In the dark alleys, there are houses with open doors, but the brightly lit houses are empty. Murong Ye was shocked when he returned home, and hurriedly put down the hare in his hand, and then he looked around in a hurry, and his gaze suddenly stayed on the floor in front of him. A red sachet embroidered with phoenix patterns landed there, and there was a faint musky scent in it. Murong Ye picked it up quietly, thinking in his heart. Then he began to chant the spell, and the sachet immediately turned into a streamer of light and rushed out of the house, following the breath of the old master.

On Cangxia Mountain, two miles away from Yuyan Temple, there was a woman with scattered temples sitting on the ground and crying bitterly. I saw that she was wearing a light narrow-sleeved silk shirt, the nails of her hands were covered with mud and sand, and tears were flowing down her face that was no longer young. Murong Ye immediately smiled with relief, and asked her gently, "What are you looking for here?"

"Shao'er was caught by those bad guys, and I couldn't find him everywhere. His mother, Yuwen Xinluo, turned her face slightly sideways, looked at the other party suspiciously, and asked him, "Who are you?"

"I am your eldest son, Murong Ye. He stepped forward and grabbed her right wrist and replied, "Mother, stop digging." Brother Shao has been dead for many years, and he is not buried here. ”

After hearing this, Yuwen Xinluo immediately slapped Murong Ye and yelled at him in a hoarse voice: "Nonsense, I only have Murong Shao's son." You have a thousand swords, you have bad intentions, why do you have to lie to me like this! That boy is only seven years old, and you damned brutes will bury him here. Her lips twitched slightly, and her eyes were filled with flames of anger and hatred. Murong Ye, on the other hand, looked at his hysterical mother, embarrassed in his heart.

"In that case, I'll stay with you and dig with you. Murong Ye picked up a dead branch from his side and began to dig hard at the slightly moist soil. After seeing this, Yuwen Xinluo immediately smiled, and worked hard not to be outdone. A moment later, Murong Ye secretly chanted a spell and cast a spell, revealing a richly decorated coffin in the soil in front of him. Then Yuwen Xinluo suddenly opened the museum and looked at it, only to see that the young child was wearing the purple robe embroidered with flying fish patterns, and his face was like life and his nose was still warm.

"Huh!" Murong Ye pretended to be surprised and said, "Mother, who do you think he is?" while Yuwen Xinluo squeezed his arm and replied ecstatically, "He is Shao'er." I'll just say, he's definitely hiding here. And Murong Ye chimed in on the side: "Yes, that's true." Then the boy suddenly woke up and smiled at them. Then he rose like a paper harrier in the wind, and suddenly flew to the other end of Lianyue City. Yuwen Xinluo hurriedly turned around and asked Murong Ye anxiously, "Good boy, why is it gone?"

"Brother Shao has always been virtuous and filial, presumably because he was worried that his mother would suffer from the cold outside, so he went back first. ”

"Then I'll have to go back quickly. She hurriedly wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, got up and said, "Shao'er was born weak, if she didn't take care of me, she might be bullied somewhere." ”

Later, Murong Ye walked back with his delirious mother, and the yin owl's gaze suddenly passed over the moonlit kissing beasts on the roof, and looked back at the direction of his homeland. Thinking about it carefully, it was six years ago that the Murong family was tragically destroyed. That dark and damp memory crept into his mind like a spider, replaying it before his eyes.

The sigh of the sea came faintly from the dark night, and the metasequoia along the coast rustled in the wind. The surging tide crashed against the rocks on the shore, and the white spray disappeared like foam. The strange rocks on the other side leaned towards the sparkling sea, and there were cliffs sandwiched between blue fluorite, and on top of it towered a huge white tower with a spire, and the lights at the top were bright and continuous throughout the night.

At that time, Murong Ye, who was only fourteen years old, descended from the Taiyao Sect, and returned to Lingnan Dao, but on the way, he felt a monstrous demonic aura, and the whisper of a giant dragon suddenly echoed in his eardrums.

