Nanyang Street is full of snow and dust.

The long river of time that had been stagnant in Guangling City flowed again, and the spirit of Dongluo returned to its place, and he hurriedly got up and looked around, but he didn't see the life-saving benefactor of the girl Xia Suo.

The young man retracted his gaze with some regret, as for who came to the rescue at the last moment of life and death, he did not have a specific guess in his heart.

But since that person doesn't want to show up, then he should be a gangster who doesn't have a smooth way, just keep it in mind. In the end, the affairs of the rivers and lakes will come full circle and return to a starting point. This kind of thing can be called fate, or it can become fate. He believed in it.

The young man looked down and saw that above his heart, there was a red lotus that was withering silently. The wound on the heart that was pierced by the Seven Treasures Tree has almost healed. It's just that the inside is like a mess of internal organs, and it can still hurt and make people tremble.

The trauma brought by an innate spirit treasure, even if it is far from a blow, coupled with the blocking of the god-killing armor, can pass through the heart, and the sequelae are still unimaginable.

The young man looked around, and Nanyang Street was like a criss-crossing wound on his body, densely packed with cracks. And the snow that fell from the sky was pitch black.

The people of the Yao family are there, Yao Baoshu's face is pale, he is holding his chest with one hand, his body is trembling slightly, and he has seen the Mr. Shu in Wangjiang Tower in the winter sunset.

An old scholar who doesn't like the battlefield affairs of Jin Ge Iron Horse, nor the affairs of the children under the moon, nor the affairs of the emperor's family who is intrigued, only likes the high fairy things.

It's just that from the current position, Dongluo can more or less see that the old man is from the Yao family, and his status is not low, but it should have appeared after he fell into a coma.

Nanyang Street was peaceful, and the people who had just woken up from the long river of time, before they could figure out the current situation, saw that the young man who should be dead at this time in their eyes could no longer die, and he was alive again at this time.

The young man walked slowly, first came to Zhang Zangzhen, who was closest to him, and helped Zhang Zangzhen, who was seriously injured but still conscious, to hand over to the servants who were watching in his house.

Zhang Zangzhen said with a somewhat bitter face: "For a few broken words, is it worth it?"

"Before you do something, you don't know if it's worth it. The boy grinned, "Is it worth it?" But it's worth it or not, and it's not worth it, and then asking if it's worth it doesn't mean much. ”

Zhang Zangzhen coughed lightly, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, "Then you can always ask and don't regret it!"

Dongluo smiled slightly, "If you don't go along with the Yao family, do you regret it?"

Zhang Zang really laughed, he is really a member of my generation.

The young man smiled, pointed to his heart, and said, "Ask your heart...... Ask yourself...... Don't let it. ”

Zhang Zangzhen smiled even faster, a good one asked himself, a good one to be a good one. As long as it is what you think is right, then do it, and it doesn't matter if the final result is good or bad, you can only know if you do it. Everything can be done

Does it matter if it's good or bad?

He Zhang Zangzhen thinks that it is right not to do the Yao family's great offering, then he will not do it, even if he will die on the spot in the end. If you don't do it, you don't do it.

Dongluo thinks that Zhang Zang's real thing is what he should do, what he wants to do, then he will do it, even if he dies, he will not hesitate.

Zhang Zangzhen laughed, he was a fellow practitioner.

The boy walked slowly.

During the whole process, there was surprisingly no one in the Yao family to speak, so even the onlookers with Nanyang Street did not dare to say a word. I'm afraid that if I say something wrong, I will end up with my head falling to the ground. Everyone was silently looking at the boy who was supposed to die.

The young man endured the severe pain from his internal organs, and his face did not change. It was as if no matter how much pain in his body was, the pain could not touch his soul.

The young man walked to Xue Nianci's side, and in the eyes of everyone, he first took out a two-compartment bamboo box from the mustard seeds, put a black cat and a black ball that had been unconscious for a long time in a compartment, and carried them on his shoulder.

Then he turned around and squatted down and picked up a pale and withered young man, who looked like a seriously overdrawn young man. Finally, in the eyes of Yao's house and the onlookers on the third floor and the outer three floors of Nanyang Street, he slowly got up.

