Lin Yan sat in the middle of the crowd, covered in blood, and Mu Sha didn't know what he had cut into two. Those people were all dead corpses without heads, as if they were being manipulated by some spiritual power, baring their teeth and claws, limping towards Lin Yan. The three people standing in the front were Nanqing, Linan and Qin Wangchuan, their bodies were intact, and they retained the appearance before Lin Yan's killing, but they were in rags, covered in blood, with pale faces, holding swords, leading the crowd, approaching Lin Yan step by step.

"Lin Yan! Why the hell are you going out! ”

"Lin Yan, do you know that you are a sinner in Qingcheng Cloud!"

"Lin Yan, you remember, what you owe me, you will always owe me!"

"Lin Yan, the thing I regret the most is that I adopted you in the first place!"

"Lin Yan, do you know how your relatives and clansmen died?"

"Lin Yan, you go die!"

The crowd besieged them, one person with one knife, one person with one kick. Lin Yan collapsed in a pool of blood, and his body was stabbed into a sieve.

He saw Master smile wickedly and joyfully at his dying self.

Lin Yan shouted as the master struggled to sit up, covered in sweat from fright in his dream, Li Nan was standing beside him and looking at him, his eyes were red, and there was no blood on his face, he had not taken care of it for a few days, and he had grown stubble on the side of his mouth. Seeing him wake up, he said lightly: "You woke up." Farewell to Nan turned his face away, looking like he didn't want to pay attention to him.

"Master...... Where is it...... And Wangchuan ......" Lin Yan mustered up his courage and asked in a low voice. Looks like a child who has done something wrong.

"You still have the face to ask!" After hearing this, he suddenly turned around, grabbed Lin Yan's collar, the green tendons on his forehead burst out, and his eyes were red as if they had eaten blood, he trembled with anger, but after thinking about it, he slowly let go of his hand: "Forget it......" He looked at the helpless young man in front of him, hated and angry in his heart, but there was more pity and distress. That was born in Qingcheng Cloud since he was a child, no one told him about his past, he was just a playful teenager, he just wanted to go out and experience the prosperity of the world like other teenagers, he just wanted to pursue true freedom, how would he know that his prank had ruined the entire Qingcheng Cloud, how would he know that one day his companion would die for himself.

He must be full of guilt now, but he doesn't know what he did wrong.

"The master is seriously injured and resting, Wangchuan ...... He's dead. ”

Lin Yan slowly lay back, covered his head with the quilt, curled up in a ball, and sobbed tremblingly. He remembered that when Wangchuan first came to Qingcheng Cloud, he was afraid that he would do something wrong and make others angry, so he was always cautious when doing things, and he didn't dare to speak loudly, and when Lin Yan teased him, he just ran out secretly with a red face. Every time Lin Yan called him, he always seemed to be startled, a little shy and smiled and stared at his eyes and asked "What's wrong", he was born in the market since he was a child, and he was bullied, so he always cherished it and was especially grateful to everyone who was good to him, that time Lin Yan built a platform for him to resist falling, he grinded for several months, and gave Lin Yan the life-saving pill that could be refined, in those days, the young man in white slept in the alchemy room every day, read all the ancient classics, his eyes were red, and his body was thin. When he gave Lin Yandan medicine, he was still very shy and said, "It hasn't been used for a long time." "Wangchuan is weak, his spiritual power is also low, and sometimes he is even a little cowardly, but when it comes to the current situation in the world, he is more jealous and hateful than anyone else, and when he blocked that sword for Lin Yan, he had long forgotten what a cowardly person he was.

I will never see the young man in white laugh again.

Lin Yan couldn't do anything, so he could only hide in the quilt and cry.

He thought, he is a cowardly and incompetent person.

Although it was spring, it was cold and wet in the cave, and the clothes of the three people were washed and hung there waiting to dry, and they were only wearing one underwear, shivering from the cold. Nan Qing was seriously injured and lay there, showing no signs of waking up. Lin Yan finished crying in his grass quilt and ran to Nanqing's side to cry, shouting Master in his heart, but he couldn't make a sound, so he could only "whine" non-stop, for fear of waking up his old man. Nanqing's face was pale, his lips were purple, Lin Yan was afraid that he would be frozen, so he cast some spells in the burning firewood, and the firewood suddenly burned hot and vigorous. Lin Yan also put his grass quilt on Nanqing's body to keep him warm.

Lin Yan sat at the door of the cave, it was evening, the sun was still setting in the distance, and the scarlet sky reminded him of himself that night, he didn't remember why he suddenly became so powerful, he only remembered that he seemed to have killed a lot of people, they screamed and shouted, rushing towards him, their faces were hideous, but some knelt on the ground and begged for mercy, shouting for help, those he had never seen, had never been hurt and been hurt, all died under his own knife.

He was a great martial artist, but he never killed anyone. Lin Yan has followed his master since he was a child, he does not touch meat, he has never eaten a bite of meat since he was a child, and he lives on wild fruits and vegetables every day. Since Lin Yan was a child, he couldn't even step on an ant to death, let alone kill a chicken, duck, cow or sheep, let alone kill someone.

Hundreds of people.

Mesha still lay there quietly, surrounded by a blue light. It was no different from before, but it was no longer an ordinary sword for practice. Lin Yan used that sword to kill someone, kill someone.

He used to think that after his seventeenth birthday, he would really be an adult, living in the clouds of Qingcheng, carefree, he didn't think about anything. Until the evening when he began to meditate, he found that he was far away from the adult world, he couldn't adapt to killing, he couldn't adapt to the life of exile, he couldn't adapt to the hypocrisy and malice of the outside world, he was already an adult who needed to take responsibility, he had to bear for those who died, for the destruction of Qingcheng Cloud, for those living beings who had been displaced from then on, for the departure of his friends, and for the serious injury of Master.

Suddenly, there was a sound of Li Nan hurrying in the cave, Lin Yan went into the cave to look, and found that it was the master who woke up. Lin Yan lifted the hem of his skirt and knelt in front of the master with a "plop", looked down at the ground, didn't say anything, and raised his hands to the sand, as if asking for some punishment.

"It's better...... "......The master looked at him for a long time, and asked him with a slightly trembling voice.

When the young man heard this, he raised his head suddenly, looked into the master's eyes, and cried out with a "wow", aggrieved and self-blamed, living like a three-year-old child, which made people feel distressed.

Nan Qing had tears in his eyes, leaned down and lowered his hand to touch his head: "Don't cry." ”

You did do one thing wrong, but I know you must be very sad right now.

But Lin Yan, from now on, there will be many such things.