In the past few days, it has rained in Qujiang City, and it has not stopped for three consecutive days. As a result, the water level of the Qujiang River rose, and almost all the ferry terminals were spared, and the trade of medicinal materials was forced to stop, and the medicinal stone festival in the county town was postponed for half a month and held in the beginning of autumn.

So, Lan Xuanyi stole half a day of leisure in his busy schedule, and finally had the opportunity to visit Mr.

Early this morning, Lan Xuanyi deliberately got a Confucian shirt, carefully selected a set of four treasures from the south from the private library, and took two servants to the Lishui Residence prepared for Mr. and his party.

When he came to Mr.'s courtyard, he was attracted by a young man in white kneeling in the courtyard, and he was stunned immediately, then calmed down and walked slowly.

He walked over unhurriedly, and the servant opened the umbrella for him.

When they came to the young man's side, Lan Xuanyi leaned over slightly and asked gently, "Child, why are you kneeling here?"

The boy turned his head and glanced at him, silent.

But his heart was like being struck by lightning, this person was really the double pupil, but, why did he become a triple pupil?

He didn't know that the people who were sent into the mountains would never be able to get out, let alone the people who were specially cared for by the Lord's family.

If he comes out, then ...... Something happened in the mountains.

The thought of this made it difficult for him to calm down.

Leaving one of the servants to hold an umbrella for the boy, he came to the gentleman's room with a gift and another servant, and knocked lightly.

"Come in!"

The master had a book in his arms, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his expression was quiet, as if he was taking a nap.

He and the servant bowed and saluted, and said respectfully: "The day before his late life was busy with official business, and he didn't have time to visit Mr. ”

As he spoke, the servant in the back gently placed the box containing the four treasures of the study on the table in front of the gentleman and pushed it aside.

The gentleman sat up straight and said, "The city lord doesn't have to be like this, the old man has also heard about the recent Qujiang incident, and it is not easy for the city lord to work day and night for the country and the people." ”

"Don't dare to be, seek his position in his position, and eat the king's Lu for the king's share of worries, which is the duty of the minister. Lan Xuanyi immediately lowered his head slightly and said in a low voice.

"The lord of the city is too modest. "Sir.

Lan Xuanyi was eager to understand the situation in the mountains, so he said to his husband: "Things are busy in the city, and I have delayed a lot of things by stealing half a day of leisure today, so I will stop bothering and say goodbye in my later life." ”

"Walk slowly. ”

......

At ten o'clock in the afternoon, the teenagers came to the master's courtyard together, and Nangong Tong was carrying a food box in his hand.

The teenagers came to Zhao Xue with umbrellas, Wen Zheng took the ever-red umbrella of the sea of clouds, Nangong Han picked up Shuang'er, and then surrounded Zhao Xue in the middle, and six oil-paper umbrellas opened up a space without rain.

Yunhai Changhong squatted down, took the food box, took out a bowl of porridge, handed it to him, and said, "Eat it." ”

He ignored the crowd and remained on his knees.

Yunhai Changhong blinked, took a deep breath, and then said: "We are also sorry for your sister's death, but after all, people can't be resurrected after death, and Mr. is an ordinary person without any cultivation, so it won't help you to kneel for another three years." ”

"Aren't immortals omnipotent?" he said with a blank face.

Wen Zhengdao: "But sir, he is just an ordinary person, he is not an immortal." ”

"I think he is, he must be, when the old gentleman looked at me that day, I saw in his eyes, he can do anything, he must be able to save my sister, or...... There is a way. The boy said stubbornly as if he had fallen into a spell.

"Impossible. Nangong Han said.

The boy didn't speak again, and they couldn't say any more.

Yunhai Changhong put the porridge into the food box, then put the food box in front of him, left silently, and followed with an umbrella from Fang.

The others also gradually left, leaving Shuang'er and Nangong Tong.

The oil-paper umbrella was too small to hold up this space, so Frost opened her arms and used her spiritual power to block the heavy rain.

"You're not leaving?"

Nangong Channel: "If there is a way to bring the dead back to life in this world, then I will definitely know, if I don't know, then there must be none." ”

"Why?" he asked him.

Nangong Tong was silent for a moment, and then said in a low voice: "My mother died in childbirth when she gave birth to me, my family has a history of thousands of years, although it is not very powerful now, but there are many classics in the villa, which record a lot of things, but there is no record of resurrection. ”

"Senior brother received a lot of books from distant Tongzhou, but none of them were recorded. ”

"What if?"

"The senior brother said that there is no case, and it is originally whimsical to come back to life. The young man patiently explained to Zhaoxue, he tilted his head to think about it, and said, "Although cultivation used to be whimsical. ”

"But my sister has been dead for more than half a month, and her body has been soaked in Qujiang for more than ten days, and it still hasn't rotted. ”

"That's because you've been holding her, and you have magical powers in you that keep you alive while preserving her body. Nangong Tong said in a hurry, and his two little faces turned red.

