After the temple, in front of a firewood room, Xiao Mao put a pile of dry firewood on the table, since Yi Xiaochen they left, vigilantly followed the promise, accepted Xiao Mao as a little monk, under these days of cultivation, Xiao Mao's lost spirit during the corpse has also recovered, at least the complexion shows some redness, and it looks more like a person. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

After he finished collecting a pile of dry firewood, he sat in front of the room and chanted to recuperate and gather energy, and suddenly a strange sound came from the grove in the west, Xiao Mao got up to check, went out of the back door, and saw a small monk squatting in front of the tree with his back to him and didn't know what to do? Xiao Mao shouted twice, the little monk did not react, Xiao Mao walked to him, but the little monk squeaked and laughed, turned back suddenly, and the angular puppet face startled Xiao Mao.

"You....you...."

Xiao Mao exclaimed and took a few steps back, before he could settle down, the little monk had already gotten up, knocked Xiao Mao down, and then punched him up, knocked him unconscious, and dragged him towards the forest.

Sunset West Mountain, night falls, the old monk in the kitchen came to the backyard to find Xiao Mao to prepare a fire to cook, looked around but there was no trace, only found a pure heart and gathered the scriptures on the edge of the woods, after the wariness learned, sent the monks to find, but found a pool of blood in the woods.

"Master, should he?" Although the words of the abstinence of anger were not finished, but the meaning of the people had been understood, the vigilance frowned, and a wisp of gloom clouds surrounded him tightly, at this time, a small monk ran from the direction of the temple, and said anxiously: "Master, something happened to Qingyunguan!" ”

At night, there was no light in the dark, but a fire that rushed straight into the clouds swept away the strangeness of the black.

In front of Qingyun Temple, the raging fire was burning, even if the Xiangge was dozens of steps, the dry and scorching heat wave was still coming, in an open space, Young Master Win and the others were repairing, Young Master Ying put the talisman bag containing the broken heart jade plate into the sandalwood box on the back of the entourage, and turned to look at the fire, his handsome and beautiful cheeks revealed a trace of ugliness in the firelight.

"What a beautiful fire!"

Hearing this, Ying Zhong sighed: "Young Master Ying, although life and death are fate, and wealth is in the sky, but you are acting like this..."

"Enough!" Young Master Ying interrupted Ying Zhong's words in a rough voice, this trip, he was ordered to come and retrieve the things that the clan had deposited in Qingyunguan decades ago, and when he came out of the cave, dozens of Xiaodao who were knocked over to the ground were sent by him to see the king of Hades, and even the Taoist temple also walked into ashes.

"Ying Zhong, I respect you as an elder, don't remember your rudeness for the time being, if there is a next time, don't blame me for not being emotional!" After Young Master Ying finished speaking, he turned around and left, leaving Ying Zhong with a blue face.

The dim and dull hole*** Those fluorescent stones are like stars shining in the night, and the mountain spring water that drip down along the stone crevices makes rhythmic sounds, and suddenly a heavy wheezing sound comes from the gravel pile, followed by the gravel being pushed away, a figure gets up from it, he staggered to the stone crevice, opened his mouth to take the mountain spring water, until the body replenishes enough water to need, he gasps again, reflecting the faint light of fluorescent stone, Yi Xiaochen leans on the cave wall like an idiot.

Looking around, except for the darkness, there was a faint smell of corpses in the air.

Suddenly, Yi Xiaochen's memory is slowly becoming clearer, Qingyao, who has been manipulated by the broken heart jade for decades, died of obsession, died of a woman who does not exist in his own fantasy, by mistake, in the tomb, the remnant soul of the ancestor who controlled Qingyao, was immersed in the yin and evil of the broken heart jade, and the old Taoist who died and did not ancient tried to survive forever, and the two fought each other for a lifetime, and finally died, died very completely, the bones did not exist, and the remnant soul dissipated, but it made people sad, The master of the cessation of greed, who had nothing to do with this matter, also forgot about the fate and resentment he had done, and now he was left with only himself, a person with a broken arm and a lost way, and he couldn't even destroy the incomparably evil jade plate.....

Connecting the broken pictures, Yi Xiaochen dragged his tattered body to the body of Jie Greed, and looked down, the body of this fat monk had shown signs of decay, seeing this, Yi Xiaochen's heart was touched, and unspeakable pain emerged from the bottom of his heart like a spring.

"Master, although you are not my real master, but your kindness to me, Yi Xiaochen will remember it in this life!" After the words fell, Yi Xiaochen buried the body of the greedy man with gravel, and then he got up and looked around, except for the way of the cave when he came, the hole caused by the explosion had been resealed.

There is nowhere to find the way of life, the way of death is in the present, Yi Xiaochen leaned on the side of the stone tomb, muttering to himself, the incomprehension and confusion pressed on his body like a mountain, time is slowly passing, Yi Xiaochen's consciousness gradually becomes chaotic with the passage of time, in a trance, a fine light appears from nothingness, Yi Xiaochen is trembling, all spiritual consciousness and thoughts have entered the void realm.

"Housheng, we meet again?"

A call came from within the essence, and immediately after, a familiar elder appeared in front of him.

"You....I seem to have seen you..."In a trance, Yi Xiaochen said in a daze, behind him, the two spirits of Soul Eater and Flame Demon were prostrate on the ground, and in front of them, the fiery red coiling dragon spirit was frivolous and floating, and the domineering aura made the two spirits dare not have the slightest presumptuousness.

"Yi Xiaochen, the descendant of Yi's surname, the non-strong person can't be deserved, last time by chance, you strayed into the void realm to meet me, this time, on the eve of your death, I met again, I just want to know, why did you die several times in just over a month?"

In this regard, Yi Xiaochen burst into tears, so helpless and desolate that it was sad.

"I'm an ordinary person, I just want to be an ordinary person and live honestly, but you... You've brought me to this point..."

"Ordinary people?" The old man muttered to himself, for a long time, in front of Yi Xiaochen, who came here, the pair of Mu Zi who were as deep as the sea of stars flashed with endless brilliance. "After giving birth to a baby, the fate is determined by the sky, everything is a fixed number, stay until a certain period of time, since the rain can go away and the clouds disperse, since you have the name of the descendants of the surname Yi, you can only go down, the time of death is not enough, do not want to live and die, otherwise even if the soul of the person dies, you will not be able to rest in peace!"

The sound disappeared, Yi Xiaochen was a spirit, falling out of the void, and when he opened his eyes, he still relied on the stone tomb of the anti-greed, feeling the loneliness and desolation around him, and after a long time, his restless and chaotic heart calmed down, but this peace was broken in the next second.

On the wall of the cave five steps away from himself, I don't know when some words appeared, this font is weird, as if it has just been left, but there are no other living people in the cave, thinking of this, Yi Xiaochen became nervous, he looked back and forth, and even released his soul power to perceive, but he found nothing.