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The boy in white was absent-mindedly walking on the road holding this month's offering.

Today is the day when the boy distributes offerings, but he does not have the joy on other people's faces.

He drooped his head, had black eye bags, and looked very haggard and dejected.

"He Cong, what's the matter with you recently? You're listless."

He Cong just waved his hand and said that it doesn't matter if he has a bottleneck in his recent practice.

The boy's aptitude is not good, so the friend naturally accepted the rhetoric and advised him to let nature take its course.

He Cong could only forcefully smile and nod repeatedly.

No one could understand the reason for his gloom, but since he went to Xuanhuang Secret Realm last time, He Cong's gloom has become a little bit stronger than before.

He Cong walked halfway, stopped suddenly, and turned his head abruptly.

There was no sound on the mountain path.

He Cong sighed, but he didn't dare to relax.

In the past few days, he always felt that someone was following him, as if a pair of extremely cold eyes were watching him in the dark.

Could it be the ghost of Mo Chen?

Even in the daytime, the boy was still frightened by his guess, and his whole body couldn't help shaking. He walked quickly through this claustrophobic path, wanting to return to his peak as soon as possible.

A cloudy wind blew by.

Bang!

A black shadow floated in front of He Cong, and He Cong's neck was tightly strangled by a hand, which directly pressed his whole body against the rough tree trunk with astonishing strength.

"Don't kill me, don't kill me, Mo Chen, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." He Cong closed his eyes tightly, tremblingly begging for mercy.

"Do you know Mo Chen?" A deep male voice sounded.

It was not Mo Chen's voice, He Cong boldly opened his eyes.

It was a man in black clothes who covered his face.

"You, who are you? This is the Tianmen sect, not a place for you to run wild! You let me go!" Seeing that it was a person and not a ghost, He Cong recovered a little bit of consciousness.

"Well!"

The hands clenched around the neck increased their strength.

"Do you know him?" the man asked again.

"Recognize...recognize." There was panic in the boy's eyes.

"How much do you know about Mo Chen's death?" The man's exposed eyes were full of murderous intent.

"Mo Chen's death? Is Mo Chen dead? I, I... don't know. I don't know anything!" He Cong's legs had no strength at all, and his face was as pale as paper.

"Ah!—" The boy let out a scream.

The man punched him in the soft belly.

"How did Mo Chen die?" The man's voice was like a ghost seeking his life from the underworld, "Say!"

"No, I...is Mr. Yi——Yi Liancheng! He, he hates his Yi Qingyun, and Mo Chen defended his face many times, so, so—" He Cong began to hesitate. .

"So what?"

"So he took advantage of Yi Qingyun's absence and asked me to call Mo Chen to Cangmang Peak..." He Cong couldn't continue, but looking at the man's murderous eyes, he could only bite the bullet and say go down.

"Then... Yi Liancheng found a few random cultivators, and they-"

A sharp fist passed past He Cong's ear, and hit a tree trunk as thick as two people hugging behind him.

Boom!

The thick tree trunk was directly blown away by the tyrannical spiritual power.

The hand holding He Cong's neck loosened, and the young man fell to the ground with a pale face.

He almost thought that the fatal blow would hit him in the face.

"Bastard!" The man's eyes were bloodshot, "Yi Liancheng, Yi Liancheng!"

"You—" He Cong didn't know what to say, he was terrified of this lunatic-like man in front of him, as if he would be crushed by him if he moved again.

While He Cong was still dazed, his mouth was forcibly opened, and a pill-shaped thing entered his mouth.

The boy was startled and wanted to spit it out, but the pill had already gone down his throat and disappeared long ago.

"You, what did you eat for me?! Shan and Sanxi"

"The corpse melted away."

"What, what?" He Cong was so frightened that he couldn't understand clearly, and then he pretended to be calm and said: "Don't lie, if the corpse melts, my esophagus will fester after I put it in my mouth, how can I stay here so well. You don't want to frighten me!"

"The corpse is melted inside the pill, and you will know if the outside melts." There was no warmth in the man's tone.

He Cong panicked, he didn't want to die!

"No! No! No! I don't want to die, please help me, I swear I will not tell what happened today, I am very timid, I dare not, please forgive me!" The boy grabbed the man's hand The sleeves begged bitterly.

However, before he could say a few words of begging for mercy, the begging stopped abruptly, and He Cong held his throat in a panic.

Soon the hand holding the sleeve lost all strength and slowly loosened.

Yi Qingyun didn't turn his head back, the young man's expression must be extremely horrifying at this time, the corpse should have already started to corrode the opponent's internal organs.

But after a while, nothing will remain there.

The man came to the deserted Cangmang Peak, carefully looking for something in every plant and tree here.

He tried to find some subtle traces here.

He hoped that it was a tattered note, a meaningful mark, or something else that would tell him that the frail young man was lucky to escape from the clutches of several monks.

Almost nervously, he rummaged through the mountain, looking for some illusory possibility that he didn't even know what it was.

call--

A Cuju rolled out from the woods, the man turned around suddenly, and a child kicked his calves out of the bushes.

The child smiled at Yi Qingyun, and ran over to pick up the Cuju.

"What are you looking for? Are you looking for Cuju too?" the child raised his innocent face and asked.

"Get lost, don't bother me." Yi Qingyun said in a deep voice.

He is not in the mood to deal with this ghostly illusion right now.

"It's really irritable, but you are already late, why deceive yourself!" The child sat on the ground holding the ball, "You can't always think that the way of heaven is on your side."

The child was chattering beside him, but the man simply ignored the child and rummaged around like a chicken without a head.

In some respects, Yi Qingyun can indeed be said to be the kind of person who is lucky.

