It was winter, and the slightly gray sky was sprinkled with a little white velvet, covering the earth with a thin veil of plain veil. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The sound of horses' hooves of "da-da" was played endlessly on the official road in Luoshui County. Perhaps there are often teams marching here, and the earthy yellow road is unique compared to the light white of the neighborhood.

Liuyun rode on horseback, and the cold in his face did not disturb his thoughts.

Since the incident in Black Eagle Village, they have experienced several bandits along the way. This made Wei Ping go out and didn't look at the yellow calendar, the "catastrophe" he encountered this time was almost as good as the sum of the previous ones. Fortunately, there are two masters in the team, Drunken Ke and Liuyun, and they are all thrilling every time.

Although Liuyun is not accustomed to blood, and can even be said to be disgusted, he agrees with the drunkard's point of view, that is, no matter what excuse can hide the fact of doing evil, coupled with the clear will to protect in his heart, even if he doesn't like it, he doesn't have the previous hesitation.

However, there is one thing that worries and alerts him, that is, every time he is stained with blood, there will be a faint surge of excitement and murder in his body, but it does not explode under the dual suppression of subjective thoughts and nameless scriptures.

This situation of walking on thin ice brings a strong sense of crisis to Liuyun. He didn't want to go berserk again, and he still has lingering palpitations when he was cruel and violent. However, he didn't know how to pull out this "cancer", so he had to be careful to prevent it.

In fact, the best solution is to stay away from these fights and killings, and out of sight is pure. However, there are always a lot of helplessness in life, and sometimes in order to persevere in the heart, you have to take on some things and give up some things. Therefore, Liuyun chose the path of facing and fighting.

In addition to these not-so-good memories, there are many cheerful scenes in Liuyun's mind: talking with everyone in the caravan, listening to Zheng Yue's nonsense, and playing with Zhang Yun and Xiaoli......

Three months of ups and downs, short and unforgettable. Although he is extremely reluctant, there is no feast in the world, and the separation that should come will always come.

Looking at the fork in the road ahead, Liuyun stopped his horses, and the caravan slowly stopped.

There are two roads here, the west-facing official road leads directly to Chenzhou, where Qiancheng County is located, and the east-facing road leads to Fanfengcheng, the "terminus" of the caravan.

Liuyun originally wanted to escort all the way to Fan Fengcheng, but Zheng Yue saw that he was eager to return to his hometown, so he suggested that he go straight west here. Under Zheng Yue's persuasion, Liuyun learned that this place was not far from Fan Fengcheng and was a plain land, and there was no danger of robbing the road, so he thought about it and agreed. Wei Ping wasn't very happy, but did he dare to say "no"?

Regardless of Wei Ping's feelings, everyone in the caravan was sorry for Liuyun's early departure. Three months is enough time for them to remember this young man who saved them from danger several times. Especially the youngest Zhang Yun, when she saw that Liuyun was leaving, she was about to cry.

Pieces of snowflakes falling, adding to the melancholy of parting.

Liuyun turned the horse's body and slowly glanced at the familiar people in the circle, and his heart was also full of mixed feelings, and he lost his words for a while.

After a while, Liuyun adjusted his mood and looked at Zhang Yun first. The little girl has a double bun head, wearing a big red floral jacket, which is carved in pink and jade, and it is cute. But now, the white and tender little face is full of tears, which is pitying.

For Zhang Yun, who is like a sister, Liuyun always loves and cares for her. He smiled and comforted softly: "Xiao Yun'er, don't cry, take good care of yourself." ”

The little glass in Liuyun's neck also "chirped" at the little girl, as if saying goodbye and being relieved.

Zhang Yun wiped her tears and responded silently: "Well... Well..."

With a secret sigh, Liuyun looked at Zhang Hansheng beside Zhang Yun and saluted him.

Zhang Hansheng also nodded in response. As an old man who has lived for a while, of course he will not cry like his granddaughter. It's just that the indifferent expression can't hide the reluctance and regret in his eyes, after all, he has taken a lot of care from Liuyun along the way, and I'm afraid I won't have a chance to repay it in the future.

Liuyun swept his gaze over the two of them, looking at the drunken guest behind the crowd, who still looked like he was drunk and dreaming of death. Seeing this, Liuyun shook his head helplessly, and then said loudly: "Uncle drunk, thank you all the way! If we meet again in the future, I will invite you to drink!"

This is the first time he has thanked the drunk customer seriously, he was too arrogant to say it before, but now that he is about to separate, he is a lot more honest.

The drunken guest listened to Liuyun's heartfelt thanks, didn't say anything, just raised the wine bag in his hand and shook it, saying goodbye.

Liuyun smiled, and didn't mind, after all, this is the unique style of drunken guests.

Retracting his gaze from the drunken guest, Liuyun looked around at the people who had seen him off for a week, and finally fixed his gaze on Zheng Yue. He hugged his fist at Zheng Yue and said sincerely: "Brother Zheng Yue, take care!"

