Lian Jianting's body that had just stood firm shook for a moment, and his mouth was salty, and blood spurted out of his mouth at once. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info and the situation of the real person is not much better. Feet trembling. An Yuexuan and Zheng Yu behind him hurriedly stepped forward to help Dao Zheng Zhenren.

Lian Jian Pavilion had seen his master so weak, and hurriedly asked in a deep voice, "Master, are you okay?"

"It's okay, let's be careful. Although Daozheng was injured internally, his eyes were still resolute and resolute, he looked at Lian Jian Pavilion and saw that he did not move, and then he glanced at An Yuexuan and said in a deep voice.

And at this moment, Jin Yan'er, Lu Yuqi, and Wu Zhenshan, the sect masters of the three-member Demon Sect appeared behind Lianjian Pavilion, and the second daughter was about to go up to support Lianjian Pavilion. But Lian Jian Pavilion had already struggled to stand up, and although his feet were trembling, he said in a very resolute voice, "It's okay! Let all the Demon Sect disciples retreat!"

Zheng Yu and An Yuexuan were about to lead the disciples of the Donglin Sect to chase after them and kill them, but Daozheng Zhenren shook his head, stretched out his hand to make a gesture back, and then said, "All the disciples obey the order to guard the gate of the Donglin Sect. This time, they came prepared and went calmly. Don't chase them anymore and beware of their ambushes. Hurry up and treat the injured disciples. ”

"Yes, Master. ”

Three days later, the Donglin faction was sent to the Houshan Cemetery.

The sky was gray, but there was no rain, and dark clouds hovered over Donglin Mountain. The wind was cool, the air smelled of sadness, and everyone's faces were filled with grief and contemplation.

The cemetery was already full of people, dressed in mourning clothes, all dressed in linen and filial piety. From all over the cemetery came whimpering cries. Everyone bowed their heads for the sake of their loved ones and friends who died in this battle.

In front of a bluestone tombstone on the east side of the cemetery. The cries of babies were heard. This piece is carved into a tombstone with bluestone slabs, and the tomb of Fan Jing Liangyi, a disciple of the Donglin School, is neatly engraved with large letters.

What is written on the inscription is the son: Fan Tian. Female: Liang Muyili.

Fan Tian, who was less than the height of the wheel before the tombstone, stood silently, he burst into tears, crying loudly, and carrying the newborn Liang Muyi on his back.

This may be the last time he cries, and from today onwards he will have to take care of his sister Liang Muyi. Although An Yuexuan and Lin Yue wanted to take care of Fan Tian and Liang Muyi, Yiye Zhenren spoke and asked the two children to follow him. Yiye Zhenren is An Yuexuan's master, and his seniority is the highest in the Donglin faction, and even the head of the sect, Zun Daozheng, has to respectfully and respectfully call him a master.

I cried for a long time, and there were fewer and fewer people around. There are only a few people in the cemetery.

Fan Tian looked at the tombstone, and gently said to the little Mu Yi behind him, "Mu Yi, say goodbye to my parents!" Then Fan Tian bowed deeply and walked home silently.

When I returned to my original home, I opened the door, but there was no one in the empty and cold walls.

This place used to have a lot of joy and warmth in Fan Tian.

"It's time to leave! I'm going to take care of my sister now. Fan Tian thought silently. At this moment, Fan Tian found that his sister behind him was crying again. Quickly untie the harness, put down Liang Muyi and began to change Liang Muyi's diaper, fortunately, there is a very mature soul in his young body, otherwise he will definitely not be able to live such a hard life.

After taking care of his sister, Fan Tian took out the space storage bag. Usually, this space storage bag is usually used by monks to put magic weapons, weapons and spirit stones, in short, they are some fairy things, but Fan Tian uses it to move.

The space storage bags are worn with some firewood, rice, oil, salt, spatulas, pans. If Dao Zheng Zhenren saw Fan Tian using this prize he gave him to pretend to be these mundane things, he didn't know that he would have a mind in his heart.

These mundane things are the bits and pieces of Fan Tian's life with his parents. These are all things that Fan Jing and Liang Yining used before they died.

Liang Muyi stopped crying after changing the diaper. With sparkling eyes, he watched Fan Tian pack his belongings. The monk's family was poor, and Fan Jing didn't leave much money for Fan Tian, and when he sorted out the relics of the two, he found forty pieces of silver, which was only enough for them to live for two years.

After packing up the soft clothes, Fan Tian picked up Liang Muyi on his back and tied the strap with one hand.

Fan Tian walked out of the house and locked the door of the house. When the lock clicked shut, Fan Tian knew that he couldn't lock the thoughts of his family in his heart at all.

Glancing back at this originally warm and happy home again, his nose was a little sour, Fan Tianqiang held back the tears that were about to flow out, shrunk his nose, and walked towards the forbidden place of the Donglin Sect's sword shrine.

"Fan Tian!" was about to leave the dormitory area of Donglin Mountain, when a delicate girl's voice reached Fan Tian's ears. Fan Tian followed the sound and saw that it was An Xueruo, the little daughter-in-law who usually followed him.

Her beautiful and lovely big eyes were filled with sadness, and she walked towards Fan Tian with broken steps, grabbed his hand, and then said softly: "Brother Fan Tian, are you really going to scout Master Tai for eight years?"

"Yes!" Fan Tian nodded, his eyes flashed and stared at An Xueruo's pair of clear eyes, and then said in a deep voice, "The Taishi Guild will pay me." In this way I support myself and my sister. ”

An Xueruo's eyes began to glisten with tears, she blinked her eyes gently, and then said in a childish voice: "Brother Fan Tian, I am reluctant to let you go." As she spoke, tears fell on her little face.

If An Xueruo cried, Liang Muyi immediately cried.

Fan Tian gently patted Liang Muyi on his back, and said softly to An Xueruo: "Don't worry! I'll come and see you when I'm free. If you have time, you want to come and see me!"

An Xueruo gently nodded her little chin, and then whimpered in response: "Hmm!"

Fan Tian gently wiped away the tears on An Xueruo's face, his little hand touched the warm and delicate skin on An Xueruo's face, and felt the wetness of the tears, Fan Tian's heart was bitter, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and then said softly: "Sister Xueruo, don't cry in the future." I'm no longer by your side in the future, don't let other boys, help you wipe your tears, okay?"

"Well, Xue Ruo won't cry anymore. ”

Seeing this, An Yuexuan's heart couldn't help but be very sour, he took out a space storage bag, handed it to Fan Tian, and then said, "Fan Tian, you can take these dry food and plates." ”

"Thank you, uncle!"

"If you have any difficulties, come to your uncle. Uncle will definitely help you. ”

Fan Tian took the space storage bag and was about to go on the road, but An Xueruo suddenly rushed up and hugged Fan Tian. Again he cried loudly. Fan Tian's eyes were also red, and he hurriedly said, "Xue Ruo, I will be back soon." ”

"Brother Fan Tian... I'm going to miss you very much. ”

"Me too. ”