The sky is white, casting a dazzling light.

He sat alone on the mountain, and when he saw that the sky was bright, he did not want to return to the temple. Wandering through the mountains and forests, wandering all night, the irritability and depression are still not relieved.

Fei Xie jumped to the top of the peak, looked at the mountains and forests, thinking about the ice coffin for more than ten years, Ah Xi showed no sign of sobriety, and his heart was desolate.

Standing on the top of the mountains, overlooking the outstanding scenery of Muyun Mountain, he is still depressed.

Even if the non-evil is immersed in the heart, he still sees the moves of the martial arts practitioner who rises in the morning from another mountain peak clearly.

When he returned to the temple, he was well aware of the situation around him. The Great Elders of the Void Meditation were in the temple, and they did not know the existence of non-evil, so they had lived in seclusion in the temple for more than ten years, and no one noticed.

According to the rules of the clan, the mountain is a holy place, and the clansmen are not allowed to go up the mountain without authorization.

Only when the moon is full and the moon is missing, the clan elders, witch gods, and witches can go up the mountain to observe the stars and push Bubulo.

During this period of time, the clan elders frequently went up the mountain to observe the stars and the stars, sometimes for several days and nights, without sleep.

Judging from this, it is not an evil speculation, and there must be a vision or something great happening this time.

On the mountain peak not far away, the hard-working young man is the next new patriarch Han Cuoyu!

Fei Xie sighed helplessly, although he worked tirelessly and practiced hard, it was a pity that his talent was insufficient, his qualifications were mediocre, and it was difficult to take on a big job.

He watched day by day, year after year, this person has not done anything, his skills are mediocre, his internal strength is mediocre, and his spiritual power is no different.

As a clansman, I am deeply heartbroken, is it the will of heaven!

The hundred-year-old Wu clan is no longer prosperous and is declining day by day. Thousands of elections were pushed, but they miscalculated, hoping to revive the grand occasion, but they did not expect the election to be mediocre.

With the years of teaching by the great elders, the teachings of the gods, and the great power of the Wuzun, Han Cuo is still unable to appreciate the essence, how can he control the majestic momentum of the Venerable? Revive a century-old reputation

The future is worrying!

I think that the great elders saw that he was practicing hard and had no complaints, but they really couldn't bear to blame him for his stupidity, so they could only hold on to completing the mission.

Fei Xie stared at him for a moment, and saw that he made every move, but the progress was not obvious, and he felt bored, let it go, and turned around and walked up.

There was a sudden roar behind him, it was a tearing sound of utter despair, Fei Xie paused, turned his head in shock, and saw Han Cuo lying down and crying bitterly!

Non-evil heart shocked, although his qualifications are mediocre, but his mind is thorough, he knows his own shortcomings, and he is powerless to change, and he is stagnant, how can he not be depressed? Worried?

What a wretched man!

Fei Xie shook his head, his eyes were full of pity, if it weren't for the fate of the calamity, he couldn't help himself, he was a simple and simple ordinary person, why was he so sad?

In the middle of each month, when the moon is full, according to the custom, Han Cuo enters the Fenggu Cave to retreat and practice for five days. At this time, it is out of the customs, how he is depressed and worried, at a loss and helpless, he still has to look back and create.

Estimating the period of the year, it will not be long before Han Cuo is bound to come out of the view, because he is born unwise, and he delays the period of the view, which is a full three years. I don't know how the old patriarch and the clan elders should be anxious? Secretly blame the Great Elders for their negligence and slackness!

Only the non-evil knows the reason!

Sure enough, Han Cuo's roar broke and stopped, tidied up his clothes, swept away his embarrassment, straightened his body, and drove down the peak.

Seeing this, Fei Xie still felt admiration in his heart, and he also walked away.

The two jumped down the mountain one after another, one after the other around the peak forest, Xu was fully aware of their own existence, for many years, no one bothered anyone, as if familiar strangers.

If it is not an evil calculation, bypassing this steep cliff, they will meet at the head of the ridge. With compassion, he had a whim, if he could meet him, he would be willing to pluck him, whether he understood it or not, and it depended on his creation.

However, Fei Xie did not meet Han Cuoyu, he was a little unwilling, walked slowly, paused, and still did not see Han Cuoyu's figure.

Could this kid not have cried enough to hide in a hidden forest to vent?

No, I can't! He has survived more than 20 years of boring cultivation life, how can he fall short and be ruined at this moment?

The non-evil is incomprehensible, and he can't, so he can only think angrily, "This fool is born with a thin fortune, and it is rare for the old man to have such a good thought, so he can help him, why is he so unenlightened?" Whatever it is! In the end, I didn't have a chance with him.

The non-evil flicked his sleeves on his back, strode down the mountain, and when he reached the halfway point, he suddenly turned around and walked back.

He still doesn't understand, at that moment, what was going on, he went backwards?

The strange thing is that he returned and walked around the cliff of the steep peak, but he still couldn't find the cold and the cold!

