If you have something on your mind, it will be very difficult to sleep. If there is a bitter taste in the heart, in this silent night, pain will quietly hit.

It's been seven years. Seven years is not too short, but this pain is like a scar left on Qin Wuye's beast face, but the contour is getting deeper and deeper.

Carrying the lives of the thirteen members of the Lin family, Qin Wuye has been away with it for seven years, and why didn't he carry these thirteen blood debts and go to Donglin Academy to do penance. Donglin Academy is located in the hinterland of the Qingzhou Continent, surrounded by mountains and adjacent to the Hongzhou Continent, and is one of the colleges that takes spiritual power as the source of cultivation.

What seven years that were!

The unique deep mountains and the moon are accompanied by a thousand kinds of indescribable loneliness. Walking on the road of thorns, even if it is difficult, we must forge ahead.

He couldn't remember when it started, and when he woke up, there was a pain in his chest, and the corners of his eyes were sour, as if the tears had dried up and could no longer flow.

Since the Lin family's bloodline was broken, he has hidden his name since then, even if it was not his clan.

And he, Lin Xuan, eventually became the outstanding son of the sky in Donglin Academy.

When he got rid of Qin Wuye and didn't wait for him, seven years was already long enough, if he entered the Sanqing Palace, I am afraid that the date of revenge would be unknown year and month.

This time he went out to the academy without permission, and after many inquiries, he learned that Qin Wuye was going to the Snow Ridge to find the ginseng tree. Only then did I come to the Chengxiang Inn on the way through this snow ridge and waited for the rabbit. He didn't expect that if it weren't for the Lin family selling the family property, I am afraid he wouldn't even have the opportunity to get on the gambling table.

Maybe there is a providence in the dark.

The inn is not a good place to do it, and the dangerous place of Xueling is the cemetery of Qin Wuye. Lin Xuan had already made up his mind.

The rain is getting heavier and heavier, and the rumbling thunder does not stop for a moment,

The sleepiness that came late at night also made Lin Xuan fall asleep. I fell into a bottomless sleep, but I didn't hear a quick knock on the door.

Fenglai and Yumian were woken up in a dream, and Fenglai put on his clothes and set off, and the sound of knocking on the door disturbed him a little messy. The inn, which had long been closed, was really annoyed that someone knocked on the door in the middle of the night in the middle of the night in the heavy rain. He didn't want to do this business in a hurry, but wanted to open the door and let the people outside the door get out of the way.

But the moment he opened the door, he was stunned by the situation outside the door before he could say that the inn was full.

There was no one standing outside the door, for they were lying quietly on the ground. Dressed in bloody clothes, his hair is disheveled. The arms were covered with scars, the flesh on the shoulders where the placket was torn had cracked, and the muscles and bones could be clearly seen, and the placket on the left side of the chest had been opened, and blood was constantly oozing out. Half of his hand was still on the open door on the other side. In the other hand, he held a square transparent box, and the items in the box intermittently emitted colorful light, and the unforgettable shape of the wind will certainly not forget, and the Tianmeng star map passed down from generation to generation has finally been verified today.

Feng Lai couldn't care so much, threw away the lampshade in his hand, picked up the young man, and went straight to his room in the inner courtyard, he needed Yumian's help.

Yumian hadn't fallen asleep, but when he saw Fenglai suddenly holding a bloodied person in his hand, he asked with surprise: "Senior brother, who is he?"

Feng Lai said: "I don't know very well, this young man may have clues about Tianmangxing, Yumian, you hurry up and help treat it."

After taking off the boy's clothes, Yumian began to help the boy deal with his wounds, except for the unhit head, a total of thirty-two cuts.

Yu Mian, who was born as a doctor, was also taken aback by the young man in front of him, and he said to the wind: "The opening on his right chest is almost reaching his back, but he can still hold on." Judging from the degree of blood loss, if this wound had pierced his back, his blood would have dried up long ago. However, the most peculiar thing is that the opening on this chest just bypasses the meridians of the young man, and if this opening is a little bit further away from other places, it is estimated that it will be impossible to escape death.

The wind came and took out the square box in his arms, and the starlight of the sky star faded.

Yu Mian looked at this dim and dull thing, and asked suspiciously: Is this Tianmengxing? Doesn't it mean that Tianmengxing is a divine object, clothed in colorful colors, and seals life and death?

Feng Lai said: "I don't know about this, just outside the door, this young man's breath is weak, and the Tianmang Star does emit a faint multicolored light, which will disappear."

Feng Lai looked thoughtfully at the thing that had lost its lustre, and then looked at the young man on the bed, with many doubts in his heart.

Suddenly, the young man on the bed moved, and the corners of his mouth shouted: "Water, I want to drink water."

There was already spare water at the head of the bed, Yumian poured the water into the bowl, and Feng Lai helped to support the young man's body, and fed it into the young man's mouth one by one.

After the boy drank the water, his eyes slowly opened, looking at the two people in front of him, and unconsciously brushed the quilt covering his body, there was a feeling that it was so unreal, but he couldn't help but believe that he survived.

It's easy to want to die, but when someone wants you to die, but you want to live, it's difficult to live well. Otherwise, how could he suffer from this bruise on the bed.

The boy finally spoke: "Are all the people behind me dead?"

Fenglai replied, "I don't know who you are talking about?"

The young man said: "A group of men in black who are chasing and killing me.

Feng Lai said: "When I saw you, you were lying alone at the door of the inn.

The young man said: "That's probably because I killed them all, I don't know how many people I killed, along the way, I just felt that my hands were already covered with blood, one after another in black fell from me, and then more people in black pounced."

"Why are they chasing you?" asked the wind.

The young man closed his eyes silently, and tears oozed from the corners of his eyes. The body convulsed incessantly.

Feng Lai just wanted to hold down the young man, but Yu Mian, who had been listening to him, grabbed him, and then said to the wind: "It's not a big deal, let him vent."

The half-loud young man also calmed down, and said with some sadness: "They want me to die, but I didn't die, but the person who shouldn't die died."

Feng Lai said: "So you don't know why they killed you?"

The boy said, "I don't know.

Feng Lai asked again, "Who is the person who doesn't deserve to die".

The young man seemed to be stunned, and his hand clutched the quilt, as if he wanted to tear the quilt open. His eyes were red, and his voice was slightly hoarse: "The master is dead, and he will never come back." The sleeve of the young man's shirt wiped his face, as if hiding his face and weeping. After a moment of silence, he suddenly said to the wind: "Is the old fairy of Fengyue still there?"

Feng Lai was also puzzled when he heard this, the ancestor has been immortal for more than 400 years, and this young man is actually here for his grandfather?

The young man saw that the wind was hesitant, so he then asked, "Are you familiar with the people of the Purple Blue Dao in the Tianhan Valley of the Zhongzhou Continent?"

Feng Lai replied: "The ancestor of Yuesheng has already passed away, and the people of Ziqing Dao are the old friends of the ancestors.

The young man said: "I am Qi Yang, a disciple of Ziqing Daoren, who lived in seclusion in Tianhan Valley for more than 500 years before his death, and he and Mr. Yuesheng were only one-sided, so they became close friends. Do you know that the old timers of Feng Yuesheng once gave the ancestor a divine object.

Feng Lai said: "But I don't know."

The young man named Qiyang also said with a little surprise: "Tianmang Star is a token given to the ancestor by the old predecessors of Fengyuesheng, don't you all know?"