Fu Lingpei never imagined that things would change so much.

When she was full of joy holding a congratulatory gift, lowered the flying sword, came to the main gate of the Fu family, and solemnly walked in to congratulate the ancestor on the joy of the first child, she found that the gate of the Fu family was empty. The little guy who should have been guarding the door was nowhere to be seen, and the door was black and open. In the distance, there seemed to be a faint smell of rust in the air, and Fu Lingpei had a faint premonition in her heart, this smell was too familiar to her.

She hurried a few steps to the threshold. The white shirt was flying, and the blood stained the hem of the robe, and a little scarlet was lined with a brilliant face and bright eyes, which added boundless color.

Blood dripping all over the floor. A young man in Tsing Yi was lying on the ground, his eyes were furious, looking at the sky of training, his expression was surprised, as if he had already lost his breath before he could react, and it seemed that his life had ended forever before he reacted when misfortune came. The other was lying on the side of the road, with one palm forward, as if trying to escape. As far as the eye could see, there were several bodies of the Fu family.

Ignoring the rules of her family that she is not allowed to fly into the air, she hurriedly summoned the Qingwu sword, and a white practice flew out in a hurry, and the sword flew towards Qingyuju.

Flying all the way, the corpses were all over the ground, and the blood of the Fu family accumulated in a thick layer, as if it was going to submerge the entire ground. Fu Lingpei choked up. Fu Er, Fu San, and even Fu Ba, who had always been weak, that group of old friends from the school, and even the cousins who had always been proud, all turned ashen and fell in a pool of blood. The eldest uncle, the second uncle and other clan uncles, some of them can't even see the prototype, and can only confirm who it is from the familiarity of the star and half a claw.

For the first time, Fu Lingpei deeply hated his five senses, which were extremely acute due to cultivation, and his eyes were blurry. Unable to restrain the corpse, she directly lowered the flying sword and came to the door of Qingyuju. Looking at the exceptionally quiet dwelling, the pine borage that I planted when I was a child next to the house has grown lush and luxuriant. But she was too timid to enter the house.

Step by step into the main hall, there are still familiar mahogany chairs, quietly displayed on the left and right. The dipterocarp incense burner is also dyed with smoke, and it is as quiet as ever. But the father's beloved boat diagram on the wall is as red as splashed ink, and the ground is also splashed with dots of red liquid, which is shocking. There was no one inside.

Fu Lingpei breathed a sigh of relief. Xu yes, what about the escape?

She walked briskly to the main room. Gently pushed open the door, held his breath, and suddenly his eyes were blurred, and he couldn't cry.

On the side of a carved red pear bed, a gentle and beautiful woman lay on her side, blood spilled from the corners of her mouth, and a large area of red blood on her chest stained her long skirt and bedside embroidered on a white background like splashed ink. His eyes were wide open, as if he had countless worries, heartaches, resentments, and shocks, but he refused to look away. The original slender ten fingers, a blue and gray color, stretched straight to the ground, as if there was something unfulfilled and unable to let go. A man in a green shirt on the ground fell to the ground, pointed straight to the side of the bed with his right palm, and a long piercing wound on his back almost split his body into two halves of flesh and blood.

"Daddy! Mother! Fu Lingpei's heart was so sad that he could barely catch his breath. The figure of the man in front of her was so familiar that she didn't have any luck at all.

She trembled, her hands trembling uncontrollably, and she almost lost all her strength. After taking a few steps forward, he stumbled and fell to the ground. endured, but still couldn't suppress it, tears rolled out of his eyes, and he sobbed silently.

The father should have known the danger and came to inform his mother to escape, but he did not expect to die here. The murderer is obviously not weak, and he even has a huge ** weapon, shaped like a sickle, that attacked directly from behind, killing her parents on the spot.

After a pause, she eased her mood and was about to stand up to collect her parents' bodies, when she suddenly heard a loud noise from the mountain behind her.

"Ancestor!" She didn't care about anything else, took out a storage bag, gently put the bodies of her parents in, and galloped eagerly back into the mountains. The sleeves of the robe flew all the way, lined with blood-stained white, poignant and desperate.

When she saw the scene in front of her, she couldn't help but be stunned, paused, and then moved forward.

Fu Yuanba changed his usual gray cloth robe, wore a red robe, and was fighting against Wu Yun, the ancestor of the Wu family. Chu Xiang, the ancestor of the Chu family, was carrying his hands on his back, obviously sweeping the formation from the side. Fu Yuanba's new Yuanying is not the real opponent of the old Yuanying of Wuyun, the red robe on his body is already wisps, full of scars, and the original festive red color carries ominous despair, and it is obvious that he will soon fall to the ground.

But what stunned Fu Lingpei was a pair of male and female monks standing with the children of the Wu and Chu families.

