The long and narrow wings cut through the clouds, a thin vortex on the surface, and the morning sun rose on the horizon with a slight curve.

Feeling the light of the rising sun, the Early Yang Qi Technique in Sun Xiang's body operated on its own, trying to absorb the weak spiritual power into his body.

However, this is doomed to be useless.

This is an era of the end of the Dharma when the aura is cut off, and the light of the rising sun is tangible but not substantial, and there is no aura in it.

Sun Xiang squinted his eyes, reversed his mental method, and stopped his overly active qi induction technique. A long, long time ago, when the heavens and the earth were full of spiritual power and the Xuanmen was prosperous, this primary exercise belonged to the standard for low-level disciples. Every morning, you can see the grand scene of tens of thousands of disciples breathing and absorbing the gifts of heaven and earth.

It's a pity that such a good time will never happen again, this is an era of science and technology.

Since thousands of years ago, the aura of heaven and earth has gradually dried up, and the cultivators have long since left and become part of myths and legends.

In addition to Sun Xiang, he is a very unique existence. He didn't know why he stayed on the earth, and for some reason, the spiritual power in his body did not dissipate with the dissipation of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. And because of the Immortal Taixuan Sutra, a breath of spiritual energy is endless, stretching for hundreds of years.

However, Sun Xiang could not use his spiritual power outside of himself. Whenever he wanted to use the magic powers of Waidan, talismans, and formations, the spiritual power that left his body would immediately dissipate.

Like a drop of water dripping into the desert, there is no shadow, probably related to the environment of heaven and earth where spiritual power is cut off.

Sun Xiang also faced a more serious problem than the inability to release spiritual power: among the three souls and seven spirits, there were only two souls in his body, and the heavenly soul fetus did not know where to go.

The heavenly soul fetal light is the main soul of the cultivator, and the so-called cultivation is the fetal light. The memory of this fetal light is not only the memory of this life, but also the memory of previous lives.

Because of the lack of the Heavenly Soul, Sun Xiang not only failed to cultivate for hundreds of years, but also had a chaotic memory. He remembered many things about his cultivation and remembered some details in the sect, but his memory of himself, except for his name, was completely blank. He couldn't even tell whether the images in his mind belonged to him or someone else.

Whether it is to continue his cultivation or to find out his true identity, Sun Xiang must retrieve his heavenly soul.

But this is easier said than done, in this world where science is in power, it seems that material abundance is extremely abundant, and money can buy everything. But for cultivators, the current Blue Star is nothing more than a ruin, a ruin of spiritual power. Even if he offered a reward of tens of billions of dollars, no one would know where his fetal light was.

No one will even know what the Heavenly Soul Fetus Light is.

However, Sun Xiang himself has a clue, he probably knows who took his fetal light.

This clue is a dream, a dream about a picture scroll. Sun Xiang looked at the porthole of the plane, and there was a vast sea of white clouds outside. Such a monotonous and pure white is so similar to the dream that has been repeated.

In that dream

The cold wind is like a knife, and all living beings are fish and meat.

Thousands of miles of snow, melting the world for silver.

In the cold and frozen north, there are no birds and beasts, only the great river of ice floe flows forever, and there is a crackling sound in the air, which is the sound of ice floe colliding and breaking.

By the river, two dead trees, a stone case.

An old man with white hair paints under the dead trees hanging from the ice and snow in the face of this ice and snow world.

He didn't seem to feel the cold, and the snowflakes that fell on the scroll could not make the tip of the pen linger for a moment.

Sun Xiang, who had been serving nearby, quietly stood on tiptoe to see what the master was painting, and he painted here for three days and three nights.

"Lingxu, don't look at it, the time has not yet come. ”

The old man spoke, but did not look up.

Sun Xiang lowered his eyes and took half a step back obediently.

Another few days passed, and the old man still did not stop writing.

But at this time, the brushstrokes seem to weigh more than a thousand catties. Every stroke cost him a lot of effort. The old man's description is withered, his eye sockets are deep, and he no longer looks like a fairy wind bone. It seems that his soul has flowed into the scroll along the tip of the pen.

Sun Xiang accompanied the master and had been standing here for seven days and seven nights. As a monk in the middle of a heartbeat, such an extreme low temperature could not pose much of a threat to him. But at this time, for some reason, his blood was almost frozen.

"Master...... In vain...... It's cold..."

Sun Xiang finally couldn't hold on anymore and threw himself into the snow. A pale yellow golden light flew out of his forehead.

The old man did not look up, he beckoned, and the golden light that flew out of Sun Xiang's forehead fell into his hand, flowed into the tip of his pen, and finally painted the entire scroll.

"Lingxu, it's coming, it's going to be soon......"

Sun Xiang felt the coldness in his heart, which was even more poignant than this icy and snowy world.

Snatching people's souls is a more vicious act than directly killing people. Because people die, they can still be reincarnated, and if the heavenly soul is destroyed, there will be no recovery.

Master, why are you doing this......

Master......

Sun Xiang opened his eyes from a half-dream and saw the little girl sitting next to him, covering him with a blanket.

"Uncle, I saw that you kept shouting cold, so I gave you my blanket. ”

Seeing Sun Xiang open her eyes and stare at her, the little girl explained timidly.

This was supposed to be a very cute little girl, about seven or eight years old. But because of excessive emaciation, the cheekbones of the small face are high, the eyes appear large, and the complexion is a little pale.

Just now, the little girl saw Sun Xiang next to her sitting in her sleep and kept shouting cold, she was worried that she wouldn't catch a cold, so she kindly divided her blanket.

It's really a very sensible and kind child.

