When the darkest meets the brightest, the sharpest meets the softest, and the blood poison meets purification, everything will return to the beauty it should have, and it will last forever.

The colorful light of the snow lotus gradually dimmed, and the blood poison mad sand was attracted from Su Qi'er's body by a strange force. When the golden sand attaches to the sparkling snowdrop, the petals begin to wither and dissipate into the air. Fortunately, the power of the snow lotus was strong enough, and when the blood poison sand in Su Qi'er's body was completely forced out, the petals of the last snow lotus also dissipated in the air.

"What kind of poison is this poisonous blood mad sand? Even if the snow lotus is so powerful, it is just enough to restrain it. Liuyi asked in surprise.

"According to Elder Xuanqing, it was the blood shed by the ancient demonic beast Qiqi when it was defeated, sprinkled in the Eight Desolate Lands, and combined with the yellow sand, forming what people call the poisonous blood mad sand today. However, Elder Xuanqing also said that the land of poisonous blood and wild sand is a forbidden land. Where there is no grass, there is no life.

Even if you are a person who is very strong in cultivation, you will lose yourself under that kind of power and gradually be swallowed up by the darkness. Therefore, that place is full of terrifying legends, and basically no one dares to approach that place. That stinky Taoist priest really has some ability and guts, and he dares to step into the forbidden land and take the blood poison mad sand, it seems that we must be careful of him in the future. Lan'er said.

At this time, Xuanyuan Popo was quietly guarding next to his master, watching him quietly, watching the whiteness of his lips return to blood red, and watching his face without a trace of blood gradually return to ruddy. Listening to the master's dull cough, Xuanyuan's broken eyes were filled with tears, and the picture of empathy with the master was vivid, although he was very improper, but he did teach himself a lot of things.

Just like his father's love, when he was at his most depressed, the sudden appearance of the master became his strongest dependence.

"Xuanyuan Popo, don't be sad, go back and rest. I'm guarding here, it's fine. You have just come back, and you are still injured, go back and rest quickly, don't your master wake up and you will fall, which is the last thing he wants to see. Zhonghan flicked Xuanyuan's broken back and comforted.

With a trace of nostalgia, Xuanyuan Popo left here, gradually moving away, and an inseparable pain rippled in Xuanyuan Popo's heart.

The night is dark and the wind is high, the cool breeze is green, and Xuanyuan is broken but can't sleep at night.

Turning over and over at the head of the bed, the previous picture flashed in his mind, Master, Lan'er, father, mother. These most important people in his life echoed in Xuanyuan Po's mind, this life and death parting seemed to have given him a lot of trauma, he almost couldn't come back, almost never saw the world again, far away from all his relatives, far away from the people he thought was the most important.

At that time, it was the belief in living that supported him, for his father, for his mother, and for his master...... For the people he cared about, he walked out of the realm of death in the realm of mountains and seas in Yaoshan. But now that I think about it, Xuanyuan Popo's heart is still a little afraid, that feeling of nothingness, that darkness that can't see the direction.

Xuanyuan Po was worried, worried that he would not encounter the same predicament in the future, and whether he would be so lucky to come out of the brink of death.

When the cold moonlight shines through the cold window and reflects on Xuanyuan's broken face, he looks down at the bright moon and thinks of his hometown.

Xuanyuan Popo opened his eyes, and the moon reminded him of his family, of his father and mother. I haven't been home for more than a month, and this time I went to Yaoshan, obviously passing by my own home, but after hesitating for a moment, I became a passerby. It's not that he doesn't want home, it's not that he doesn't want to go home, he just doesn't know how to face his father.

Until now, Xuanyuan Popo still didn't know why his father wanted to stop him. He just wants to earn more money with his own skills, he just doesn't want his father to live under the feet of others anymore, listen to other people's dispatches, and can't resist even if he is insulted. The picture of the old landlord Pixiu bullying his father is still vivid, and ten years have passed, Xuanyuan Popo has never forgotten his father's groveling appearance.

That moment was engraved in his heart like a seal, and even the vicissitudes of time could not erase the pain of that moment. Looking at the most powerful and trustworthy person in his heart, in order to protect himself, in order to keep himself well fed, he fell in front of others and gave up any dignity......

Thinking of this, Xuanyuan Popo couldn't sleep even more, he wanted to become strong. But the people he cared about the most stood in front of him and told him to let him live an ordinary life. Sometimes he felt like a cold food, like the grass that swayed in the wind, and he didn't know whether to obey or rise up to resist.

Xuanyuan Popo strolled in the courtyard of Longmen, facing the cold autumn wind, looking at the bright moon in the sky and the stars lighting up the sky. Before he knew it, he had arrived at the Moon Observatory, a small pavilion on a hill in the courtyard of the Dragon Gate.

But as his footsteps drew closer, a vague and familiar figure appeared in front of him, sitting on the railing of the small pavilion, leaning against the columns of the pavilion. He looked up at the starry sky and drank a big gulp of wine, as if he had reached the vicissitudes of life.

It was Liuyi's figure, they were familiar with each other, so that Xuanyuan Popo recognized him at a glance, but Liuyi's vicissitudes of life, Xuanyuan Popo was the first time he saw him.

Hearing Xuanyuan's broken footsteps, Liuyi hurriedly wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, pretending to be his usual grinning appearance.

"What's the matter? homesick?" Liuyi took a sip of the liquor and threw the flask into Xuanyuan's broken arms.

"How do you know?"

Liuyi smiled: "Since I was a child, didn't you always come here to see the moon when you missed home? ”

Xuanyuan Popo looked at the liquor in his hand, smiled bitterly, and took a sip of the liquor: "Heh~, don't mention the old past, now that I have a home, I don't know how to go back." With that, Xuanyuan Popo sat on the stone bench, sighed deeply, and threw the wine jug to Liuyi, melancholy for the first time on the face of this young and frivolous child.

"If you want me to say, you should go back and apologize to your father, what is it? It is only right for the boy to admit his mistake to Lao Tzu...... If he doesn't let you cultivate immortals, don't cultivate immortals, anyway, you don't have a spiritual root, so you don't mix anything.

If he doesn't let you dart, don't do it, anyway, there is no shortage of you as a dart master in my family, not to mention that he is worried about your safety. There's nothing wrong with being submissive, don't always go against him, make him happy. Don't be like me, when you want to make him happy, it's already ...... There is no time. Silent in my heart. ”