The male cultivator is handsome and slender, dressed in white, with a fluttering fairy posture, and a good skin, even in the cultivation realm, he is a first-class beautiful man, and he is looking here with heavy eyes at the moment. Is it pain, pleasure, or bitterness? Fu Lingpei couldn't read it, and he didn't want to understand it.

The female cultivator is as beautiful as a lotus, and she is also dressed in white, weak and slender, extremely lovable, and she is looking at her with a little light in her eyes at the moment. From a distance, it's really a good couple. It is Fu Lingpei's double cultivator Shen Qingchou and Fu Lingfei, the daughter of the Fu family.

"You, you, how dare you?!" Fu Lingpei stepped forward a few times, his eyes splitting. "The Fu family is full of people, and even children of a few years old have been wiped out. The blood of the Fu family can be covered with the ground under your feet?! Fu Lingfei, has the Fu family ever treated you badly?! Are you worthy of the master who taught you and the family that raised you?! ”

Fu Lingfei's face was dazed, and she looked at a loss, as if she was still an innocent girl who didn't understand the world. She glanced at Shen Qingchou and was about to speak.

Shen Qingchou shook his head and signaled that there was no need to say more.

Fu Lingpei looked at the familiar white-shirted male cultivator in front of her, still with a face that made her intoxicated, with a high nose and deep eyes, handsome and profound facial features, and still a standing posture like a lush forest and a bamboo, as if the clouds were clear and high, and they were not stained with dust.

Dust-free? Joke! She rolled her eyes in disgust, and flew towards Fu Yuanba's place, as if she didn't even look at him again, and then say a few more words to him, but she was disgusted with her eyes and dirty mouth.

"Don't come here!" Seeing this, Fu Yuanba was anxious, and his hands were even more desperate. There are only two people left in the Fu family, and they must not be cut off here. No matter what, it's time, it's lucky.

Seeing his desperateness, the dark clouds couldn't help but slow down. Monks have always spared their lives, and naturally they will not do their best unless they have to. What's more, the Chu family is watching from the sidelines, he can't work too hard, right?

Seeing this, Fu Yuanba rolled up his robe, and Fu Lingpei involuntarily flew out.

The two Jindan monks of Wu and Chu stepped on the flying magic weapon one after another, eager to chase after them to cut the grass and eradicate the roots.

Fu Yuanba has been saving for a long time, and he no longer spares his spiritual power, and his whole body is getting more and more swollen.

"Run, he's going to blow himself up!"

But apparently it's too late. The power of the Yuanying Monk's self-explosion is not something that ordinary people can stop. In addition to Fu Lingfei and Shen Qingchou, who were standing far away and did not chase after them, they were still intact, and even Wu Yun and Chu Xiang's Yuanying Cultivators were too close to each other, and they suffered a lot of internal injuries before they were saved. The rest of the elites of Wu and Chu were wiped out after this battle.

Fu Lingpei listened to the sound of self-explosion in the distance, and couldn't help but cry like rain. She understood that the ancestor's move was to preserve the only remaining root system of the Fu family, and she didn't want the Fu family to break its roots from now on, and Fu Lingfei, probably when she stood on the side of Wu Chu's two families, no one would treat her as a member of the Fu family anymore.

She wiped away her tears and bowed three times in the direction of the Fu family as a farewell. He planned to escape for his life first, and then try to do anything else.

"Where to escape?!" But it was Wu Yun and Chu Xiang who chased after the two yuan infant monks.

Fu Yuanba estimated that he couldn't expect it until he died, just because of his final fight, the elites of Wu and Chu were sluggish, and the dark clouds and Chu Xiang jumped like thunder. Originally, if there was only the pursuit of Brother Jindan, there would still be a chance to escape. Now the dark clouds and Chu Xiang did not hesitate to expend all the spiritual power of his body, and pursued him regardless of his internal injuries. This is not in line with his original intention.

Fu Lingpei was already cut off at this time, but she didn't plan to be caught. Forced out the essence and blood on the tip of the tongue, and the blood escaped. It was the secret technique she had acquired in a secret realm.

It's a pity that Jin Dan and Yuan Ying are like a moat that cannot be crossed. Fu Lingpei only escaped for a while, and the essence and blood all over his body were almost burned dry. Wu Yun and Chu Xiang were still stuck behind them, unable to get rid of them. She couldn't help but smile, her face turned pale, and she only thought regretfully, Ancestor, it's a pity, the Fu family is afraid that today, the clan will really be wiped out.

"Huh?" A hoarse magnetic voice came, and the tail note was gently hooked, and the sound alone was intoxicating. "So you're here?" A figure suddenly appeared in front of Fu Lingpei's eyes. Dressed in a big red shirt, he was hunted by the strong wind blowing in the air. The long black hair was not tied up, and it fell straight down like a waterfall. A pair of eyes like stars in the sky, bright and bright. Under the high bridge of his nose, the thin lip line seemed to be hooked with a smile, as if the things in front of him were interesting and aroused his interest.

