overthrow

The Wang Clan of Wuzhou collapsed under the all-out crusade of the Xiao Clan and the attacks of righteous people from all walks of life.Wang Xuanming was killed, the patriarch of the Wang family fell, Wang Luoran's cultivation base was abolished, and Han Moyue, who was also a cripple, disappeared.The rest of the Wang clan either died in battle or were captured.Xiao Che was not a violent and bloodthirsty person, he only killed the chief culprit, even Wang Luoran was spared, everyone in the world praised Xiao Shi as a man.In just three years, the Wuzhou Wang family, known as a thousand-year-old family, fell to pieces and lost its glory.The remaining members of the Wang clan migrated to and fro for self-protection.

But the people sleeping far away in the small cave in Lingzhou don't know anything about it...

After an unknown amount of time, Xiao Yiqing, who had slept in the darkness for an unknown amount of time, opened his eyes and saw a glimmer of light in a daze.

Looking at a patch of trees that suddenly appeared, is it raining?Suddenly, a voice came from far away.

"A cripple, yet so overreaching!"

"Okay, let's go! I have to go back and prepare for Miss's marriage ceremony!"

"Okay, let's go!"

Following the sound, Xiao Yiqing came to an open space, following the winding blood on the ground, a person appeared in his eyes.This person was seriously injured, with only a trace of breath left, his temples were slightly frosted, and the expression in his beautiful peach blossom eyes was gradually darkening, lying on the muddy ground.

Xiao Yiqing was shocked, this, this is clearly what happened when he died in his previous life!

Just as he was wondering, a figure came through the air.

The man's face seemed to be covered by clouds and mist, Xiao Yiqing couldn't see his face clearly when he stood aside, but he couldn't ignore his bright black eyes.What a pair of beautiful falling star eyes!

I saw him landed next to the person lying in the mud, squatting down to check his injuries, and just about to open his mouth to say something, the self in his previous life lost his temper.

Xiao Yiqing smiled wryly, the previous life ended like this.

Suddenly the man got up and made a tactic, took out a jade bottle and recruited Xiao Yiqing's spirit that had not dissipated into it.

Xiao Yiqing was a little surprised, who is this person?

But at this time, the man had finished collecting his soul, and regardless of the mud, he leaned over to pick up his previous self and left through the air.

Suddenly the screen changed, and a formation was painted on the ground in the dimly lit hall, Xiao Yiqing was shocked, it was clearly the resurrection formation in the dark scroll of "Shangqing"!

Suddenly a voice seemed to come from afar, "Have you thought about it?"

"Yes, Master. The apprentice has made up his mind!"

It's the man in the green shirt!

"For that Xiao Yiqing, you sacrificed half of your soul to this resurrection array, is it worth it?"

"For him, it's worth it." The man in blue said lightly.

"Ok."

After that distant voice finished speaking, it never appeared again.

The man in green shirt slowly took out a sapphire bottle from his bosom, it was the one that contained Xiao Yiqing's soul!

"Yiqing, don't be afraid." The man in blue shirt said, he opened the bottle and put it into the formation. Xiao Yiqing's soul floated out, but he seemed to be unconscious with his eyes closed, but the spirit body was more concentrated than before. It's a lot.

Afterwards, the man in green shirt endured severe pain and tore his soul apart, took out half of it and threw it into the formation, the formation lines were bright, Xiao Yiqing covered his eyes with his sleeves.

When Xiao Yiqing opened his eyes again, he saw that he was in Qingle Mountain, and this place was - Zhaoshuixuan.

"Woo woo woo..." A child's cry came from the hall.

"Yiqing, don't cry, your mother just went to a far away place." A young boy's voice sounded.

Xiao Yiqing walked to the side window of Xuanzhong, and saw a seven or eight year old child with eyes in his eyes being held in the arms of a thirteen or fourteen year old boy and softly comforted.

