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The moon is bright and the stars are scarce, and a breeze blows through the ancient forest of stars, rolling up countless withered yellow leaves.

In one of the tombs, a hand as smooth as a baby reached out and crawled out on the edge of the tomb.

Hungry, hungry, hungry! This is how Li Xuan felt at this time.

Li Xuan tried his best to crawl out of the tomb, but he was suddenly stunned.

Under the moonlight, the three tombs stood quietly there, the line of Xun, the piano, the scenery into the photo, the faces of the three young men who were free and heroic in the past, seemed to be vivid.

Li Xuan raised his head and looked in the direction of Xuanshu Jiufeng, but found that Jiufeng was long gone.

Suddenly, Li Xuan felt empty in his heart.

Li Xuan subconsciously felt his own virtual realm, but suddenly found that the virtual realm was broken, and all the mysterious weapons in his body could not be contacted.

This thought suddenly flashed through Li Xuan's heart, and then a bitter smile appeared on Li Xuan's face.

If there is no cultivation, how can revenge begin?

With a bang, Li Xuan knelt down on his knees towards the three tombs, his face was sad, all because he was too weak.

Li Xuan kept kneeling until dawn, and Li Xuan found that the Xingchen Ancient Forest had turned yellow and had no vitality.

Looking at the incomparably desolate Xingchen Ancient Forest, Li Xuan stumbled towards the outside of the Xingchen Mountain Range.

Three days later, in a small village surrounded by boulders.

"Eh, little girl, help my aunt wash these clothes, these big men's clothes are just a little smelly, and it's still troublesome for the little girl. A middle-aged woman said to the girl in front of her, who had just arrived at the Jasper Age.

"Okay, auntie, you can put your clothes here, and I'll go to the river to wash them later." The girl who was called Xiaoya smiled at the middle-aged woman.

Although the blood-colored scar on her face looks very hideous, anyone with a discerning eye can see that if this woman goes to this blood scar, she is afraid that she is no worse than the eldest lady of the family in the big city.

The little girl took the basket and loaded the thick pile of clothes at the door that exuded a strong smell of sweat, and walked towards Xiaoqinghe outside the village.

"I don't know what iniquity I have done, that I should let this child suffer this sin. The middle-aged woman looked at Xiaoya's figure and shook her head.

The road from the small village to the Xiaoqing River was not far, but it was only half a mile away, and Xiaoya soon arrived at the river where she often came, took out her clothes, smeared them with special spices, and began to wash them.

After washing, the little girl looked at the sparkling surface of Xiaoqing River in a daze, her face was reflected in the river, and an extremely hideous blood scar seemed to be born on her face.

Suddenly, Xiaoya found that the little spirit fish at the bottom of the river seemed to be frightened, and quickly swam into the distance, and a thin figure floated in the upper reaches of the river, floating up and down, exuding a strong stench.

Xiaoya's face changed, and recently she also heard rumors that a big sect near here was wiped out.

Originally, many villages in the vicinity had already been moved, and this could not be the corpse of a disciple of the great sect that flowed from the great river of the Xingchen Mountain Range to the branch river, right?

Xiaoya hurriedly packed up her clothes, and when she was about to leave here, Xiaoya's complexion changed again, and then she withdrew her lifted foot, turned around, and looked at the figure that was getting closer and closer.

A very handsome young man who looked younger than her was floating down the river with his eyes closed and a tattered bloodstained robe.

Seeing the bloodstained robe, the little girl hesitated, looked around again, and when she saw that there was no one, she gritted her teeth, pulled up her trouser legs and walked towards the river.

After a while, the little girl panted and dragged the boy ashore, and she looked at the basket of clothes by the river, and then at the boy, and then put the basket on her breast, and carried the boy on her back.

As soon as she carried the boy on her back, Xiaoya noticed the faint heartbeat of the boy, Haoya bit her lip lightly, and began to carry many times the weight heavier than usual towards the village.

Xiaoya's house was a very simple thatched house, and Xiaoya had just walked to the door with the boy on her back, when an angry voice came.

"Stop!" the owner of the voice was a young man dressed in brocade, with a sharp beak and monkey gills, which made people feel disliked at first glance.

"Young Master Wei. Xiaoya's body trembled, and she looked at the sharp-beaked monkey-cheeked boy in a little panic.

This young girl is known, the son of the current village chief, named Wei Ye; only after the death of Xiaoya's father, this Wei Ye began to bully her, if it weren't for the help of the neighbors, I am afraid that she would not be able to live a long time.

"Who are you carrying?" Wei Ye's eyes rolled, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Ah, the hunter I picked up from the river. Xiao Ya said with a flash of inspiration in her mind, and turned her body a little, so that her body was facing Wei Ye, not letting him see the young man behind her clearly.

"What are you hiding!" Wei Ye's eyes sharpened, causing his face to distort slightly, looking a little terrifying.

"Nothing, nothing. After all, Xiaoya was used to being bullied by Wei Ye on weekdays, and when Wei Ye shouted, she was frightened back a few steps, revealing the figure of the young man behind her.

"You, you, you!" Wei Ye's eyes shrank suddenly, as if he had seen something terrifying, and his right hand pointed at Xiaoya trembling.

"Oh no! Come on!" Wei Ye shouted frantically, immediately attracting the attention of the nearby neighbors.

"What's wrong, what's wrong?" one after another, men who had just returned from hunting, and women at home hurried out.

Although they knew that it was Wei Ye's voice, Wei Ye was just a fool who relied on his own village chief father in their eyes, and he was still a child after all.

So they still ran out in a hurry, but they only saw Wei Ye looking at Erya in horror.

In other words, Wei Ye was looking at the figure in a tattered robe behind Erya.

"What's the matter? Yezi!" a group of adults made way of a passage, revealing a middle-aged man in a brocade robe, who was none other than Wei Yang, the head of the village.

Wei Yang saw his son looking at Xiaoya in horror, and pointed tremblingly with one hand, Wei Yang followed Wei Ye's eyes, and suddenly his pupils contracted violently.

"You actually dare to take in the Xuan Yuan disciples!" Wei Yang roared angrily, striding towards Xiaoya, a mouthful of spit Xingzi sprayed Xiaoya's face, and a huge palm quickly enlarged in Xiaoya's eyes.

"Smack!" A loud sound came, and a huge force came from Xiaoya's face, and Xiaoya fell to the ground uncontrollably, even with the boy behind her.

Xiaoya covered her right cheek, the tears in her eyes instantly couldn't stop flowing, and her long hair tied up fell out, revealing a large blood scar on the left half of her face.

When the surrounding villagers saw Wei Yang lose his temper, they were immediately silent, and they didn't have the slightest intention of stepping forward to help.

"Throw her out for me immediately!" Wei Yang said loudly with a flash of murderous intent in his eyes.

"Why can't you take him in! Why, he is a disciple of the Xuan Academy, didn't the Xuan Yuan have blessed us before?" the little girl suddenly looked up as if she didn't know these people.