He has a pure yang body that occurs once in a thousand years, and he has the cultivation level of a nascent soul in less than fifty years.

He survived the catastrophe, and in the land of the sky, even in the face of the predicament that must die, he can still retreat completely.

He explores the secret realm of Xuanhuang, competes with the great sects of the sect, and can easily obtain the supreme inheritance that countless people desire.

No matter which deeds are taken out, it is beyond the reach of ordinary people, and so many deeds are concentrated on one person——

I am afraid that this person will not be able to pick such a person in thousands of miles.

But as the child said, even with such unnatural luck, it is impossible to always get what you want.

Yi Qingyun rummaged through the entire Cangmang Peak, making his whole body ashamed, but still found nothing.

As night fell, black crows croaked hoarsely on the branches. The four-hour search made Yi Qingyun feel fruitless exhaustion for the first time. He was really tired.

Not the body, but the heart.

He finally gave up.

Nothing has changed, except that the boy who is like light is really gone.

In the dark night, on this secluded peak that doesn't even have a name, the sound of heavy footsteps stepping on the leaves that have been blown by the wind and rain can't stop.

The man came to the familiar courtyard like a ghost with nowhere to go, and the child obediently followed him with Cuju in his arms.

Yi Qingyun stretched out his hand to open the courtyard door, but his fingers were stung by the spiritual light of the formation outside the door.

The pain passed along the arm to the man's mind, and he suddenly realized that what he said hadn't changed, had actually changed a long time ago.

Even entering the courtyard was blocked by the formation above.

Everything has long been different.

The sadness of changing things and changing people is not the dull pain of passing by and missing, but the epiphany when you realize that moment.

The man drew out the wooden sword, and the formation on the door shattered, making it useless.

The destruction of the formation quickly disturbed the people living in the courtyard.

"Who are you? Why did you trespass on my courtyard in the middle of the night?" A figure rushed out from the house and asked loudly.

"My lord, what happened?" Hearing the sound, the servant rushed out of the ear room in a hurry, and a solemn figure approached them slowly.

"You, you! I won't be polite if you come here again!" Mr. Li wanted to take out his Lingbao, but found that he didn't bring it with him at all.

The momentum of the whole person suddenly dropped by half.

"I want this courtyard." The man said in a deep voice.

"You must be sick at night at the National People's Congress! This is the courtyard of the Tianmen sect, is it what you want?!" Mr. Li didn't know why the other party valued this small broken courtyard, even he himself hated it very much.

When he first took over the yard, he was shocked by the bare walls of the house.

Besides, it was the house where the dead lived.

Something was thrown into Mr. Li's arms violently.

"How dare you sneak attack me?" Mr. Li was angry at first, then he lowered his head to look, did not expect it to be a spirit bag? !

Suspiciously, he tore open the opening of the spirit bag, his pupils constricted suddenly.

The whole person immediately burst into laughter.

"This courtyard belongs to you, you can come tomorrow." Mr. Li quickly put away the spirit bag.

Another spiritual bag was thrown at his feet.

"Get out now." The man said with his eyes closed.

"You, you—you are ruthless!" Mr. Li quickly bent down to pick up the spirit bag, took a robe and left.

"Where are we going, young master at night?" The servant could only follow his young master,

The footsteps of the two gradually moved away, and soon there was only Yi Qingyun on this mountain.

The wind blows and the clouds move, and the moonlight that emerges from time to time illuminates the man's numb and stiff face.

Yi Qingyun squatted on the ground slowly, his knuckle fingers inserted into the soil, the soft calluses between his fingertips rubbed back and forth against the wet and sticky soil.

The man did not use his spiritual power to simply move handfuls of soil to the side.

He is digging a hole.

It was raining, and the soil was sticking to his hands. He said that he was digging a hole, but it seemed to be like mud. It was sticky and thick, and he couldn't shake it off.

But the man is very serious, he puts all his heart and soul into the pit, he wants to dig the pit into a square, but it is not easy.

The soil was too wet and soft, and he couldn't dig out such straight sharp corners, and he always made them crooked.

The man frowned, like a paranoid old man, kept pinching the surroundings of the pit with his hands, but the effect was not good, and finally he simply took out his cherished wooden sword.

The unstained wooden sword was stained with dirty mud, and it was placed in the pit for gestures.

The man dug the square pit according to the straightness of the blade.

Finally, the man made a square pit, the corners of his stiff mouth raised slightly.

He casually put the wooden sword aside and raised his hand to find something.

But after a while, he stared at the pit in a daze.

He didn't know what he was burying in this pit.

He dug a big and formal grave for the boy, but he had nothing to put in it.

Yi Qingyun lowered his head, showing reluctance, and silently took off the sachet tied around his waist.

Fingers rubbed back and forth gently.

It was the last thing he had.

In the end, he decided to put the sachet with colorful braided ropes into the empty earth pit.

After all this was done, the man started to fill up the pit that had been dug out with great difficulty. His fingertips had already been cracked, and the gaps between his fingers were full of dirty mud.

In an hour, blood, rainwater mixed with sticky soil finally built a simple grave.

At this moment, the back that had always been straight bent down.

The man who was as sharp as a sword hugged the grave bag like a bereaved dog.

The child swallowed his throat while holding the cuju, and hummed a famous folk song, but this originally sad and melodious tune was sung by him in a different way.

There is no sadness of gourd silk, and the rustling cold wind is accompanied by the shadows of the trees, but it is more melancholy and majestic like a strong man who is gone forever.

"Looking with hungry eyes... empty I am infected with lovesickness to the bone marrow, why should he look at him when he is about to leave-even the iron and stone man wants to make love."

"My lord, everything is too late." Yoyo's voice echoed in this cold rainy night.

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