Family cultivation: a psychic mirror at the beginning

It's raining heavily and the wind is freezing.

Liu Yantian, whose throat was stabbed and lying in a pool of blood, began to feel cold and trembled unconsciously.

The cold rain wet his whole body, making him very uncomfortable.

Those gradually graying eyes stared blankly at the sky, at the gloomy clouds, and at the rain that kept hitting his face.

In his mind, scenes from the past were gradually recalled.

"Disciple Yan Tian, ​​pay homage to Master."

"Master, are you really leaving?"

"Master, this disciple will definitely work hard to practice, and one day, he will go to the Sword Ruins Realm to look for you!"

"Aren't I afraid that she won't agree? This marriage is too trivial."

"What are you afraid of? Remember when I chased Qin Yue, all I thought about was that I must marry her, stay with her for the rest of my life, and have a bunch of monkeys!"

"I will take care of you for the rest of my life and never let you suffer any injustice. This is not only the case for me, but also for my Liu family!"

......

Scenes of more than twenty years slowly flashed through Liu Yantian's mind like a revolving lantern.

He recalled the scenes of having fun and gathering with his clan members, the scenes when he first met Baili Moxue, the scenes when he and Baili Moxue made peace with each other, the scenes of his own marriage, and the scenes of his own My son Wen Zhan was just born, and the little one was snuggling in his arms.

I thought of my own tribe, my brothers and nephews, my lover and children, and my entire family.

Really... I feel so sad to let go!

Also...I don't know if I can see them one last time before I die?

"Uncle Yan Tian! Uncle Yan Tian!"

Liu Wenxuan, Sun Fenglin and others, rushed here in a hurry and saw his Uncle Yan Tian lying on the cold ground, soaked with rainwater, his arms had been cut off, his throat had been pierced, and his face was full of anxiety.

He hugged his Uncle Yan Tian tightly, and a strong uneasiness surged into his heart.

"Where's the healing pill? Where's the healing pill?!"

Seeing that Uncle Yan Tian was seriously injured and on the verge of death, Liu Wenxuan's eyes turned red and he yelled at Brother Sun Fenglin like crazy.

In the rain, Brother Sun Fenglin stared at the scene in front of him, secretly wondering who could kill Liu Yantian. Suddenly he heard Liu Wenxuan's roar and reacted hastily.

He turned his hand over and took out a bottle of healing pill.

"Uncle Yan Tian, ​​don't be afraid! You won't die! You won't die! The clansmen are still waiting for you to come back!"

"If you die, how can I go back to see my clansmen? How can I go back to see Second Duke Yunyue?!

How can I be worthy of Aunt Xue'er, how can I be worthy of nephew Wen Zhan? ! "

Liu Wenxuan hugged his Uncle Yan Tian tightly and kept shouting. With trembling hands, he poured a healing pill from the bottle and fed it into Liu Yantian's mouth.

However, Liu Yantian's injuries were too serious. This simple Huangjie second-grade healing pill could not stop his injuries at all. At most, it would make him breathe his last breath.

"Are there any more? Are there any more healing pills? Take them all out!"

Seeing that he had fed him one healing pill after another, which at most allowed his Uncle Yan Tian to breathe his last breath, and the injuries in his body were still unable to heal quickly, Liu Wenxuan stared at Brother Sun Fenglin and roared anxiously.

"No...no more!"

"Go find it, go find it!"

"Let's go right away!"

Brother Sun Fenglin responded quickly, and left quickly in a flash.

"Uncle Yan Tian, ​​hold on! You must hold on! Aunt Shuang'er and the others will arrive soon. You'll be fine when they come. Really! Wenxuan doesn't lie to you, I really don't lie to you!"

Holding his uncle Yan Tian's increasingly cold body, Liu Wenxuan, an eighteen-year-old boy, cried like a child in the rain.

"Wen Xuan!"

When Liu Wenxuan was holding his Uncle Yan Tian tightly and crying helplessly, a familiar voice came into his ears.

I saw several figures flashing towards here at extremely fast speeds.

The leader was Liu Yanshuang.

In addition, Baili Moxue, Liu Wenzhan, Liu Wenyu, Liu Wenrun and many other younger members of the Liu family also got the news.

"Aunt Shuang'er, hurry up, help me! Help me! Uncle Yan Tian, ​​he can't hold on anymore! He really can't hold on anymore!"

