God [Ancient Sword]

Ah fu.

The name in this world is Ah Fu.

In other words, this word that doesn't even count as a name is nothing more than a code name to identify others.

The boy who was barely able to lean against the head of the bed after being supported by all his strength, his distressed appearance at the beginning only made people feel extremely sad.Even the simplest movements can already pour out most of his strength. It seems that he is trying hard to support himself, but he is out of breath after struggling, and his body is still completely unable to use his strength. .

But then, he only raised his head and glanced at it for a moment, which made people's hearts tightened tightly.

The sweat-wet hair was sticking to the cheeks, which made the outline of the face thin and petite, and the spirit was still sluggish. After suffering this torture, it was inevitable that he would show haggardness like recovering from a serious illness, but the delicate and slender features of the facial features were not Never cut half a point because of this.

His complexion is so pale that even the blue meridians are clearly visible. His straight nose bridge and thin lips are not so much like his overly beautiful mother, but rather like his uncle's. No matter how unwilling Mo is, he has to admit that this is the way he passed on his own father - if it wasn't for the person who gave him the other half of his blood, he would be the coldest flower in the world, how could this father and son, Even though he has been indifferent and silent up to this point, he still reveals a beauty like a beautiful scenery?

The man in front of him only saw his eyebrows twitch, and quickly took out a bead and swept it on his side, and he instantly felt lighter, and the sticky feeling suddenly changed into refreshing.

"Ah Fu, your spiritual root is still being reshaped..." Fang Qimo carefully chose the words, "There will be no problems! It's just that you will have to practice again later, Ah Fu, don't worry, it's a blessing in disguise... Soul After finishing it, the master said that it still needs to be observed, and... and the double spiritual root may be molded into a mutated single spiritual root, and it may not be abolished, ah, you..."

Before he finished speaking, he waited in fear for any possible reaction from his nephew, but he couldn't help it anymore, turned his head and shouted viciously at the door: "Have you finished crying? Have you finished crying?! No no Why are you crying?!"

The mother in this world shrank back instinctively, tears were streaming down her cheeks, and couldn't help choking up when she saw her son's usual indifferent and unwavering gaze.

Some people are blessed by heaven, no matter how hard she cries, she is still amazingly beautiful.She sees everything in the world with sadness, and all the senses are formed in her world as she sees it. The existence of sentient beings has always been the same in people's eyes as why it cannot exist, and people can't explain why.

When his uncle lost his temper, he was still sitting there, expressionless and indifferent.

Every soul crossing is a different experience, and it will lead to various results due to the strength of the host soul.Sometimes you can receive the fate of the host by the way, sometimes you can get the memory of the host, and sometimes you can inherit a certain personality of the host—more, it is obsession.

In this life, so far, he can't tell what his obsession is, and it will become clear when he meets him in the future.Now he is trying to grasp those scattered memory fragments, fortunately, they were not completely destroyed due to the overly intense soul fighting process.

However, Ah Fu is obviously such an ignorant child, in his memory, the most vivid thing is seeking the Tao.

His obsession is not Dao, but there is always the deepest part, which cannot be escaped from Dao.

Speaking of which, the name Ah Fu was actually obtained by Fang Qimo.

That year, Fang Qiya gave birth to him at the cost of destroying her foundation, but in her eyes, she couldn't see his existence.She is just determined to do one thing, so she will do it even if her body is smashed to pieces—the practitioners of the sentient way are all stubborn lunatics to the extreme, and no one can understand what they are thinking, let alone guess The causes and consequences of everything they do.

At that time, Fang Qimo stared at the infant baby for a long time, and finally said "it is a disaster after all".

My sister practiced the way of sentient beings, but the more she practiced, the more stupid she became.The legendary brother-in-law was nowhere to be seen, even if he was him, he wouldn't recognize her.After all, the birth of this child was a mistake.Fang Qimo watched the child grow up day by day, calling Ah Fu over and over again, and no one gave him a new name in the end, as if he wanted to call Ah Fu to grow old forever.

Somehow, Ah Fu grew more and more like his own father, but his uncle not only didn't hate his family, but loved him more and more day by day.Probably it was some kind of fate.

Mottled memories flashed by like a revolving lantern, and most of the still clear scenes were limited to the uncle's side, while the ones about another important relative were as blurred as a fog barrier, and it was unbearable to touch them.

This made him unavoidably curious about the origin of Su Ti's father, the one whom his uncle calls out every bitch but still respectfully.

It is also one of the blessed places in the cave, and the atmosphere and beauty in the source of cave spirits is far better than that of Xixuan.

