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Chi Xingqian looked at the crowd and gathered around him with a solemn expression.

When Zhong Yishuo was dying, he pointed to Zhong Ziyuan and said, "Just now... you sneaked into Heishan, you... are so vicious."

Zhong Ziyuan was caught off guard and bit back, and immediately told the truth.

Patriarch Zhong Zhiwen had just witnessed Zhong Yishuo falling to the ground, and now he was helping the injured person, and immediately sent spiritual power to rescue him.

However, there is no way to recover.

Chi Xingqian was silent, he knew that in the eyes of others, he had been following Zhong Ziyuan.

His words are not testimony.

When Zhong Ziyuan explained just now, he mentioned the strange formation on the ground. Although no traces could be found at this time, the bones of the two immortals could be checked.

The Zhong family has been famous for hundreds of years, and they all follow the right path in their practice. If they are not contaminated, the immortal bones must be as white as jade.

Zhong Ziyuan immediately agreed.

Chi Xingqian suddenly said, "No!"

Zhong Ziyuan was puzzled, "I have practiced for decades, and there is nothing I can't investigate." After speaking, he sat on the ground.

Pain appeared in Chi Xingqian's eyes.

He wanted to tell him countless times, but he never thought that he should face it alone at this moment.

It's time to let him know...

Zhong Zhiwen mobilized his spiritual power, his palm rested on Zhong Ziyuan's chest for a moment, and looked at him in disbelief.

Seeing Zhong Zhiwen's shocked face, Zhong Ziyuan asked, "What?"

Zhong Zhiwen said, "You don't have fairy bones."

Everyone was shocked.

Zhong Ziyuan's face was pale.

On the other side, Zhong Yishuo's celestial bones are as clear as jade.

Zhong Ziyuan didn't move, his thin and thin body was straight.

Chi Xingqian understood how arrogant he was to seek the truth.

On that day, when he stretched out his hand to Zhong Ziyuan's warm heart, he knew it.

There is a kind of person in the fairy gate, the fairy bone grows too fast and absorbs too much spiritual power, which will drag the body, so it is easy to cause the body to become thin and suffer from internal diseases.

If the symptoms disappear one day, it can only mean that the fairy bone either does not grow or disappears.

After he was ten years old, he no longer showed signs of weakness, because when he was ten years old, he had his immortal bones picked out.

You can no longer practice immortality.

That day, when he hugged him tightly and kissed him, his heart ached beyond measure.

For everyone, there is only one explanation for such unusual things as being able to wield a sword freely without having a fairy bone, and to display spiritual power freely.

Zhong Zhiwen's voice was old-fashioned, looking extremely tired, he gave orders slowly.

"Take Zhong Ziyuan down."

Before Zhong Ziyuan took half a step back, he took out his sword, and was dazed when he saw the lingering spiritual light.

The people of Zhongfu thought he was going to run away, so they drew their swords one after another.

Seeing this situation, Zhong Fufeng who rushed over from the side hurriedly persuaded him not to act first since the matter was not yet determined.

At this moment, after Chi Xingqian was silent for a while, spiritual power gathered in his hands.

His sword came out of its sheath with a clang, and a burst of white light shone around it.

Zhong Fufeng thought that he saw Zhong Ziyuan fainted by being wronged, and immediately jumped to his side, trying to stop him.

Chi Xingqian, however, kept his eyes fixed on a person in the crowd.

He said loudly: "So it's you...you've worked so hard to figure this out, you must be tired of work."

He took advantage of the situation to pull Zhong Ziyuan who was on the ground and hugged him tightly, and the spirit sword hovered directly above the man's head.

The person pointed at by the sword point was Zhong Chuze.

Seeing his situation, Zhong Fufeng thought to himself that this person is crazy.

Zhong Chu looked up and saw the sword hanging above his head, which contained spiritual power that did not belong to the cultivation of the Zhong family.

His face changed drastically, and he understood in an instant.

"You...are that beast from back then."

Zhong Chu's eyes were shining brightly, and he fixedly looked at Chi Xingqian.

The surrounding atmosphere became very strange in an instant, and no one present dared to move easily.

Zhong Chu squeezed the sword in his hands, and for a moment, Zhong Ziyuan felt that the spiritual power was rapidly draining from his body.

Like a flood that opened its gates, it roared past his body and disappeared.

He was pale.

