The frost of the last century shattered into a nightlight

Shine up the night sky

It is difficult to achieve results in this situation

Your fingerprints are on her lips

My wait will be reduced to ashes and fall behind you

The sky is full of grass

Time lasts forever

The summer rain soaks and rots everything

Hatred is not sealed or separated in this season

Brilliant and jointed

Waiting in the wither

All things in one life are ten thousand years at a glance

The only thing that is missing is your time

Wind side of the East of Atyste: Zero Sword Sect

Candidates' Accommodation:

Putting Yang Huan on a wooden chair again, he let out a heavy breath, dressed in plain clothes, and his chest was still stained with the blood that Yang Huan vomited, he sat aside, took off the kettle he was carrying, drank a few sips of water, glanced at Yang Huan, and said to himself: " You are a burden, if it weren't for the blood grass for you, I would have passed the second level of the exam justifiably, but it also dragged your blessing, and I moved the old guy by mistake, along the way, you were relaxed, but I was tired. ”

The gray sky began to slowly reveal the traces of the sun, the mountains in the east were brilliantly paved with a layer of sunset afterglow, the remaining few dark clouds drifted around in the sky helplessly, there was no place to return, the nearby Fanghua trees were washed by the heavy rain, turquoise and green, a breeze blew, the remaining rain on the leaves fell to the ground with a "bang", the air was filled with the fragrance of leaves and earth, and the grass at the feet came from the chirping of small insects, "squirping" called for the coming of the night.

The showers stopped, there was silence between heaven and earth, and all the candidates returned to their residences one after another to rest, Xu Fuhui did not send Yang Huan back to his residence, but let him lie on the stone chair not far away, Xu Fuhui sat on the side, breathing the cold air after the rain, calming the chaotic mood in his heart, thinking about how to pass the last exam tomorrow.

In a trance, a dragon's roar came from the sky, and after a few circles in the sky, the black dragon with a black body circled in the sky, and then turned into a half-drunk drunk man in ragged clothes with a wine bottle beside Yang Huan.

Xu Fuhui stood up suddenly, looking at the uninvited visitor in front of him with a vigilant expression, he hurriedly took a few steps forward: "Who are you!"

The drunk man didn't bother to answer Xu Fuhui's question, took a sip of wine unhurriedly, walked in the direction of Yang Huan slowly, gently picked up Yang Huan's wrist that was still in a coma, closed his eyes for a while, and then laughed loudly, and walked towards Xu Fuhui, with suspicion and suspicion in his eyes: "Is it the blood grass you took?"

Xu Fuhui slowly put down the hand that was about to attack, and looked at the person in front of him with a frown: "How do you know, who are you!"

"I'm not in a hurry to tell you, it's just that he's already detoxified, why is he still unconscious?"

Xu Fuhui spoke cautiously word by word, for fear of saying something he shouldn't say: "Although he has taken the Blood Transformation Grass to relieve the poison of the discrete needle, and I have also sent him a part of the power of the gods, but the toxicity of the discrete poison is fierce, and he still needs a period of time to recover his strength." ”

When the drunk man heard this, he simply took a sip of wine, and then released a burst of fire in his hand, and the wine jug in his hand disappeared, and then quickly walked to Yang Huan's side, sat down cross-legged, and carried the power of the fire-like gods to push Yang Huan's body violently.

Seeing this situation, Xu Fu hurriedly ran over and hurriedly stopped: "Wait a minute, he is the physique of the Fengyuan deity, you are the deity of the Huoyuan, you must not ......treat him" Xu Fu replied without finishing his words, and saw Yang Huan absorbing the power of the Huoyuan deity safely, and his heart was shocked: Why is this! Fengyuan, the Huoyuan deity accepts at the same time, and there has never been a record of people with such a physique in ancient books!

Xu Fuhui was still thinking strangely, and the drunk man who carried the Fire Yuan Deity to heal Yang Huan's wounds closed his eyes while saying to him: "What's the use of your insignificant Feng Yuan divine power? If you rely on your little divine power and wait for him to recover naturally, I'm afraid, I won't be able to wake up in a few months, and as a result, I won't be poisoned by the discrete poison, but in the end I will be starved to death!"

