【Rebirth】Mermaid brothers love doomed

Holding the magic lock talisman tightly in his palm, and looking at Yan Chang'an who was smirking in the wooden boat, even Duan Juechen couldn't bear to take back Yu Qingfeng's remnant soul.

Lin Wanjiang seemed to have noticed it, and leaned lightly on Duan Juechen's chest, whispering: "Chang'an misses him very much."

Not only Yan Chang'an, they also miss Yu Qingfeng very much, but the remnant soul cannot be reborn, even if they are all taken back, it is still difficult to relieve the pain of lovesickness.

"Take it back, the breeze is clean, the water in this lake is opaque."

Wu Zhu stepped forward suddenly, grabbed the spirit-locking talisman directly, gritted his teeth and threw it into the lake.

In an instant, the light was extinguished, a little bit of sparks merged into the lock charm, and the dilapidated lantern drifted up and down with the waves, and gradually submerged in the water...

"Brother Yu! Where have you been! Brother Yu..."

The end of the anxious call choked with sobs, Yan Changan still felt that he was crying without tears.

Seeing people wanting to jump into the lake, Lin Wanjiang hurriedly said, "Ah Chen, go quickly! Chang'an should not get wet!"

Yan Changan's left leg has never recovered, and he also limps when running, and it will be even more difficult to recover if it gets wet.

Hearing this, Duan Juechen got up and jumped onto the wooden boat, and returned to Tianhai Sanqing after tossing for a long time.

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When the sky was dim and everyone else was sleeping soundly, Duan Juechen got up early. He had to cook medicinal porridge for Lin Wanjiang and feed Yan Chang'an.

Just because Wu Zhu didn't care about raising her, and never took care of others, the eldest lady's temper has never changed.

After being busy for a long time, Duan Juechen held the noodle soup and pushed open the door of Yu Qingfeng's room. When he entered, he saw Yan Chang'an curled up beside the couch.

The man's hair was disheveled, he hugged the soft pillow tightly in his arms, he didn't respond to the sound, his long and narrow eyes were numb and empty.

Knowing that he was stimulated, Duan Juechen lowered his volume and called softly, "Senior Brother Yan, it's time for breakfast."

If Yan Changfu didn't hear it, he hadn't said a word since last night, the familiar aura was gone, and the heart lake was completely frozen and nothing could be seen.

Duan Juechen had no choice but to forcibly feed him when he heard footsteps.

Lin Wanjiang stepped into the room, holding a kit in his hand, which contained the spirit-locking talisman that sealed the remnant soul.

Passing the things to Yan Chang'an, the senior brother said softly: "Chang'an, you have to put them away, and you must not lose them."

Duan Juechen was about to speak, but Lin Wanjiang glanced at him, and then swallowed the words back.

"Chang'an, hurry up, this is Brother Yu."

Hearing this, Yan Chang'an finally reacted, but the kit was isolated from the spiritual energy, and he still couldn't find the familiar aura.

Lin Wanjiang had no choice but to open the kit with one hand, Yan Changan's eyes lit up, and he snatched it away.

As for the cheek rubbing against the chest, he said foolishly: "Brother Yu, you are back."

Lin Wanjiang sighed, looked at Duan Juechen, and whispered: "Let him hold it, he won't lose it."

Senior brother can be sure of this, even if Yan Chang'an loses his life, he will not lose Yu Qingfeng's soul.

After receiving the noodle soup, Lin Wanjiang coaxed, "Eat something, if Chang An doesn't behave, brother Yu will have to leave."

Hearing this, Yan Chang'an hurriedly put away the kit, took the initiative to take the noodle soup and devoured it...

In the few days before departure, everyone except Yan Changan was busy.

Due to the disintegration of the human race after the war, Wu Zhu proposed that all the immortal sects should be merged, and continue the name of Tianhai Sanqing.

She has declared her own family, if anyone does not want to be with the demons, they can take off their robes and retreat or wander alone, they can stay or go as they please.

Duan Juechen packed his bags, and Lin Wanjiang accompanied Wu Zhu to deal with these matters. They decided to leave tomorrow and have a reunion dinner in the evening.

Until nightfall, Yan Changan was dragged to Zeyu Peak, Xu was accompanied by Yu Qingfeng, and he was much more stable recently.

Duan Juechen joined hands with Wu Zhu, and Lin Wanjiang sat in the courtyard looking at Yan Chang'an.

It's a reunion dinner, it's just the four of them, now everywhere in the Twelve Peaks is deserted, and the laughter of the past is no longer heard.

