"Also, what has been done, why regret it. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

The phantom floated back, and the blackness became a little bleak, showing that his heart was not as relaxed as his words.

Seeing this scene, a trace of sarcasm crossed the corner of Fu Tutian's mouth. Thinking of that person, a flash of panic flashed in Fu Tutian's eyes, and he had to admit that although he had a deep hatred with that person, he still felt a deep fear of him. He was like a firefly and a bright moon to that man. He would never have dared to plot that man's only son unless he had an adult......

But everything is going well, tomorrow we will see and know, Futu Tian? This name has a great cause and effect, since I am touched, I will inevitably die, so why should I be afraid of that person?

Tranquility was restored in the eyes of Futu Tian. The cold gaze made the phantom feel a chill deep into his brain, that kind of look, he had seen before, that person was this kind of gaze, a gaze that was mortal and had endless madness.

The scene he had seen before, that person used the cultivation of the initial realm of the backer to kill dozens of high-level powerhouses of the backer, although they all died in the end. But this scene is deeply in the phantom's mind, because that person is his eldest brother......

calmed down, the phantom temporarily forgot the fear in his heart, and said with a slight sneer: "It's me who is in love, that person is already old, hehe." ”

Seeing the phantom like this, a flash of disdain flashed in Fu Tutian's eyes - even if that person was no longer ambitious, but he was still him, how could you be underestimated? But he didn't say anything, after all, this person was extremely despicable, why should he care about his life or death.

Shaking his head, Fu Tutian said in a deep voice: "Let's leave, if there is the slightest change tomorrow, you should know the adult's methods!"

The phantom continued to float, and then he said in a trembling voice: "Yes... Be. With that, the shadow grew lighter and lighter, and finally turned into nothingness.

Seeing the phantom disappear, Fu Tutian's eyes gradually became extremely black, and an extremely cold aura leaked, and suddenly the entire hall seemed to be infected with a layer of wind and frost.

After about a few breaths, Fu Tu Tian's eyes returned to their original state, and he muttered: "This time I slipped away quite quickly, it seems that the encounter of the year has not been forgotten." My lord, was it really the Futu Heaven lineage that did what happened back then? Why ......?"

Fu Tutian's eyes became more and more confused, what happened back then was quite weird, as if a thousand fogs shrouded in it, making people lose themselves.

"This matter needs to be considered, after all, Wei'er is not ordinary!"

"I leaned over as a pawn just to see the blue sky...... I incarnated as a floating slaughter, just to slaughter the floating ......"

"Futu family, I will be bloody about what happened back then!"

Fu Tutian's expression was complicated, how could he be helpless in words? It was time for the grievances and entanglements of that year to disperse!

"Wei'er, don't blame me for being ruthless, you shouldn't be the son of that man......"

Fu Tutian's figure slowly dissipated, and what was there was just an afterimage. The hall returned to silence and coldness, only a word swirled in it, but then dispersed, unknown......

......

It's still the same small courtyard, but the difference is that the ironwood in the courtyard has bloomed......

With a creak, the small door opened, and two figures entered. The gray-clothed young man walked ahead, followed by a man with a sword.

Walking into the courtyard, the gray-clothed young man suddenly stopped, and looked at the crooked ironwood with white flowers a little sadly.

"Master?"

When the man with the sword saw the boy stop, he felt strange and asked. However, before he finished speaking, the sword-bearing man's expression changed, and he also saw the tree with flowers......

"The host ......"

Wei Ying looked at the young man with an ugly face, and there was only worry in his eyes, because he was the only one who knew what the Iron Tree meant to his master, and even more so knew that something ominous would happen to the Iron Tree when it blossomed......

The young man's face was pale, and there were blood stains flowing from the corners of his mouth, and he looked at Tiemu with a complicated look, and the light in his eyes was gone.

"Don't worry, I'm fine. Needless to say, just stand, I need to be quiet. The boy spoke, his voice hoarse and exhausted.

Looking at the somewhat stiff back at the moment, Wei Ying had a thousand words in his heart, but he couldn't speak. Because he is his heaven, he will not let him speak, and he will be speechless. Wei Ying roared in his heart, he hated this day, he hated this land, he hated himself even more......

The budding flower bones bloomed at a speed that was visible to the naked eye, and then withered in a few breaths......

A poignant and desolate whirling courtyard, two silent figures seem to stand among the sea of flowers, and the fluttering petals are like snowflakes in winter......

