"Hao'er, send this brocade robe to Li Yuanwai's family, be careful on the road, don't get dirty!"

A middle-aged woman walked out of a room with a somewhat tired look, holding a brocade robe in her hand, which, although neatly folded, could still be seen in the tight pattern embroidered on it. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

And in the courtyard, a boy about thirteen or fourteen years old jumped down from a tree, walked quickly to the woman, carefully took the brocade robe with both hands, and said, "Mother, don't worry! ”

After saying that, the boy walked out of the courtyard with a faint smile.

At the door of the boy's house, there is a very long river, and it is summer, and the small river is full of beautiful lotus flowers, bursting with fragrance.

If you look closely, you will find that those lotus flowers are not the same as the ordinary ones, generally speaking, there will only be one on each rhizome, but here there are three lotus flowers blooming on each rhizome, and the eyes are white and red.

It is precisely for this reason that the people here have given this place an apt place name, Sanhe Town!

At this time, after the boy walked out of the house, he walked along the river with his brocade robe in both hands, and it was not long before he came to a wooden bridge, and on the opposite side of this wooden bridge was a grand courtyard, which looked like a family.

The young man walked to the door, and the two big men standing at the door immediately came up to stop him and said, "Give us the brocade robe, this is the reward given to you by the outsider!" ”

The two big men didn't give the young man a chance to speak at all, one took the brocade robe, and the other took out a small bag and threw it to Lu Qingyun, it seemed that it was the reward for embroidering the brocade robe.

The young man also took it with great interest, and just as he was about to leave, a young man in brocade clothes suddenly ran out of the luxurious yard, not very old, when he saw the young man who sent the clothes, he happily asked: "Zihao, why are you here?" ”

The young man known as Zihao also replied: "I'm here to give your father a brocade robe, where are you going?" ”

When the brocade-clothed young man heard this, he immediately showed a strange smile on his face, leaned over his face, and said softly: "Guess? ”

Before the young man named Zihao could react, the brocade-clothed young man had already disappeared from his sight with a somewhat "evil" laugh.

The young man looked melancholy, looking at the place where the brocade-clothed young man left, there was a faint sense of expectation and longing in his eyes, and finally these turned into a sigh and left the Li Mansion.

This young man's surname is Lin, called Lin Zihao, he could have lived very happily like the young man in brocade, but since two years ago, when he knew the truth, his eyebrows were always full of melancholy, and only when facing his father and mother, he could stretch his eyebrows.

Lin Zihao stood on the wooden bridge, looking at the lotus flowers in the river, he took out an object from his chest, which he had always carried on his chest, it was a thumb-sized bead covered in pitch black.

At this time, it was not long after the morning, the sun was very soft, Lin Zihao picked up the bead, looked at the sky, and he saw a familiar scene inside the bead.

Although the bead was small, he could clearly see a vague figure in the bead!

And the moment he saw this figure, an extremely faint line, like an imprint, flickered faintly in front of Lin Zihao's forehead, and the shape of this imprint was a bit like a flame!

It was only when he looked at the bead like this that the mark would appear, so very few people knew about it, not even his father and mother.

And the other secret is that he is actually dead!

As early as two years ago, he knew that he was dead when he first picked up the bead while playing with his companions.

Because he found that his body had undergone some obvious changes from before, he never knew that hunger, when everyone else was sweating profusely, even if he was exposed to the scorching sun, he would not feel the slightest heat, let alone sweat, and in the snowy winter, when others were still shivering when they were wrapped in thick cotton jackets, he would not feel cold even if he stood shirtless outside the house.

There is no pain, and even if you are injured and your skin is cut by a knife, it will not bleed, and the wound will heal automatically in the blink of an eye.

All of this made him clearly realize that he was dead, but he didn't understand why he was still conscious, and this consciousness was so real.

Over the years, he had been trying to cooperate with his father and mother to prevent them from seeing this, and it was not until later that he focused on the bead that he had a guess that his death had something to do with the bead.

He didn't know what the faint flame mark on his brow represented when he looked at the figure in the bead, and he didn't want anyone else to know, so he never took it out in front of anyone.

Time flies quickly, two years have passed in a blink of an eye, this year, it happened to be Lin Zihao's adulthood, for the Lin family, this was originally a great joy, but unfortunately, it happened that in this year, Lin Zihao fell ill.

This was the first time in five years that he had fallen ill, and he had been bedridden for more than two months, and he knew that he had come to the end of his life.

He lay on the bed, took out the bead weakly, stared at the bead, and his complicated expression revealed a hint of pleading.

"Don't hurt my father, don't hurt my father..."

Lin Zihao read and thought, his raised hand gradually let go, and the bead slid down the bed board with a thud and slid to the ground.

Not long after Lin Zihao died, suddenly his fingers moved, and his eyelids twitched.

This kind of strange thing lasted for about a cup of tea, and after that, Lin Zihao actually opened his eyes again and sat up from the bed, but his temperament completely changed.

Even the face began to ghost, and after a few breaths, when everything returned to calm, it was no longer Lin Zihao's face, but... Clear!

Lu Qingyun got down from the bed and picked up the source avoidance bead on the ground, and a sigh echoed in his heart.

"More than 60 years ......"

Although Lu Qingyun killed Jian Tainan with the help of the power of the Heavenly Tribulation, he also received a huge backlash and turned into a demon cultivator, and was later hidden by the evil king Sun into the Source Avoidance Pearl.

That source avoidance pearl floated between heaven and earth for fifty-seven years, and finally landed in this place called Sanhe Town five years ago.

For fifty-seven years, his soul sat cross-legged in the Origin Bead, unable to move, and since his body was destroyed, the Seed of the Broken God had unexpectedly grown greatly, as if it was about to invade his soul, so he had been fighting against the Seed of the Broken God.

But even after fighting for fifty-seven years, he still hadn't figured out what this Splitting God Seed was, and he still had doubts about it when Kawaguzi said that it was split from the cultivator's soul.

So in such a struggle, the two sides were deadlocked, and no one could subdue anyone, until one day, when the two sides were fighting, an eleven-year-old boy picked up this bead from a pile of mud and sand under curiosity, and this boy was Lin Zihao!

And when Xiao Qingyun's soul was fighting against the seed of the Broken God, his soul was extremely unstable, and after he turned into a demon cultivator, his breath was a little uncontrollable, so that at the moment when Lin Zihao came into contact with the Source Avoiding Pearl, a wisp of his soul intent actually followed Lin Zihao's arm, left the Source Avoiding Pearl, and merged into Lin Zihao's body.

How could an eleven-year-old mortal boy resist the invasion of a wisp of soul from Lu Qingyun, so at the moment of contact, the young man was already dead, but it was because this wisp of soul qi was too weak that Lin Zihao could still live like a normal person.

But he has the soul intent of Qingyun in his body, so he can be invulnerable, not afraid of cold and heat, and this body no longer belongs to him completely, so he will not feel pain.

After five years of recuperation, the wisp of soul qi of Lu Qingyun gradually took shape by absorbing the source qi, and it was precisely because of this that Lin Zihao's eyebrows would show the mark of demon cultivation.

It wasn't until today, five years later, when this wisp of soul qi was fully formed and occupied Lin Zihao's body, that he really died!

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