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The thunder and lightning wandered in the rolling dark clouds, and sometimes there was a thunderclap that shocked the sky, and the lightning was like a sword light that shook and dispersed the demons and gods between heaven and earth.

Under the rolling dark clouds, there were bursts of smoke slowly rising, blending into the thick clouds, making it impossible to distinguish which clouds were rain and which were smoke in the low sky.

Where the smoke rises, there is a ruin that has been extinguished in the torrential rain.

In the ruins there is a plaque that was burned to the point that was only half burned by the fire.

On the plaque, only the fragmented words left by the torrential rain from the sea of fire can be faintly seen.

That's the word "each".

Yes, this ruin is located in Luohe County.

This ruin is the Luo family in Luohe County.

Once the largest family in Luohe County, it is now an unsightly ruin.

In front of the ruins, a teenager knelt in the heavy rain.

The boy carried a long brocade box on his back.

A long cold spear stood beside the young man.

The boy was crying, crying, grieving, and despairing.

The boy's head slammed heavily on the cold ground, and where his forehead touched the ground, red blood soon mixed with the rain and dispersed.

The young man's name was Luo Changfeng.

Behind Luo Changfeng, there was also a young man.

This young man has exactly the same appearance and body shape as Luo Changfeng.

He didn't carry a cold gun, didn't carry a brocade box, and didn't cry.

He was wearing a Bodhi College Chuanzimen student uniform, standing in the pouring rain.

I don't know if it's because of the peculiar uniforms of this academy, or because of something else, but the young man stood in the heavy rain, but there was a mysterious light around him, which cut off all the rain and cold, just like the spiritual light of the body protector practiced by the cultivator.

This teenager is also called Changfeng.

His name was given to him by his teacher when he entered the Sichuan Gate.

The surname is Baili, and his name is Changfeng.

Changfeng looked at the young man kneeling in front of him, looked at his former self, and watched this old home become a ruin.

Ruins flew strangely before his eyes.

Fly up and start regrouping.

Time seems to be going backwards in front of you, the half of the plaque has become brand new, with the wooden pillars, bricks and tiles, and fallen leaves in the reverse flow of time to build and reorganize, the plaque that reads the Luo family finally hung in front of the door of the Luo family's Luo Mansion.

Changfeng saw the old residence and heard laughter.

A smile finally appeared in the corner of his eye.

But he didn't laugh.

The smile is like a flower, and it is only half blooming.

His smile began to freeze, and his expression began to turn cold.

He saw an army coming to the door of Luo's house.

He recognized the general at the head of that army.

The general's name was Qin Yi.

Compared with this name, the world prefers to call this general the god of the White Mansion.

The god of the White Mansion was wearing armor and holding a weapon in his hand, ignoring the obstruction of the servants of the Luo family, and trespassed without permission.

The army began to deploy troops around the entire Luo family's mansion.

They drove away the crowd of onlookers in Luohe County, with no kindness at all.

Luo Changfeng didn't see what was happening in the mansion, and by the time he realized it, a fire dragon had already emerged from the Luo family's Luo Mansion from the mansion.

It wasn't a real fire dragon, it was a pillar of fire that filled the sky.

The White Mansion God General walked out of Luo's house with blood on his face.

He didn't say anything, he didn't do anything, he just put his hands behind his back to the plaque.

So the adjutant killed the slave guarding the door of the Luo family, and blood splattered on the plaque.

So the army that surrounded the Luo family took advantage of the fire to swarm in.

So there were screams in the courtyard of the Luo family's house, and a lot of blood was splashed.

The fire grew louder and louder, the screams became less and less, and the smell of blood became stronger and stronger.

The gate of the Luo family collapsed in the flames.

The White Mansion Divine General rode on his war horse.

The army regrouped and marched in order, and not a single person looked back to see the massacre.

The cold rain dripped down his cheeks, and Luo Changfeng raised his head and looked at Yunhua.

It wasn't sunset in the sky, but the stars were falling.

Two are suave and elegant, and one is cold-faced.

Loved ones collapsed by the campfire and overturned the long brocade box.

Luo Changfeng hugged him as he was dying, his voice hoarse in choking......

Luo Changfeng opened his eyes and subconsciously covered his heart with his palm. All the blooming lotus flowers around him began to disappear inch by inch, and disappearing did not mean loss, but turned into a lotus pattern in front of his forehead, condensing bit by bit.

After returning from the Peach Blossom Forest, he locked himself in the house.

He couldn't accept the rumors that were rampant, and he didn't want to see the old story of three years ago revisited.

He thought about it for a long time, locked himself up for a long time, and he figured out a definite fact.

He didn't care whose father's fate was in whose hands, whether it was Yan Bailou or Tiandong Eight Hundred Sects, he should bear the price for the Luo family's annihilation.

This is the result of his cultivation of the Heart Character Lotus Life Formula.

His heart is hatred and hatred, this lotus world of the heart and words took him back to the past, and saw the scene when the Luo family was destroyed and his father died, and the scenes in this lotus world have since become a shadow in his heart.

The shadow cast the hatred in his heart into coldness.

The heart became cold, and the blood naturally stopped being hot.

He didn't know which path the Heart Word Lotus World would eventually lead him to, he only knew that since he had chosen so, then whether it was good or demonic, he would accept his fate.

Luo Changfeng opened the door and walked out of the small courtyard.

He saw the teacher standing alone on the glacier, and his back was not as strong as he saw in the first assessment of Chuanzimen, and it looked a little vicissitudes.

He once asked his senior brother that he knew that his teacher was seriously injured, and that he was seriously injured, and that he would probably die in the near future.

He was a little sentimental.

"After a whole night, you finally cultivated the Heart Word Lotus World. The Wuxiang Dao Sect did not turn around, but he also knew that Luo Changfeng had come behind him quietly, and he sighed deeply and said.

Luo Changfeng lowered his head and didn't speak, he didn't know what to say at this moment.

"Hatred may sometimes be an inspiration and a reminder, but more often than not, it is a mental barrier. In particular, although it can give you certain unique abilities to see through people's hearts, it is also an invisible spiritual shackle for cultivators. It can free the mind or imprison the mind. It can be liberating, but it can also create a lingering shadow. It is righteous and equally evil. ”

"There is no distinction between Dao methods in this world, the key is to depend on the cultivator's own ......," the Wuxiang Dao Sect seemed to implicitly sigh and said.

Luo Changfeng's heart was cold.

He looked at the back of the Phaseless Dao Sect, and his heartbeat unconsciously began to speed up.

He had a feeling, this feeling was terrifying, terrifying, he felt that the teacher seemed to see something in him.

Thinking of some vague possibility, Luo Changfeng was already soaked in cold sweat behind his back.

Could it be that the teacher has already seen through his own heart?

He forcibly bowed to the shock in his heart and said, "Students remember the teacher's teachings. ”

"I hope you can really remember it. At the age of being a teacher, looking at the rivers and glaciers, I can only sigh at the deceased. But you are different, you must know that the dead are gone, and the living are like this......"

(Merry Christmas to all of you today.) This concludes the second volume, and the next chapter will open a new volume. ）