Seeing that he was uncomfortable, Chi Xingqian wrapped his arms around his waist tightly.

Zhong Ziyuan leaned on his shoulder and said softly, "Take me away."

"it is good."

No matter how Chi Xingqian waved away everyone's obstruction, only then did everyone know that even if they all worked together, they might not be his opponent.

He brought Zhong Ziyuan back to Wanbi Mountain.

Zhong Ziyuan stayed awake until he felt that all the spiritual power and cultivation in his body had collapsed.

His eyes were clear but indifferent, without any warmth.

After seeing Chi Xingqian's face clearly, the color in his eyes gradually warmed up.

Neither of them spoke.

Chi Xingqian held his hand and kissed him lightly.

He sighed, "You should, think about it."

On the ground full of rush grass, Chi Xingqian knelt on one knee, lowered his head, devout and respectful.

"Owner."

he called him.

Zhong Ziyuan had tears in his eyes, overflowing his sockets.

"You are... A Qian."

Chi Xingqian looked up and smiled, "It's me."

1000 years ago, Zhong Ziyuan was the general of Renhai Kingdom.

The breeze is bright and the moon is bright, reflecting the iron horses and golden swords, and the rays of light for thousands of miles, dyed the red and glorious years.

In that life, Chi Xingqian was a war horse, Zhong Ziyuan's mount.

He named it Chi Qian.

Cold light and iron clothes, grass growing and warblers flying, he spent all the days with him.

On the battlefield, stepping on countless blood and glory, defending the country, it is always by his side.

This is all Zhong Ziyuan's memory.

After Chi Xingqian finished listening, he smiled very gently.

There are memories about him, all good.

Zhong Ziyuan asked: "There are other things that I don't remember, what happened at that time?"

Chi Xingqian sat beside him and didn't answer.

I just asked him, is he sad if he loses the fairy bone and his spiritual power is withdrawn again?

Zhong Ziyuan replied honestly: "At first it was." He pursed his lips, and continued, "But compared with the surprise of seeing you, that kind of sadness is nothing at all."

He was sad and curious.

He was anxious to know, but felt that there was still a lot of time, so there was no need to be so anxious.

Especially, when he saw that Chi Qian had become what he is today, he felt that it was very good.

Chi Xingqian told him simply.

"1000 years ago, we lost the battle, but the enemy did not win." His voice became a little cold, "Your lieutenant, Red Crossbow, rebelled. Because of him, our entire army was wiped out."

Zhong Ziyuan said: "Then why didn't they win?"

Chi Xingqian found a back pillow, let him lean on it comfortably, and said lightly, "After you died, I trampled them all into meat sauce.

"

Zhong Ziyuan understands that he still has many things that he hasn't told him, so he pesters him relentlessly and insists on knowing everything.

Chi Xingqian was helpless, looked at him with a smile, and spoke slowly.

The battlefield 1000 years ago.

Zhong Ziyuan was wearing silver armor with a dignified expression.

It was not yet dawn, and he was extremely alert to any disturbances around him.

The surroundings were dark, he let out a breath, and finally survived another day in peace.

But just as the sky was turning pale, they were ambushed.

The well-placed defense is useless.

The enemy army was almost at the gates of the city.

When Zhong Ziyuan led the wounded lieutenant out of the siege with a sharp sword in his hand, there was already a sea of ​​corpses behind him, and everyone died quietly.

The tiger-like soldiers under him are so unbearable.

What went wrong?

He felt the blood flowing backwards all over his body. At this time, there was a neighing sound from a distance, and he rushed towards him like a lightning bolt.

Zhong Ziyuan immediately pulled the red crossbow onto Chi Qian's back and asked him to take him away.

Chi Qian neighed, and was reprimanded by Zhong Ziyuan.

Then, he slapped the horse's back vigorously, galloped away, and was about to turn around, but the man on his back jumped off the horse by himself.

The foot that was limping a moment ago returned to normal in an instant.

Chi Nu loudly said: "Come here, some people, chop this horse for me."

He knew that the horse had a spirituality and recognized its owner, and that other people could not control it, so it was better to kill it.

Seeing this scene in front of him, Zhong Ziyuan felt indifferent.

He raised his sword and waved away the person who was doing the fighting, and stood coldly in front of his lieutenant general, protecting Chi Qian behind him.

Zhong Ziyuan said: "Why treason?"

Red Crossbow thought it was funny.

He never had a country of his own.