Xu Fuhui's face flushed with a blush, and at this moment he complained that the heavens had given him such a divine power, looking at the terrifying fire power released from the palm of the drunk man in front of him, he felt ashamed of himself. In less than half a pillar of incense, the drunk man put away his hand, the sky-high fire suddenly disappeared, Yang Huan slowly opened his eyes, and coughed a few times in his throat.

Looking around, Xu Fuhui stood quietly aside, the ragged figure behind him seemed familiar, Yang Huan let out a few heavy breaths, his throat was dry and smoking, and looked at Xu Fuhui: "Why am I so thirsty!"

Xu Fuhui hurriedly took a few steps forward: "This is a normal situation, you ......" Xu Fuhui was about to take out the kettle from his waist and hand it to Yang Huan, but was interrupted by the drunk.

The drunk called out the wine jug from the palm of his hand again, and handed the jug to Yang Huan before Xu Fu returned.

Yang Huan took the wine jug handed over by the drunk man in disbelief, took a few sips tentatively, and returned the flask to the drunk man in a hurry.

"Spicy! It's spicy! This is wine!" The expression on Yang Huan's face was distorted by the spicy liquor, and the drunk laughed loudly for a while when he saw Yang Huan's embarrassment, and then Xu Fuhui hurriedly handed the kettle to Yang Huan, Yang Huan took several sips of "coo-too", eased his spirit, turned to look at the drunk man who was drinking behind him, with a strange face, and asked tentatively: "You, are you the one in the Zhou family's firewood room that day...... Saved me and the man who moved north?"

The drunk man put down the wine jug, looked at Yang Huan with sharp eyes, and took a few steps forward, as if he was forcing Yang Huan to ask: "Let me ask you, what about the person who has been following you to protect you? Where did the stone sentry on your chest come from? Did he give it to you?"

Yang Huan was suddenly caught off guard by the sudden question, thought in his heart for a while, and replied to him: "Do you mean moving north?"

"Yes!" replied the drunkard cleanly.

"I've been separated from him for many days, and on the border of the cold abyss, the city of Liji has come to kill us, and he has pushed me to the Forgotten Bird, and I haven't seen him since then. ”

"You're talking about the city lord of the pole, but that dog thief who went to the dust?" asked Yang Huan through gritted teeth.

Yang Huan's heart was shocked, it didn't seem that the person in front of him had known the northward migration for a day or two, and his hatred for the dust was no less than that of the northward migration, Yang Huan looked at him in front of him, and asked cautiously: "You are the Qianshan in the mouth of the northward migration." ”

The drunk man was drinking, and when he heard Yang Huan's question, he raised the corners of his mouth and looked at Yang Huan with relief: "After hundreds of years, there are still people who remember my name, it's really rare!"

Xu Fu on the side came back and asked Yang Huan with a serious face: "...... you guys Acquaintance?"

"It's like an acquaintance, but it's not an acquaintance. ”

"Whether you recognize it or not, it's just Yang Huan, your current physical condition, can you participate in tomorrow's last game?"

"Did we pass the second game?" Yang Huan heard this little question, jumped off the chair as if full of strength, and asked Xu Fuhui excitedly like a child.

"Yes, you heard it right, we passed the trial of the game of life and death, why didn't you ask us how we lived?"

"It doesn't matter how he lives! As long as we get by!" Yang Huan grinned like a child, jumping around happily in place. , then shook Xu Fuhui's shoulder, and asked him excitedly: "Huihui, what is the content of the last exam?"

Xu Fuhui's face was solemn, and he looked at Yang Huan with a frown: "I heard that the third exam of the Zero Sword Sect does not need to fight and kill, but it needs to walk in front of a strange beast, as long as the strange beast does not move, it can pass the test smoothly." ”

"It's that simple!"

Qianshan, who was only concerned about drinking, laughed a few times.

