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"My family didn't live here before. I was hit by a catastrophe a while ago. My father died and my mother didn't want me. I moved here with my grandfather and many other folks."
Cheng Qian had a vague guess in his heart, and asked, "What disaster?"
"I don't know," Erlang said. "I don't understand. Grandpa and the others said that the immortals punished them or something. Alas, the immortals are dead—Master Juren, where do you live? Are you a high-ranking official?"
Cheng Qian was stagnant, but the child didn't expect him to answer. He grabbed Cheng Qian's hand holding the sword without fear, raised his head and said, "Then you must be a good official."
Cheng Qian's hand trembled slightly.
Because of his practice, his body temperature was much lower than that of a normal person, and he was holding something extremely cold like a frost blade in his hand.
Cheng Qian lowered his head, and Erlang showed him a toothless smile without any worries, only to see a few bright red spots between the neckline and the cuffs of the boy's body, which could not cover his body.
It is said that only people who freeze to death will have such bright red spots on their bodies.
In an instant, Cheng Qian suddenly realized that only the place where he sleeps can he forget the worries of the world.
He paused in his footsteps and asked in a low voice, "Are you cold?"
When Erlang heard this, he shook his head with a smile on his face: "I still feel hot!" [Note 2]
His brows were serene, but his face seemed to have blue and white marks.
At this time, an old low voice came from a distance: "Erlang, go home quickly!"
Erlang listened, immediately let go of Cheng Qian's hand, jumped his feet and said, "Come on!"
He jumped on the spot lively twice, and said to Cheng Qian: "My grandfather called me, Master Juren, where are you going, and then find someone by yourself."
After finishing speaking, the child hummed an unknown country tune and jumped away.
Only there is no shadow under him.
"Hey." Cheng Qian suddenly stopped him, and Erlang turned around with big Wugou eyes.
Cheng Qian leaned on the countless frost blades of dead souls, and stood quietly in the same place. In the dark night, he looked like a statue of a handsome god. He said softly, "I was also called Erlang when I was young."
For a moment, he seemed to see the mixed forks of fate after countless joys, angers, sorrows and joys.
Since Yuanshen settled in Juling Jade, he has never felt the connection between the joys and sorrows of the world.
Erlang listened, glanced at him in surprise, scratched the messy hair on his head, and ran away with a smile.
Cheng Qian let out a sigh of relief, and suddenly there was a certain desire in his heart. If there really is a place for dead souls in the world, then...
He turned into a shadow, and the wind swept across the beautiful but lifeless village, straight into the heart of the valley.
The roaring tigers and apes and the crowds that he encountered in this place last time were gone, and Cheng Qian vaguely understood that those hungry and wild animals who made him flee in a hurry were only when he was young. Minions" is a debilitating nightmare.
This time, Cheng Qian didn't get lost again, and he quickly found where Tong Ru's corpse was.
It was the night of the new moon, the night sky was like a wash, there was no Chanjuan in sight, only the stars were ten thousand. Cheng Qian could almost feel the faint resonance between the frost blade and the white bone in front of him.
At this moment, the scene in front of him changed suddenly, as if a curtain covering something was pulled open.
A voice whispered softly in his ear: "When was the happiest time in your life? When was the most painful time? Why did you take this road, have you regretted it all these years?"
This voice was very familiar, but Cheng Qian couldn't figure out where he had heard it before. In an instant, he saw his huáng rat láng master rushing into the rain curtain with the young him in his arms. The gray-faced child raised his head ignorantly, and in his hand there was a beggar who had just smashed through the mud...
With a flick of the road, he suddenly arrived at the Fuyao Mountains, in the tender and flowery township. The arrogant young man perfunctoryly directed the little girl to grab a handful of pine nuts for the child in front of him. Xiao Cheng Qian, who was not as tall as an adult, showed disapproval on his face. With it on the corners of his eyes and brows, as soon as he went out, he casually handed the bag of candy to the equally annoying junior brother.
Cheng Qiangui walked over unexpectedly, reached out and took the package of pine nuts in the middle, and put one in his mouth. The intense sweetness stimulated his tongue, which had not been sour and bitter for a long time, and was almost in a trance.
Cheng Qian involuntarily let the child on the stairs walk slowly to the young man who had to comb his hair eight hundred times that day, watching him arrogantly turn a girl and Daotongzhi around, something in his heart suddenly decided. The embankment collapsed and drowned him.
Cheng Qian stepped forward abruptly, raised his hand and hugged the boy into his arms, as if he was holding the only treasure in his life.
The eldest brother hadn't grown up at that time, and his skeleton still had the slenderness of a young man, and his stature, which was slightly slower than his peers, could only reach Cheng Qian's lips.
Cheng Qian raised his head slightly and rested his chin on the boy's head. For a moment, his eyes were blurred.
It was the happiest moment of his life, but also the most painful moment.
