Countless people watched as Lang hated the sky fell.

"Now, Lei Gangshan can be a little more interesting again, what do you say, boss?"

It was a disciple in Tsing Yi who spoke, and next to him, another man in Tsing Yi with a rather handsome face felt noncommittal, but his pupils shrank slightly.

"Hehe, he still has a long way to go, it's too early to say that, and 。。。。。。 The man stared at Lang Hatian and probed carefully, "His foundation is deeply wounded, and if he wants to fully recover, I'm afraid 。。。。。。 ”

"A few of you, let's disperse, the steps to the sky are over here, in front of this Cangsheng Palace, it's better not to stay too long, it's cold in the high places." ”

Everyone turned around and found that the speaker was actually Zong Qingshu.

"It turned out to be Senior Brother Qingshu, what Senior Brother said was that our cultivation has been delayed for a lot of time, so we should go. ”

After speaking, the handsome-faced man said no more, smiled, and immediately left with four or five Tsing Yi disciples. Just as he turned around, the hair on his sideburns fluttered, revealing a birthmark the size of a coin underneath, which was very eye-catching, but it was hidden in an instant.

Zong Qing sent them away, and then set his eyes on Lang Hatian.

After coughing up a few mouthfuls of blood, Lang Hattian completely fainted, Cui Yuelan wanted to step forward, but he was unexpectedly stopped by Meng Nanxun and protected Lang Hattian by his side.

"He's what he is because of you, what else do you want to do!?"

It wasn't until the thundercloud warbler arrived that she got out of the way and let the other party take her into the crook of her arm.

"Xiaotian, what's wrong with you, you say something, even if you open your eyes!" Thundercloud Ying was shaking desperately, but it was a pity that Lang Hatian's eyes couldn't open as she wished.

In the end, under the command of Xiong Zaipeng, Lang Hatian was carried away and went to Jishizhai for treatment. Soon, everyone dispersed, leaving only Zong Qingshu and Su Iming. The former glanced at the latter faintly, as if he was still standing here.

"Su Iming, there are still a lot of things waiting for you to do in the sect, but you are still standing here stupidly, do you want me to carry you down?"

Su Yiming didn't answer his words, but just said without beginning or end: "It's getting closer and closer." ”

Zong Qingshu didn't understand.

"What did you say?"

The other party glanced at him, and his eyes looked a little unfamiliar, as if he was not the Su Wuming he knew. Zong Qingshu didn't hear an answer, and when he wanted to ask again, the other party had already taken steps down the mountain.

Su Wuming's back faded away in his eyes, and the purple robes swayed back and forth in Zong Qingshu's heart.

Time flies, and the leaves on the trees in front of the courtyard begin to turn yellow unconsciously, and some of the leaves finally can't hold on and fall weakly.

At the stone table under the tree, a lonely figure sits.

Now, more than a month has passed since the Ascending Steps, and Lang Hattian's vitality is very tenacious, which is Xiong Zaipeng's evaluation. His injuries all over his body have healed, but he still needs to be recuperated.

With a "bang", he slammed his fist on the stone table so hard that the decoction in front of him almost spilled.

"Ah, damn it!"

Lang hated the heavenly general's still bandaged hand and pounded the stone table with all his might. Hearing his roar, the thundercloud warbler in the house hurriedly ran out and hugged him and said, "Xiaotian, why are you so troubled, listen to grandma's words, drink the medicine first." ”

As he spoke, Lei Yunying picked up the decoction and sent it to Lang Hatian's mouth.

He wanted to have a seizure, but he held back, because Lang hated Tian and didn't want to see anyone close to him again.

The thick liquid trickled down his throat, and although it was bitter, he had become accustomed to it for so many days.

"Grandma Yunying, I'm really... Can't you recover?"

The latter's hand trembled.

"How can it be, Xiao Tian, you have to believe in Elder Xiong's ability, and in addition, the rest of the elders will also try their best to help you, so you must 。。。。。。 ”

"I want to go out for a walk. ”

Lang hated the sky and left this sentence, and dragged his still sore body out of the courtyard gate. Now is a good time of the day, the mountains are full of disciples practicing and practicing, I don't know if it is because of low self-esteem, or if I want to be quiet, Lang hattian always chooses a very remote route, try to avoid the crowd.

