On the city in the clouds, Ning An took a woman to Gu Jinhua's side.

The woman's face was as dead as ashes, and it seemed that she had just undergone a major change to be brought to Cloudsdale, and she did not resist, but silently accepted it.

"My lord, the person you want has been found."

Gu Jinhua looked at the woman in front of him and said, "Help me do something, after the thing is done, I can let you go." ”

The woman ignored her, and kept muttering, "My Cui'er......"

Her child had been mutilated by the King of Hanhai, and although she had escaped by chance, she was also like crazy, and she only knew how to repeat this sentence constantly.

"Your Cui'er is gone," Gu Jinhua picked up Tianjiao, walked to the woman's side, and asked, "Can you help me take care of him?" ”

"My Cui'er......" The woman's eyes regained a trace of clarity when she saw the baby in front of her, and she slowly took the baby and gently held it in her arms, as if she was caring for her own child.

"Ning An, take good care of her, don't make any mistakes."

Ning An looked at the woman who was a little crazy, and said uneasily: "My lord, there won't be any accidents." ”

"No, you just take good care of it."

Ning An no longer had any doubts and left with the woman.

At this time, the Lord of the Falling Cloud Hall arrived, he looked at the woman who had left, and sighed: "Lord of the Hanhai Kingdom, this time is indeed excessive, but he will not end well." ”

"That's what you're here to say?"

"I promised Situ Yun that I would like to guard the Tianqing Seal in the Cloud Palace, and after I help you get the Cloud Palace Life Star, I have to leave too."

"Then I'll see you in three days."

……

In front of the nameless tombstone by the bluestone river, Lingchuan stood with his hands in his hands, his eyes blurred, as if he remembered.

The thunder in the sky is loud, like beating war drums, and the white electricity is overwhelming, which is soul-stirring.

Ling Chuan raised his eyes and muttered, "Are you seeing me off?" ”

The autumn rain is continuous, drenching the mountains.

A father and son held an oil-paper umbrella together, trotted all the way to the outside of a thatched hut.

The father asked his son to go into the house and raise a charcoal fire, while he was in the courtyard and packed up all kinds of mountain goods to dry on a sunny day.

"It's annoying to say that this rain is going to fall."

"Soon, you won't have to worry about it."

He suddenly felt a chill behind him, and looked at the sound, only to see a black shadow, standing not far away, after the lightning flashed, he saw the appearance of the person clearly, and suddenly seemed to be facing a great enemy.

"This will be the last rain of your life!"

"It's you! Sixty years later, I thought it was all over......"

Ling Chuan slowly walked out of the darkness, drew out the sword he saw, and said coldly: "Didn't you think that the ghost would come back for revenge?" ”

"I just want to retreat to the mountains and forests, and I don't want to go through those bloody storms again, and I was also forced by others back then."

"Those people are dead, Luo Yue, you are the last one!"

Seeing that the battle was inevitable, Luo Yue immediately picked up a hoe beside him, crushed one of them, and pulled out a dull sword.

"Didn't you say that you want to retreat to the mountains and forests, why do you still keep this murderous sword?"

"I kept this sword to protect this family."

"Joke ......"

The autumn wind rose, blowing the slanting autumn rain, and also blowing a burst of killing coldness, spreading between the two.

One person's sword intent is like a wave, endless, layered like a tent; The other person's sword intent was as cold as frost, and he summoned bitter cold, like a flower of death blooming in an autumn night.

After three or five moves, Luo Yue had already fallen into the wind, cold sweat mixed with autumn rain, and his face was full of sorrow.

"Can't you really let me go?"

"This autumn rain is seeing you off!"

With the final move, Ling Chuan's figure was as fast as lightning, and a sword pierced Luo Yue's chest.

"Does it hurt?" He didn't kill Luo Yue directly, but let the sword pierce against his heart, and with just a movement of his wrist, Luo Yue would cry out for his life, "My father left in such pain!" ”

"Hahaha," Luo Yue smiled bitterly, and sang sadly, "Even if I killed someone, I couldn't save my wife and children, and today, I can be regarded as a well-deserved death." ”

"Father!" The boy stood in the doorway, his eyes full of astonishment.

