Those dark red blood droplets were left by Zhang Ling, and Ji Qingyang collected them and gave them life at the cost of his own life. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

So those once dark red droplets of blood were now as bright as if they had just flowed out of their bodies, with a hint of divinity and a golden-red sheen.

Zhang Ling's blood is very special, which makes Ji Qingyang have a strong interest, he has not seen anyone's blood emit golden light, obviously Zhang Ling's body has undergone abnormal changes, even in the case of losing the divine spirit vein, his body is still slowly changing.

But Zhang Ling must not have known about this change, otherwise he would not have been able to go with the heart of death when he went to Fallen Soul Mountain, and his physical condition at that time was indeed the appearance of running out of oil and withering the lamp, that would not deceive people!

It's just that what makes Ji Qingyang curious is what kind of change can cause a change in the essence of blood, and this change can blind Zhang Ling!

"Senior brother, how many drops of blood are left?"

Yu Ziyu asked, with a little panic on his face.

It is located thousands of miles north of the Fallen Soul Mountain, and it is an isolated mountain col, even if the outside world has not spread to this place for years. It's quiet and indifferent, with the occasional barking of dogs, but seven or eight households, and it's noon, and gray cooking smoke wafts from every house.

"Could it be here?" Ji Qingyang put away the jade bottle in his hand, there were only three drops of blood left in the bottle, suspended in the bottle, and the golden red luster shone on the wall of the bottle, refracting a burst of brilliant light.

This place is thousands of miles away from the Falling Soul Mountain, I don't know how Zhang Yao, who had lost his spiritual vein, came here with Zhang Ling, who was seriously injured and dying!

Yu Ziyu's heart was congested for a while, and he only felt that it was difficult to breathe.

The blood obtained in the Fallen Soul Valley, with the blessing of Ji Qingyang's secret method, could actually guide a way to find the master of life! Although the blood was about to run out, the two of them were obviously not far from their destination.

A three- or four-year-old boy struggled to hold some small dry firewood, and staggered towards a house.

He was not as tall as some of the dry wood he was carrying, and his clothes were simple, and although he was patched, he was very clean, and the clean ones were a little white.

The house was on the edge, there were only two thatched rooms, and under a low canopy facing the wind on both sides was a simple cooking utensil, and the boy put the dry wood under the canopy, and drank a few sips of water before walking towards a thatched hut.

He wiped off his sweat, jumped twice, and shouted happily: "Mother, I'm back!"

An old woman walked out, she leaned over, dusted off the boy's body, and smiled a little weakly: "Why are you late today, come and eat!"

The boy helped the old woman and said, "My mother also came to eat, and when I came back today, I saw some wild fruits, so I picked a few, and I also saw two very beautiful people." ”

His voice was immature, soft, with a pitiful maturity, only three or four years old, and he was already very good at taking care of people.

Yu Ziyu showed a warm smile, looking at the mother and son below, envious.

She looked at the child carefully, and suddenly smiled: "Senior brother, this child has extraordinary roots, and he is a little similar to you when you were a child!"

Yu Ziyu said this, thinking of Ji Qingyang when she was a child, the more she looked at it, the more she felt that this childish child was very similar to her senior brother when she was a child, she turned her head to look at Ji Qingyang, and was about to speak, but saw that Ji Qingyang's face was pale and bloodless.

The child untied the placket of his tie, took out seven or eight red fruits, wiped them clean before handing them to the old woman and said, "Mother is often, very sweet, Brother Big Tiger, they all like to eat such fruits!"

The old woman took it with a smile and touched the child's head, and then sent the fruit to her mouth, which was really sweet and sour, with a faint astringency, but the aftertaste was excellent. She picked up a handkerchief to wipe the juice that overflowed from the corner of the boy's mouth, and her eyes were full of pity.

"Mother, shall I feed the remaining two to my uncle?" the young boy asked, holding up the two red fruits, with a look of hope.

The old woman laughed for a moment, and then said, "Your uncle can't eat now, he needs to sleep more!"

"Okay. The boy was a little disappointed, but immediately laughed.

"Mother, I'm going to massage my uncle's body so that he can get out of bed as soon as possible. Brother Dahu said that his grandfather used to always lie in bed, and then his grandmother massaged his grandfather's body every day, and then his grandfather was able to walk on the ground!"

The old woman pinched his smooth little face lovingly, and smiled helplessly: "Okay, it's all up to you, let's eat first!"

"Hmm!" the boy nodded vigorously and picked up the chopsticks with his little hand.

The old woman leaned over and walked out on crutches, it was very good today, she was going to dry the quilt.

But as soon as she looked up, she saw men and women suspended in the air like gods!

The man was dressed in white, gentle and elegant, but his face was pale, which ruined the beauty.

The woman was dressed in purple and had a bell hanging from her waist, making a slight noise in the wind, like a goddess.

They were suspended in the air, watching what was happening in the courtyard as if they were looking down on the gods of the world.

The old woman's pupils constricted, and she suddenly withdrew her gaze, and she bowed her head deeply and walked towards the house.

Ji Qingyang and Yu Ziyu fell to the ground and were silent.

"Wait a minute!"

Ji Qingyang shouted, his face was pale, bloodless, and his expression was a little terrifying.

The old woman stood there, but did not turn around. On the contrary, the young boy who was eating in the house heard the sound and ran out, and was a little surprised to see that it was Ji Qingyang and the others.

"Mother, I have seen them, and when I came back just now, I saw them standing at the entrance of the village, two very beautiful people. ”

The boy noticed that the old woman was a little nervous, and pulled her sleeve with concern on her face.

