"Hundred-story Soul Refining Tower?"

Yun Qingchuan repeated with some doubts, waiting for the dream to solve his doubts.

But she didn't speak again, but instead flicked her fingertips, and a little light hit his eyebrows, telling him the details of the hundred-layer soul refining tower.

Yun Qingchuan closed his eyes and realized, and when he opened his eyes again, the surrounding environment changed again.

...

In the palace where the clouds fall and the frost falls, the dream is to speak and stop.

"He's going to have to face it. ”

Falling Frost gives the answer directly telepathically.

"Will the little boy succeed...?"

"Do you know the answer? Nobody knows, in my opinion, it's good not to die. At the very least, he should face it head-on!"

“... Believe it, little boy!"

...

Outside, the sun is about to set.

In front of him was no longer the closed palace, but a hundred-story golden pagoda.

This golden pagoda has 100 layers, the whole body presents dark gold, there are 100 zhang high, standing up to the sky, magnificent and extraordinary, solemn and majestic, the exposed dark gold tower wall shines brightly under the illumination of the setting sun.

But its appearance is also full of scars and stains that have been baptized by the years, making the tower table a little gray, and rubbing the shadow for its gorgeous appearance, and even moss grows in its shadow.

Under the afterglow of the setting sun, it is like a dying old golden-armored god of war, standing on the top of the mountain, tracing the past eventful years.

...

In front of Yun Qingchuan, a pitch-black and deep space gate appeared, it seemed to be like a death vortex in the deep sea, which could devour everything and constantly devour his soul.

"I've informed everyone, don't worry about you.

Whether you want to enter or leave, everything is up to you, and you have one last chance to choose. ”

The cold sound of falling frost came from the void, making Yun Qingchuan feel an inexplicable chill in his heart, but he still gritted his teeth and resolutely walked into the dark and deep gate.

Yes, it should always be faced!

...

The hundred-story soul refining tower was handed over to Luoshuang by the Qinghuang back then. Few people know its true power, but it can hone the mind and spirit for sure.

From the hands of the Qinghuang, it is definitely a peerless treasure of the first class in the world, but no one will use it, including Luoshuang, she only knows the basic control method, and the Qinghuang only told her so much back then.

And this tower involves a lot, there are many causes and effects, I'm afraid I can only wait for Yun Qingchuan to understand it himself.

...

Walking in the darkness, Yun Qingchuan did not have a clear sense of direction, he didn't know how long he had been walking, but he didn't dare to stop, as if there was something very important waiting for him in front of him.

The tower has 100 floors, am I going through a hundred tests?

Or is it...

There is light, there is light ahead!

When that familiar light!

It's a blue and clear blue light!

Yun Qingchuan's heart beat faster, and he ran towards that blue light with all his might!

The road on the ground began to become rough and bumpy, and even dark thorns appeared.

However, he was not afraid, he was still smiling excitedly!

Tired, getting more and more tired, he felt that he had lost all his strength and became a mortal, and even his clothes and appearance were changing.

But he didn't pay any attention to it!

There was a light in his eyes, a glimmer of blue reflected in the endless darkness!

Even if you sweat, even if you are exhausted, even if you run out of oil, even if you crawl the ground, the flesh and blood of the grinding are blurred, dragging out an endless bloody road behind you!

He roared, he roared, he forgot everything!

He just wanted to get close to that light!

He just had to look at her again!

Finally, it's close... This light is so warm...

...

When he opened his eyes, what did Yun Qingchuan see?

The snow fluttering like goose feathers is so beautiful, yet so cold.

It has covered the whole world with a holy silver veil, as if it can temporarily cover up all the ugliness and ugliness under the silver veil.

Sludge, rotting flesh, garbage, stinky water, everything was covered under the white snow.

Under the cold moonlight, the snow reflected the holy light.

The snow was already a foot thick, and the young Yun Qingchuan was holding a thin-faced girl and squatting on a pile of rotten wood in the corner.

He looked like he was eight or nine years old, but he was actually only five.

Feeling the biting cold, he shook the tattered clothes on his body, shook off the snow that pressed on his body, and then hugged the little girl in his arms tightly.