Fei Xie frowned and pondered, and a scene flashed through his mind, and when he jumped off the mountain, a shadow fell from the top of the cliff, and he fell at a gallop.

At that time, he didn't care, not only the curiosity of the good deeds, but also the snooping on Muyun Mountain, all of them were killed in the wilderness, and the bones were buried in the soul, and there were countless of them. In recent years, although it has stopped somewhat, there are still occasional people who are not widespread.

Indeed, because of that shadow, like a dying eagle falling, the arrow rushed down, and the speed was so fast that the non-evil had no time to take care of it, and his mind was full of cold and decadent and helpless appearance.

Could it be that the cold is so cold...

Fei Xie patted his head, screamed, raised his luck, flew over the treetops, soared over the peak, and after some painstaking search, he finally met him in the lush jungle, on a flat terrain.

At that time, Han Cuo was dying, and not far away there was a man unconscious, and he struggled to crawl to the man's side. After looking at it for a moment, he seemed to have made up his mind, and took off his mask tremblingly and put it on him. After doing this, Han Cuo fell next to the man, and blood kept gushing from the corners of his mouth.

Shocked, he glanced over, leaned over and grabbed Han Cuoyu's wrist, the meridians were broken, the five internal organs were damaged, and he was already lacking in skills.

He actually went into danger to save the man who fell off the cliff!

Evil and frightened and angry, this stupid man, for the sake of a person who is not alike, disregards the prosperity and decline of the clan?

Fei Xie's other palm rested on the pulse of the unconscious man, and he was stunned, although the meridians were damaged, the body was highly poisonous, and his life hung by a thread. But he has profound internal strength, outstanding and prosperous, and it is rare to see that he is so young, and he has such a cultivation.

Non-evil suddenly understood, why did Han Cuoyu desperately save each other?

He wants to be free!

His qualifications are mediocre, his cultivation is not good, he has no virtue, and he has wasted all the elders' painstaking and good deeds, and has cultivated for many years. He was miserable, distraught, tormented, and overwhelmed.

This man who is in danger and dying, but his skills are powerful and extraordinary.

Han Cuo was stunned, with such strong internal strength, even the secret Wu Zun could only be between the best. Seeing that he is only the same age, he is actually a genius!

After Han Cuo was stunned, he gradually sobered up, extremely calm, he had never made a decision at this moment, and a sharp voice sounded in his head: Virtue is not in place, why not let Xian!

This voice is none other than himself!

Although Han Cuoyu was born without endowment and is not a talent in martial arts, he has been taught by the elders since he was a child, and he has accumulated a lot of experience.

He poured out all the power he had learned all his life, and it was his timely rescue that saved the man's breath.

Non-evil to help up the self-destructive power, exhausted Han Cuo, sad in his heart, even if he is not wise, you are righteous in your heart, in the end, with a moth to the fire, in danger to win, desperate fight.

Han Cuo squirmed his lips vigorously, blood gushing out, exhausting his mental strength, before he could say a word, he was speechless, unable to hang his arms, his eyes were unwilling, and he stared at the non-evil sadly.

Fei Xie knew his intentions, sighed abruptly, and nodded slowly.

Han Cuo's face was relaxed, a grateful smile appeared, suddenly, there was a convulsion, his eyes were round, and his feet kicked a few times, silently.

The water waves gathered their eyes, and the non-evil raised his head and sighed, stretched out his hand to caress it, and closed his unobtrusive eyes. For a long time, he looked down at the stiff Han Cuo in his arms, and his miserable face was not inferior to his handsome appearance. It's just a frowning brow, mourning his short and busy life, even if he passes, he can't rest in peace, because his brow is always blocked and never stretched.

Dig on the spot, drop him into a pit, fill in the earth with a wave of his hand, a mound of land, a lonely grave and bones, and the grave is desolate.

Han Cuo, he is finally free!

Fei Xie looked up at the sky, the sun was shining, he picked up the man who had only a breath left, and flew away.

Non-evil carried him into the peak valley cave, this is the place of retreat and cultivation of Han Cuo, after the hour did not return, the void should have some movement, go up the mountain to seek.

The non-evil desire removed the mask, and the palm of his hand hung in the air, but he finally withdrew it and turned to leave.

Although Han Cuo saved him with his life, the life and death of this person are uncertain, and it depends on his creation, whether that breath can be rescued by the Great Elder.

"The Great Elder found a cold cuo that still had a breath, and under the horror, what happened to the timeless? He brought it back to the temple, and luck healed him, but unexpectedly, the great elders were counterattacked and killed one by one..."After Fei Xie finished speaking, he seemed to exhaust all his strength and held his forehead low.

After a while, he looked up at Su Liruo, who was curled up at the end of the couch, not moving at all, and was a little surprised, how dead was her appearance? Or is it too shocking to lose your mind?