Others were afraid that he would stay in the room quietly and think wildly, so they helped him to the entrance of the cave and told him to have a look at the scenery and change his mood.Fang Qimo wanted to hug him, but his nephew had always had a high self-esteem, so he only glanced at him lightly, and Fang Qimo shyly moved his hand away, not daring to make any more moves.Although his nephew is small, his power is getting stronger day by day, which makes Fang Qimo very indignant. He is obviously the child he looks up to, but why does he look more like that person the longer he grows.

Fang Qiya was kicked out of the house by Fang Qimo several times, but she still turned back sobbing, did not speak, just looked at him and wept silently.

Since Ah Fu opened his eyes, he has been seeing her tears.Judging from the residual reaction of the body, it doesn't seem like he has no feelings for his mother, but he will not be moved at all, no matter what she looks like in front of him-seeing Fang Qimo's attitude towards her. , Slowly also understand the way of getting along with each other.

After all, it was still the ruthless way's fault.Since she stepped into this way for so many years, she couldn't put anything in her eyes except for the things she was attached to.Just like a lunatic who only lives in his own world, a lunatic who is so rational but still chooses to be stupid to the end.

Dislike her, scold her, ignore her, even hate her, but still can't get rid of the blood relationship.

"Let her go like this!" Fang Qimo squatted next to his nephew and basked in the sun together. When he mentioned her, he was a little disheartened. "As long as she doesn't mess with others and doesn't mess with her, I don't care what she does." Oh! Ah Fu, don’t pour anything into her, after all, you and I are just a stone on her path, let it go if you want!”

"The way of sentient beings - the way of sentient beings! Ha, can the path that is cruel to this point be called sentient beings?!"

The so-called Dao is ruthless. In the eyes of the world, the higher the foothold in the immortal way, the more thoroughly the seven emotions and six desires of mortals will be wiped out. The way of sentient beings is naturally reversed. How can it not be difficult?

And the pure sentient way is as extreme as the ruthless way.One understands the rules from the various states of life, and the other observes the mystery from the nothingness of the original source. Compared with the ruthless way where everything is empty, the practice of the sentient way is more abundant. will be different.

Many years ago, what Fang Qiya was obsessed with was love. Many years later, what bound her was still that infatuated love. Apart from that, what was everything in the world to her?She couldn't find out, and she didn't want to find out, so she was doomed to perish.

Fang Qimo was silent for a long time when he said this.When he came back to his senses, he subconsciously glanced at his nephew out of the corner of his eye, pretending to be nonchalant and said: "Oh, wait a moment... After a while, about... that person will arrive."

He was the most impatient to mention that person, and he was extremely rude with a slut behind his back, but when it was really critical, he still had to turn to him for help, of course his mood was complicated.

In the end, he was blaming his cruel sister, and he was also annoyed by that person.Even though he knew that the other party had done nothing wrong, he still couldn't help venting his anger - speaking of which, this is really the most malicious joke of the gods, and it happened that a lunatic with a loving heart ran into an idiot with a heartless heart!

Hearing this, Ah Fu just withdrew his gaze, paused, and turned to look at him.

Fang Qimo was extremely embarrassed, he didn't dare to look at him: "Your mother changed her life against the sky to have you, but you don't owe her anything. But that... Although your mother, an idiot, interfered , there is no cause and effect between you, but he took your responsibility anyway, and the price he paid because of you is quite a lot... Ah Fu, don’t blame your uncle for sending you to Chicheng Mountain last time, actually, actually ..."

Ah Fu silently shook his head.

This was ambiguous, but he understood what his uncle wanted to express.This person’s temperament is not good, but he can be said to be kind and sensible, but it’s just not on the outside; he often speaks duplicity, and when he gets angry, he talks nonsense—so, follow those clues. , I can guess his real thoughts.

But he really didn't expect that the first time he met the father of the original body, he would almost be doomed.

Fang Qimo is his master's closed disciple, although he is not big or young and is always messing around, but he is favored after all.

The eldest is the chief, of course he lives on the main peak, the second to the eighth are all in charge of the important affairs of the sect, they either live together or stay far away alone, on the contrary, he is the youngest who has nothing to do, picks and chooses. Not far away, I occupied a small hill by myself.

When Lian Yunsheng arrived, it was still dusk, Fang Qimo picked up his master and went to his uncle to ask for pills.The nephew's soul seemed to be fine, but Lingen's situation was not optimistic at all.It is said to be remodeling, but it is broken and molded at the same time. Often the half of the broken part is finished, and the other half is broken again. It makes people have some hope and constant despair.Seeing his nephew being tortured all day and all night, he certainly felt uncomfortable, so he wondered if there were some rare medicines that could be used.