When the good wine was brought, the brother drank from the cup first, then held the wine jar with one hand and sprinkled it all on the ground.

He muttered in his mouth: "Let's go with peace of mind, Tianhai Sanqing will not perish, and will surely regain its glory in this life."

As soon as the words were finished, Wu Zhu also stood up and drank a glass of wine to the blood-soaked soil.

"Azhu has been reborn, thanks to everyone's help, the mountain gate is entrusted to me, and I will surely live up to everyone's expectations."

The senior brother smiled with tears in his eyes, and drank one cup after another. Perhaps strong wine is easy to intoxicate, but he always felt the wind in his ears mixed with words.

'Jiang'er...'

'Jiang'er...'

'Jiang'er...'

Different voices interweave repeatedly, all calling his name, familiar faces come into mind, Zhang Zhang is as vivid as before.

Lin Wanjiang raised his eyes, with tears in his slightly drunk eyes, he seemed to see many people sitting around...

Drinking is not allowed inside the door, but Yan Guanshan was the first to make an exception, holding the wine jar and pouring it vigorously, he glanced at Wu Zhu out of the corner of his eye and suddenly smiled heartily.

Jiang Zishan brought herbal soup, and Chu Zhengyou knew what was added when he smelled it, and the two chatted happily.

Ye Haitang sat on the side, showing Sheng Jing and Liu Ruyue her freshly applied Danko, Qianqian's bare hands were as white as scallions, and they became even more gorgeous when dyed crimson.

Wei Ziqi hugged Ah Zi and was still scolding Bei Mingwen, twisting her ears mercilessly in front of everyone, but seeing Bei Mingcheng immediately stopped, pretending to be gentle.

Ah Man and Pu Ze watched silently, suddenly they looked at each other with a smile and secretly held hands under the table, their immature faces were blushing.

Nan Zhu noticed the small movements of the two of them, smiled and whispered to He Lianrou, He Lianrou put down the wine glass and looked at his younger brother with an ambiguous expression.

The brothers of the Yuan family were having a drink, Xiao Bei didn't dare to control Mu Qian but he did, he directly pulled Yuan Yijin and walked into the room.

Yuan Sijin just wanted to chase after him, but found that Xiao Bei was no longer restrained, so he had to take him away to clean up.

Xu Jinchan was already slightly drunk, and the bejeweled beauty lay drunk in Liu Ruye's arms. Elder Liu still had a cold face but did not push Xu Jinchan away, and even indulged him to continue drinking.

I also saw a young man in white, Sikong Yu didn't drink any alcohol and hugged a black cat in his arms, Xingxi sitting beside him was looking at him and smiling.

The senior brother saw everyone, but Yu Qingfeng was the only one missing, and after searching anxiously, he saw Yi Heng.

Yi Heng hid in the shadows, watching the crowd with tears in his eyes, while Qin Cang was looking at him without saying a word.

Suddenly seeing Yingbai approaching, the eyes of the senior brother lit up, and his eyes wandered with the figure.

Standing behind him, Yu Qingfeng was looking at Yan Chang'an tenderly, and suddenly stretched out his hands to rub his messy hair, shaking his head helplessly.

Slowly raising her eyes and smiling gently, she looked at him with her long finger touching her lips, signaling not to speak...

"It's better to be drunk... It's better to be drunk..."

Suddenly hearing his senior brother's raving, Duan Juechen asked in a low voice: "Do you feel unwell?"

Lin Wanjiang wasn't supposed to drink alcohol, but this dinner was called a reunion, so he had to make an exception and let his senior brother have a few drinks.

Seeing that no one answered, Duan Juechen said again: "If you feel unwell, can Ah Chen carry you back?"

Lin Wanjiang shook his head, he couldn't tell the difference between dreams and reality, and looked at the figures of the crowd with tears in his eyes.

"Everyone is back... Let's all go home..."

Hearing another raving, Duan Juechen sighed, and raised his glass to take a sip...

"Chang'an, you can't eat this!"

Wu Zhu snatched the chicken leg bone, wiped the paws of his scruffy son, and muttered, "Your father doesn't even eat this, why should I give birth to a fool?"

Seeing the chicken legs being snatched away, Yan Changan suddenly raised his eyes, and called out with a smile, "Mother..."

For some reason, there is always a voice in my ears, saying that this person is his mother, and he needs to call his mother...

Hearing this sentence, Wu Zhu froze all over, and said in a trembling voice: "Chang'an, call me again!"

