Yang Xingmo stood alone in front of his home that had become a ruin, stood silently for a long time before patting the dust in his hands, turned around and left here and walked towards the depths of the backyard of his home, because in that depth, his mother's body was buried, Yang Xingmo wanted to go and pay respects.

It's just that no one has been here for a long time, and there are weeds and branches everywhere, blocking Yang Xingmo's forward route, Yang Xingmo stretched out his right hand and simply pushed away the debris in front of him, and slowly stepped into a somewhat gloomy world hidden behind the debris.

Yang Xingmo looked at the messy things in front of him, frowned slightly, and then the internal breath in his body transferred a faint breath and released it, and then a small wind circle formed under Yang Xingmo's feet, and then it burst out in an instant, tearing all the debris around him into the dust and scattered air.

After a gust of wind blew, the dust in the air disappeared, Yang Xingmo's feet became extremely clean, and no dirt could be seen, Yang Xingmo nodded slightly and continued to walk towards the depths, in order to give his mother a quiet cemetery, he buried his mother on the top of the mountain behind the house.

It can be said to be an extremely quiet and beautiful place there, but there is still a certain difficulty in reaching the top of the mountain, it was Yang Fei who brought her up, Yang Xingmo walked on the road with his right hand to clean up some weeds and branches from time to time, and slowly cleaned up everything on the road.

In Donglong Academy, Yang Xingyue stood on the roof of the Jingxing Garden, the house where she lived, which had been left by Yang Xingmo, at this time it was already very dark, and above the roof of the Jingxing Garden, there was an open-air hut left by Yang Xingmo. A glass hut to be exact.

At this time, Yang Xingyue was sitting in the hut. Look up at the sky and look at the calendar on the watch in your hand. He sighed faintly: "Tomorrow is my mother's death day, and I don't know if Mo Mo is dead or alive, I haven't come back for three years." ”

Yang Xingyue sat on the bed in the small room, propped her arms on the desk next to the bed, counting the various books that Yang Xingmo put on the desk in the cabin, Yang Xingyue's snow-white jade fingers lightly clicked on the various books, counted, and then suddenly paused and took out a book on the desk.

The title of the book is written in a very unfamiliar language. But Yang Xingyue knew it, this is the mother tongue of the Xingchen family, or the ancient mother tongue of the Xingchen family, Yang Xingyue didn't recognize the name on the book at once, but quickly remembered the translation of this language, the title of this book is: Swallowing the Sky.

The author of this book was written by the Zi family of the Xingchen clan, Yang Xingyue slowly turned the pages of the book, and looked at the content of this book little by little, just like the title of the book, this is an encyclopedia about the Sky Devouring Beast. Everything you know about the Empty Eater is inside, including what happens when it is contaminated by the Empty Eater.

However, in the passage that mentions being contaminated by the Empty Eater. There was a page that was torn off, and then it was about the content of the heaven-level area, Yang Xingyue always felt that something was wrong, especially for the lost page, he always felt that there was something shocking on that page.

Yang Xingyue quickly flipped through the content of the entire book, and had a certain understanding of the Sky Devouring Beast, but Yang Xingyue's mind was on the torn paper, and she had a premonition in her heart that Yang Xingmo's disappearance was related to that page, so Yang Xingyue wanted to know where the page was.

Yang Xingyue felt that it was not wrong, but Yang Xingyue would never find where the page was, because the page was torn off by Yang Xingmo, and it was on Yang Xingmo's body, and Yang Xingmo had already burned the page with fire, because this page was copied by Zichen from the family library, so no matter what Yang Xingmo did, there was nothing to do.

So after Yang Xingmo asked Zichen's opinion, he directly burned the page and burned it to ashes, anyway, there was still this page in Zichen's family library, so it didn't matter if one or two were missing.

Yang Xingmo had already cleaned up the road up the mountain at this time, and had already walked to the top of the mountain, there was nothing dirty on the top of the mountain, but there was a flower that they planted with Yang Fei at the beginning, which was their mother's favorite flower, that is, the beautiful and tenacious white orchid.

Yang Xingmo restrained his internal breath, slowly swept away the dust and traces on the path, did not dare to damage any white orchid, and walked slowly to his mother's grave, Yang Xingmo swept over at a glance and found that there was a new grave nearby, some of which looked like a well-dressed mound, Yang Xingmo walked over slowly, and then was stunned for a moment.

On the tombstone above the new grave was the name of his father Yang Fei, and Yang Xingmo muttered: "It turns out that my father's body has not returned." ”

Yang Xingmo turned around and sat next to his mother's grave, without speaking, or didn't know what to say, did he say that he had been honestly treated by them in the research institute in the past few years, or did he say that he had no longer received treatment in the past three years and worked hard in the battlefield of kings?

Yang Xingmo couldn't say anything, because his mother couldn't hear it, Yang Xingmo knew in his heart that he didn't want to do these stupid things, but not wanting to do it doesn't mean that he couldn't do it, Yang Xingmo still sat next to the grave and said his own things, little by little, there was no omission, including the matter between himself and Xiahou Qingxuan, and the matter of asking others to destroy Xiahou Qingxuan's memory, without the slightest omission.

The sky gradually deepened, the moon rose very early, and it was almost half empty at this time, Yang Xingyue was already lying on the bed where Yang Xingmo slept at this time, closed her eyes and fell asleep, but Yang Xingmo still sat next to the grave without the slightest sleep.