A pair of giant lantern-like eyes flickered in the thick fog, and cheeks covered in golden scales peeked out of the shadows. Murong Ye's face suddenly turned pale, and he secretly pinched the sword trick in his hand. He had heard that after the War of Eating the Sun, there were many great demons with advanced cultivation lurking in the deep mountains and forests, but he never thought that he would encounter them here. Unexpectedly, at this moment, the golden dragon flapped its bloodstained wings, and suddenly transmitted a voice to him, saying, "Ye'er, you hurry back to the house, and leave Lingnan Road quickly with Xinluo and Shao'er, so as not to encounter accidents." ”

"Father, what the hell is going on?"

"The great calamity is coming, and Hugh must delay here. The golden dragon looked at him and said, "One day, you will take it and go to the kingdom of Taichen, and everything will be known." At this time, a gust of wind blew in his face, and a jade pendant immediately floated in front of Murong Ye, and the red tassel was blowing in the wind.

"Father, who injured you like this?" Murong Ye said, "Ye'er wants to stay and fight side by side with you." ”

"You don't have to worry about me, for the Father has his own plan for the enemy. Ye'er, you have the same noble blood as I do. It will give you supreme glory and will lead you to a state of no return. However, this is your destiny, and the innate sorrow of our people. The giant dragon then blew at him, seeing Murong Ye fly thousands of miles away with the hurricane, while its scarred body was immersed in the thick twilight haze.

The Murong Mansion in the center of the city was already heavily guarded by heavy soldiers, and the soldiers in fiery red cloaks broke in with swords. For a time, the oaks were ruined, and the rafters and beams were burned in the firelight. The unarmed servants fled, but were cut down to the ground by the soldiers who pursued them. Compared with Murong Ye, he rushed back to the mansion, but he was stunned by the tragic scene in front of him. He stepped on a pool of sticky blood, and suddenly felt the world spin. At this time, Zhang Xianfeng, who was ordered to stay here, repelled the pursuers, hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed his shoulder, and said, "How can the eldest prince be here?"

"Master Zhang, what the hell is going on?" Murong Ye asked instead of answering, "Why did my uncle's soldiers and horses kill innocents indiscriminately here?"

"This matter is a long story, and the eldest prince will first go to the secret room with the old slave for refuge. ”

Under the desperate cover of Zhang Xianfeng and several henchmen, Murong Ye was able to retreat into the wing room unharmed. Then he slowly moved the three-colored horse figurine of Dobaogli, and the wall behind the ink painting suddenly cracked. At this time, his mother Yuwen Xinluo poked her head out of it. After she saw Murong Ye, she immediately became happy, and asked Zhang Xianfeng, "Why didn't you see Shao'er coming?"

"Don't worry, the little boy was not separated for a long time, and his subordinates went to look for it. ”

Murong Ye watched Zhang Xianfeng lead the people to rush out again, while he glimpsed the tragic situation in the mansion through the gap in the carved window. Half an hour later, the cries of pain and despair died one by one, and the bodies of the victims were thrown into the melting fire. As for Zhang Xianfeng and his companions who regarded death as home, none of them came back in the end.

At this time, a soldier wearing a fiery red cloak, grabbed the child's shoulder and pushed him forward, respectfully bent his knees and asked: "Lord Qiqi, the rest of the traitors have all been subdued, but Yuwen Xinluo is missing; After hearing this, Xie Xun, an elder of the Taiyao Sect who was ordered to come to supervise the matter, nodded slightly at the portrait on the wanted warrant and said, "It is indeed his person, and it is exactly the same." At the same time, the young boy in the purple robe called out to the man in front of him, but seeing that the other man seemed indifferent, he stood there timidly, not daring to take a step forward.

"Lingnan Jiedu made Murong Hao collaborate with the enemy and commit treason, and the suzerain ordered him to be raided and destroyed, and there must be no mistake. Xie Xun continued: "I also hope that Lord Yuwen will put the overall situation first, and he will not bend the law for personal gain. ”

At this moment, Yuwen Jianxiong, who was wearing a mountain armor, stood there with his head held high, with fire shining on his cold cheeks, and then quietly ordered: "Execution." Murong Ye suddenly noticed that when the child was forced to kneel on the ground, he was carefully moving his lips.