At last he found a secluded place, undisturbed, lying on the soft grass, with the scattered sunlight shining through the leaves. After ascending the heavenly steps, Lang Hatian unexpectedly found that he couldn't feel the power of the soul in his body, and it seemed to disappear, even the slightest bit was imperceptible.

But if you don't have a soul, how can you still be alive?

He couldn't believe it, and it had only been more than a month, and no matter how hard he tried, it didn't help. No matter how much medicine he took and many home remedies he used, there was no sign of recovery, and the final result hit him deeply.

"Am I going to stop there?"

Lang hated the sky and looked at his bandaged palm, and now he couldn't even clench his fists. In the silence of the woods, a tree suddenly shook. Lang hated the sky and maintained a punching posture, and it was difficult to calm down in his heart for a long time. Meng Nanxun left in a hurry after his injuries improved, and he didn't say where he was going, when he would come back, would she have a way to heal herself?

Of course, this is only the best situation, and what he hates in his heart now is his decision at the beginning, even if he climbs the Heavenly Steps, even if he has the qualifications to enter Lei Gang Mountain, what about it?

A waste, after all, is a waste, and it is of no use.

The autumn wind was a little cold, mixed with a subtle aroma of rouge, which made Lang hattian stunned.

"You kid, I've been looking for you for a long time, but I didn't expect you to hide here by yourself. ”

He jerked his head up when he heard the sound, and a woman in a white dress with a goose egg face stood in front of him, floating out of the dust like a fairy descending from the earth.

"Elder Yuelan, why are you here?"

"To see how you are injured now, of course. ”

"I'm tired of the elders, I'm fine now, but I'm just a waste, and the elders don't need to care too much. Lang Hatian barely squeezed out a smile on his face, and even his tone had a strong sense of self-deprecation, which made Cui Yuelan frown after hearing this.

"You kid, Elder Xiong and I have been looking for a solution for you, but you yourself are so self-defeating, and you are still not a man!"

Cui Yuelan's words made Lang Hatian suddenly startled and felt deeply ashamed, but the content of the last sentence, coming out of the mouth of such a woman who was so captivating, made Lang Hatian think a little crooked for a while, and couldn't help but blush.

Seeing Lang Hatian's reaction like this, she was as sophisticated as she naturally knew what Lang Hatian was thinking at this time, so she was so angry that she directly hit the other party on the head with a chestnut.

"Oops, it hurts!"

Lang hated the sky with his hands on his head, and tears were left. Sure enough, women are not easy to mess with, I didn't say anything this time, and I suffered this in vain.

"Hmph, if you don't learn well at a young age, this time I'll teach you a lesson, so that you won't hurt people in the future. ”

After making a few jokes, Cui Yuelan's expression became serious again.

"Come with me, I'll take you somewhere. Her tone was unmistakable.

Lang hattian followed behind her, and Cui Yuelan walked very slowly, in order to take care of his situation at this time. Now that Lang hated Tian walked in front of others, he would no longer be despised, on the contrary, the eyes cast around him were full of admiration. It's just your true situation, and only you know it.

Cui Yuelan took him out of the mountain gate, and after a detour to Leigang Mountain, he walked for two hours before arriving. Lang hattian felt that his body seemed to have reached its limit, and he used his last strength to climb to a stone cliff outside the mountain wall where Cui Yuelan was standing, and was just about to breathe a sigh of relief, when something in front of him came into view.

It was a stone pile several people high, and in front of the stone pile there was a blue-white tablet standing quietly. Cui Yuelan turned his back to him at this time, his eyes were burning at the words on the stele, and he couldn't move away at all.

This turned out to be ... A grave!?

Whose grave?

Why did Elder Cui bring himself here?

One question after another was generated in Lang Hatian's mind, and he slowly walked to Cui Yuelan's side, and at the same time, Lang Hatian saw the words on the stone tablet clearly:

"The Tomb of Fu Jun Huo Yinghao".