Chapter 171 is heart-wrenching

At this moment, time seemed to be imprisoned, Qi Haoyuan looked down all the way, looking at these familiar but long-time unseen faces, his heart was trembling.

This is the feeling of things and people, in everyone's face, he sees the cruelty of the years, those eyes are more resolute than ever, they have experienced a lot, witnessed life and death, and witnessed disasters.

In the main hall, whether it was Qianyue, Brother Da Zhu, or Xiao Mingwu, they were all silent at this time, only staring at him with that gaze, but no one disturbed him.

In the crowd, Qi Haoyuan saw Su Tong, who was still very beautiful, and his pure appearance was a little more mature than back then. Her clear eyes glistened with tears, and between her brows, the cloud of sorrow that could not be dissipated proved that what had happened not long ago had made her heart palpitate to this day.

Qi Haoyuan tried his best to see everyone clearly, but how could the crowd also see the figures of Hengtong Zhenren and the Third Elder, what about them? The Shangyang Sect has become like this, where have they gone? The ominous premonition was like thunder and lightning that shocked the whole body from the depths of his mind.

For a long time, the silence in the hall was suppressed to the extreme, only a faint breathing and heartbeat, Qi Haoyuan finally broke the dull deadlock with a voice, and shouted in a crying voice, "I'm coming back late!"

With that, he fell to his knees like a sinner, and his knees and tiles let out a muffled grunt. Before seeing all this, he had realized the cruelest outcome, but he still couldn't accept it in his heart, and at this moment, he felt like a sinner, unable to share the same hatred as his own family.

"Little brother—"

"Haoyuan—"

Almost at the same time, Xiao Mingwu and Brother Da Zhu rushed over, Xiao Mingwu's face was already spent, although Brother Da Zhu tried his best to suppress it, but tears couldn't help but flow out.

"I'm sorry I'm late!"

Qi Haoyuan couldn't control it anymore, his tears broke the embankment without obeying the call, and he hugged Xiao Mingwu and Brother Dazhu tightly. A reunion after a long absence should have been a happy smile, but at this moment, joy can only be replaced by tears. Thinking back to the scene when I first saw the Shangyang faction at that time, and then comparing it with this moment, it can only make people feel heartfelt.

Some people say that men don't flick when they have tears, but the next sentence is the point, but it's not the time to be sad! When a man is really sad and crying, that kind of infectious power is irresistible to the people around him (I don't know if you have ever encountered the scene when the best friend around you cried and cried).

"It's good to come back, it's good to come back!" Brother Dazhu lowered his voice and held Qi Haoyuan's shoulder.

"Little brother, you've lost weight. Xiao Mingwu's voice was already choked.

"You've grown up. Qi Haoyuan squeezed out an ugly smile and rubbed Xiao Mingwu's head.

The atmosphere in the main hall was extremely dull, only Qian Yue's face was expressionless, he walked a few steps slowly, his white hair was scattered behind his back, his icy face was numb and ruthless, his eyes were as sharp as a sword, and he looked at Qi Haoyuan.

Brother Dazhu was very measured, patted Qi Haoyuan's shoulder, and pulled Xiao Mingwu to the side, leaving only Qi Haoyuan and Qianyue looking at each other.

Today's Qianyue gave him a completely different feeling from the past, the low-key had disappeared without a trace, replaced by a flamboyant aura all over his body, with long snow-white hair, he was like a cold-blooded demon.

Qianyue has changed, and those who are familiar with it know the Tao. Qianyue, who was low-key and silent back then, has long since died, and now Qianyue has become unrecognizable.

Qi Haoyuan wanted to ask him, what's wrong with your hair?

But compared to the current appearance of the Shangyang faction, he wanted to know what was going on with all this.

"What about my master, what about the third elder?" superfluous nonsense, there is no need to ask, all this must be related to the demon clan.

"From today onwards, we are the only ones left in the Shangyang Sect!Qi Haoyuan, are you willing to work with us to support the Shangyang Sect?" Qianyue asked, he didn't answer Qi Haoyuan's question directly, but in his words, he had already told him the truth.

The Shangyang faction is left with them, and anyone can hear the meaning of these words.

"Hehe......" Qi Haoyuan sneered, raised his head, and tried his best not to let the tears flow, but the tears were very uncompetitive at this time, although he suppressed it very hard, but his nose was extremely sour, and the tears couldn't stop flowing down at all.

He smiled and nodded, and kept retreating, "Where is Master now?"

Qianyue said calmly, "Ancestral Tomb." ”

Qi Haoyuan turned around and rushed out of the main hall, Xiao Mingwu wanted to chase after him, but was stopped by Brother Dazhu, "Let him go, let him be alone and quiet." ”

No one is not sad, but they are alive now, and they are bought by the dead in exchange for their lives, so they must be strong, they must be patient, and maybe one day they will be able to take revenge!

The overall strength of the Shangyang Sect is ranked last among the Taoist Immortal Sects, and in the face of the demon clan powerhouse, a dismal end is inevitable. Therefore, when the crisis came, Hengtong Zhenren and the Great Elder decisively dismissed all the registered disciples, and the personal disciples were also sealed into the secret place.

This is the only thing they can do, just to preserve the slightest hope of turning around.

So in that battle, how Hengtong Zhenren and the Great Elder died in battle, no one knows how to do it. When Qian Yue broke the seal talisman and escaped with the other disciples, the entire Shangyang Sect was already unrecognizable, and the powerhouses of the demon clan had left, leaving only the shattering of their cruel methods.

The blow to everyone at that moment was no lighter than the blow Qi Haoyuan received at this moment, but everyone must survive and be strong, otherwise they will be ashamed of Hengtong Zhenren!

As the sun sets, the bright red afterglow shines on the golden roof, reflecting the desolation and sentimentality.

Qi Haoyuan knelt in the ancestral tomb for seven days and seven nights, during which he cried bitterly and laughed loudly. For seven days, his mind recalled every moment with Hengtong Zhenren and the Third Elder.

Hengtong is really serious, but he is sincere, Qi Haoyuan is not a stone, how can he not know the way, even if he sometimes complains, it is just a momentary anger, he knows the good intentions of the real person.

The real person still has the grace to save his life, and he fell into the Arno River, although there is the origin chaos to protect the heart from dying, but without the real person's action, after a long time, he will definitely die.

In order to study the secrets of the chaotic body, the real people traveled long distances to visit various sects and factions, just to find the remaining clues. His image as a strict teacher is deep-rooted, but few people know about his selflessness.

The third elder, who was always like the old man next door, was always so kind and taught alchemy by hand, even if Qi Haoyuan made a mistake and caused a miasma of smoke in the alchemy room, he just smiled.

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The memories of all this are like knives, cutting my heart, and tears of pain are gushing like springs!