Hua Chengcheng pouted and said sullenly: "I'm really fine, it's just that I calculated that Qingci didn't have a good time in Lingru, and I felt a little uncomfortable." ”

Who knew that her words were exchanged for a man's soft snort, "Heh, you and that kid only got along for a few days back then, what does it have to do with you whether he is doing well or not?"

"It has nothing to do with me, but it's really because of this that I feel uncomfortable, and I can't figure out why, that's why I have such a look on my face. Hua Allure felt that his defense was a little weak, but he still pointed to his past self and tried to explain.

"So, you didn't know why you were uncomfortable back then, and you still don't know now?"

Hua Chengxiu frowned, and after thinking about it carefully, he said uncertainly: "Probably because I think that Qingci has to be taken back, but it seems that something will happen after taking it back, so I am faintly a little worried." ”

As if to prove that the idea of painting Allure was right, he heard the wind in front of them sigh softly, and said to himself: "Little guy, from now on, I am afraid that your life will no longer be controlled by anyone, whether it is good or bad is up to fate." ”

After saying that, I saw the golden light flashing around the wind and disappeared into the glass warm pavilion.

The scene in the illusion of memory was also confused with the disappearance of the wind annihilation, and Cang Wunian and the painting fell into the city soon followed the footsteps of the wind in the memory to a blessed land of immortal mountains with a strong aura.

"It seems that there is a spiritual ruin view in front of it? It is indeed a good place to practice. Cang Wunian looked into the distance and said with emotion.

Hua Chengcheng nodded, and said with some expectation in his heart: "Speaking of which, Qing Ci has been sent here for nearly a hundred years at that time, right? I don't know if he has grown up now, and whether the immortal method is already very powerful." ”

Cang Wunian rolled his eyes on the side, "What kind of memory do you have with this little brain, you just said before that he didn't have a good time in the Spirit Ruins, since he didn't have a good time, how could he learn any powerful immortal methods." ”

The painting was stunned for a moment, and then his little face drooped, "Also, his immortal roots have been sealed, if there is no strong external force to intervene, I am afraid that he will still be like a mortal for so many years, and he must have suffered a lot." ”

As they spoke, they had already followed the pace of the wind and slowly approached the mountain protection array of the Spirit Ruins Temple.

I thought that Feng Yan should directly reveal his identity, enter the Spirit Ruins Temple openly, and then take Qing Ci away in a grand manner. Surprisingly, Feng Yan actually hid his figure and sneaked in.

Cang Wunian took the hand of the painting Allure City and followed behind Feng Yan, and said with a little astonishment: "The dignified Luohe Goddess, why did you still engage in petty theft?"

Hua Chengcheng snorted dissatisfiedly, "What do you mean by 'petty theft'? Don't you see that I want to secretly observe Qingci?"

Hearing this, Cang Wunian smacked his tongue and said, "What do you want to observe secretly? See how he was bullied? You ruthless woman......

"You ......" the painting fell into silence, and simply closed his mouth and stopped talking.

Things were just as Cang Wunian had unintentionally guessed, and after they followed the wind and surrounded the Lingru Temple, they saw a thin figure wearing shabby clothes and carrying two buckets of water on his shoulders, swaying towards the room.

That figure was naturally undoubted, but the shabby clothes that were completely different from the outfit of the disciples of the Spirit Ruins View couldn't help but turn red when they looked at it.

At this time, Qing Ci looked like a teenager of no more than twelve or thirteen years old, and the delicate and delicate between his eyebrows was seven or eight points similar to him now, but just looking at his weak little body, it was really hard to believe that he was a nearly seven hundred years old green dragon.

The boy poured the two buckets of water into a large water tank, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and left the room again with the empty buckets, and went to the place where he had fetched water before to carry the water.

Looking at the thin back of the young man, Feng Yan frowned slightly, but he didn't mean to step forward to say hello.

Cang Wunian looked at the huge water tank, and then shook his head slightly, "It seems that filling this water tank with water is his daily morning class." ”

"I sent him to practice the immortal law, not to carry water and chop wood, this spiritual ruin view is too deceitful!" said Hua Chengcheng angrily.

Cang Wunian's gaze was slightly in a trance, and after a while, he sighed lightly: "Without the blessing of the family, I can't have strong power, so under the fence, no matter how hard and tired I am, I can only carry it by myself." ”

The man's words were quite emotional, and Hua Chengcheng subconsciously looked at his face, only to find that there was a faint blur in his eyes.

