said in a sullen manner, "I told you that you shouldn't...you have to, senior brother, take the detoxification pill first. Come down."
Yan Zhengming didn't look up, Li Yun waited for a while, but didn't get an answer, so he carefully put his hand on Yan Zhengming's uninjured shoulder, only then did he feel the eldest brother's body trembling like shivering leaves.
Yan Zhengming hugged Cheng Qian's already cold body tightly and cried bitterly.
They stayed on the island for half a month, and a canoe engraved with rough spells was finally finished. Only two people could sit down in the canoe. Fortunately, the puddle was still small, so they could squeeze it together. Contending can control the sword, but he can also walk together. He pulled a piece of cloth, wrapped Cheng Qian's frost blade and took it with him. The luggage couldn't be simpler.
"Senior brother, let's go." Li Yun reminded.
Yan Zhengming nodded, and finally looked back at the little-known deserted island. His eyebrows, which had been out of breath with some teenagers, seemed to have a gloomy color overnight, as if the years of square inch. It is infinitely elongated, but in just a few minutes, the teenager has been reborn and grown into an adult.
Yan Zhengming looked at the island, his eyebrows suddenly curved, showing a bit of heavy tenderness: "When one day we can return to Fuyao Mountain in an open and honest way, we will come to pick you up and go home, okay?"
Naturally, no one answered him.
Yan Zhengming carried the frost blade rolled up in the rags behind his back, stepped on his sword with a corner open, and Yu Jian opened his way.
The sea and the sky are the same color, and both places are vast.
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Volume Three Backfires
Chapter 49
The wind and rain were dark, and there was a sheep intestines path in the dense forest, and the end could not be seen at a glance.
This place has obviously been uninhabited for a long time, and it was washed by the bào rain, making it more and more muddy and difficult to travel.
A 16- or 17-year-old boy supported an old man who was struggling to walk in it. The two of them were wearing scorpions that were better than nothing. They walked for most of the night, and the places that should be wet were soaked. The old man must have some problems with his legs and feet. When I'm cold, I don't often stop to rub my sore knees.
He narrowed his dim old eyes, looked into the distance hard, and sighed involuntarily.
The young man on the side was dissatisfied and said, "What bastard immortals, eat our offerings on weekdays, but have to make things difficult in every way to see them once, what's the use of the folks who are thrifty and worship them?"
The old man was startled when he heard the words, and quickly said, "Don't dare to talk nonsense!"
The young man's eyes were wide and round, like a little tiger, and he said: "Am I right? They euphemistically say that they are guarding here, have they blessed us with good weather? In the event of a severe drought and flood, which time did they ask for worship? In the year when King Anping rebelled, all three counties and fifteen cities were in great distress, thieves were rampant everywhere, and the people were living in exile, did they ever show up? Well, even if these are human affairs, the immortals don’t care, then now the evil spirits Running rampant in the countryside, eating people and bloodletting, they don’t even know about it, do you want us to rush to ask for it?”
The old man's legs hurt so much that he couldn't straighten his waist, and said in his mouth: "The immortals do not ask about world affairs. If we have a request, we will naturally come to report it ourselves. What are you talking about!"
The young man said angrily: "Isn't it true, the road to Mingming Valley is the only one, there are difficulties and obstacles, and those who are not sincere can't reach it! This will be more sincere..."
"Rokuro, shut up!" The old man stabbed his cane hard on the ground, "If you want to talk again, you can go back by yourself! Don't implicate the villagers in the fifteen cities in front of the immortals!"
Seeing him angry, the boy's face darkened and he didn't dare to speak. He only pouted when his grandfather turned around and muttered, "Is the immortal better?"
At this moment, an extremely bàonüè blasting thunder suddenly fell from the sky, as if it was close at hand, the young man was caught off guard, his face turned pale on the spot, and he immediately put his cautious eyes aside, and when the roar was a little weaker, he hurriedly asked: " Grandpa, why does the thunder sound so evil today?"
Before the old man could answer, successive thunderstorms had already fallen like raindrops, blowing the entire night sky pale. The old man showed panic, and he hurriedly pulled the young man beside him to kneel on the ground. The vegetation trembled along with it.
I don't know how long it took before the thunder calmed down, the afterglow was faint, and the ground seemed to be still shaking.
The young man couldn't hear a sound for a long time, full of shock, and dared not speak rudely.
It was not until the rain shower stopped, the thick clouds dissipated slightly, and a dim moonlight appeared in the sky, that the young man tremblingly helped the old man up and moved on.