The young man glanced over his head at a purple gold sword stuck diagonally in the rubble of the street, then walked over and pulled it out and took it away.

From beginning to end, the young man didn't look at everyone in the Yao family again.

The wind and snow in the sky are even worse.

A teenager carried a teenager on his back and gradually drifted away in the wind and snow.

The onlookers gave way to the road outside Guangling City in turn.

Yao Baoshu looked at the gradually blurred figure in the wind and snow, and said unwillingly: "Ninth Elder......"

The Yao family scholar shook his head, "Don't kill yourself. ”

Yao Baoshu looked at Nanyang Street, which was seriously damaged, thinking about the two innate spirit treasures that were gone for no reason, and said with some annoyance: "I can't even beat a sword in her hand, it's because my skills are not as good as others, there's nothing to be ashamed of, I admit it." But then the Yao family's two Zhen clan treasures were taken away by him, didn't those people in the ancestral land have anything to think about?"

The Yao family scholar said in a deep voice: "Zhang Zang is really right, sooner or later you will die on a sharp character." What about your usual vision! Is it because the Yao family can't afford to lose two innate spirit treasures, or can two innate spirit treasures cover your eyes? Do you think those few existences in the ancestral land will not know what happened today? I advise you not to be smart, they have already understood a lot of problems before they have come forward. ”

"Let's not know if they can beat the woman in white when they come, just the matter in the ancestral land, now Bai Yao is crossing the divine tribulation in the ancestral land, and the major elders are protecting the Dharma for him, who has the time to take care of this here. Besides, even if they want to take care of it, with the ancestor here, who dares to take care of it. ”

Yao Baoshu covered his ears and sighed: "Aren't I angry! The Qibao Miaoshu is gone, and the Zixiao Sword is gone, isn't the Yao family losing a lot?"

Innate spiritual creatures are born and grow, and the conditions are so harsh that only a few places can be satisfied, but no

It is that in every place of beauty, there are innate spiritual creatures born.

The number of innate spiritual objects directly determines the strength of a force, even if it is the Yao family, there are only five pieces, but this time it will be two out of five, who is not distressed by it.

The scholar of the Yao family patted Yao Baoshu on the shoulder and sighed: "It's not a loss, at least you're still alive now, aren't you?" at least wake up that person, so that you won't be blindfolded by a little fly." For my Yao family, it may be a bit of a loss, but for you, it is definitely a big profit. So you take advantage of it, and you lose it to Yao's family, and you almost get it. This time, Zudi shouldn't bother with you, and you shouldn't act in front of me. ”

"Do you know why the Ancestor doesn't want to look at you squarely? I can tell you very clearly now that it is not that he looks down on you, but that you see a family and a county in your eyes that he is too lazy to waste time on you. The world in the eyes of the ancestors is the real world, if your eyes are still on one family and one county, so you can't keep up with the pace of the ancestors, then you will be abandoned by the ancestors sooner or later. ”

Yao Baoshu was frightened, and hurriedly saluted Yao Qingshan, a scholar of the Yao family who was obviously on the mountain, but his heart was in the red dust.

Yao Baoshu asked again: "What should I do with that Zhang Zangzhen?"

Yao Qingshan said with a playful smile: "He is Qi Nan's junior brother, you can do it yourself as you want to deal with it!"

After that, Yao Qingshan's figure disappeared from Nanyang Street, and when he reappeared, he was already in Wangjiang Tower.

Yao Qingshan carried a pot of the most expensive Daqu wine in Wangjiang Tower, slowly came to the top floor of Wangjiang Tower, found a window position to sit down, and then raised the wine glass in his hand to the empty seat in front of him, and saluted three cups.

Just today, during the day, there was a personable beautiful young man sitting in that position, asking for three cups of Daqu wine, leaning on the inclined railing, looking at the river on the Wangjiang Tower, and looking at it for most of the day.

People who tell stories always have a story that they don't want to tell.

Yao Qingshan raised the wine glass in his hand and smiled, raised his head and drank the wine in the cup.

Yao Baoshu on Nanyang Street slapped his palm on his forehead, "Sister Shenjian, why don't you kill me, and leave me here to suffer." ”

A sheathed white sword silently appeared in front of him.

