Chapter 3: The Death of a Practitioner

On the top of the 700,000 mountains, the white clouds rolled, and the light sprinkled through the clouds to the earth, which was the most dazzling, this is a cultivator who can attract heaven and earth, and the most gorgeous bloom of life before death.

The small courtyard with white walls and green tiles was deformed by this scorching heat, and the vines on the grape trellis were scorched, and even the white walls were curled, and the heat wave rose up.

Life is equal, and Chen Aman wants to exchange his life for Li Changfeng's life.

Li Changfeng looked at the incandescent fireworks in front of him, and deduced it six times in his heart, with no chance of winning, and there was no chance of survival.

But he was born with an unyielding character, so he plans to give it a go, depending on how many catties and taels his life is, and when a person intends to gamble on his life, he has infinite strength.

But he glanced out of the courtyard, but it made him shiver, trembling all over, and the pores all over his body exploded.

Mother and sister actually went up the mountain with Uncle Gen!

"Long Wind..." The mother's eyes were full of tears, and her slightly mottled and pale hair fluttered in the wind, and she could no longer say her name when she called her name.

Chen Aman was a cultivator, he obviously noticed it earlier than Li Changfeng, so the corners of his mouth in the firelight hooked a smile, laughing heartily, what could be more pleasant than having the opponent's family accompany the funeral?

His mother's hands were trembling, Chen Aman had been shattered by the flames, his blood and flesh could not be distinguished, and there was no hair on his body, so he was smiling in the flames at the moment, looking like a demon from hell.

But his mother paid attention to Li Changfeng, Chen Aman was covered in blood, that was because Yuan Hai self-immolated, but the blood flowing from Li Changfeng's body and pores was a manifestation of his efforts, he had lost a trace of strength, and he even felt that the blood in his veins had stopped flowing, and his heart was no longer as majestic and powerful as before.

Chen Aman laughed wildly, bent his knees in laughter, and then rose from the ground and swept towards his mother.

Li Changfeng guessed that his speed was not as fast as Chen Aman, but he expected the enemy to take the lead, and made a move before Chen Aman, Li Changfeng rolled on the spot, picked up another knife in the yard, Chen Aman's ring-headed broadsword, and then threw it with all his strength.

Li Changfeng could have been faster, because he also had a knife himself, the Black Iron Fighting Knife.

But the world has changed like this, the iron chain that helped him resist the enemy before has become the biggest obstacle to him at this time, because the knife can't leave his hand, so he is half a beat slower, and in an instant, it can still hurt the cultivator, let alone slow down half a beat?

The golden flames poured out again, wrapping Chen Aman like a fireball, and Li Bezhi could even feel the heat wave and danger coming to his face.

Chen Aman also has a perverted pleasure in his heart, just a moment, Li Changfeng's sister, his mother, and Uncle Gen will all be crushed by him, Uncle Gen and himself did not have a holiday, but the fault is that he also went up the mountain, so there is no need to care about anything, Chen Aman decided to kill them all.

It's just that the world is impermanent, the cruel smile on Chen Aman's face froze, and he soared like a wild goose, and suddenly there was a momentary pause.

In the eyes of ordinary people, it may be difficult to find this subtle difference, but Chen Aman himself knows that there is indeed a momentary pause.

It's like the space here, held by a huge hand, his burning true yuan was forced back into his body by this irresistible force, although he was only out of it in an instant, but he had a knife behind his back.

It was his own five-foot ring-headed broadsword.

Chen Aman was still puzzled, recalling the irresistible force just now, the ring head knife had already pierced his body, and the tip of the knife came out through the bones.

His body was like a thin piece of paper, easily split by the blade, although the burning true yuan was terrifying, but the release of the true yuan with all his strength also reduced his defense ability to zero point, and the heat gushing out of the yuan sea seemed to find an outlet, and it turned into flames gushing out like crazy.

Chen Aman fell down and spread out on the ground like mud, his eyes full of disbelief and doubt.

He doesn't believe it, could it be that heaven and earth can't tolerate him? Otherwise, how can he explain everything that is happening today, since heaven and earth can't tolerate him, then why can he let himself feel the power of heaven and earth and can embark on the path of cultivation?