Xu Fu patted Yang Huan's shoulder and looked at Yang Huan with a serious face: " Yang Huan, don't be careless, there are ancient books that record that the trial of the last level of the Zero Sword Sect seems simple, but it is actually the most difficult level in the three exams, and the name of the divine beast guarding the third level is called the Pig, which is a mythical beast in the legends of ancient times, and the ancient books describe him as big as a cow, small as a sheep, like a unicorn, with black hair all over his body, a horn growing above his forehead, his eyes are blazing, and he can distinguish between right and wrong, good and evil, once he finds out that you have any evil thoughts in your heart, he will use the horns on his head to disembowel you, and then simply eat it neatly, which is the reason why the Zero Sword Sect has never had a treacherous person for so many years, so this level, it is hell for the wicked. ”

Qianshan on the side took a sip of wine, still walking over with a drunken body, looking at Xu Fuhui with fierce eyes, and his words were in a very mysterious tone: "You kid, you are not very old, and you know a lot." ”

"You're serious, I'm not powerful, but you. ”

"What's wrong with me?"

"Nothing. Xu Fuhui was talking to Qianshan, and secretly used the power of Tianbing to probe the Tianbing of the person in front of him, and after learning the result, he shook his head hurriedly as if he was frightened.

Yang Huan on the side came over and asked Xu Fuhui seriously: "Come back, didn't you say that you would enter the ...... that night?"

Before Yang Huan's words were finished, he was gagged by Xu Fuhui and shook his head hurriedly. Yang Huan had always been in his heart, and gently removed Xu Fuhui's hand away, and didn't say anything more.

"Hahahaha, young man, the city is not shallow, I heard that you breathe heavily, and the power of the gods in your body deliberately suppresses another power, in my opinion, you have been demonic, right?" Qianshan turned to take a sip of wine and continued: " There is no shame in entering the devil, if you want to walk in front of the pig like this, the pig will definitely detect the demonic energy sealed in the depths of your body, so you will definitely be eaten by him, I advise you, or give up, young man, learn to accept it when you see it, don't know the result ahead, but insist on going your own way, and lose a life in vain. ”

When Yang Huan heard Qianshan's words, the smile on his face instantly disappeared, and he said anxiously: "What can I do then?"

Xu Fuhui looked frustrated and worried, and shook his head helplessly: "I haven't thought of any way to hide or clear the demonic qi in my body for the time being." For now, leave it to fate. ”

Yang Huan ran to Qianshan's side again and asked him eagerly: "Do you have any way? I know you must have a way!"

Qianshan looked solemn, patted Yang Huan's shoulder, and said with a deep meaning: "Yang Huan, what you have to get will not have a good result in the end." ”

"It's okay, as long as you have the means!"

When Xu Fuhui heard Qianshan's words, he immediately realized that he definitely knew what to do, and hurriedly walked over and looked at Qianshan with a calm face: "As long as I can pass this last hurdle, I am willing to accept it no matter what price I need to pay." ”

Qianshan sighed deeply, turned around and left, and spoke: "Young people are too obsessed, after all, it is difficult to let go, if you insist on reluctantly, go to the lost land, find the passing fire bead, you can block the demonic qi in the body, the lost land is in danger, you have to be extremely careful." After speaking, the thousand mountains turned into a black dragon and roared towards the depths of the clouds in the sky.

Only Yang Huan and Xu Fuhui were left looking at the sky in place and didn't say anything.

The night slowly became dyed, the light in the depths of the clouds slowly became dim, the bright moonlight sprinkled coolly on the world, and the crickets in the grass became more and more intense.

Yang Huan pulled Xu Fuhui and walked forward, Xu Fuhui looked dazed.

"Where are you taking me?"

"Go find the Passing Flame Bead!" Yang Huan looked at Xu Fu's blank expression and walked forward anxiously.

"Yang Huan, calm down first, he is drunk, whether what he said is true or not remains to be verified, you rush to the lost land like a headless fly in a hurry, don't you know how serious the consequences are?"