He faced himself with no worries, hugged the person he missed the most, and clearly knew where he belonged in his life. At the same time, he also clearly understood that all this was fake, and that all hope was as slim as the line at sunset. skylight.
Years passed, and it was already dead.
At this moment, a sigh suddenly came from his ear, Cheng Qian's embrace was suddenly empty, he raised his head, and saw that many illusions had disappeared, Real Master Mu Chun stood in front of him at some point, Bei Ming Jun Tong Ru was a little further away, His hands and feet were bound by jet-black chains, and his whole body was shrouded in white light. From the white light, sharp swords sprang up all the time, slashing the flesh and blood all over his body, but he was very peaceful sitting side by side with his own bones, and there was no pain in sight. .
Cheng Qian: "Master? Master... Master, this is..."
Tong Ru nodded at him from a distance, and said, "The sin is unforgivable. After death, you will be punished by a mountain of swords, a sea of fire, and a thousand swords. It doesn't look bloody, right?"
Cheng Qian: "..."
Real Master Mu Chun waved at him with a smile, and said with emotion: "When you grow up, you still look like a ghost with no face, it's not likable at all."
Cheng Qian said softly, "Is it very pleasing to be like a big brother every day, changing the law and making fun of people?"
Real Man Mu Chun smiled and said, "Since he is so annoying, why are you holding on to it?"
Cheng Qian's face darkened slightly, he closed his eyes, and after a long while, he said in a low voice, "Yes, this disciple is arrogant."
Mu Chun's smile gradually faded, and he wanted to raise his hand to touch Cheng Qian's head as usual, but when he raised his hand, he found that Cheng Qian was taller than himself. stopped in mid-air.
Cheng Qian silently put the frost blade aside and knelt down.
Master Mu Chun: "How could you be here?"
"Wangyou Valley is a place of death in the world," Tong Ru said calmly in the distance, "Most of the displaced souls in the world will linger here for a while, and then disperse separately. Dead, wait here with the plants and trees. It stands to reason that strangers can't get in. The last time the soul-devouring lamp and I were both dead together, he inspired his half-perfect soul-chasing talisman, because you are no longer counted. Living people, these two little things are not human, so they were wrapped together... This time he is no longer a mortal body, of course he can come and go freely. "
Cheng Qian smiled bitterly and said, "My soul is in the Three Realms, and my body is already outside the threshold. I won't have the face to say 'heart serves as a form' in the future."
Real Man Mu Chun looked at him deeply and asked, "Son, what are you doing here in Wangyou Valley?"
Cheng Qian explained the cause and effect in their entirety.
"Oh," Reality Mu Chun showed no expression on his face. After a while, he said coldly and sharply, "I thought you were here to go to the grave, but you were here to dig a grave after so much trouble."
Cheng Qian: "..."
Although it is true.
Master Mu Chun folded his hands into his sleeves and sighed, "Alas, it's better to raise an apprentice than a dog. Growing up, you'll be blind."
Tong Ru smiled next to him: "I've got a picture, my sword cultivator is not using foreign objects as a medium, the entry is all wooden swords, the master is just a decoration, and of course there is no messy reception around... If you say reception and introduction , there is only the swinging wooden sword technique itself, why, have you forgotten the scene when you were led by that wooden sword when you were a child?"
When every teenager picks up the wooden sword for the first time and immerses himself in the ridiculous looking start, he will be led by the wooden sword to the realm of sword intent. Cheng Qian's thoughts turned sharply, and he suddenly understood something.
Tong Ru smiled slightly, the shackles on his hands rattled, and said, "That's it, go, don't come again in the future. And next time you come, I'm afraid you won't be able to see us."
Those who are immortal and immortal, wait here to coexist with plants and trees.
Cheng Qian couldn't help but ask, "Master, did you really go to the Secret Realm of Sansheng?"
The corners of Mu Chun's eyes twitched slightly, as if a very painful thing was brought up by a sentence.
"Well, I've been there," Tong Ru's expression remained unchanged, and the old monk said as if he had settled down, "I went to ask Xu Yingzhi, and he gave me three ominous hexagrams, and advised me to obey the destiny and wait for death honestly, I think It's useless to keep this kind of friend for the New Year, so I went back and passed the seal of the head to the little... Your master, you have stepped down on the stage of no regrets."
"No regrets...what?"
"'If you come and go, don't look back, you have no regrets and no regrets', oh, everyone is also called 'Heart Demon Terrace'," Tong Ru said, "Fuyao Mountain is a congenital secret realm, you must know it, according to legend The secret realm was a soaring powerful man who moved from outside the Three Realms to guard the inner demon platform and separated the human realm from the group of demons.
Cheng Qian was stunned when he heard the words: "Really?"
"Most of it is fake, it's roughly the same as Hongjun Kaimeng and Pangu Kaitian, it's just a story," Tong Ru looked at him with a smile. When the sect of ten thousand demons laughed, not only was it not scary at all, but it was very kind." But I don't regret the stage is true, there is a piece of heaven-defying thing on the stage..."