In the turquoise hall, a green circle outlined in red and blue was suspended in the void, and a shallow naked body was suspended on it, and his body was coated with a layer of amber spiritual ointment mixed with various spiritual liquids, and two extremely magnificent hibiscus flowers were hovering around him.

The two hibiscus flowers are almost identical except for their different colors, as if they are twins, and each part of the two suspended hibiscus flowers seems to be carved out of glass, crystal clear, and the red and blue light flows in them. It is such a work of art that the plant hovers around the shallow in the air, the petals are slightly trembling by the wind, and the lines on the petals can be seen, and sometimes the brilliance on it floats into an enlarged light and shadow Fusang, flashing in the air.

On the ground of the hall, the valley lord looked up at Qing Qian, and said slowly: "Have you thought it through, you must know that this fusion is basically a dead end, even if you have so many ice and fire fusions before to pave the way, it will only delay your death." ”

Standing in the air, Qing smiled faintly and said, "I have only lived for fifteen or sixteen years, but sometimes I feel that it is really meaningless to live, but the only regret is that I am sorry for the Yun family...... Valley Lord, let's get started. ”

The Lord of the Valley of Ten Thousand Flowers looked at this young man, and a trace of unbearableness suddenly flashed in his eyes, but he was still endured, his hands were sealed, the light of the magic circle was in full bloom, and the brilliance on the two hibiscus flowers turned into thousands of wisps and flew into the shallow body.

For some reason, Qing Qian suddenly remembered that when he was a child, he obviously had so many dreams at that time, and the Yun family supported him, and he told his grandfather that when he grew up, he could protect himself, and he would definitely not rely on the Yun family to go to this river and lake to go to this prosperous world. I still remember my self-esteem and my grandfather's hearty laughter that day. But he didn't expect that he was about to die before he had even experienced this experience.

Bathed in this red and blue silk thread, there was no painful feeling at this time, but I felt that my whole body was being washed, and the things and memories that had been buried in my heart all these years surfaced one by one.

He thought of the grand occasion and harmony of the Yun family at the beginning, he fell in love; he thought of the Yun family once it was shattered, he hated; he thought of the humiliation he had suffered over the years, he resented; he thought of Hua Yi's smile, and he thought of painting with her classmates, fishing together, and playing games with her classmates over the years, and he was reluctant.

In the past few years, in order to protect himself, he has always hidden these emotions very well, not letting anyone find out, and now he is just a dying person, but he can face all this, love is love, hate is hate, very refreshing.

In my mind, the pictures of my life kept passing one by one, from the growth of the Yun family to the process after I came here, I didn't remember every detail, some were just some extremely important pictures engraved in my heart, and so on one by one I strung my own memories. And the last image in my mind......

In an elegant courtyard where the pale golden sunlight flows quietly in the early morning, she quietly holds the pen, the jade muscle on the side of her face, like a mirror fairy, where her eyes are focused, and she concentrates on slowly sketching one stroke at a time, and she is also painting on the side, but the corner of her eyes is looking at the figure, there is timidity in her heart, as if her heart is so nervous that it is about to burst, and she also has a heart, and at the same time she feels that her heart seems to be stable. At that moment, I could really feel the beauty of the quiet flow of time, under the rendering of the sun, even her long eyelashes could be counted in my peeking gaze, and in the blink of an eye, it touched my heart......

The next moment, the pain of reality pulled me back from my memories, and for a moment I felt that my whole body was being stuck to the red-hot soldering iron, and for a moment I felt that I had been thrown into a bottomless cold pool, and a desperate feeling of suffocation came, and I barely concentrated my eyes to look forward, and found that the petals of the two hibiscus flowers began to dissipate into crystal powder, and melted into the brilliance towards myself.

The next moment, Qing Qian couldn't help but scream in pain, and the roar like a trapped beast sounded desperately in this hall, and the valley lord looked at it coldly and indifferently, of course, she couldn't do anything in this situation.

Qing Qian stabbed his hands into his chest fiercely, screaming, while exerting force, after a while, there were ten more blood marks on Qing Qian's chest, and Qing Qian's nails had been twisted, ten fingers connected to the heart, but even the pain of broken fingers was far less than this, the blood stains on the chest had just dyed Qing Qian's front half of his body into blood, and he had been blocked by spiritual power, and he was in pain, which was probably what he said, Qing Qian could only keep screaming to vent until he was hoarse......

Qing Qian's gentle voice, which was originally like flowing water, sounded like a leaky bellows at this moment, and the heavy breathing sound was very hoarse and harsh, and the hair that was originally quite neat was scattered on his head at this time, like a beggar.

However, the ice and fire spiritual power was still relentlessly pouring into his body, and he seemed to want to continue roaring, but what he let out was a piercing "uh" from the back of a dying person's neck...... uh......" sound.

Slowly, golden runes appeared on Qing Qian's body, and a supreme and eternal aura emanated from it, imprinting all the red and blue spiritual power on Qing Qian's surface.

Below, the valley lord quietly narrowed his eyes and whispered to himself: "Sure enough...... The Immortal Curse. ”

When the last Fusang flower root turned into a large amount of spiritual power and poured into Qing Qian's body, Qing Qian didn't have any overreaction, but his body shook, and his body fell freely from the air, making a "bang" and rolling a few times, and then the golden seal on his body gradually faded, not because he didn't want to, but because his body couldn't have more reactions.

This is the valley lord aimed at Qing Qian's palm open, and a stream of green light envelops Qing Qian, treating Qing Qian's injury, but Qing Qian is lying there motionless like a dead man, and the valley master's voice sounded over his head, "This...... It's just the first step, and it's still a long way to go if you want all your blood to fuse with the spiritual power of ice and fire. ”

Qing Qian lay motionless there, a hoarse gasp in his throat, as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't hear it clearly, his eyes stared blankly at the floor very close to him, his hair was scattered, and he didn't look much different from a dying person.

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A month later in the Flower Ripple room.

Qing Qian and Hua Yi were learning to draw in Hua Lian's room, and suddenly Hua Lian was called by the valley lord to have something, and Hua Yi was also sleepy, so he lay on the table and began to sleep. Only Qing Qian was left wandering around the room.

Although I know that this is not good, but I know that I don't have much time to do things lightly, and there is always a feeling that drives me to walk in Huayi's room.

Qing Qian walked to the cubicle of the studio, this cubicle is only separated from the studio, and this compartment is Hua Lian's study, as soon as he enters this study, Qing Qian is attracted by a parchment scroll on Hua Lian's desk.

This parchment scroll is yellowish in color, it has a history of hundreds of years at a glance, driven by the curiosity in his heart, Qing Qian picked up the parchment scroll and looked at it, but the more he looked at it, Qing Qian's hand began to tremble, and the more he trembled, and at the same time, his pupils couldn't help but shrink and tremble, and some of his previous doubts and speculations were finally connected by a reasonable explanation!

The parchment scroll reads:

"My Wanhua Valley has been inherited for hundreds of years, but it is just a flower blooming on the other side of reincarnation, so the descendants will follow the ancient precepts, provide for the sun and the moon Fusang, and when the destiny of heaven comes, choose the right person, melt the spiritual power of the sun and the moon, take the spiritual blood of its fusion, water the flowers on the other side, and then wait for the people of the destiny to come and wake up the other side. Wanhua Valley exists because of the other side, and it should pay for the other side, and future generations must not forget or violate!"