Xiahou Qingxuan's Leng Yuexing had just entered the evening at this time, Xiahou Qingxuan and her sister Yuewu sat by the window in their room after eating, Yuewu looked at Xiahou Qingxuan's appearance, and knew that she was definitely thinking about Yueshujun, so she didn't say anything.

But as Xiahou Qingxuan's younger sister, Yuewu will always have an inexplicable feeling about Xiahou Qingxuan's thoughts, just like at this time, Yuewu felt the kind of trouble in Xiahou Qingxuan's heart, like a kind of trouble that doesn't know what the Dao is. Although the dance at the beginning of the month is like three nothing. But in the face of his own sister. There is still a worry in my heart.

"Sister, you don't seem to be happy? You're getting married in three months, how can you not be happy? Yuewu stood behind Xiahou Qingxuan and said a little stiffly.

Xiahou Qingxuan turned her head and looked at Yuewu with a smile, patted the back of her hand gently and asked, "What's wrong?" Do I look unhappy? ”

Yuewu looked at Xiahou Qingxuan's smile, hesitated for a moment but nodded anyway, Xiahou Qingxuan sighed slightly: "Really?" In fact, I also know Lu Dao, but I don't know what Lu Dao is for Lu and I feel that something is missing in my heart, although I always feel that Brother Jun is that person. But I don't know what the road is, that place is missing. ”

Yuewu looked at Xiahou Qingxuan's somewhat troubled look, and couldn't help but have a little resentment towards Yang Xingmo, but Yuewu also learned from Zichen the reason why Yang Xingmo had to do this, so she also felt a little pity for what happened to these two people, and even felt the pain after Yang Xingmo made this decision: "Sister, let's go to Longxing for a spin!" ”

Xiahou Qingxuan looked back at Yuewu's eyes, looked at them suspiciously for a while, and then said with a smile: "It's okay, let's go to Longxing together, where I may know something." ”

Yuewu nodded, and then fell on Xiahou Qingxuan's body and slowly fell asleep. Xiahou Qingxuan shook her head slightly with a smile, and hugged Yuewu to her bed. Covering the bed, he slowly closed his eyes.

Yang Xingmo didn't sleep all night, just sat beside his mother's grave in a daze, watching the sun slowly rise little by little to disperse the water vapor on the top of the mountain or the clouds, the clouds and mist are in front of Yang Xingmo's eyes, stretching out his hand to hold the clouds and mist, like the clouds in the sky fluttering in his hands, but he is unwilling to submit to you.

Yang Xingmo let go of his hand and watched the clouds disappear in front of him silently, but he didn't make any moves, just leaned on his mother's tombstone in a daze, then stood up and picked a few white orchids at the edge of the top of the mountain and put them on the top of the tomb, and then selected some beautiful white orchids and put them in the bamboo basket taken out of the space bag, turned around and whispered to his mother's grave: "Mom, I'm leaving." ”

After finishing speaking, Yang Xingmo raised his head and looked at it for a while, and then left here with a smile, there was no movement in the grave, those flowers seemed to see his mother's shadow or something, Yang Xingmo left here with a smile, although he really wanted to see his mother again, because Yang Xingmo almost forgot what his mother looked like.

obtained an unparalleled amount of strength, but the price was so huge, the disappearance of lifespan, the disappearance of memory, Yang Xingmo never complained about this, everything was willing, his mother's death was caused by the Empty Swallowing Beast, so in order to take revenge, he would rather lose everything to gain the strength of the Empty Beast, and his father's death was also the hand of the Empty Swallowing Beast, so Yang Xingmo had no regrets about it.

Family hatred and national hatred, national hatred and family hatred, Baishan filial piety comes first, and Baiyi and loyalty begin, but in the case that life is not long, family feud is still the first, so revenge is the most important thing in Yang Xingmo's remaining life, and the country's hatred and death have nothing to do with Yang Xingmo, but his mother is always the one who gave birth to him and raised him, and he always has to talk about it first, so Yang Xingmo came.

After speaking, it was time to leave, so Yang Xingmo picked the white orchid and went down the mountain, but at the bottom of the mountain, Yang Xingmo met one of the people he didn't want to see: Yang Xingyue, Yang Xingmo leaned his body and lowered his head slightly, Yang Xingmo was like this When Yang Xingmo was like this, Yang Xingyue had already seen the white orchid in Yang Xingmo's basket, so she stopped Yang Xingmo.

Yang Xingmo raised his head and asked with a smile, "Does Miss need flowers?" ”

Yang Xingyue looked at the vicissitudes of the old man in front of him, nodded and asked softly, "How did you sell it?" ”

Yang Xingmo lowered his head and took out a few white orchids and handed them to Yang Xingyue: "I planted them at home, in order not to let myself be idle, Miss look at it!" ”

Yang Xingyue nodded, handed over fifty yuan, and said at the same time: "No need to look for it." ”

Yang Xingmo smiled humbly: "Miss Xie Luxie." ”

Yang Xingyue's eyes were full of complexity, and then he sighed and left, Yang Xingmo looked at Yang Xingyue's back and sighed and left, the two sisters and brothers haven't seen each other for three years, and they have become strangers when they see each other again.

When Yang Xingyue walked to the road to the mountain, she saw everything on the road, and was stunned for a moment, because no one should come here except her, but everything on this road is so new.

"White Orchid!" Yang Xingyue suddenly realized something, and hurriedly ran back, but everything was gone, and the shadow of the old man could no longer be seen. (To be continued......)