This young man who furiously killed thousands of Wu soldiers with one shot at Luzhan Terrace and decapitated enemy generals in the midst of thousands of troops saw his Aunt Shuang'er and others arriving and burst into tears.

Upon hearing this, Liu Yanshuang and others quickly came to Liu Yantian to check.

Baili Moxue hugged Liu Yantian tightly in her arms for the first time, constantly comforting her, with trembling and uneasiness in her words: "It's okay, it's okay, I'm here, it's okay!"

"Dad! I'm Zhan'er! I'm here, you must hold on, you won't die!"

Liu Wenzhan squatted aside, holding his father's hand tightly, his big dark eyes full of worry and fear.

He was afraid that his father would leave him.

"Uncle Yan Tian!"

Liu Wenyu, Liu Wenrun and other younger members of the Liu family also looked at their Uncle Yan Tian nervously and kept calling.

"Aunt Shuang'er, can Uncle Yan Tian...can you save me?!"

Liu Wenxuan's face was pale, his lips were purple, his body was trembling, and he looked at his Aunt Shuang'er longingly.

At this moment, everyone's eyes were on Liu Yanshuang, waiting for her answer.

Including Baili Moxue.

They all know that Liu Yanshuang is the strongest alchemist in her family. She has improved her alchemy skills very quickly in the past ten years and has learned medicine from Liu Yunxun from time to time.

Feeling the earnest gazes from her sister-in-law and nephews and nieces, Liu Yanshuang gritted her teeth and didn't know how to respond.

Everyone felt a strong sense of uneasiness and despair from her silence.

"Tian'er! Tian'er!"

Outside Liushifang City, tall horses stopped at the gate of Fangshi.

Liu Yunyue braved the heavy rain and hurried towards this place.

Also coming with him were Liu Yunyang, Liu Yunfeng, Liu Yunshan and many other members of the Liu clan!

"Who did it?! Who did it?!"

Seeing her son's arm cut off and his throat pierced, his life hanging by a thread, Liu Yunyue's eyes were about to burst and he roared like crazy.

Liu Wenxuan gritted his teeth, not knowing how to respond?

In Baili Moxue's arms, Liu Yantian opened his eyes with difficulty and saw his lover, child, father and clan members all here. A faint smile appeared on his pale face.

He wanted to respond, but the injuries were too severe and his throat was pierced, so he didn't even have the chance to say a final goodbye.

He really... really wanted to say goodbye.

I want to ask my wife, children, and clan members to live well.

Unfortunately, it can’t be done!

It really can’t be done!

"Tian'er!"

"Yan Tian!"

"father!"

Everyone looked at Liu Yantian, and when they saw him closing his eyes heavily, they all cried and shouted.

In the market, the sound of mournful cries shook the sky.

The heavy rain in the sky is getting heavier and heavier.

On a green tiled roof beside the street, Liu Yanshui silently watched the grieving tribesmen, and also saw the man who always took care of him like an elder brother, who was seriously injured and dying.

His expression turned sinister and ferocious unconsciously, like a ferocious beast on the verge of going mad.

"elder brother!"

Liu Yanshuang flashed to her brother's side and witnessed the death of her brother Yan Tian with her own eyes. Her eyes were red, and her tears mixed with rain and fell on the blue tile roof.

"I...I should really listen to you, I didn't...I didn't expect that Brother Yan Tian..."

"Stop talking about this, come with me to the Wang family!"

Liu Yanshui silently stared at the dead figure of his brother Yan Tian, ​​and then said something calmly.

"Brother, did you find something?"

Upon hearing her brother's words, Liu Yanshuang choked up and asked.

"Wang Liyuan is not dead! That bastard is not dead! He is not dead!!!"

Liu Yanshui roared in a low voice.

Full of evil spirit!

Ten years ago, in Tongshan County, he thought he had killed Wang Liyuan!

Who knew, that bastard was not dead!

The moment when the scene that Brother Yan Tian saw before his death was transmitted back to his mind through the soul imprint.

Liu Yanshui was like a bolt from the blue!

How could a bastard who was clearly beheaded by himself be alive?

swoosh~

With a flash of figure, Liu Yanshui reached out and grabbed the Wuqing War Bow tightly.

He had turned into a stream of light, braved the freezing cold wind and the pouring rain, and flew straight to the Wang family's ancestral land with a terrifying murderous intent!

"Brother Yan Tian, ​​wait! I'm going to chop off Wang Liyuan's head now!"