"Brother, you have to live. ”

Murong Ye read his brother's lips as he said goodbye, and immediately clenched his fists hard, letting his nails prick his palms deeply. It turned out that Murong Shao had already noticed where they were hiding, but he never showed anything unusual.

The executioner held his blade in the light of fire, while his mother held him tightly on the shoulder, tears of sorrow in her eyes. The crimson blade was immediately drawn from the child's throat, and the splatters of blood immediately stained the court steps red. As a teenager, Murong Ye could only stand there indifferently, witnessing his younger brother's life withering. In his trembling pupils, the old mind and order were collapsing abruptly.

After that, my mother became delirious. In order to evade the pursuit of the Taiyao Sect, I had to flee Lingnan Road with her overnight, and finally left Nanhua through Zhenshan Pass. Over the years, I have been looking for medical treatment, but I have never been able to cure her heart disease. In fact, I could have pushed my mother away and rushed out to kill the enemy, just like Uncle Zhang, who knew that there was no chance of victory, but he still bravely drew his sword out of the sheath against the enemy. However, I failed to do so. Yes, I was very cowardly. Many years later, Murong Ye stared at his mother, who was sleeping on the couch, thinking like this. Then he gathered the green tent slightly, blew out the light, closed the bedroom door, and quietly walked to the board house outside.

The sun is thin, and the remnant sun is like blood. The sparse aquatic plants are wrapped in a thick fog, and the sparkling water waves are surging in the wind. Murong Ye stood on top of Yanzhu, not knowing where he was. However, as the clouds cleared, he saw from afar a silver-haired young man whose face he couldn't see clearly was wading through the lake of blood.

"Who's coming?"

"My name is long and dustless, but I am the god of this place. The silver-haired young man leaned down slightly, and picked up a pool of lake water in his hand, in which a tiny black fish swam leisurely.

"If you are indeed a god, can you see what you are thinking in your heart?"

"The world has changed beyond recognition to me six years ago in the middle of the unknown summer. Since the moment Murong Shao died, my hatred for the Yuwen clan has reached a state where it cannot be restored. However, it is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge. The hardships that our generation shouldered in the past will surely become a sharp sword hanging over your heads in the future. The silver-haired young man replied disapprerovingly, "What your Excellency thinks in your heart, but that's it. Yes and no?"

After hearing this, Murong Ye's expression gradually became solemn. However, the silver-haired young man seemed to be at ease, and continued: "If you want revenge, I can naturally give you invincible power. But what can you give me in exchange?"

"Do the gods need the help of mortals too?"

"Even if you are a god, you are not omnipotent. ”

"And what do you want from me?"

"Your life. ”

"When?"

"When I needed it. ”

"Why am I the one chosen?"

"Because your constitution is very special. The silver-haired young man explained, "For thousands of years, you are the most perfect body I have ever seen, and only you can withstand my immortal power. ”

"No one cares about their own lives, why do you think I will accept you?"

"Because I know your past well, and the anger that lies in your heart has never been extinguished. At this moment, the clear water flowed away from the palm of the silver-haired young man's hand, and the released black fish immediately turned and disappeared in the red water.

"Unfortunately, I won't trade it for you. ”

"One day you've figured it out, come back to me. The silver-haired young man stared at each other with blazing eyes, and his face revealed an intriguing expression. "Your heart is spiritual, and your heart has its own way to this place. I will answer your call whenever and wherever you are. ”

Soon after, there was a sudden sound of water behind it, and a four-pillar archway made of glazed rose from the lake. The silver-haired young man slowly turned away, the picture of hell on the back of his hand looking particularly dazzling in the sunset. Then he stepped into the wide door of the archway in half a step, and his tall back disappeared.

The candles flickered in the simple and cramped hut, and the angry wind rattled the paper-paste windows. Murong Ye suddenly woke up from his nightmare, and his consciousness suddenly regained his clarity. Then he gazed at the stars in the sky and fell into deep thought for the long night. Several gray-brown moths lingered in the firelight, and spiders in the corner were rebuilding their webs. Since the fall of the Murong family, he could no longer sleep at night without lights.