The sycamore leaves rise, only the wind and cool people are left, the jade Ruyi, the three-foot sword, the wind and rain carry the yellow leaves, and the sadness is in vain. "Song of Loneliness" ——— Li Changfeng

In just one night, the Sword Clan has undergone earth-shaking changes, and whether people want it or not, the change has already begun.

At dawn, the warm sunlight laboriously squeezed through the cracks in the dark clouds and shone into the deep dungeon.

To day, dawn is no different from night.

The prison of the Sword Clan was more like a trap for mending beasts, a large pit four or five meters deep, covered by rusty iron bars.

During the night, it rained heavily, and the water droplets hung on the rusty iron railing, and every once in a while they would separate from the iron railing and fall down.

Tick —

Tick —

The sound of water droplets pierces the silence.

The dying day watched as water droplets streaked in the air in graceful straight lines.

Some sank into the ground, some burst at the tip of his nose.

The last words of the sword calendar dragged him into the abyss of self-blame.

His eyes improved because his father gave him his eyes, no wonder every time he saw his father's blood-red eyes, he felt that something was wrong, and his father paid a greater price for the fire sword.

"Father's ......"

"Rushing to the fire......" The eyes were blank and murmured softly.

The shadows of several human heads peeked out from the iron bars above.

His faces were invisible during the day, and ridicule and ridicule sounded in the depths of his mind, evoking memories of his childhood.

"Hahaha, he's a wild child, he's not our clansman!"

"I heard that Jian Bo brought you in from the outside, you must be an evil being. ”

"He's going to hurt us all! Send him away, send him away forever!!"

Chapped lips open during the day. "I, yes, the son of the sword, I will not leave here. ”

"Xiao Qi!" the shadow above his head called him.

The day came back to his senses from his memories, and it was the voice of Jian Yusheng.

Well, I don't want to see anyone, let me just die, thought sadly by day, disappointment and hatred poured into every vein of him.

I'm no longer a Sword Clan, and I don't want to be a Sword Clansman anymore, I'm just the son of the Sword Clan, and my father is waiting for me.

"Daylight! Jian Yusheng's deliberately lowered voice was a little hurried.

With a squeak, the iron railing was moved away by several figures, and the rain and dew on it shook down, and it was another rain.

Kutong, a figure fell beside Bai Day, and Jian Yusheng mixed him. "Daylight, cheer up, you have to get out of here, Jian Li will never let you go!!"

Hearing that abominable name, Daylight's eyes flashed with gold. "I'm going to kill him!"

"Jianbo's last wish is to let you live, let's go, we will bring you everything you need. ”

Jian Yusheng put the scarf of the sword on Bai Day's neck.

I felt a little warm during the day, and the old blue scarf had been washed countless times by Jian Yusheng, but there were still blood stains.

"What about my father's body. Daylight asked.

"We didn't find Jianbo's body, there were too many dead. ”

Daylight clutched his scarf tightly in both hands and buried his face deeply, tears flowing out involuntarily. "I told my father that I wouldn't cry anymore, that there was no point in crying, but I just couldn't help it. ”

Jian Yusheng looked lonely, and he didn't know how to comfort him, he thought of the poor boy who was tied to the execution stake, and also remembered the kind boy who wanted to drag him back on a rainy day.

There is also the righteous boy who gave him the star beads.

"Okay, you want to be an immortal cultivator so much, take it! "Daylight held a star that had fallen into the mortal world in the rain, and said firmly. "I don't even know who my mother is, everyone calls me a mongrel in their hearts, but if I don't have it, it won't be so painful to lose, the star bead was given to me by my mother, it can help you absorb the aura of heaven and earth, and it will accompany you like a mother. ”

Jian Yusheng brushed one hand on the star bead on his waist.

Now the owner of the bead is covered in bruises, and has lost everything, which makes people unable to comfort.

No, it's that they have lost the qualifications to comfort him, the sword clan put on a bloody coat, Jian Yusheng thought to himself.

After a period of silence, the day stood up with difficulty, as if carrying the whole sky.

Jian Xiangsheng raised his hand to signal, and a hemp rope went down.

The day squeezed out a sentence, as if to say it to himself. "I will live. ”

The familiar village was silent, there was no sound of striking iron, no sound of greeting each other, even the roosters of dawn were gone, and uninhabited houses were torn down and carried away as timber overnight.

It was like death, and the Sword Clansmen mourned their dead loved ones in silence, curled up and shivering.

Will anyone grieve for their father?

Jian Yusheng said lifelessly. "Those blood puppets are derived from corpses, and the surviving clansmen used various methods to persuade Jian Li to give up the corpses of their clansmen, and used up all the guarantees to exchange the funeral for the deceased, but Jian Li only agreed to cremation, saying that it was to avoid the plague. ”

Daytime shifted his gaze to the southeast, gazing at the smoke rising there, where the bodies had been cremated, and the deceased's own home was used as firewood.

In the Sword Clan, burial is the ultimate destination, the Sword Clan people forge all their lives, they manipulate the flames, and they do not want to be swallowed by the flames after death, this kind of collective cremation is even more of an insult.

Seven Sword Clan youths silently bypassed the long smoke and walked through the familiar village.

Accompanying the day, are six silent puppets.

The wind after the rain is bitingly cold.

Arrived at the foot of Zhenlong Mountain.

The second brother, Jianqiu, handed the two swords he was carrying to Bai Day.

Everything went on in silence, the former brothers had nothing to say, and Daylight took the sword.

The Flame Giant Sword is a master-level weapon that his father smashed his barrage sword for the coming-of-age ceremony and spent half of his body to reforge it.

Brother Sword, completed by the brothers themselves, is a weapon of 100 refining levels.

Daylight carried the fire sword on his back, and the brother's sword was pinned to his waist.

Glancing at the place where he had lived for eleven years, the long smoke became even stronger.

Bai Tian knelt on his knees and kowtowed three times in the direction of Changyan.

"Thank you. Daylight turned to his brothers and said, despite the blood on his forehead. "Come with me, get out of here. ”

Jian Yusheng shook his head. "We can't, and we still have families here. ”

Daylight looked at the brothers. "That's all we have to say, do nothing?"

Jian Yusheng looked pained. "The sword calendar has won, fear has penetrated into everyone's hearts, let's go, Xiao Qi, in the future, we may be able to reunite in the Heavenly Sword Gate. ”

Bai Tian nodded lightly in understanding.

Under the silent gaze of the six people, the son of the sword who died stood up, his back full of oppression and sadness, from the light to the darkness, and disappeared into the wall of Zhenlong Mountain without saying a word.

Jian Yusheng sighed, his heart was a little puzzled, for a moment, the day seemed to have completely changed.

Walking in the deep and narrow passage during the day, I thought to myself, is this secret passage so long?

No, it's that his thoughts are too long.

He must take revenge, but to whom should he take revenge, the patriarch who gave up the battle first? The people who watched from the sidelines? They are all people who cannot control their fate.

There are also the punishment elders, the pawns of the Sword Calendar !! the Blood Temple, the traitors of the Sword Clan!!!

The power of vengeance halts the day in darkness.

The secret passage was too long, and he needed to finish it before he could get out.

The sight of the death of the father cha j his heart, crushed the soul.

In the darkness, the sound of gnashing teeth was heard:

"I won't leave here!!!"

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