Looking at the child's facial features, it was his appearance when he was young. Hearing the words just now, it seemed that he was seven years old when his mother had just died, but Xiao Yiqing didn't remember that he had passed this incident in Zhaoshuixuan, that soft voice Who is the young man in green shirt who comforts his young self?

"Will the mother come back?"

"Maybe not, that place is too far away."

"Then my birthday mother won't come back either?"

"Although she can't come back, she will give you a birthday present. Just to let you know that she has been thinking about you."

"Okay, then I will ask my mother to give me a lot of these beads!" The little hand took out a colorful ice bead from the bag that he carried.

"Your mother will definitely!"

After that, the two walked away holding hands.

Xiao Yiqing frowned, when did this happen?Why don't you have an image of yourself?When I was seven years old, my mother died, and because I secretly went to my mother's yard, saying that I would wait for my mother to come back, I caught a cold and became seriously ill, and burned for seven days and seven nights—burned for seven days and seven nights!Could it be that he forgot about it because of his fever?

Looking up again, I saw that I was standing by a lotus pond in Qingle Mountain again.

I was wondering, but I saw a small white figure running over with a young man in a green shirt, and kept saying, "Little brother, hurry up, I will take you to see the beautiful lotus."

Xiao Yiqing looked intently, but saw that it was his young self and the young man in green shirt in the Zhaoshui Pavilion again.

"Do you think it's beautiful? The lotus in this lotus pond is the most beautiful in Qingle Mountain!" The young Xiao Yiqing smiled brilliantly.

As if infected by this smile, the corners of the young man's lips curled up slightly.

After that, the soft and waxy voice spoke for nearly two hours, occasionally mixed with a few low voices of responses. Xiao Yiqing spoke for nearly two hours, and the boy listened for nearly two hours.

When Lin Xiao came over, the little guy was so sleepy that he rubbed his eyes. He took his hand, "Brother, I have to go back. Can you still play with me tomorrow?"

Seeing the boy nodding, the young Xiao Yichen opened his eyes happily, "Then I'll wait for you here tomorrow!" After speaking, he jumped on Lin Xiao's bent back, "Lin Xiao, let's go" and turned back to wave to the boy, "Or That hour!"

For five days in a row, the soft voices of chirping children and the low echoing voices would be heard by the lotus pond in the afternoon. A boy in green and a boy in white, for some reason, chatted here for five days, although they were all little guys. He was talking, but Bai Qingchen's eyes never left the people around him.

The two met and talked for five days, Xiao Yiqing just stood here and listened for five days.

On the sixth day, the two still met by the lotus pond.

"I have to go back to Bai's house with my father," said the young man. This seems to be the longest sentence he has said in the past few days, with a touch of reluctance in his words, "I will leave early tomorrow morning."

"Then I'll see you off tomorrow." Blinking his eyes, the young Xiao Yiqing who was sitting next to the boy felt a little lost, "Little brother, will you come back after you go home? Will you forget me?"

"No." Bai Qingchen touched the top of his soft hair, then tied the loose hairband on his head tightly, and said with a smile, "I will never forget you."

"Little brother, what's your name?" Xiao Yiqing looked at his young self tilting his head and asked with a smile, he couldn't help laughing, and heard himself say again, "We've been playing together for so many days, and I still don't know your name! "

"Bai Qingchen" seemed to be infected by his smile, and the corners of the boy's mouth unconsciously curled up slightly.

"Bai Qingchen?" Xiao Yiqing who was on the side felt pain in his heart, and murmured softly while covering his chest.

"You look so pretty when you smile!" While talking, the two walked to the edge of the lotus pond, the little child took the boy's other hand up again, and faced him, smiling with beautiful peach blossom eyes, "You Your eyes are so beautiful, you should smile more." Sudden frowned again, "But you smile so beautifully, I don't want others to see it."

The boy named Bai Qingchen was a little at a loss, as if he had encountered such a situation for the first time.