Time passed, and the courtyard was dressed in white, and the branches of ironwood had no flowers or leaves. The western sky is full of red clouds, red like blood, dotted with white flowers, and the sky is getting darker......

"Ironwood blossoms, life is boundless, and a lifetime of clumsiness, just for one day to be poignant in the world...... Huh..."

Shaking off the petals on his body, the young man smiled bitterly. Walking towards the rattan chair covered with dead leaves and white flowers, the young man's steps were a little staggering, and the cool breeze blew through, blowing the ends of his hair, and the fluttering hair was already pale......

The boy did not lie down as he had done before, but stood under the depleted ironwood, a pale hand running feebly across the tree, without saying a word. The sunset is gone......

"If there's anything you want to ask, just ... Just ask. The boy spoke, his voice hoarse.

"When the ironwood flowers bloom, Wei will be Wei. Is it?" the sword-bearer's voice trembled, and his words were uttered extremely slowly, with great fear revealed. He hoped he had deceived him!

"Yes! ”

"Then why did you agree to let me go?" the man was no longer grandiose, he was like a lost child at the moment, his eyes were full of fear, he... I'm afraid!

"You're here, but you're just a burden. ”

"Well, Shadow can die before you. ”

"Why do you have to do this, someone will bury me? What about your family's hatred?" the young man scolded loudly, and his words were very complicated.

"The shadow of the Lord's death disappears, which is the duty of the Shadow, and the Shadow has no regrets. Shadow parents won't blame either. ”

"Why are you so stubborn?"

The boy turned around and sighed in a low voice. Looking at Ah Jiu, I remembered that back then, back then, the young man's eyes shrank suddenly, and a look of horror flashed:

"That arranger's heart is so big!"

"What?" Shadow was stunned, not hearing the boy speak clearly.

"It's okay, it's okay. Sit down!" Ignoring the man, the boy walked over to the edge of the wicker chair and lay down.

Wei Ying Pan sat on the ground, waiting for the boy to speak. He knew that his master must have something important to explain, otherwise there would be no words for these two days. I can't say that today he will disobey his master's order for the first time - the shadow of the lord's death is gone, and the words of ten years ago will always be remembered in his heart!

"You have enlightened Kunlun?"

"Yes!"

"How many do you see?

"See!"

"Huh?" the boy glanced at the man in surprise, but didn't ask anything, just nodded.

"Not bad. If you don't fall, you will be a peerless sword cultivator one day!"

"I'm just a shadow of my master. ”

“.........”

A night passed, and the young Futu Wei and Yu Weiying talked a lot, but they deliberately didn't say anything.

In the end, Wei Ying finally left, and he agreed to leave the northern kingdom and not ask about the northern affairs for a hundred years. There were still too many questions in his mind, but the boy didn't say it, and he didn't ask either.

"Why is the iron tree connected to the master's fate, and the master can still live when the tree withers?"

"What exactly is the master talking about?"

"And who is the one holding the chess piece?"

“.........”

There are too many questions, and the host said that he will talk to himself when they meet again. That being the case, then you will be enlightened after a hundred years!

Looking at the emaciated figure, Wei Ying's heart was full of reluctance, but he still chose to leave, even if he went to the wrong way, he still left. Because he is his master, he said that if we meet in a hundred years, we will see each other in a hundred years!

Standing at the gate of the small courtyard, Fu Tuwei looked at the back of Wei Ying leaving, his eyes were plain, there was no reluctance, no grievance; some were just an obsession, a kind of rebellion to fight for his life with the sky! He didn't believe that he would really fall into the Nine Shadows, even if that hexagram was occupied by the old man of Tianji!

When the shadow disappeared from view, the boy turned and entered the small courtyard, walked to the dead tree and stared quietly.

"Thousand-year-old Tiemu and my life, can I break the situation? How can I know this person? Futu Tian...... What kind of place is it?"

"Who and where is the scene in my mind?"

"Who is the middle-aged man in the dream?"

"Who is that Kunlun person?"

Fu Tuwei's eyes were in a trance, and the thick fog covered his eyes, making him unable to see the road ahead, and looking back, he forgot the dust.

His eyes gradually became clearer, and the emaciated boy looked up at the sky, which was the direction of the shadow's departure......

"Ah Jiu, in fact, everything starts from the breaking realm. They want me to break through the realm tonight, and if I fail, I will die, and the mountain breath can allow those who are looking for the nine realms of the mountain to break through the backer. If you succeed, won't you die? Hehe, this game is dead!"

The boy sighed, turned and went into the house, he hadn't slept in bed for a long time......

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