Fei Xie stood up slowly, and said in a deep voice: "Girl, what you said, I believe you a little, if he is really the Seventh Prince, he also has his own providence in the dark, not what you can do." Moreover, his memory and thoughts are all bits and pieces that carry the cold cuo, which cannot be changed and are deeply rooted. After all, how could he get rid of the shackles of Han Cuo's life's rescue and the power of shackles? Besides, he was burdened with many lives and calamities of the Great Elders, how could he be left alone? ”

After speaking, Fei Xie glanced deeply, and Su Liruo, who was as solid as a stone statue, raised his feet and stepped forward.

Let's go to the tower! A crisp voice came from behind him, shaking his heart, and he paused, and he turned his head.

Su Liruo, who was still and did not move, raised her eyes and looked at each other, huge tears rolled down, dripping on the edge of the couch, making a desolate and sad sound.

Fei Xie's gaze could no longer be taken away, he was stunned for a moment, and spit out a few words with difficulty: "It's getting late, you have to rush back before you have a child..."

As soon as his words fell, Su Liruo nodded desperately, jumped up, stumbled a few steps, plopped and fell, ignoring the pain, stumbling and running.

Fei Xie watched her figure disappear and sighed bitterly.

Su Liruo ran anxiously along the narrow tunnel, fell a few times on the way, tore the hem of her skirt, and scraped her palms. She knew that every step was losing the few hours that were left, and she couldn't afford to wear them out, and now, for her, the moments were precious and never returned.

Finally out of the crossing, the dark mountain night, the wind rises in the forest, the intimidating peaks and valleys, it is like a ghost, crying and howling, which is creepy.

Su Liruo couldn't tell where the peaks and valleys were going for a while, so he hurriedly turned around, groping his way hard, and he was bumpy all the way, and he fell several times. It had taken a long time for her to find the Peak Valley Cave, and she rushed into it frantically.

With a bang, the stone door was pushed open, and the people in the stone room were stunned.

Ah Xin had just changed his clothes for Han Cuo, and was about to put on the wind when the door was suddenly opened, which shook Ah Xin's hands and the wind horn fell to the ground.

Ah Yuan was also frightened, so he saw the person who appeared at the door, and exclaimed happily: "Sister..."

Su Liruo was embarrassed, staring at the person who was thinking about it stupidly, and walked into the threshold with trembling steps, as if there was no one else, his eyes were full of him.

He suddenly came back to his senses and glanced at the two teenagers.

Ah Xin understood, hurriedly picked up the wind on the ground, hung it on the side shelf, pulled Ah Yuan, who was happy but had not yet reacted, and rushed away, casually closing the stone door.

Su Liruo stopped one step away from him, his eyes touched, and he stared at him quietly.

His eyes sank, and she in front of him had a haggard and pale face, her hair was messy and drooping, her forehead was covered with beads of sweat, her plain clothes were dirty, and her skirt was also torn and damaged.

What is she?

"You—" As soon as he spoke, she threw herself into her arms and hugged him tightly.

He was shocked, and the scenes that had been entangled in his mind for the past two days gradually became clear, and a familiar picture appeared in front of him. made him even more sure that she had come before, and she had hugged her like this, and even wept bitterly.

Su Liruo couldn't wait to crush herself, stuff it into his chest, and merge the two into one.

Her strength made him palpate, perhaps because she had never been so ragged, or because she looked crazy.

He raised his arms, hesitated, and hung in the air.

Su Liruo pressed against his chest, closed her eyes and listened to his heartbeat, laughing and crying, this is the most beautiful sound in the world, shocking her ears and warming her heart.

The past came to her mind one by one, covering her thoughts, she had no time to take care of it, and she didn't have time to elaborate, she just wanted to feel the last warmth in his arms at this moment, and experience the spoiling of the past.

Su Liruo slowly let go of his hand, stroked his collar, and pulled it hard, and the collar button collapsed.

Startled, he grabbed her wrist with one hand to stop her from continuing to tear.

This is the grand dress of tonight's sacrifice to the heavens, what is she going to do?

Su Liruo seems to know, but time keeps draining, and she can't care so much.

The pain in her wrist made her frown, but her face was full of tenderness, and she said softly, "I'll look at your injury..."

He let go, breathing heavily, and let her take off her clothes one by one.

Su Liruo touched the scar on his chest, biting his lip desperately, desperately enduring the turbulence in his heart, but his hand couldn't suppress the stroke.

He breathed as the fireworks in his chest seemed to burst out. Before she could go around her back to inspect the wound, he grabbed her, and Su Liruo fell into her arms, her cold cheeks hitting her strong and burning chest, and there was a mixture of heat and cold.

He held her hands, several wounds on the palms of their palms, blood coagulated, and he was stunned: was she in a hurry to see him? How did you fall like this? She is elegant and clean, and she can't even care about dirty clothes.

She...

His heart ached faintly, his eyes were full of pity, and he couldn't help but bow his head and blow his breath, which seemed to relieve the pain of the wound.

His pitiful eyes reflected her infatuation, and suddenly, he froze, and stared at Su Liruo standing on tiptoe and covering his lips.