Long Ying is dead.

The warriors of Taoyuan Village, looking at the fallen body of Long Ying, stood solemnly and silently.

They weren't sure if the blood and tears that Long Ying shed at the end were considered repentance?

They couldn't be sure that the last sound made by the dragon eagle seemed to be human language?

Xin Ru walked to Ye Changsheng's side and couldn't help but ask, "What did it say just now?"

Ye Changsheng nodded: "It's a Buddhist scripture, which means to say, go, don't forget your original intention, and you can reach the other side." ”

Changsheng was a little dazed, why would Long Ying spit out such a sentence to him when he was dying?

It is repenting, its life should be to fight in the sky, pursue the avenue, instead of eating carrion every day to enslave the simple villagers who have rescued him?

Or is it on its verge of death, enlightened, kindly trying to remind me of something?

The bird is dying, and his words are kind, let me give you a ride.

Ye Changsheng sat cross-legged on the ground, his eyes lowered, facing the corpse of Long Ying, silently reciting the "Death Mantra".

The deep voice of Buddha echoed in the depths of the soul, ethereal and selfless.

In the mourning platform, a little Buddha light suddenly shined.

The "Ura Heart Sutra" blessed by Ye Changsheng shone brightly, shrouding him in mysterious and mighty scripture runes.

The people in the rear were extremely shocked, and Xin Ru's eyes widened even more.

Since that night in the cemetery, she saw the scene of Ye Changsheng's heart being gouged out by white bones, and she has a shadow in her heart, and she has been avoiding Ye Changsheng these days.

Now looking at this sacred Buddha light and sensing this vast breath, she was ashamed of her thoughts.

He saved everyone's lives, he saved mine, how can it be an evil person?

She looked at Ye Changsheng with respect, and her eyes suddenly showed surprise.

Ye Changsheng's hair has turned black!

Ye Changsheng, who was sitting cross-legged, not only did his hair turn black, but his figure was also shrinking, and between his delicate eyebrows, his childishness gradually appeared.

That year, Ye Changsheng was twelve years old.

He got up from bed early in the morning and went to the sword-forging room in the back garden, waiting with anticrative anticipation for his father and mother to take him to refine the extraterrestrial meteorite.

Changsheng squatted beside the furnace, stroking the black meteoric iron, and suddenly felt that there seemed to be a sword hidden in the meteoric iron.

His father stepped forward, touched his head lovingly, and said with a smile, "In every stone, in every piece of metal, there is actually a sword hidden. ”

The door of the swordsmithing room closed, obscuring the last glimmer of light outside, and also blocking the memories of immortality.

In front of the corpse of the dragon eagle, Ye Changsheng stopped chanting and slowly opened his eyes.

It seems to be not like each other, it seems that I am not me.

I am fifteen-year-old Ye Changsheng, and I am also twelve-year-old Ye Changsheng.

I've cultivated, the first merit?!

The cultivation of the four great merits should be picked up and then put down, and with attachment, there will be detachment.

The persistence of immortality is exactly what he was three years ago, when he was twelve years old.

In countless dreams, he would go back to three years ago, back to that happy time, and unwilling to wake up from the dream.

At that time, his father was still there, his mother was still there, and Wan'er, who he liked, was still there, and he was still that happy child.

Now, he's finally back to twelve.

But what's the use?

I can't go back to that time, my father and mother can't come back, and I'm not alone?

Ye Changsheng looked at his immature little hands and the long black hair hanging down in front of him, as if he was happy and sad, without joy or sorrow.

The past is unattainable, the present is unattainable, and the future is unattainable.

The so-called merit may be a reminder to me.

The next moment, his hair turned white again, and he switched back to his fifteen-year-old real body.

Fat Master always shows people the first merit in order to practice a higher level of Buddhism, but there is no need for immortality.

Standing up suddenly, looking at the stunned eyes of everyone in Xinru, Ye Changsheng smiled faintly and didn't explain anything.

Xin Wenxiong and Xin Wuguo glanced at each other, strode forward, bowed and said, "I am waiting for 1,368 Taoyuan Village people, and I am willing to follow Gongzi!"

More than three hundred warriors bowed down at the same time and said, "Willing to follow Childe!"

After truly seeing the power of the Dragon Eagle, how could they not be grateful for what Ye Changsheng had done?

If there is no Ye Changsheng, let alone slaying the dragon, I am afraid that all of them will lose their lives in vain.

They chose to follow Ye Changsheng, not just to repay their kindness.

The people of Taoyuan Village have been isolated from the world for more than 300 years, and it is by no means a simple matter to reintegrate into the world and to settle everyone's lives well.

Especially the old people in the village, they are more afraid of the outside world than they are of the dragon eagle.

Ye Changsheng is their benefactor, and if they choose to follow him, the people of Taoyuan Village will not only not resist, but will feel at ease because of this.

The coming cold winter will be the most realistic problem that the villagers are most worried about.

Ye Changsheng looked at everyone in astonishment, and a joy was born in his heart.

The perseverance and courage of the people of Taoyuan Village, and the responsibility of the people of Taoyuan Village, have long fallen in the eyes of Changsheng.

With their joining, isn't it the luck of the Ye family?

The Red Leaf Villa in Sanshui Town has been empty, just to house the people of Taoyuan Village.

Ye Changsheng stepped forward to help Xin Wenxiong up, and said, "I'll write a few letters, and you will send someone to send them out as soon as possible." ”

Xin Wenxiong nodded hurriedly, relieved in his heart.

There was still some surplus grain in the village, plus the meat offered to Long Ying, and it should be no problem for more than a thousand people to last for ten days and a half months.

The biggest problem is that snow has begun to fall in the mountains, and the temperature will soon drop, which is tantamount to a ghost gate for the frail elderly and children.

The Seven Samurai led people to clean up the battlefield, and Changsheng came to the village chief's room that did not collapse, and wrote three letters in one go.

The county keeper has to say hello there, and the people from outside the county lead the people to submit, which is also a merit of the county guard.

The second letter was addressed to Feng Dabao, bringing so many people back to Sanshui Town, it was necessary to use the Ye family's fleet.

The third letter was addressed to the old housekeeper Ye Zhong, if the Huang family really dared to frame him for "colluding with the Demon Gate", he would definitely teach the Huang family an unforgettable lesson.

The samurai captain Xin Wuguo personally took the secret letter and hurried to Liuhe City.

The sooner he can deliver the letter, the sooner the villagers can get out of their predicament.

"Childe, this is for you!" Xin Ru stepped forward and handed Ye Changsheng a hot red spar.

Ye Changsheng sensed the heat and dragon breath emitted by the spar, and couldn't help but light up.

This is a piece of dragon crystal, which is the essence of the dragon beast's body.

Dragon Crystal is of little use to swordsmiths, but it is of great use to refiners.

He can use this piece of dragon crystal to exchange it with the refiner guild in the provincial city for some sword-forging materials.

Long Ying's corpse is also full of treasures, and it has to be transported back to the Sword Hall.

In the meantime, Xin Ru and Ye Changsheng stepped onto the black panther and rushed towards the outside of the valley.

A huge ancient tomb was waiting for him, and deep inside, Changsheng was full of longing.

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