Yao Baoshu hurriedly raised his hands and said, "Just kidding, just kidding, don't take Sister Excalibur seriously." ”

The white sword vanished silently.

Yao Baoshu sighed lightly, and his figure disappeared from Nanyang Street.

He Bi Jing is still the head of the Yao family, and there are still many things to deal with, such as the next Yao family will definitely have a huge change, maybe a lot of people will die, maybe not. For example, what kind of price does the Yao family have to pay for tonight's incident, what compensation will it be, and how will it be sent? These are all things that he has to deal with.

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There were four people standing in the sky above Guangling City, and the four of them were silently looking at the figure that was incompatible with the brightly lit Guangling City, a figure silently in the ice and snow.

Tonight's Guangling City has nothing to do with them, and Guangling City lights up tonight

None of the lights of the thousands of homes are reserved for them, and on this night when everyone is about to fall asleep, they are the only ones who are walking alone.

The woman in white above the clouds didn't know what she remembered, and suddenly burst into tears.

A middle-aged man beside him just wanted to say a few words of comfort, but he was slapped by his sword and flew to the sky.

The other two middle-aged people seemed to be familiar with this, and although the expressions on their faces did not change, their hearts were already happy.

Li Muqiang couldn't help but smile and said: "Li Duchun, I don't know what your husband thinks, how to specialize in disciples, it is estimated that your senior brother will still be hiding in Taohuawu to sulk!"

Li Duchun also forced a smile and said, "If I knew what Mr. thinks, wouldn't I be Mr."

A middle-aged man flew back in the sky, smiled awkwardly at Li Mu and Li Duchun, and then persuaded the woman in white with kind words: "Madam, I know you feel sorry for him, but we can only go with the flow and push the boat with the flow, we have already broken the rules this time." ”

The woman in white slapped the middle-aged man away with another sword, "I don't care about any rules and regulations, you go back and ask Yi Tianji to wash his neck and wait, I want to see if it is a turtle shell or my sword is hard." ”

Li Mu hurriedly persuaded: "Sister-in-law, dissipate her anger, although this matter has something to do with the national teacher, it has little to do with it." ”

Li Duchun also hurriedly said: "This matter really has nothing to do with him, there is actually someone else behind this matter." ”

The woman in white held a black sword in one hand and a white sword in the other, and said in a cold voice: "Who?"

Li Mu hurriedly took a step back, pointed at Li Duchun and said, "Mr. He." ”

Li Duchun was obviously also a little vain with the white-clothed woman holding the double swords, and hurriedly defended: "The teacher only slightly touched one of his mortal lines called fate, and we cultivators called fate!"

The woman in white immediately put away her swords, and said with some restraint: "It turned out that Mr. arranged it! ”

This attitude? This tone?

Li Duchun and Li Mu looked at each other.

Zhang Tuling, who was far away in the sky, suddenly paused, and he was surprised, why are parents in this world, no matter how high or low their cultivation level or wealth is, when facing Mr. Child, how can they be restrained as if they have changed people.

When I was in Yunzhong County before, in the face of Zhang Baigui, a weak gentleman who couldn't even lift chickens, I didn't even dare to take a breath.

Now my own family, a Taoist who is now eager to wash Guangling City in blood, is even more restrained when he hears the word sir.

Li Duchun secretly breathed a sigh of relief, not only for Mr., but also for Senior Brother, and also for himself.

No wonder the senior brother would rather hide in his own peach blossom dock and sulk than come to this Guangling City, this Guangling City is too exciting.

Li Mu and Li Duchun glanced at Zhang Turing sympathetically, and left without even saying hello.

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New snow covers old snow, and new marks replace old marks.

A teenager walks in the vast snow with a teenager on his back, lonely and depressed. Behind him is Guangling City, which has nothing to do with him, and in front of him is also the ice and snow sky that has nothing to do with him.

The young man took one step at a time, slowly moving forward until the east was white and the world was clear.

The boy looked up, and quickly lowered his head again.

It's dawn.

(End of this chapter) I want to talk about "Extinction" with more like-minded people, and pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find confidants~