Yan Chang'an was at a loss, suddenly hugged Wu Zhu and rubbed him affectionately a few times, and called out foolishly, "Aniang..."

Wu Zhu's eyes turned red, tears fell instantly, he stroked Yan Chang'an's hair lightly, but couldn't say a word.

Ten months of pregnancy was painful, the separation was painful, and after many years of tossing and turning, they reunited and finally got a mother.

As the mother and son embrace each other, Wu Zhu is full of melancholy, and the mother is worried about the son's long journey, but there is nothing she can do about it.

After a while, she smiled with tears in her eyes: "Chang'an, my child, mother will never forget you."

Even if we are separated by a world of mortals, our thoughts are constantly related to each other.

Chang'an, Chang'an, long life and peace, as mother wishes......

At dawn, the three bid farewell to Wu Zhu and wanted to leave their homeland.

Looking at the blood-stained plaque in front of the high-hanging mountain gate, Lin Wanjiang meditated on the meaning of the sky and the sea, and finally embarked on the road to find the gate of life and death.

Due to the turmoil and the reorganization of various forces, Xuanwu City disappeared without a trace, and only the approximate location is remembered.

Yan Chang'an's medicine lasts up to five years, and they need to find the ghost fog forest and enter the gate of life and death in the underworld within five years.

Mountains and rivers collapsed and cliffs collapsed, streams and lakes were blocked one after another, and it became more and more difficult to walk invisibly.

There is no noise in the workshop, the fireworks are replaced by gunpowder smoke, the vegetation is exhausted and the surrounding areas are depressed, and you can see the ruins of the walls and the bones of corpses.

The senior brother is disabled and has no power, seeing that the human race is in trouble and unable to help, Duan Juechen just said to wait.

After surviving the harsh winter, we finally ushered in the warm sun in March, and the flowers blooming everywhere symbolize rebirth.

After re-entering the room, it really smelled noisy, and the human race devoted themselves to rebuilding it. Fortunately, the heaven blessed Purgatory and finally became a paradise.

The three of them walked here, and rumors continued because of their appearance, and the senior brother laughed at themselves that they were famous.

A waste with a broken arm, a lame fool, a masked weirdo...

In midsummer, the temperature is hot, and the plague broke out again because the bones were not processed in time, so the brothers stopped, and the three set up a straw shed to give porridge and medicine.

Someone asked about his name, but the brother laughed and didn't answer. He just said that there is a Tianhai Sanqing on Tianqing Mountain, and he can go there if he wants to practice Taoism.

At the end of autumn and the beginning of winter, the plague is finally over, and Tianqing Mountain is very crowded, and a large number of human races come here admiringly, wanting to worship the Sanqing of Tianhai and practice...

It was another year of spring, and the three met a peach blossom forest by chance, the peach petals fell in the wind, and the light fragrance scattered.

Yan Chang'an was insane, and refused to leave after staying for a long time, and had to rely on Duan Juechen to convince others.

In order to appease the senior brother to collect the petals, I handed it to Duan Juechen to make a peach cake. Although the taste is not familiar, but I still miss the old man in my heart.

In midsummer, the phoenix flowers bloom, like blood staining the roads of the world, more colorful than ten miles of red makeup, and it's the brother's turn not to leave.

Duan Juechen was unwilling to convince others with reasoning, so he stayed here with his senior brother for a short time, and the foolish Yan Chang'an had no objection.

In the cold winter, I came across a remote village. In the past, there were bandits who robbed houses and houses, and in the back there were evil spirits who confused the world.

The senior brother stopped, and the three of them punished the rape, eliminated the evil and exorcised the righteous way. After listening to the formation of the soul, they exchanged a few anecdotes.

It's all because of the love and resentment of the children, and eventually the cause and effect reincarnate and fall into the abyss of the sea of ​​evil.

After hearing this kind of thing too much, the senior brother will feel the same way, remembering the past and present life and weeping alone.

But at this time, Juechen often falls asleep, and I am afraid that the more he persuades his heart, the more sad he will become. Now that he has already taken steps, why not look forward and walk towards the light together.

At the end of autumn for five years, it was Yan Chang'an's final deadline. The three of them traveled day and night, and finally found the former ghost fog forest...

The night is thick, and there is a thick fog, and the forest is deep and the bottom is endless.

The sound of needles falling silently in the ears, the dead air is stronger than in previous years.

Lin Wanjiang stopped, and took out the Qinghualian from Baichuan's pouch, and as soon as the burning pearl entered, it shone brightly.