It turned out to be the famous prodigal son Ding Yi sent by the Heavenly Sword. This person does things according to his mood, he is happy and angry, and he is arrogant, but who makes his family have a master who protects his shortcomings? Ordinary people didn't dare to mess with him, so they just silently suffered a loss. Fortunately, although he kept making small mistakes, he didn't make big mistakes, and he has lived safely until now.

Although Fu Lingpei has always been unable to see his demeanor, he has always stayed away, and later he was promoted to Yuanying as scheduled, and there was a big gap between him and her, and naturally there was little intersection.

"Interesting, interesting. The Fu family is full of only you, and when you become strong, it will be another bloody drama, I have to protect you well, and I can't let you die halfway. Ding Yi smiled evilly, and came up with words that Fu Lingpei couldn't understand. But that didn't stop her from understanding what he meant.

"Ahh

How could she, a Jindan monk, escape the joint attack of the two Yuanying monks. Ding Yi was also stunned, and hurriedly waved his sleeves to save it, but it was too late. The protective shield was directly broken. A fist and a palm with a terrifying spiritual power were directly imprinted on her chest, causing her five internal organs to be destroyed and her soul to be destroyed. She looked at it in a daze, but saw that the red clothes were scarlet, Ding Yi's face was incredulous, and he looked at her apologetically, his eyes were red. In his hands, he fought with Wu Yun and Chu Xiang.

It turns out that my last scene in this world is actually with you. Sorry, it seems, that bothered you. Fu Lingpei looked at the sky in the distance and lost consciousness.

Fu Lingpei woke up again. There was still a dull pain in his chest.

She had never felt a qiē so ridiculous. It seemed as if a large fog had covered her eyes, incredulous. To this day, she still can't understand it.

Why exactly did this qiē happen and how did it go to this point? What she trusted, betrayed her; The things on which she depended have perished; She is not blind, but she does a good deed to her every day. It was as if her previous world was a mistake, a confused, capitalized mistake upside down.

She had been lying numbly, the pain in her body could not relieve the anxiety in her heart, and the surrounding qi qi She still had a chiē in her mind that happened at that time, and she couldn't turn it around.

"Squeak-" The door opened. The figure that came in from behind the door froze her. Mother? How can it be a mother? Isn't she gone? Could it be, it's just a nightmare? An unrealistically real nightmare? So how can this explain the purpose of the whole life, and what dream can be so vivid, even the details are incomparably clear?

Fu Lingpei finally came out of her trance, looking at the top of the bed in front of her, the finely broken lilac green gauze tent, including this big bed, and the blue and white green glazed vase next to the bed, were the most familiar qiē in her childhood. Ever since she had tested the spiritual root qualifications, she had left this childhood room and entered the clan academy, and the room had also changed to the family center closer to the spiritual vein.

"Little Wu, are you feeling better? Don't blame your uncle, you trespassed into the ancestral hall, if it wasn't for your uncle who found out in time, would you have been able to get a good deal in the formation? Fortunately, the trapped array has not yet turned into a killing array, otherwise my mother is afraid that she will not be able to see you. Liao Lan stroked Fu Lingpei's forehead and said.

Fu Lingpei suddenly remembered something, when he was a child, he had not yet cultivated at the beginning, because he was curious and naughty, he was once punished by his uncle, but he didn't remember the reason, he only remembered that the pain of breaking his muscles and bones was still there. At that time, because she didn't cultivate, she couldn't bear the medicinal properties of the elixir, and the flesh wounds that could have been healed with only a few breaths made her lie down honestly for a month before she went to the ground. So, is she back to the beginning of her childhood when she didn't cultivate?

"Mother, has the uncle's exiled daughter been found?" Fu Lingpei asked. "Little Wu, where did you get this news from? This hasn't spread yet, you little clever ghost. Liao Lan didn't doubt him, and continued, "But your uncle's dying friend has sent back the news, saying that he will be sent back in the near future, and it's just a few days." ”

If this is the case, Fu Lingfei will come to the Fu family. Then, the fall of the Fu family is also a real thing. A qiē is not a nightmare, but a reality that is about to happen. Then she will return to the past, and she will inevitably prevent this qiē from happening and change the bleak ending of the Fu family. That qiē was waiting for Fu Lingfei's arrival. At that time, all the school-age children in the family and the branch should gather together to measure the spiritual root, and rest and nourish their bodies before thinking about anything else, she thought.

"Mother, Xiao Wu is tired, can you sleep with me and then go?" Fu Lingpei relaxed, but now he was reluctant to let his mother go. "Okay, you kid." Liao Lan moved her position and lay down with her. The room was suddenly silent, but warm and affectionate, Fu Lingpei finally let go of the tangled things in his heart and fell asleep.