"Whether what he said was true or not, I believed him because he once saved a friend of mine, so I don't think he's a bad person. ”

Xu Fuhui thought in his heart: Yang Huan said that there is indeed a bit of truth, but he really has never heard of any passing fire beads, and tomorrow is the last exam, if he doesn't come back in time before the exam starts, then all the hard work he did before will be in vain! If what he said is true, but the way to pierce the lost land is long, we can't feel lost in this night, and there is really not enough time to find such a small pearl from that vast country, and then rush back. ”

As soon as Yang Huan heard Xu Fuhui's words, he suddenly smiled, he picked up the stone sentry on his chest, and smiled strangely at Fuhui: "Just rely on this." ”

Xu Fuhui looked surprised, looked at the gray stone whistle in Yang Huan's hand, and looked disdainful: "Although I admit that this stone whistle in your hand has the ability to reach the sky, but we are not going to fight, what use do you want it?"

Yang Huan didn't say anything, put the stone whistle close to his lips, the whistle blew melodiously, a birdsong came from the distance of the ink-like night sky, the flickering golden bird fluttered its wings from afar, the golden feathers looked magnificent in the night sky, and the bird stopped beside Yang Huan after circling in the sky a few times.

Xu Fu's eyes widened and he stayed in place.

Yang Huan walked in the direction of the Forgotten Bird, turned his head and asked Xu Fuhui: "By the way, have you seen my sword ghost?"

Xu Fu came to his senses: "Oh, here, I've been keeping it for you." Xu Fuhui released a burst of white light in his palm, and the sword ghost lay quietly on his palm, Yang Huan took the sword ghost, and Xu Fuhui flew on the body of the forgotten bird, and flapped his wings towards the lost land in the north.

Atlante: Junction of the Wind Side and Loss: Songling Town

The sky gradually darkened, and countless birds flocked to the dense woods, and then "chirped" between the foliage, calling each other, the red sunset on the horizon seemed to be burned by fire, and the overwhelming glow shone through this time, illuminating everyone's side face.

Xizhao heard the words of the north, said thank you, and was about to turn around and leave, but she walked a few steps, quietly stopped, and quietly looked back at the north.

Beiqian looked at the face of the eve of the hesitation, hesitated and refused to leave, but became interested, turned around and put one leg on the stool, arm on the knee, holding a cup of tea in the hand, looking at the woman in front of him who looked the same as Lan Yue a hundred years ago, his eyes were uninhibited and simple manly, he took a sip of snow tea, and said faintly behind her back: "What? Didn't you want to leave just now? Now let you go, you hesitated, what, is there anything unfinished?"

Xizhao turned around slowly, looked at the righteous northward migration in front of him with red cheeks, and said hesitantly: "Shaoxia, you...... Can you ...... again? Do me a favor?"

"What?"

"My father had a strange disease, one day he went up the mountain to chop wood, his right leg was bitten by a spider and then began to be red and swollen, and finally slowly serious, now can no longer walk, I took my father to see all the doctors nearby, they all said there is no help, I see that Shaoxia's kung fu is so good, presumably Shaoxia must have a way!"

Beiqian said nonchalantly: "I'm just a passerby, I don't know any medical skills, I can't help you with this favor." ”

After Xizhao heard the refusal of the northward migration, his heart was suddenly soaked with a cool air, his eyes were full of tears for a while, he knelt down in the same place with a "poof", and looked at the northward migration with tears in his eyes: "Shaoxia, I beg you, if you don't treat it in time, my father really won't be able to live!"

The surrounding autumn wind coldly tore people's hearts, taking away all indifference and gloom.

Beiqian's face showed a look of embarrassment, he was still worried about Yang Huan, such a small child, the divine power in his body was still sealed, if something happened, it would be troublesome, but this situation in front of him made him in a dilemma, hesitating, a loud birdsong in the sky crossed the sky, brilliant feathers, gorgeous tracks, Beiqian looked up, and his heart was shocked: "Forget to return to the bird!" He turned around and asked Xizhao: "Girl, where is your home, I'll go with you!"

"My family lives in a small lost village, and I lead the way for the young man. ”

Moving north, thinking about it, the direction in which the flickering fire and gold forgetting bird flew was the lost land, and now the girl's home is also lost, but it is also by the way, and the girl's will is fulfilled.