"Xiao Yuan! Don't come here. ”

The young man who was called Xiao Yuan, dragging a shovel, shouted as he walked towards Lingchuan: "Let my father go!" ”

Ling Chuan snorted coldly and said to Luo Xiaoyuan: "Do you know how many people you, the so-called father, have killed? He adopted you just so that you could be a pretext so that you could return to the mountains and forests! ”

"That's not the case, Xiao Yuan, I haven't taken advantage of you, never, you listen to me, hurry up! Come on! ”

Ling Chuan looked at the father and son coldly, at this moment, he had long lost his mind to judge right and wrong, and when he looked at Luo Xiaoyuan, there was murderous intent in his eyes.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Luo Yue immediately put his mind down, grabbed the Lingchuan sword with one hand, and pulled it with all his strength, and his heart was instantly broken, and he was powerless to return to the sky.

Ling Chuan looked at the scene in shock, without the joy of revenge, but made himself even more confused.

"I ...... Covered in blood...... Even if it rains thousands of times...... I can't wash it off......" Luo Yue struggled to take a few steps forward, letting the sharp sword pass through his chest, he put his hand on Lingchuan's forearm, leaving a bright red handprint, and with his last breath, he begged: "Let it go...... He ......"

Ling Chuan looked at Luo Yue who had fallen, and stood in place in a daze.

Luo Xiaoyuan threw himself on his father's corpse, wailing in pain, covering up the sound of the rain.

Lingchuan took a step forward, wanting to ask if the other party wanted to help with the burial himself.

"Get out!" Luo Xiaoyuan had a pair of cold eyes that were red and cried, staring at Ling Chuan's face, he grabbed a handful of mud mixed with rain and threw it on Ling Chuan's chest, "You get out of me!" ”

Lingchuan was a little overwhelmed and had to leave.

He returned to the bank of the Qingshi River, sat in front of the monument, and took a sip of wine.

"I've lost so many things in my life, and now, even hatred has been lost."

He stroked the name on the stele, and a tear slipped from the corner of his eye, "It's me who is sorry for you, it's me who is sorry for you......"

Then, a wave of anger overflowed his chest, he drew his sword to the sky, and scolded: "Damn it! Why do you do this to me, why do you trap me for sixty years! You know what my heart desires, but you still torture me like this. It's better for me to not be able to break the mirror for the rest of my life and die in the mortal realm. ”

The more resentful and powerless he became, he finally gave up everything, slowly put his sword on his shoulder, and was about to finish himself, when a stone struck him on the sword, and the sword was out of his hand.

"The eldest husband was born in heaven and earth, how can he be disappointed for a while, but he will live for the rest of his life."

When Ling Chuan heard this, he just shook his head, "My heart is dead......

"The heart is dead, the heart is not dead, and the heart is not dead."

The other party raised his hand is a palm, although Ling Chuan had no intention of making a move, the instinct of his body still blocked this palm.

After a palm, the other party said happily: "Do you know how strong you are now?" ”

"Strong? Do you know what I'm going to exchange for my strength? ”

"I don't care about this, I just know that you can break the mirror between life and death, although the current realm seems to be very low, but the potential is infinite. With this strength, it's a pity not to do something. ”

"I don't want to do anything, I just want to do a hundred."

"Then I'll give you a motivation to keep living." The person who came took out a sword and threw it in front of Ling Chuan.

Ling Chuan caught the sword, and after slowly pulling out a foot, his expression was shocked.

"This is my father's 'Dragon Attack Moon Shadow', how can I be here with you!"

"I just helped him a little at the time, and he gave me the sword, saying that if I came to him with the sword, he would do anything to repay me. It's a pity that he's dead, but you, the son, should inherit his wishes. ”

Ling Chuan listened to the other party's words, thought for a moment and said, "Explain in advance, you can't mention conditions like 'live forever'. ”

"No problem, but I don't know exactly what you're going to do, I just have a sense that you will definitely need to do one thing in the future, and you must do it, and if you think about it clearly, go to a place called Luoying Valley."

Anyway, it's convenient for you to walk away.

Ling Chuan was confused, feeling as if he had been tricked, so he asked, "Can I know, who you are?"

The other chuckled twice and replied as he walked.

"Lord Luoying Valley, Ren Bufan."