The snow had buried the beggar who had frozen to death, but fortunately, his naked body only stenched when it thawed.

"Brother, cold..."

The little girl in his arms let out a subtle moan, which made his heart twist like a knife.

"Xiaoyun is good, Xiaoyun is good, don't sleep, my brother will buy you a sugar gourd right away..."

Yun Qingchuan's voice was hoarse and choked, he wanted to cry, but he didn't dare, because the tears would freeze...

Touching the scar on Xiao Yun's face with trembling hands, he felt that his body was getting colder and colder, and he felt that something in his body was about to explode.

In the cold wind, Yun Qingchuan tried to stay awake, and unconsciously recalled the past...

He didn't know where he came from and who his parents were. Ever since he was conscious, he had appeared in a wood, growing up in a she-wolf den.

His body grew rapidly, and his mind was surprisingly mature, and no one taught him, but he understood what it was necessary to survive.

In the same winter, the she-wolf was killed by humans, he hid in the snowdrift behind a tree and saw it clearly, and then... He began to wander.

He came to the dwelling place of mankind, was spurned, ate garbage, was bitten by dogs, expelled by beggars, and was beaten by drunken people as punching bags, with a blue nose and swollen face...

And Xiaoyun was picked up by him.

It was a year after he came to the human world, on the same snowy night, she appeared next to his rotten grass pile in the grove, not crying, not making trouble, no clothes, petite and weak, already frozen purple and bruised.

Is this fate?

Margin?

At that time, he didn't know anything, he just quickly untied the layers of rags wrapped around his body, pressed her tightly to his chest, and then wrapped his clothes again, and used his somewhat cold body to warm her.

He knew that this would make it more difficult for him to survive, but he had a gut feeling that if he abandoned it, he would regret it for the rest of his life!

Fortunately, with some rotten fruit and snow water frozen in the snow, they survived the most cruel snow of that winter.

At that time, Yun Qingchuan didn't know a few words, but he liked the clouds floating in the sky very much, they were elegant, they were free.

So stay and call yourself Dayun and name the girl Xiaoyun.

They were lucky enough to survive that winter, and then relied on each other for their lives, but Xiaoyun's body was still very weak, her face was yellow and shriveled, and she looked like she was going to die, and no one would beat her idea.

Yun Qingchuan has no choice but to take her all the time and earn a bite of food by buying physical strength in various things, but how can a child compare to an adult?

He is still precarious, surviving only by begging and picking up garbage.

also carried a sick seedling who was about to die, which naturally attracted a lot of beggars to ridicule, Yun Qingchuan also covered Xiaoyun's ears and suffered silently.

Their happiest time is when they pick up a sugar gourd that someone has dropped on the ground and thrown away, or has eaten half of it.

It's really sweet...

But this winter, because they were worried that Xiaoyun's disease would be contagious, the beggars beat them and asked them to fend for themselves in this beautiful snowy night...

Yun Qingchuan's consciousness was a little blurred, and a piece of snow slipped off his head, which woke him up.

He felt that the weak delicate body in his arms was getting colder and colder, no!

Think of a way!

He laboriously raised his right hand, biting through the flesh on one side with his cold teeth, and quickly clenched his palm, close to the corner of Xiaoyun's mouth, letting the hot blood flow into her body.

"Xiaoyun... Don't sleep... The juice of the sugar gourd melted... Let's see if it's sweet or not..."

Although the corners of his mouth were frozen purple and blue, he still kept exhaling hot air with his mouth to prevent the wound and blood from being frozen.

"Sweet... Brother... It's so sweet..."

That's good...

I don't know when, Yun Qingchuan's consciousness continued to blur, but he felt more and more that there was a scorching power in his body, and he lost his senses, as if he had emptied everything, and his soul was out of his body...

Is this death?

Pity... But isn't that a better option...

He felt a soft light shining on his body, very warm, very warm...

His eyes were closed, and a thin slit opened slightly, and he saw the sky full of cyan splendor, gorgeous and holy.

It seems that there is a fairy in the clouds, stepping on the green lotus, hazy beauty, so beautiful...

Who is she? Is she a fairy? Is she taking us away...

Yun Qingchuan gradually lost consciousness, or fell into darkness again.