It seems that only the starry sky above your head will never die, and whenever you look up, you can feel their presence.

How firmly she had believed in it! And I am deeply happy about it! No matter what, she can see those beautiful stars.

However, at this moment, she felt that the beauty in her heart was shattered, and the starry sky disappeared, and she couldn't find it, because of what air pollution!

She was even a little frightened, wanting to shout out, and even trying to settle accounts with the person who caused the "air pollution".

Fortunately, Sikong Xing told her that there were no stars in this sky, and they could be seen elsewhere.

These words calmed down the little dragon girl.

"yes," she said, "I saw it last night." ”

"These people are indeed a little pitiful," said Sikong Xing, "but they also have their stars." ”

"Their stars?" The little dragon girl was puzzled, "Where is it?" ”

"That's the ones," Sikong Xing pointed to the bright lights on the ground, "and that's their stars." ”

There are countless lights in the city, and they are very bright.

"Maybe," the little dragon girl looked at it a few times, and then she felt tired, unlike the starry sky, which could make her stare until she fell asleep, "I think these things are dazzling and pale, contrived and ugly." ”

"So I don't live in the city." Sikong Xing said with a smile.

"I agree with Uncle." The little dragon girl said with a smile.

She is very happy, the so-called bosom friend is hard to find, confidant is hard to find, she feels that this friend of her father is really and has an appetite for her.

Similarly, Sikong Xing is also very happy.

Along the way, the little dragon girl is like a curious baby, asking questions, eager to figure out everything about modern civilization.

In fact, they could have flown to Jianghan City earlier, but in order to satisfy the curiosity of the little dragon girl, they stopped and stopped.

Sikong Xing still remembers that when he told the little dragon girl that the blue, long, pointed head thing was not a dragon, but a high-speed train, the little dragon girl was a little disappointed and a little surprised.

They followed the high-speed train for a long time, until they saw a huge playground, the Ferris wheel slowly turning, and the roller coaster speeding up and down, and the little dragon girl stopped.

However, although all this wasted too much time, Sikong Xing was also happy.

Because, in this process, Xiaolongnu kept letting down her guard, and she believed in it even more.

Now, they have finally arrived in Jianghan City, and Sikong Xing is really full of pride.

He seemed to have seen that he and his apprentices had set a trap, and the little dragon stepped into it, and then they successfully caught it, and finally sawed off the dragon's horns and ground them into powder.

Perfect, isn't it? They get the powder of the dragon horn and put down a large array of flowers and trees, and then the apprentice can have a special physique, oh my God, it is really a natural vein!

Even if we can't break through the realm of moving mountains, so what? My apprentice is a person with a special physique, and he will become a legend in the future, and I am his master.

The thought made his heart flutter, and he was enveloped in a great sense of satisfaction.

Except for the apprentice who didn't answer the phone, he was very happy all the way.

Why doesn't the apprentice answer the phone? He was busy, he didn't like to look at his phone, he explained too much, Sikong Xing didn't even want to think about it, he didn't want to let this little accident ruin his good mood.

That's when he saw someone flying towards him.

"Which fellow Daoist is it?" The person who came was a mountain-moving realm monk, who flew very fast, and was greeting him from a long distance.

Sikong Xing heard that this was the mountain god of Luojia Mountain and one of the organizers of the Seven Mountains Conference.

He was originally a little strange, in the huge Jianghan City, two cultivators could actually bump into each other, and they happened to know each other?

Only the mountain gods of the Seven Mountains Conference would pay attention to every monk who flew to Jianghan City at this time.

"Brother Mountain God, long time no see." Say hello.

"It turned out to be a commonplace!" The mountain god was taken aback, and then, his face turned strange.

Sikong Xing was originally very happy, but as soon as the other party's face changed, his mood was not good.

He's seen too many of these situations, and he's experienced too many of these face-changes.

When someone saw him flying in the sky, they thought he was a master of moving mountains, so they came up to say hello excitedly, but found that it was him, and immediately changed his stinky face.

It seems to say that he is the only one who can fly, but he does not deserve respect.

Sikong Xing felt very bad in his heart, and he wanted to say goodbye immediately and go to see his apprentice, which would make him feel better.

At this time, he heard the mountain god of Luojia Mountain say:

"Friends of the common way, please mourn!"

Condolences? Sikong Xing was shocked.

What do I mourn? He thought, I'm damn you!

The older generation is very taboo about death, so he instinctively wants to scold.

However, considering the identity of the other party's head snake, he still endured and said: "Brother Mountain God, this is good, why do I mourn me?" ”

"Your apprentice died so miserably," said the mountain god of Luojia Mountain, "the seven orifices bleed......

Rumble!

It was as if there was a thunderbolt ringing in his ears, and he stood in place, dumbfounded, motionless.

He said my apprentice died? Seven orifice bleeding?