The old woman eased her mood a little, touched his head and said, "Chuan'er, you go to see your uncle and let your uncle drink today's medicine." ”

The boy looked at Ji Qingyang and the two with some hesitation, but he still nodded obediently and walked towards the other hut.

Ji Qingyang took a few steps forward, he was a little nervous, and asked softly, "His name is Chuan'er?"

The old woman nodded silently, her head kept deeply down, looking at her toes.

She was a little cramped, but she controlled her emotions well.

"What's his full name?" asked Ji Qingyang cautiously.

Yu Ziyu didn't understand why he behaved like this, was it because of the child who was very similar to him?

The old woman lowered her head, and her voice was a little hoarse, "Lethe, Zhang Lechuan." ”

Ji Qingyang's whole body froze, the sun that was still very poisonous in the autumn shone on his body, he didn't feel a trace of warmth, only endless coldness and sadness, almost breaking through the smiling face he forcibly maintained.

Lethe!

Lethe!

The old woman saw that he did not speak for a long time, so she walked towards the house on crutches, and her figure was a little lonely, and she was lying on her back, as if she was oppressed by endless fate.

Yu Ziyu took a step forward and wanted to hold Ji Qingyang, but he was a little out of shape, and the whole person lost his normal heart. But Ji Qingyang looked at the old woman's back, and tears flowed down without warning.

"Yao'er, is that you!"

The old woman froze suddenly.

Yu Ziyu's outstretched hand suddenly paused in the air, she looked at the old woman's rickety back in disbelief, but suddenly thought of the boy who was very similar to Ji Qingyang when he was a child just now, the boy called the old woman his mother, and there was a sick uncle!

Uncle!

Yu Ziyu turned around sharply and rushed towards the thatched hut over there!

"Don't go!"

The old woman shouted loudly, but Yu Ziyu's speed was so fast, as soon as she finished speaking, Yu Ziyu was already standing beside the bed.

In just an instant, her whole body was surrounded by joy and sorrow, and she fell limply on the side of the bed.

That's Zhang Ling, it's the Zhang Ling in her memory!

He seemed to have returned to thirteen years ago, his body was still sixteen years old, his face was flushed, and a smile hung on the corner of his mouth.

Yu Ziyu trembled and stretched out her hand to Zhang Ling's cheek, everything was so dreamy, and suddenly, she seemed to be back to that night. That night, Zhang Ling and Zhang Jie were drinking, he pretended to be drunk and was carried back to the bed, Yu Ziyu secretly ran to his bedside and looked at Zhang Ling who pretended to be asleep.

At that time, he was exactly the same as now, in a trance, it seemed like a long nightmare for more than ten years.

The boy was a little frightened when he saw Yu Zi crying silently, but suddenly thought of his mother, and hurriedly ran out.

Ji Qingyang was about to reach out to touch the old woman, when he saw that the boy, who was no longer than half his leg, stretched out his hands and protected the old woman behind him, like an eagle protecting the eaglet.

He was only three or four years old, immature and cute, his smooth little face seemed to be able to pinch out of water, his fair face was covered with blush at this time, and he shouted at Ji Qingyang with cute big eyes: "You are not allowed to touch my mother!"

Ji Qingyang hesitated, crying and laughing and withdrawing his hand, he really wanted to hug this child, this child, as Ziyu said, imagined as he did when he was a child, this is his child, it is his and Yao'er's son!

"Okay, I won't touch it, but I'm going to treat your mother, are you willing?"

Ji Qingyang squatted down, with a doting smile, he really wanted to hug this child, looking at his red little face, he felt itchy in his heart.

Who knew that the boy shook his head very seriously, with a trace of disgust in his eyes, "Anyone can treat my mother, but you can't!"

Ji Qingyang was stunned and looked at him puzzled, "Why can't I?"

"Because you made my mother like this! You're a bad person!"

The immature voice resounded in the courtyard, and the old woman, who had not spoken, changed her face and fell back staggeringly.

"Yao'er!" Ji Qingyang was startled all of a sudden, and caught Zhang Yao's body in a flash, and in just a moment, he felt the pain in his heart as if he had been hit hard with a hammer.

Zhang Yao's body was old and thin, skinny, without a trace of Yuan Force fluctuations, and the fire of life could be extinguished at any time. She fell into Ji Qingyang's arms, dying.

The boy panicked, he grabbed Zhang Yao's hand, and a hot current in his body flowed down Zhang Yao's palm to the depths of her body, Ji Qingyang felt a little embarrassed, his reaction was not as good as his son.

Removing the boy's hand, ignoring his angry gaze, Ji Qingyang injected his Yuan Power into Zhang Yao's body one by one. As if it was a long drought and a rainy day, Zhang Yao's body automatically began to absorb Ji Qingyang's Yuan Force, Ji Qingyang's face became more and more pale, but he didn't move, allowing Zhang Yao to unconsciously absorb his Yuan Force.

"Are you crazy!" the boy exclaimed, and then pushed Ji Qingyang away hard, seeing that Zhang Yao's body was about to fall to the ground, when Ji Qingyang was about to reach out to hug her again, Zhang Yao's body suddenly flew into the air, and then, like the center of a whirlpool, the visible heaven and earth Yuan Force turned into water and entered her body.

Zhang Yao's body slowly expanded, then contracted again, and expanded again, and the whole body was breathing, more than thirty times in a row, before it stopped absorbing frantically.

She seems to be rejuvenated, although it is not so exaggerated, but the appearance of the old woman before is gone, and now she looks like an ordinary person in her forties, and even her hair has become black and white, and she is no longer lightly pulled by her hair.

"Mother, what's changed?"

The childish voice muttered, looking at the body suspended in the air in confusion, but still laughed happily.