"Little Brother Liu, too, I hope to cherish it! If there is something, you can come to find my brother and me, and I will definitely help you!" A sincere voice came out of Zheng Yue's mouth, he hugged his fists, and stared at Liuyun with reddish tiger eyes.

Liuyun nodded at him, then looked at everyone deeply, and said in a loud voice, "Everyone, goodbye!"

After speaking, Liuyun pulled the reins and ran away without looking back, he didn't want people to see the wetness in his eyes.

The cold wind howled, Liuyun felt the weight of the package on his back, the crystal in his eyes became even brighter, and the horses moved faster. You know, what kind of money is in that package, but also everyone's affection.

At this moment, the light snow was flying, riding alone, and behind him, a group of people stopped silently.

......

The sound of "wheels" was rolling, and in the carriage, Zhang Yun was leaning on her grandfather's arms.

After an hour of relaxation, her emotions finally calmed down, at least she stopped crying, but her red and swollen eyes proved how fierce she had cried before.

"Grandpa, will we see Brother Liuyun again?" Zhang Yun raised her little face, her innocent eyes full of hope.

"This..."Zhang Hansheng hesitated, he couldn't break his granddaughter's thoughts bluntly, so he paused before continuing, "Of course, we can see Yun'er again when she grows up." ”

"Then, Yun'er has to grow up quickly, and..." I don't know what to think, two red flowers floated on the little girl's cheeks.

Zhang Hansheng was a little dumbfounded. No, my little granddaughter is only seven years old, seven years old! Liuyun's kid is really a beast, such a young child will not let go.

Zhang Hansheng was about to instill some concepts of fire prevention, theft prevention and cloud prevention to his ignorant granddaughter, when an ominous black mist poured out of the carriage, and the entire carriage was filled in an instant.

The drunk passenger in the same car immediately became alert, and he quickly opened the car door, preparing to evacuate the fog and restore his vision. However, this did not have any effect, and the black mist continued to gather in the carriage. Seeing this, the drunken guest drew the soft sword at his waist and looked solemnly guarded.

Zhang Hansheng was also startled by the sudden darkness, but the first thing he thought of was his granddaughter Zhang Yun. He tightened his arms, but he was startled, because there was nothing in his arms. He hurriedly groped around, and at the same time shouted loudly: "Yun'er!

But in response, only the black mist in the silent space mocked silently.

This strange scene came and went as fast as it came, and in a few moments, the carriage was back to normal. However, it is only the environment that has been restored, and there is one less person.

"Yun'er!Yun'er!!" Zhang Hansheng shouted anxiously, because the missing person was his precious granddaughter, Zhang Yun.

Although the drunk customer on the side was not shocked, he jumped out of the car as soon as possible to find Zhang Yun's figure.

At this time, everyone in the caravan also sensed that something was wrong and rushed to check. After everyone learned that Zhang Yun was missing, they also tried their best to look around.

However, as time passed, everyone's hearts gradually cooled. They had searched the neighborhood over and over again, but found nothing.

In the end, the night fell and everyone had no choice but to stay here for one day and continue to search for it tomorrow.

However, their efforts are doomed to be useless...

......

In a cave a hundred miles away.

"Boom, boom..."The night owl's laughter kept echoing. Ochre Po looked at Zhang Yun who was unconscious in her arms, and her wrinkled old face was as happy as a chrysanthemum.

"I didn't expect it, I didn't expect that a whim would be able to meet the body of the heavenly spirit. The more she looked at Zhang Yun, the more she liked it, and her dry palm caressed her pink face back and forth.

After being excited for a while, her brows suddenly furrowed, and she muttered, "Is it too late, you can only hurry." ”

As she spoke, the black gas on the hand of the ochre woman was shocked, and all the clothes on Zhang Yun's body turned into ashes. With a faint glance, she manipulated the black qi to lift the young delicate body towards a mysterious pool.

The pool was not large, and it was round in shape. The walls of the pool are made of jasper carved with patterns, and the water is thick plasma bubbling with bubbles. The combination of the two, the green is covered with crimson, and the strangeness adds a sense of horror.

In the pool, Zhang Yun's body slowly sank into the crimson pool liquid under the control of the black qi, and only the immature face and scattered black hair floated on the pool liquid. Her serene expression showed that she was unaware of what was going on.

And on an altar of dry bones facing the pool of blood, I don't know when the ochre woman sat down cross-legged here. Her hands were joined and parted, and she quickly pinched out various hand decisions, while murmuring obscure words in her mouth.

As Ochre Po's movements accelerated, Dao meridians bulged from under her skin, curling and twisting like small snakes, and her slender body continued to dry up, as if someone had drained her flesh and blood.

At the same time, the lines of the pool wall were shining bright red, and the pool liquid inside was also churning, and wisps of blood began to burrow into Zhang Yun's body along the pores.

Zhang Yun's originally peaceful face suddenly tangled together, beads of sweat the size of beans burst from her forehead, and her small body trembled incessantly. Great pain ran through the young Zhang Yun mercilessly.