In the dusk sunset, he moved north in a black cloak, and walked in the direction of the lost land with the sunset.

In the sky, flying smoothly, the whole body of the golden bird of forgetfulness, there are two people sitting steadily, Xu Fuhui looked at everything in front of him, thinking carefully in his heart, although so many things have happened, he doesn't know anything about many things, but he still maintains his previous demeanor, calm and composed, he frowned, looked at Yang Huan sitting beside him, and asked in a low voice: "Yang Huan, who are you?"

Yang Huan turned his head and looked at Xu Fuhui with a strange face: "What's the matter, why did you suddenly ask such a strange question?"

Xu Fu pursed his lips: "If I guess correctly, this should be the Flame Flowing Golden Forgetting Bird, this kind of spirit beast has been recorded in ancient books, I remember that if there is no deviation, this spirit beast should belong to the spirit beast belonging to the ancient sword god, one of the four gods under the ghost king seven hundred years ago, why can it be easily summoned by this stone whistle on your chest?"

"Ancient Sword God, what do you say this bird is, .......what is it?"

Xu Fuhui glanced at Yang Huan with pretended disgust, and sighed: "You won't know what this is, just call it!"

"No, I've always called him Big Bird. ”

Xu Fuhui shook his head helplessly: "This spirit beast is not comparable to the big bird in your mouth. ”

"Then what Ancient Sword God did you just say?" Yang Huan asked Xu Fuhui curiously, like a child, curious about everything in the world.

"It is recorded in the ancient books that it is said that seven hundred years ago, the ghost king summoned a very special kind of Tianbing, but what special ability does this Tianbing have, there is no record in the book, this information seems to have been deliberately deleted, and then the ghost king relied on his Tianbing to defeat the city lord of the four countries, and then the city lord of the four countries joined forces to attack the country of the ghost king, and the warlock under the ghost king was afraid that the ghost king would be difficult to defeat the four hands, and gave the ghost king an idea, and the ghost king awakened the four ancient gods according to the method recorded in the flood classics, which were the ancient sword god, the ancient dragon god, and the thunder god Zhuo Yunyu, and the rain god blood tide to guard the Quartet of the Wraith Soul Land。 These four people are life and death, with the ancient sword god as the eldest brother, followed by the dragon god, the thunder god and the rain god, who have protected the peace of the Wraith Land for a hundred years. ”

Yang Huan was shocked after listening to Xu Fuhui's words, and his heart was terrified to think about everything he had done for himself in the north, if this forgetful bird was really a spirit beast that migrated north, then wouldn't the northward migration be the ancient sword god! Yang Huan sat dumbfounded, thinking carefully about the various encounters since he met the northward migration, and looked at the clouds that kept flying in front of him expressionlessly.

"Yang Huan, hey, Yang Huan!" Xu Fu shook the shoulder of Yang Huan, who was in a daze, and asked him strangely: "Are you okay, are you hiding something from me?"

Yang Huan suddenly came to his senses and blushed slightly: "Oh, it's okay, where are we now?"

Xu Fu was skeptical and didn't answer, Yang Huan definitely had something to hide from him, and after a sigh of relief, he didn't think about it anymore, now he just wanted to find the passing fire bead in the mouth of the "drunkard".

There are so many people in this world who have fantasized about eternity, all fantasize about the dead feelings and the deceased can come back again, spring and autumn, over and over again, but this withered past can never return, the years are swinging in circles, the days are dying day by day, yesterday's sad things are broken in the depths of the heart, drawing a ravine, and gray rain falls in the years, just like that, the two sides of the strait can no longer be spent, clear water, cold memories.

Yang Huan looked at Xu Fuhui in front of him with an innocent face, and plucked up the courage to ask him: "Fuhui, why do you know so much?"

"The more I know, the more painful memories I have, sometimes I think it's good to live a carefree life like you, but today, fight and kill, do whatever it takes to get an obsession in my heart, my heart is very bitter, and sometimes, hope is more torturous than despair. ”

"How can hope be more torturous than despair? With hope, we can have the courage to continue walking, if there is no hope, the heart is like ashes, what torture is there to speak of!"

