In the martial arts training ground, the people participating in the competition stood together, and the huge martial arts training ground was crowded.

On the viewing platform, Jiu Li's gaze swept over the disciples below, and many people had already been eliminated in this round. There was a look of interest on his face.

The sect master of the Qingyang Sect couldn't help but be nervous for a while, and looked towards the disciples.

After a while, he said lightly: "Bufa!"

As soon as the words fell, Yuan Yue flew into the air, standing in the northern void, his palms condensed a light blue light, and he remained silent.

A moment later, Feishan and Yun Qingshui also flew out, standing in the south and east of the void respectively, condensing mana, and the palms of their hands conjured purple and orange light respectively, and they also stood in the void, their eyes lightly scanning everyone.

In the crowd, the sect master of the Qingyang Sect suddenly stood up, this position in the west is extremely important, and the strength and difficulty within the enchantment all depend on the strength of the western array.

This position in the West will soon be guarded by the suzerain.

"Wait. Jiu Li suddenly stood up, "Why don't I do it for you?"

As soon as Jiu Li's words came out, Qinglu's face turned white for a while, as the chief master of the Qingyang Sect, more than half of the people under the enchantment arranged by his mana often couldn't pass through and died in the town.

And the strength of this Jiuli is much higher than him, if Jiuli arranges it himself, I am afraid that this formation will be demonized and powerful, and there are probably very few people who pass through.

"What, scared?"

The corners of Jiuli's mouth curled. "You won't worry that my strength is too strong for the disciple to break through, right?"

"If it doesn't work out, the ones he has used are no different from straw bales, so what do you want them to do?"

The heart was broken by Jiu Li's words, and Qinglu suddenly felt that he was hiding his face and sweeping the floor, and he kept a calm face and did not speak.

"Since Brother Qinglu is looking for a disciple who can revitalize the sect, that person must go through rigorous training, if this little mutation can't withstand it, what is there to talk about revitalizing the Qingyang Sect!"

Sect Master Qinglu was stunned for a moment, and then sighed slightly. Although this Jiuli is suspicious, there is some truth in his words at this time.

Revitalizing the Qingyang Sect is not a trivial matter, and ordinary people categorically cannot afford this responsibility.

He stared and pondered for a moment, then waved his hand, "That's it, you go to Bufa." ”

With the approval of Qinglu, Jiuli's figure jumped, and the next moment he arrived in the formation, stood in the void, and looked at the other four Buffs.

Yun Qingshui and Feishan glanced at each other, and Yuan Yue couldn't help but sigh deeply, this Jiuli had to see the jokes of the Qingyang Sect.

But at the moment, the sect masters have nothing to do, and they can't say anything.

The corners of Jiuli's mouth raised a trace of unkind smile, and the next moment condensed the red flame in his hand.

"Buffa begins. ”

A voice sounded, and the next moment, four rays of light red, orange, blue, and purple all came out of the hands of the four people, and after a few moments, they converged.

There was a violent sound, and the next moment, a huge barrier was laid out, enveloping all the disciples in unison.

Xuan Qing only felt that his body was cold, and everything around him was quiet.

Countless points of light were suspended within the barrier, and after a moment, they each hung about a foot above each person's head.

The tiny ball of light, about the size of a fist, was squeaking and glowing

"Listen, disciples, you must come out of the environment within an hour, otherwise you will stay in the environment forever, and your body will turn into blood and water, and you will no longer exist!"

There was a faint, illusory sound wafting through the air.

Xuan Qing looked around, at this time, within the huge barrier, he could still see the faces of the people around him, and everyone was looking at the light blue ball of light a foot away from their heads in a panic.

"Lao Tzu won't be unable to come out, right?"

"Is that the gadget?"

Everyone's discussion was endless, Xuan Qing's face was calm, and his eyes couldn't help condensing the ball of light, although this thing was very small, but he knew that it should not be underestimated, once he couldn't get out of the enchantment, he would die on this small ball.

"True Desire Illusion Opens!"

There was a piercing roar in my ears, and the entire barrier suddenly shook. Xuan Qing's body shook a few times, and he shook a few steps in succession, only then did he stabilize his figure.

Looking around again, there was nothing left, and he knew that the barrier had been opened.

Within the barrier, it's just you, and everything looks the same as the outside world.

......

After a few more breaths, the small ball of light not far above his head was completely gone, and after a loud sound in his ears, everything around him changed.

The martial arts training ground is gone, the surrounding disciples are gone, the Qingyang Sect is gone, and the Yanshui Village is in front of you.

Everything is all too familiar. Familiar paths, familiar everything.

Xuan Qing was wearing Orion's clothes at this time, and walked towards the house step by step.

Everything is still the scene a few years ago, my father was sitting in the small courtyard weaving a mulberry bow, Xuanqing pushed the door in, and shouted:

"Daddy!"