The painting was stunned, and suddenly remembered the experience of Cang Wunian's life, when he lost all his mana and rebuilt his body to become a weak child, he had also been under the fence of such a forced parasiter in the human world. Although Cang Wunian had never mentioned to her how he had come over in the past ten years, in a complex environment like Qianji Pavilion, the hardships that this man had endured were something that Hua Chengcheng couldn't bear to imagine.

"Ah Nian...... Do you feel very aggrieved in those pasts?" asked Hua Chengcheng as he raised his hand to caress the man's cheek and asked distressedly.

Cang Wunian gently hooked the corners of his mouth, grabbed the woman's hand and kissed it on the lips, "There is nothing wronged or wronged, as long as I can stay with you, everything is worth it." ”

Painting Allure only felt that her heart was blocked and panicked, it was because of her, the two men closest to her had to go through so much suffering for no reason, at this moment she suddenly began to doubt herself, she didn't know why all this was all this, and she didn't know whether it was worth it or not.

In the illusion of memory, Feng Yan so indifferently hid his figure and followed Xiao Qingci for a whole day, watching him fill the whole tank of water alone as if it was nothing to do with him, and then watching him be deliberately found fault and cause a dispute, and finally scuffle with someone, but he was also tried unfairly.

All of this, Feng Yan can see it clearly.

She can feel the perseverance and stubbornness of the teenager, and I have to say that she is a little relieved and a little worried. This child is undoubtedly a very good seedling, and the pure green dragon blood in his body alone is enough to make him proud of the heavens and the earth one day. But when I think of his life, look at the resentment and unwillingness in his eyes...... Feng Yan knew that this child might become a double-edged sword, and his deep obsession supported him not to become a soft bone to be bullied, but because of this, if he was not properly guided and led astray, I am afraid it would be an endless disaster.

One day is not a long time, but this day's covert observation is enough to understand the most real life of this child here in the past hundred years.

As the sun set, the young man Qingci dragged his painful body and slowly walked to the stairs leading to the way down the mountain from the Lingxu Temple, lining the seemingly endless road and the elongated shadow of the young man, and a stream of desolation and depression emanated from his body for no reason.

Qing Ci stared blankly into the distance of the road, and only after a long time did he find a wall root, and curled up his already weak body in the corner, as if he wanted to stay away from everything, so that no one in this world could find him.

There was no special look on his face, just the indifference that would appear on his immature face that should not belong to him, but this indifference did not last long, and the bean-sized tears were vented like a flood that had broken the dam.

Hua Chengcheng was heartbroken, and hurriedly rushed forward to take Xiaoqing into his arms, but as soon as he stretched out his hand, she was empty, she didn't belong to the past in this fantasy, so her body pierced through at once, and she almost fell to the ground.

Cang Wunian was shocked, and hurriedly stepped forward to stop her, and said helplessly: "What are you excited about? If we can change what happened in the memory illusion, I will eat you last night." ”

Hua Chengcheng was slightly stunned, and the pain in her heart was suddenly alleviated a lot because of the man's incoherent words, but after relieving herself, she still glanced at the man fiercely, and said, "You know and think about this with all your minds." Seeing Qing Ci like this, don't you feel distressed?"

Cang Wunian raised his eyebrows, and said with a little surprise: "Even if you were distressed, you don't feel distressed because you care about him so much." ”

"He's still a child, do you want to be vinegar too?" said Hua Chengcheng helplessly.

Cang Wunian pursed his lips and said angrily: "It's almost seven hundred years old, and you're still a child?

"You ......" Hua Chengcheng was choked by the man's words, and he couldn't say anything to refute for a while.

The shoulders of the young man at the base of the wall were still trembling slightly, and the tears that kept pouring out had already washed away the mask of indifference and strength that he disguised to pieces, at this moment, he was really just a lonely, helpless and weak child.

Feng Yan, who had been hiding in the shadows, couldn't bear it in his heart, and finally withdrew the immortal method hidden around him and walked to his side gently.

Sensing that someone was approaching, Qing Ci hurriedly reached out to wipe the tears from his face, but when he raised his eyes, he saw the lilac skirt that had been buried in the depths of his memory.

This woman once saved his life, although it was only a few days of getting along, but as far as Qing Ci was concerned, the woman was his benefactor, and she was equivalent to a trustworthy and trustworthy existence like her mother.

"Sister...... Qing Ci muttered, and without waiting for the other party's response, he stood up violently and threw himself into the other party's arms.