Zhao Xue was silent, what he knew, he always knew that there was no such thing as resurrection in this world, but he was unwilling, his sister was so good and beautiful.

He looked up at the sky blankly for a long time before closing his eyes and saying, "Let's go, the little girl will be tired." ”

Nangong Tong looked at Shuang'er, who squinted and smiled, saying that she was fine.

At this time, Zhao Xue said again: "Let's go, I don't need anyone to be pitied." ”

His voice became surprisingly cold, which made Nangong Tong think of the tone in which his senior brother once said a certain sentence to himself, and he was suddenly afraid, but in front of Shuang'er, he could only pretend to be calm.

He swallowed his saliva and had to leave silently with Frost.

The little girl tilted her head in confusion, not understanding.

Nangong Tong touched her head and didn't speak.

The rain hit his body mercilessly, and the coldness invaded every inch of his body, and he actually felt that it was good to feel so clear.

Nangong Tong's voice sounded behind him again, "The bones in your hands haven't healed yet, pay attention, otherwise it will really be wasted, and there is a wound on the back of your head." ”

He didn't care......

Behind him, Shuang'er asked Nangong Tong's voice, "Brother, why is the big brother like this?" Shuang'er didn't understand, but felt uncomfortable and a little sad. Why? ”

"My brother didn't understand it either...... But the senior brother must understand. ”

"Well, Shuang'er misses her brother. ”

"My brother wanted to too. ”

......

It was getting dark, and the Master stood behind the door, like a stone statue, and did not move for a long time.

He really wanted to open the door and bring the persistent child in, but he couldn't.

"What are we doing this for?" he closed his eyes, and after a moment muttered again, "I wouldn't have read if I had known." ”

He said to the young man outside the door, "Son, go back, there is really nothing you can do about it. ”

Hearing the gentleman speak, he was overjoyed in his heart, and he couldn't hide his surprise, and hurriedly kowtowed to the room.

Said: "I know that Mr. is not an ordinary person, you are full of golden gas, which I have never seen before, you must be a god, you will definitely be able to save my sister." ”

"No, Mr. can't, Mr. is just a mortal, an ordinary mortal to the extreme, not an immortal. ”

The young man didn't know if he was mistaken, so he asked Mr., "Then dare to ask Mr., if you are not an immortal, then who is an immortal in this world? Is there a way to bring people back to life?"

He still had a hint of fantasy.

That's right, for teenagers, even if it's just a hint, they have to hold on tightly.

"I've lived for a long time, I really haven't seen a way to bring the dead back to life, and I haven't seen immortals, the whole world only has a vast sky and countless living beings. ”

He didn't ask any more, looked up, opened his hand, and let the rain rage.

He believed it this time, and his sister was really dead, and there was no possibility. At that moment, the shattered world that had been reorganized by his sister's red dress shattered again, and those fragments once again severed his scarred heart.

From this moment on, the teenager is still a teenager and is no longer a teenager.

He bowed heavily, then got up, bowed, and turned away.

If my sister doesn't come back to life, then some damned people have to go to the funeral.

In the past few days, he has learned about the world of cultivation from several benefactors, and his understanding of this world is no longer as vague as before. He knows that his enemies are powerful, so he will take his time, and one day, those people will all die, and what he said to Luo Feng Zhi will definitely come true.

The gentleman watched the boy leave, closed his eyes, and a tear slipped from the corner of his eye.

Night fell, and the rain stopped.

The boy borrowed a piece of land from the lord of the city through his husband, built a high platform with his own hands, and put Xing'er's body on top of it, and added firewood.

Nangong Tong and they followed all the time, and they wanted to help, but they were persuaded by the young man's cold eyes.

He stood in front of the high platform, silent, hesitating, and finally closed his eyes, and threw the torch out with a twist in his heart.

The fire was very big, and the faces of the teenagers were all red, but everyone's mood was heavy.

They don't know why they are sad, because the dead girl is beautiful, or because of the stubbornness of this young man with heavy eyes for his sister?

No one can tell, after all, they are just a group of teenagers, still catching fish.

The burned gradually disappeared, and finally only a black ash and a handful of ashes remained, and the boy took out a jar and put it up, worshiped on the spot, and burned the paper.

The teenagers bowed deeply to the urn and left one after another, leaving only Nangong Tong and Shuang'er.

Zhao Xue didn't look back, and said while burning paper: "You have been trying to get close to me for the past few days, do you have anything to ask me?"

Nangong Tong peeled a piece of candy for Shuang'er, told her to come and get it after eating, don't run around, and then walked behind Zhaoxue and said, "Do you know a person named Yiyang?"

"I don't know, who is he?"

"The senior brother I have always talked about, he has the exact same pendant as you, with his name written on it. ”

"I don't know, maybe it really has something to do with me. ”

Zhao Xue was very calm, which surprised Nangong Tong a little.

So he asked, "Don't you want to know?"

"I don't want to. The boy burned the last piece of paper, and then left with the urn of ashes.

Nangong Tong hurriedly led Shuang'er and followed, saying, "Wait for me." ”