Hearing this, the father slowly turned his face, his familiar face was already old, he stood up with his body bent, looked at his son's face carefully, and after seeing the rough words, he trembled:

"Qing'er, you're back, Dad misses you. ”

Xuan Qing was hugged by his father, and his father's tobacco-scented body odor permeated him, and he felt an unprecedented sense of heaviness and steadfastness.

"Dad, I miss you too. ”

Tears flashed across Xuanqing's face, and he raised his sleeve and wiped it gently.

His father's fist smacked lightly on his back a few times, and he complained again and again: "Is it good that you have gone to cultivate immortals?"

After a long time, my father let go of Xuanqing and said lightly.

"Good. Xuan Qing held back her tears, her father's aging and increasingly old face will always be a pain in his son's heart.

As long as you are human, it is impossible to avoid such emotions.

"I'm eight layers of condensation. Xuan Qing said lightly.

When my father stopped, a smile of relief appeared on his face.

He slowly took Xuan Qing's hand and took Xuan Qing into the house like he did when he was a child.

The furnishings in the room have never been touched, and they are still the same as before, and the old wooden bed is full of all kinds of gadgets. There are small wooden horses, small squares, small slingshots, and small bows and arrows.

Those are Xuanqing's favorite treasures when she was a child, and they were all made by her father.

"Daddy is old, and he always tinkers with these gadgets when he misses you. ”

"It's a pity, you've grown up and don't need these things anymore......"

Father said, his eyes were heavy with helplessness, and that helplessness pierced Xuanqing's heart in an instant.

Xuanqing's heart suddenly soured, his fingers gently held those small things, put them away very carefully, and turned his face to look at his father: "Dad, don't care how old I am, I like everything you give me." ”

The father just shook his head lightly and said "useless" again and again.

He turned to the table, picked up a worn-out teapot, and slowly poured some water into the bowl row.

His hands trembled a little, and the water in the tea bowl shook a few times and spilled on the table.

"I'll come. Xuan Qing reached for the teapot, but his father dodged it and insisted on filling the tea bowl.

"This is your favorite osmanthus tea, and you can always drink a big bowl. ”

Father didn't look at Xuan Qing at this time, looking out the window with empty eyes, as if recalling things when he was a child.

Xuanqing picked up the tea bowl and drank the tea gently.

Osmanthus tea is still the taste of the year, but my father is already old.

A cold wind hit, and my father coughed a few times and suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood.

Looking at the hideous blood stains on the ground, Xuan Qing's heart tightened. He grabbed his father's hand and asked:

"Dad, what's wrong with you?"

The father glanced at his son calmly, and said lightly:

"It's okay, it's just coughing up blood...... Come to think of it, Dad's deadline is in the next day or two. ”

Coughing up blood?

Xuan Qing's heart couldn't help but be nervous, it was a very painful disease, every time he coughed, it would be accompanied by blood oozing.

Once you get this disease, you will only live for three or five months.

And now his father is suffering from this disease, and as a son, he doesn't know at all!"Dad, when did it happen? Why don't you tell Qing'er!"

A smile appeared on his father's pale face, and he said lightly: "Dad doesn't want to delay your cultivation, if you come back, you can accompany Dad through the last days......

Xuan Qing burst into tears in an instant.

Choked for a moment, and said again and again:

"Well, my son will always be there. ”

There was a relieved smile on his father's face, and the wind outside was tighter, blowing his father's thin clothes, and he couldn't help but shiver.

Xuan Qing got up and closed the window, and then helped his father to lie on the bed.

Another glass of water arrived, and it was handed to my father.

"Qing'er, don't go. Daddy is scared ......"

The father coughed suddenly, his face showing nostalgia for life.

Xuan Qing suddenly felt a sense of frustration that he was unable to return to the sky. He slammed the stone table next to him. The fist landed on the stone table line, and there was no sound, but there were blood marks snaking out of the joints.

He steadied his mind, held his father in his arms, and comforted: "Dad, Qing'er is not leaving, Qing'er is always there." ”

The tall and burly father was curled up in Xuan Qing's arms at the moment, looking so thin, his father's body was very light, and Xuan Qing didn't use much strength to hug it very easily.

"Daddy is afraid of ......"

"Don't be afraid, Qing'er is here. ”

"Daddy is afraid. Father's hand gently clasped Xuan Qing's shoulder, and his breathing was getting slower and slower.

Xuan Qing's heart suddenly ached.

"Don't be afraid, Qing'er is here. ”

The father and son hugged each other like this.

I don't know how long it took, but everything around me was quiet, and even the sound of insects on the trees could be heard clearly.

Suddenly, there was a slight dripping sound in Xuan Qing's ears.

It was a reminder that the illusion was coming to an end.

This kind of sound is only sounded once, and after it sounds, it will immediately break through the illusion as soon as the incense is burned.

And to break through the environment is to break everything in front of you, and the body will naturally leave.

At this moment, Xuanqing's brain is extremely clear, but all this is too real, his father's old face, and his father's little wish before he died, how can he be ruthless and smash all this!

Xuan Qing gently placed his father on the bed.

Pushing the door out, his heart was surging wildly.

A heart, tearing back and forth.