"Thank you, it's a very warm blanket, now I don't feel cold anymore. ”

In this world, there is never a shortage of mischievous bear children, but there are some children who are so sensible that it hurts people's hearts. Sun Xiang noticed that the little girl in front of him was wearing a white woolen hat on her head, carefully covering her entire head. It's not for the sake of looking good, it's that she doesn't have hair on her head.

Judging from her face and emaciated body, the little girl is probably very sick.

Fate is like this, illness does not not find anyone because of who is sensible and kind and young.

Sun Xiang's gaze crossed over to the little girl and saw a man in the seat next to him looking at them with a smile, his smile slightly bitter sadness.

It seems to be the father of the child.

"Hello. ”

"Hello. ”

"The child is so cute, what's his name?"

"Uncle, my name is Xu Yishan. The little girl hastened to answer.

"What a nice name. ”

Sun Xiang hesitated, stretched out his hand and touched the little girl's head.

He prefers children, but in Europe, this action would be considered harassment, and he has caused a few times of minor trouble for this before, which is really a beep.

It's still a compatriot whoa~

At this time, the plane had already flown over the vast desert, the clouds outside the porthole dissipated, and the green belonging to the Central Plains region could be gradually seen, and it would take a while to fly to the destination Binhai City, Sun Xiang naturally talked with the child's father.

This father's name is Xu Yongzhi, and he is elegant and easy-going. At the age of less than forty, he is already a professor of particle physics at Binhai University, and he can be described as a real scientific research elite.

It's a pity that he has smooth sailing in his career, but there are many ups and downs in his family. First the divorce, and then the young daughter suffered from a serious illness.

Although the little girl Xu Yishan is young, she is already in the advanced stage of malignant lymphoma, and after several rounds of chemotherapy, her hair has already fallen out. This time, Xu Yongzhi ignored the doctor's dissuasion and took his daughter to Europe for a short time, also to meet the child's long-standing wish.

She had always wanted to see the snow in the Alps with her own eyes, not on the TV in the hospital.

Xu Yongzhi, this is to fulfill the child's last wish.

Of course, Xu Yongzhi did not mention Xu Yishan's serious illness, and Sun Xiang did not break it.

Perhaps some people like to put their misfortunes on the Internet and hype them up to earn the tears of strangers. But for Xu Yongzhi, for most Chinese people, most of them choose to move forward with a heavy load in the face of misfortune, and only at night when no one is around, they will silently swallow bitter tears.

Bearing humiliation is a quality engraved in the soul of this nation.

Xu Yongzhi diverted the topic and complimented: "I didn't expect Mr. Sun to be so young, he actually coached in Dresden, and he is really a young talent!"

"I don't dare to be, history is only a marginal subject in Dresden, and I am just a professor. ”

"At Binhai University, the Department of History is not a marginal discipline, Professor Sun can come to investigate, and Xu will be warmly received. ”

"Professor Xu is polite, I must go, I must go!"

It turned out that during the conversation, Sun Xiang claimed that he was not a domestic tourist, but a long-term Chinese who lived abroad and was a professor of history at the University of Dresden. Now seeing that China is thriving, I have moved the idea of returning to China for development. When I returned to China this time, I wanted to visit everywhere and find a good place to go.

This is not Sun Xiang fooling Xu Yongzhi, the professor of history in Dresden is his real identity, or one of his real identities. This time I returned to China, and it was this identity that I used.

He came back to visit relatives, not to do things, so everything was low-key. If he needs to make a big fanfare, he can take his own private plane and fly to the imperial capital in front of him. Instead of cramming into the economy class of civil aviation.

Xu Yishan's little girl's illness, Sun Xiang was helpless. If he had a way, he wouldn't be able to save his daughter Sun Yulan. As mentioned earlier, his power is limited to himself, and it will dissipate immediately when he leaves his body.

Cancer, even for cultivators, is quite troublesome.

Modern medicine believes that cancer is a disease, but targeted drugs have not yet been developed, so it is difficult to cure.

However, cancer is not actually a disease.

Cancer is a curse, a curse that comes from the change of human karma.

Medicine can cure cancer in a small percentage of people, and that's because they could have been cured in the first place. For most people, however, the cure is not effective at all, but rather worse.

The method of solving the spell is not without Sun Xiang, but it requires the cooperation of the Wai Dan technique. He had tried many times, but because his spiritual power could not leave his body, he failed.

The little girl was terminally ill, and her days were numbered, Sun Xiang opened her eyes a little, and saw the soul fire in her chest, beating faintly. And for a child of this age, the soul fire should be bright and active.

Alas...... Poor child.

Sun Xiang sighed, rubbed Xu Yishan's little head again, and looked at her little face. When Yulan was a child, she was so sensible and cute.

"Uncle has a gift for you, wait a minute. ”

Sun Xiang took out the tourist leaflet in front of his seat and folded it. In the skillful hands of the cultivators, after a while, a paper kite with an extremely complex structure was folded.

Xu Yishan touched the head of the paper kite with her hand, and the wings of the paper kite fluttered and flapped, and the little girl's eyes widened in surprise.

Even Xu Yongzhi was aroused, he had an occupational illness and tried to analyze the structure of the paper kite from a mechanical point of view, but the more he looked at it, the more dizzy he became, and he simply didn't know what to do.

It's no wonder that he can't understand it, this is actually a trick in the mechanical arts, and it doesn't need the support of spiritual power. During the Three Kingdoms, Zhuge Liang used it to make wooden oxen and flowing horses to transport grain and grass. And Sun Xiang used it to tease little Lori.

Judge from above!