Earlier, when Ah Fu was still delirious, Fang Qimo pointed at the opening of the mountain gate and yelled at Fang Qiya and Lian Yunsheng, and said that if Lian Yunsheng came, he was not allowed to come in, but turned around and hurriedly sent a letter to tell the man you Something happened to my son, and how could anyone know about this strange change if it wasn’t for the people nearby—and when Lian Yunsheng really arrived, he saw the real person in Chicheng Mountain who was made of ice and snow stepping off the cloud boat, and the attendants who were in charge of the mountain gate Although he trembled under Fang Qimo's obscenity, no one dared to stop him.

Ah Fu finished looking inside as usual, and sat on the edge of the bed in a daze.Others only know that his spiritual root is not right, his congenital meridians are all blocked, so he suffers, but it doesn't matter, this pain is somewhat a sequela of crossing the soul.

Yingying is still asleep on his dantian, presumably only he can see it.Otherwise, with so many people coming and going to examine his body, how could no one notice such a weird existence?Here I feel a little relieved, but on the other end, I feel a little uneasy for some reason.Yingying hasn't moved at all these days, and he can't tell where the anxiety comes from.

In a daze, he was vaguely recalling those stories from a long time ago, and then he looked up and saw the man who entered the room unexpectedly.

One lowered his head, the other raised his head, facing his upper eye pupils, the seemingly substantial sights collided in the void, and the momentary tremor seemed to make the meeting roar violently.

Even though the wind that followed the man into the room was not strong, Ah Fu's long hair still swayed back suddenly, and then a mouthful of blood spurted out like this.

As soon as he saw him, Ah Fu understood what the obsession of this body was—the unwillingness and humbleness in his chest were constantly surging—but the reason for his trembling was not here!

This man——this man can tell at a glance that he is not the real master!

Lian Yunsheng was originally a person who was as cold and indifferent as the cold wind circling on the top of the mountain. The Lingtai did not stir up dust, and his mind was as firm as a rock. At this moment, his emotions have gone awry!Those cold pool-like eyes shot out infinite stern light, obviously furious: "Where is my son?!"

He just felt that under these eyes, there was nowhere to hide.

The ruthless pressure hit his head instantly, disrupting the inner breath in his body that he had finally managed to channel. The blood spit out from his throat seemed to have opened some valve, and he could no longer control the collapse of his body—— , can only just watch everything collapse.

...but he didn't die.

An inexplicable force suddenly diffused from the dantian, as if time stopped for a moment, so the broken body, which was torn by external force and internal force, maintained the trend of collapse.In the confusion, he seemed to see a shadow.

She has long pale hair, a gentle and quiet face, and she is curled up, sleeping with her eyes closed.

'Yingying...'

He murmured silently in his heart, with anxiety and panic.

He is afraid, of course he is afraid, every time he crosses his soul, every time he lives in it, he is terrified of what kind of pain the unknown fate will bring him.Back then, he had gone through the pain of splitting his soul in a bloody array, and he wanted to work hard to live only with the two souls and three souls that lacked the soul of life.And this time, it must be the moment when he is the closest to dying. All the will to survive and all the means are useless in the face of this merciless oppression, but he is completely ignoring those at this moment—— He only saw Yingying, his Yingying, once again, stood in front of him.

He was afraid, not because he was afraid of whether he would survive this time, but because he was afraid... that he would lose his Yingying again.

So unforgettable, so lingering and sentimental—it turns out that there is also a kind of emotion, even if he is constantly abandoned by this world, it can still appear in him.

However, at this moment, all the longing, all the steadfastness, in the next moment, it is all gone.

She opened her eyes.

She still looked like Yingying, so soft, so quiet, but she woke up.

But the moment she opened her eyes, he heard the tremor of the sky, the singing of the distant mountains, the roaring of the great river, the ancient breath and the vastness of the wilderness—those invisible tensions appeared so clearly in his consciousness However, he knew that it was not an illusion—some things hadn't been truly reflected in his brain, and his eyes had already shed tears because of the feeling.

She is Yingying.But Yingying would not have such indifference, such indifference, in her eyes, there is the desolation of hundreds of millions of years.

——Those are not a pair of mortal eyes.

And these eyes have been obtained countless times, and they appeared in his dreams over and over again.

That year, the God in Tsing Yi I met in the Emperor's Atrium, just because of the extra glance, I will never forget it forever.

The whole world is buzzing.Blood was gurgling in his chest, but his voice was so hoarse that he couldn't make a sound.

It turns out that all the warmth I have ever felt...is yours, pity.

Anxious.

The author has something to say: 10.20

So... the author is a scam...

This chapter has been revised many times over and over again... In the end, the revision is really not good, so that's it... This chapter will talk about the result first, and the next chapter will be the reason.

A certain dictionary... Well, quickly crawl away with the lid on the pot—don’t hit it——