Why did his body seem to be held by a giant just now, could it be that this down-and-out and poor Chen Jiagou has a more powerful cultivator than himself?

Too many doubts eventually turned into unwillingness, as the look in his eyes dimmed until it disappeared.

The flames had burned him to the ground, and the flesh and skin were almost burned out, which was particularly terrifying at this time.

Li Bezhi felt very disgusting, turned her head and retched, this kind of scene was too bloody for her, she hurriedly bypassed the corpse, and when Li Changfeng was about to fall, she grabbed his shoulder.

Just leaned on it, Li Bezhi was rubbed covered in blood, she was scared stupid, and began to cry helplessly.

Uncle Gen and his mother slowly put Li Changfeng down, there were too many blood vessels in his body, and he overdrew his strength and life, and he couldn't even control his eyelids, so he could only stare at the sky.

Li Bezhi trembled all over, tears couldn't stop flowing down, took Uncle Gen's hand and said, "Uncle Gen, save my brother!

Uncle Gen never said that he would not save him, but he was a human being, not a god, and as soon as he came into contact with Li Changfeng, he was already checking his body, but the situation was even worse than he imagined.

"The bone cold body is born with slender meridians, the battle between him and Chen Aman is more tragic than I imagined, now the meridians of his whole body are fragmented, the blood vessels are broken, and the blood is flowing out, which has leaked out of the pores, and he can live now with a breath of willpower, and the top priority now is to let his blood stop penetrating outward, otherwise even if he is cured, the blood will be gone. ”

Uncle Gen's face was sad, and the chicken nest on the top of his head matched the expression on his face, just like the whole family was sad when a person died in old age.

The mother's voice was trembling: "What do you need? I still have some hemostatic grass and large thistle roots at home, I'll go get them now!"

Uncle Gen stopped her and said: "Don't be busy, he can't even move his throat now, he can't move now, you go and prepare a big wooden basin, boil hot water, just in this yard, don't take the doll home, take all the herbs at home to stop bleeding, and apply them internally and externally." ”

Mother got up to wipe away her tears, she didn't have the courage to look at it again, Li Changfeng is only a thirteen-year-old child, he has a strong personality, he is very independent and decisive when he is a child, and sometimes it is even difficult for you to associate him with his age.

But now he was lying on the ground, isolated and helpless, and the guilt in his mother's heart was ignited.

"It's me who I'm sorry for you, it's my fault..." The gentle woman was preparing the barrel, and her tears could not stop falling.

The only time was that Li Changfeng was torn out by the wild boar king in the mountains, and it is said that both feet were soaked in blood, which was three years ago, when Li Bezhi was too young, so he ran all the way back to the village, and then sat on the loess at the head of the village and cried uncontrollably.

Li Bezhi's feet seemed to be riding the wind, and he ran home in a panic, only to run towards the mountain with a basket of herbs on his back a moment later.

Everyone in the village knows that there is only one person living on that mountain, and that is Chen Aman, the only cultivator in Chenjiagou, so how could the female doll of the Liushuang Eminem family carry the herbs up the mountain.

Chen San'er, the old man of Chenjiagou, is full of food and drink on weekdays, and whistles at his little daughter-in-law on the loess mound, or he likes to join in the fun when there is a fire and fights.

He enjoyed the villagers' eyes of looking forward to hearing his tongue give birth to lotus flowers, so he quietly followed Li Bezhi up the mountain, saw Li Changfeng lying on the ground and turned into a bloody man, saw Chen Aman who was spread into mud, and the busy Flowing Frost Eminem and Uncle Gen, and Li Bezhi who was crying in a panic.

He saw that all this was enough, although he was lowly, his head was very active, and this scene reached his mind, and immediately became a picture full of stories, slowly unfolding.

Chen San'er took three steps and made two steps to quickly descend the mountain, and said mysteriously in front of the villagers as if he had dug up a jeweled sea treasure: "Guess what's going on on the mountain?"