"Yang Huan, this problem is not something that can be explained to you in just a few words, and when you experience a number of sad things in the future, and survive countless disasters and cynicism of others, you will understand the meaning of this sentence. Fu Hui sighed deeply, with great sorrow and pity for some people in his life, as if he had experienced some tragic and heartbroken thing, with the despair of desperately surviving and the pain of losing his loved ones.

"Come back, don't be too sad, things will always get better. Yang Huan looked at the indifference and despair on his face, and comforted him word by word.

Xu Fu turned around and pretended to smile reluctantly: "It's okay, it's been so many years, I haven't experienced any kind of wind and waves, I will survive it, there is nothing to be sad about, the most important thing at the moment is to pass the final trial of the third level tomorrow, I must become a disciple of the Zero Sword Sect, only in this way can I have the opportunity to see that book." ”

"You mean the Blood Record of the Spirits?"

"That's right. Xu Fuhui's tone was firm and unshakable.

"Why do you want to see that book so much? What is the ......?"

Yang Huan's words were not finished, and he was interrupted by Xu Fuhui's hoarse voice: "It's here!"

A magnificent and vast scenery under your feet, slightly reddish soil, emerald green trees, cold and clear spring water flowing in an open plain, a few black birds flying freely on the low ground, crying loudly and sorrowfully. The Forgotten Bird hovered at low altitude for a while, Xu Fuhui pulled Yang Huan and was about to jump down, Yang Huan looked frightened, hurriedly waved his hand, and desperately retreated: "Return, no, if you jump directly like this, you will fall to your death!"

The wind in the air was messily blowing the black hair that Xu Fuhui had in his ears, and he looked like he wanted to laugh but didn't hold back his smile: "The Lost Land is a very magical land, and this country guards the existence of the Flame Flute, so the power of the non-Fire Yuan Gods will be completely out of control in this land." So it's impossible for the bird to land on the ground, so hurry up and jump down, you won't fall to your death! Close your eyes and trust me!"

"What you said is really ......" Yang Huan looked suspicious, and before he finished speaking, he was dragged down by Xu Fuhui.

"Ah!, Xu Fuhui, if I fall to my death, I will definitely ask you for my life in the middle of the night!"

The two of them jumped down from the low altitude, and with the sound of Yang Huan being frightened, they fell to the ground safely.

"Alright, open your eyes!"

Yang Huan touched his chest in a panic, pretended to touch his pulse, and let out a sigh: "It's okay!"

Xu Fuhui laughed at him on the side: "If you really fall to your death, I don't know how much effort you have to save, pull you back from the ghost gate twice, I don't dislike you as a burden!"

"You're a burden!"

The two men walked bickering, looking around for a figure.

The night sky is bright and twinkling with stars, and the ten thousand starlight rotates and converges into a long river, falling into the world with a sprinkle of water, the lost land is fantastic and wonderful, and the radius is just an open plain land, there are no mountains and rivers, there is no cracked canyon, and the wind side is bordered by the pole, a quiet scene. The shadows of the trees and the shadows of the trees are intertwined and overlapped, the empty ground, there is no sound of autumn insects, all the sounds are far away, all the light of the sky is falling slowly, and the stars are steadily embedded in the night, as if there will be no sun rising the next day.

Moving north and sunset step by step calmly walked into a small thatched house, the outside of the house was surrounded by a circle of withered trunks of Fanghua trees into a fence, the yard simply raised a few chickens, on the other side quietly placed a stone grinding plate, from time to time there was a heavy coughing sound in the house, the lonely little thatched house looked lonely and helpless in the open space, the autumn night quietly fell wind and frost, the whole world was full of sadness.

As he walked into the house, he withdrew the wide hood on his head, revealing his god-like delicate facial features and long hair that seemed to fall from ink, and walked to an old wooden bed with sharp eyes, and sat on the bed with his cloak raised.