While fighting the law, the woman observed Zhang Yun in the pool. Seeing that the ceremony went well, she sighed secretly, and an indescribable expression appeared on her withered face full of ravines, as if she was satisfied and helpless.

She, Ochre Po, a demon cultivator in the merger period, still can't withstand the erosion of six hundred and fifty years after all, and her life is coming to an end. If not, she wouldn't have to look for the right person to carry on her mantle.

It's just that Ochre Po's vision is very high, and general funds can't get into her eyes at all, and a lot of time is wasted because of this.

Originally, she planned to lower her requirements and choose any one, but she never thought that she would encounter a rare heavenly spirit body today. That Heavenly Spirit Body's absorption and comprehension of the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi were far beyond ordinary people, and the cultivation speed was even faster.

After waiting for so long, she finally looked forward to a satisfying big baby, and of course Ochre Po was ecstatic. But then came bitterness, after all, she was running out of time for herself. If there is enough time, she still plans to help this little girl build the foundation first, but at the moment, her situation does not allow it. As a last resort, she directly made a desperate bet and forcibly carried out the blood refining ritual.

To be honest, Ochre Po has no bottom in her heart, and she is not sure if this little girl can hold on. Now that the situation is good, she is also a lot more relieved.

Suddenly, the last thing Ochre wanted to see happened. I saw Zhang Yun in the pool struggling violently, and blood slowly overflowed from her seven orifices.

"The spirit is overflowing!" Ochre Po was startled, and hurriedly cast other spells, intending to stabilize Zhang Yun's soul. However, this only played a role in delaying, and Zhang Yun's soul was still gradually weakening.

Unwilling to let her life's work go to waste, she tried her best to turn the tide. In the end, it seemed to have an effect, and Zhang Yun's soul gradually condensed from the verge of collapse.

Seeing this, Ochre Po breathed a sigh of relief, as long as this level was passed, there would be no danger in the future. After Zhang Yun's condition was settled, she continued the ceremony.

The weak Zhang Yun soaked in the pool, and the crimson pool liquid set off her bloodless little face, making her even more pale and pitiful. Her eyes were closed, except for a small mouth that opened and closed slightly.

"Brother Liuyun..."

The faint murmur seemed to have traveled through time and space into Liuyun's ears.

"Probably an illusion. Liuyun shook his head, didn't care, and then rested.

......

In the Xuanyuan Palace on the abyss side of the Demon Realm, the circulating red mist condensed two pictures, one was a flowing cloud with his eyes closed, and the other was Zhang Yun in the blood pool.

"Hehe, I wonder what it will be like for them to meet again?" Zu Yan Xuezun smiled and stared at the picture in front of him and said to himself, "Xiao Liuyun should like this gift." ”

Zu Yan Blood Venerable often pays attention to Liuyun's every move, and Zhang Yun, who is the body of the Heavenly Spirit, of course can't escape her eyes. Due to Zhang Yun's special physique, she calculated a little, and when she learned that she had this catastrophe, she had some ideas.

Before, Zhang Yun, who had not built a foundation, actually couldn't withstand the blood refining ritual of Ochre Po at all, and her soul origin had already suffered indelible damage under the washing of those blood essence qi, which could be said to be certain death.

You must know that this soul origin is different from the three souls and seven spirits.

The origin is the center of the living being, and all living beings rely on the origin to exist, and the soul is the carrier of each living being's emotions and memories. If the soul is scattered, the origin is still there, then there is still salvation, and if the origin is extinguished, then the saint is not saved. It's just that in general, the origin and the soul are interdependent, so few people know the difference.

And Zhang Yun's origin was deeply damaged, how could it be cured by a small monk in the integration period of Ochre Po? In fact, it was the ancestor who repaired Zhang Yun's origin with a trace of his soul origin, and at the same time did some tricks, such as blurring her memories of others, such as deepening her feelings for Liuyun, and for example...

On the other hand, she was not afraid that Nuwa would know, because this did not violate the gambling contract between her and Nuwa, and the trace of origin that was separated was cut off from the ontology by her, and she had completely integrated with Zhang Yun.

Therefore, Zhang Yun is still Zhang Yun, and her grandmother belongs to two people. Zhang Yun's behavior is also dominated by her own will, and she is not controlled by anyone. Only when Zhang Yun dies will this trace of origin return.

What's more, it is still unknown whether Nuwa found it or not, after all, the protagonist's numerology is special, and people and things that come into contact with him may undergo unpredictable changes, and Zhang Yun's soul and numerology are used as a cover-up, so they will not be exposed easily.

"However, it will take nine years for this little girl to get out of the customs, so let's take a look at Xiao Liuyun first. With that, Ancestral Blood Venerable shifted his attention to Liuyun.

"What will happen after that? Xiao, Liu, Yun..."Looking at Liuyun's delicate face, Zu Yan Xuezun's smiling brown eyes became deeper and deeper...