"Isn't it that the little doll fell in love with the big bully Chen Aman? Don't they all say that the worse the man, the more he can seduce a woman's mind, but the girl is too small, right?"

"Vulgar, but I like this part a lot, guess again"

"Is it that Chen Aman has gone crazy in practice? That's really a good thing, I have to tell the village chief quickly and prepare to drink wine." ”

"Be careful that this word reaches Chen Aman's ears, and tomorrow he will go to your house with a knife. ”

When the man heard this, he quickly covered his mouth and looked at others on both sides, as if to say: Don't say it, but he forgot that in such a small village, the most unguardable thing is gossip.

"Could it be that Chen Aman is dead?"

Chen San'er glared, slapped his thigh, shook out a cloud of dust, pointed at the person as excited as a fellow villager he met in a foreign land, and shouted: "Hey! That's right, Chen Aman is dead! I saw with my own eyes that he was killed by Li Changfeng, the big doll of the Frost Eminem family!"

The people in the village were shocked by Chen San'er's words and couldn't speak, although this bastard Wang Balamb usually does it, and the story he tells is far from what really happened, but he won't lie, if he sees it, he sees it, and no one in Chen Jiagou will lie.

Chen San'er looked at their eyes, and what he wanted was this effect, and a touch of pride appeared on his face, like a storyteller in a teahouse.

At this time, if you take a sip of tea, open the folding fan with a snap, and say that you want to know what will happen and listen to the next breakdown, it will be even better.

"But isn't Li Changfeng unable to cultivate? How can he kill Chen Aman?"

The expression on Chen San'er's face stiffened like after biting half of the worm, and the atmosphere was not as passionate as just now, because no matter how he gave birth to a lotus flower, he didn't know how Li Changfeng could kill Chen Aman?

He himself wanted to know how Li Changfeng did it.

Li Changfeng himself knows very well, he clearly remembers every arrow he shoots, every knife he swings, but the memory behind him is like tofu being cut off by a knife, and the extinguishing of the flame on Chen Aman's body is the last fragment of Li Changfeng's memory, and it has been five days since he woke up.

When he opened his eyes, his eyelids were heavy like the yellow earth that had not rained for a whole year, astringent and heavy, but fortunately he was in good spirits, he had returned home, and he had stayed in this room for more than ten years, even if he smelled it, he could recognize it.

Li Changfeng sat up with difficulty, and found that as long as he used a little force all over his body, there were thousands of silver needles pricking him, feeling numb, but more stinging.

Li Changfeng took off his robe and wrapped it around his body, pushed open the door, and was suddenly stunned.

The elders of the uncles and grandfathers in the village, as well as the old village chief and Uncle Gen, mother and sister, they are all in front of the hall.

It's just that these grandfathers, who are usually kind to themselves, are dodging their eyes today, they don't dare to look at Li Changfeng's eyes, their mother's eyes are a little red and swollen, and they think that in the past few days when they have been asleep, their mother has shed tears.

My sister's face was the most hidden, and she looked at these elders on weekdays with an indignant expression.

What happened? This is what Li Changfeng wants to know most.

The mother was obviously surprised that Li Changfeng woke up, hurriedly asked him to sit down, poured him a cup of tea, touched the kettle and poured it out again for a cup of hot tea, and then went to the back room to get a thick leather fur and put it on Li Changfeng's shoulder.

"Mom, it's spring now, I can't use this fur, right?" Li Changfeng said.

His mother pressed his hand with a gesture that could not be refused: "You have just woken up from a coma for so long, your body is very weak, you are most susceptible to wind and cold in this season, wear more, how do you feel?

Li Bezhi also took his hand, and said with palpitations: "When you were in a coma a few days ago, your whole body was cold and cold, which frightened me, my mother is right, this season is the most likely to get sick, you have to wear more, and someone will warm my feet in winter." ”

Her words were playful, but everyone could see the tears in Li Bezhi's eyes.

Li Changfeng pulled out a smile, suddenly remembered something, turned his head and asked, "Why are all the elders here?"

Li Bezhi snorted coldly when he heard this, and said casually: "They are here to ask the master for sin." ”