"Ask the young man to save my father. Sunset is grateful. ”

Beiqian let out a steady breath, without any answer, looking at the old man lying on the bed, full of gray hair, his face was full of wrinkles, his arm was covered with dark spots, and then he looked down at the red and swollen right leg that began to rot, his brows furrowed, he gently picked up the old man's wrist, took a thin pulse for a while, and sighed thoughtfully.

"That's right, by the tarantula. ”

Xizhao looked anxious, and hurriedly asked the north: "What is the tarantula?

"Because the tarantula is violent, the spider venom has now poured into the heart, and half of the heart has been eroded, I'm afraid I won't survive tonight. Beiqian said lonely, while looking at the old man lying on the bed in a coma.

"Shaoxia, please save my father, I lost my mother when I was three years old, it was my father who raised me with a mouthful of food, Shaoxia, Xizhao begs for ......" Xizhao looked at the cold and ice-like northward migration in front of him with red eyes, anxious and helpless!

Beiqian stretched out a hand to interrupt Xizhao's words, and said in a cold tone: "I can't see a woman crying the most, I'll help you once, help your father force out the spider venom, but I can't do anything about the tissues that are eroded and necrotic by the spider venom, you can find supplements such as Ganoderma lucidum, and give your father a good tonic for the body." After Beiqian finished speaking, he calmly picked up the old man's wrist and released the power of the gods, the flame-like light instantly illuminated the entire small thatched house, between the firelight, from the old man's wrist revealed a line of muscles and bones dyed with black spider venom, the north migrated to release a blazing golden light step by step to force back the black spider venom, where the light passed, inch by inch to restore the normal meridian blood color, half a pillar of incense time passed, the flame in the room suddenly burst out, spit out a large mouthful of black poisonous blood from the old man's mouth, after the poisonous blood was spit out, the old man's whole body began to slowly recover the blood color, the original rotten right leg also became ruddy, stopped rotting and continued to rot。

The moment Beiqian put away his hand, the bright firelight suddenly disappeared, he let out a deep breath, and looked at the dazed sunset: "I used my divine power to force him back from the spider poison in your father's body, but the damaged body tissue is beyond human control, and then you can only take care of your father!"

Xizhao looked at Beiqian stupidly, swallowed his saliva, and asked him tentatively: "Is this good?"

"If you don't believe, why do you come to me? After Beiqian finished speaking, he stood up and looked at the sunset with sharp eyes.

The old man on the bed slowly regained his consciousness and called softly: "Xi'er." ”

Xizhao hurriedly rushed to the edge of the bed, looked at his father with tears in the corners of his eyes excitedly, and was moved beyond words.

Outside the thatched house, Yang Huan and Xu Fuhui saw that a fire suddenly flashed in the thatched house, and the two people who were arguing suddenly stopped all their words, and looked at each other in fright, and after a few seconds, the two people shouted in unison: "Is it the passing fire bead?" As soon as the words fell, the two people rushed to the direction of the thatched house.

In the thatched house, seeing the excited scene of the father and daughter, Beiqian's heart was lifted, as if he had been rubbed by something, and then said: "You take good care of him, I'll go." After speaking, Beiqian raised his cloak and walked slowly out of the small thatch.

"Shaoxia, how can I repay your kindness!" Xizhao shouted behind Beiqian to stop his departing footsteps.

"You don't have to report it, it's just a trivial matter, the girl doesn't have to take it to heart, I just saw that you and I looked similar to an old man who seemed familiar, and I was rude to the girl next to the tea stall in the afternoon. After speaking, he moved north and walked quietly outside the house.

Not far away, Yang Huan and Xu Fuhui are hurrying to the thatched house, the sky is bright and the stars are sparse, the swaying moonlight is cool and sprinkled down, like broken silver, the night is heavy and presses the small thatched house, the cold temperature of the autumn night is like a tide, spreading up, with an unknown feeling seeping into the pores and sliding into the body, swaying and ringing, the prosperity of summer has withered and left the fragrance, the figure leaves only the vast direction, the world and all things rise and fall, life sings and dreams to wake up and hate a life, in the end, it is impossible to fight fate, fight life and death, where do people go, when can the flowers bloom again？