The only moment of astonishment was that Sikong Xing broke out, and he didn't believe it at all, or rather, didn't want to believe it.

"What the fuck are you talking about!" Sikong Xing said angrily, "You old bamboo, which should have died 10,000 times, can't even use the fire!" ”

The mountain gods of the seven mountains are all demon cultivators, and the mountain gods of Luojia Mountain are a purple bamboo into essence.

Sikong Xing is not a master of moving mountains, and it stands to reason that he should not have the courage to insult a mountain god like this.

However, the other party joked about his lover and cursed his lover to die violently, then he really couldn't bear it.

"Sikong Daoyou," Luojia Mountain Mountain God was not angry at all, but showed a look of consolation, "You have to accept the reality, I know this is a heavy blow, you have to hold on!" ”

In the face of this sincere tone, Sikong Xing's stomach was full of fire, and he couldn't send it out at all.

Is my apprentice really dead? He doesn't look like he's lying to me.

Yes, the other party is the mountain god of Luojia Mountain, and he has a mediocre relationship, so there is no need to lie to him at all, and the stalk can't be joking.

Thinking of this, Sikong Xing was terrified.

"My apprentice is dead?" Sikong Xing asked, his voice trembling a little, "You're not lying to me?" ”

"The corpse is parked in the Qinglou," said the mountain god of Luojia Mountain, "I'll take you to see it." ”

Sikong Xing's body shook a little, but fortunately he was supported by the little dragon girl, otherwise his rotten bones would have fallen.

"Alas, it's all to blame on that fugitive, it's so ruthless!" The mountain god said this, and led Sikong Xing to the Qinglou.

Five minutes later, Sikong Xing came to the Qinglou and saw the body of his apprentice.

Sikong Jian was lying on a morgue with a white cloth covering his body.

Sikong Xing could hardly believe that this was true, he walked slowly to the corpse step by step, stretched out his hand, and lifted the white cloth.

Then he saw Sikongjian's blood-stained face, and his dead eyes.

The person who collected the corpse did not do much processing, this is the rule, there are many vendettas on the cultivation path, and it is not an accident to expose the corpse wilderness, generally speaking, when someone picks up the corpse, it will only be simply disposed of, and then given to his family intact.

This is done so that the relatives of the victims know how the deceased was treated during their lifetime, so that they can experience hatred and pain, which they deserve and no one has the right to deprive them.

Sikong Xing was realizing at this moment, he looked at the blood stain on his apprentice's face, the blood stain could not hide the paleness and dead silence, he looked at the apprentice's round eyes, and his apprentice did not blink an eye.

He felt that everything around him, the sounds, the wind, was frozen and disintegrated, there was nothing left, his brain was blank, everything he had experienced in the past few hundred years, this moment was drifting away with the wind, and there was nothing left.

No, there's still some left, and that's about his apprentice.

He saw a little beggar in the street, unclothed and dirty-faced, holding a small bowl, trying to ask for money from the passing crowd.

He saw that the beggar had a unique root and bone and had the potential to cultivate, so he went over and pinched his bone to confirm his conjecture.

The beggar looked at him in fear, and the look in his eyes made him feel some pity in his heart.

He is not a saint, not even a good person, and naturally he doesn't care about a beggar, there are countless beggars in the world, where can he take care of it?

However, since you can practice, then you have a reason to take care of it, so let's take care of it.

So, he took the child with him through the ups and downs of decades.

Sometimes, like all teachers and even parents, he asks himself, is it worth it?

A few hours ago, the apprentice told him on the phone that everything he did was worth it, and the apprentice was not in vain.

A few minutes ago, he was full of joy that he had deceived a dragon, which meant that the apprentice could have a special physique, and he was also honored.

Now, the apprentice is dead, and the seven orifices are bleeding to death, lying here, lying on this cold bed.

Sikong Xing felt that this was like a dream, he stretched out his hand and slapped himself in the face, trying to fan himself awake, but unfortunately it hurt.

He wanted to cry, but he was more than 200 years old this year, and he couldn't cry in front of so many people.

But tears are such a thing, if you don't want to flow, you won't flow, and if you want to, it's hard to hold back.

How can you not cry when your lover is dead? Sikong Xing cried, as an old man who was lonely, he cried with old tears.

"Mourning," the mountain god of Luojia Mountain comforted him, "we are all old people, and we can't afford to be sad." ”

"Uncle," said the little dragon girl, "please mourn." ”

Where did Sikong Xing listen? He reached out to wipe his tears and choked up, "What the fuck is going on......"

"I don't know the specifics," said the mountain god of Luojia Mountain, his face changed again, and became a little strange, "There are a few juniors who have witnessed everything, I will call you to tell you." ”

Under the narration of onlookers-by, Sikong Xing understood everything.

"Kidnapped a little girl? The little girl's brother is chasing after her? Sikong Xing asked crying.