The rolling yellow sand represents magnificence, of course, that is just the idea when you first enter the desert, after looking at it for a long time, no matter how magnificent the scene feels, it feels monotonous.

What is there to see about the yellow sand, what we want is an oasis.

This is exactly how Han Chuang feels at the moment.

After solving the nightmare, they headed east, following the direction of the rising sun.

Sometimes Han Chuang would laugh at himself and think that he was not possessed by his father, knowing that he kept running in the direction of the sun, and in the end he could only die.

No one is not afraid of death, and Han Chuang is no exception, but he has something more terrible than death.

In the following days, Lin Jiangxue became more and more unstable, specifically, she became colder and colder, sometimes it was as cold as an iceberg, and she didn't feel the slightest feeling in her eyes when she looked at Han Chuang.

Even the look in the eyes of others is the same - cold and unforgiving.

Putting such a person by his side is as terrifying as exploding an E bomb at a regular time, but Han Chuang has to take Lin Jiangxue with him and protect her.

He knew very well what happened to Lin Jiangxue, if the influence of the heart demon on other people was subtle, then the impact on her was more like an overnight success.

Someday.

They could finally see the shadow of the Linglong Pagoda, which was a pagoda towering into the sky, of course, the pagoda was only seven floors, and the reason why it gave people the feeling of towering into the sky was because the sky was very low.

This is an incredible thing, but the sky near the Linglong Pagoda is really low, and the closer you get, the lower the sky. The sky was covered with heavy clouds, not white, but a gray color, and the warm light of the sun seemed to be blocked by them, except for a little blue light through the gaps.

Poor and sad light.

Climbing up a sand dune, Han Chuang saw a grave, an old grave.

The tomb was in an oasis, a few aspen towering in the wind, and in front of the grave stood a three-foot-high stone stele, which had no words on it, but was full of knife marks.

No one would have thought that there is an old tomb here, and there is a tomb that represents someone, and this place is already very close to the Linglong Pagoda, and it stands to reason that no one will survive.

Han Chuang hesitated whether to step forward, and at this moment, Cho Yuan suddenly walked over.

He walked very slowly, his back was straight, and he surprisingly did not hold the golden wire ring knife, the edge of the knife dragged on the sand, and the snowy blade looked particularly dazzling in the light

He walked to the grave at this unhurried speed, standing quietly at the head of the grave, staring at the stone tablet with blank eyes, for a long time, after a long silence, he turned to face Han Chuang, Han Chuang could clearly see that his original ruthless face had traces of tears.

Chop Yuan cried?

If he had told Han Chuang a few days ago that Cho Yuan would cry, he would have thought that this was something that could not happen, but the truth was found in front of him, and there was no room for any doubt.

Tear stains are on the face.

Han Chuang also believes that behind this trace, there is an unknown amount of desolation and sorrow.

"Do you know him?" he pointed to the tombstone, and suddenly felt that the knife marks on the tombstone were somewhat familiar, but he couldn't tell where he had seen them.

Chopping Yuan didn't speak, or even say anything, he stood quietly in the wind, staring at Han Chuang with a pair of dark eyes.

Han Chuang suddenly realized that his eyes were very dark, surprisingly black, and they looked dark and frightening on his pale face. The pupils were as thin as the tip of a needle, piercing into the depths of Han Chuang's heart.

The eyes were black and scorching, but the gray around them was unstable, like a mist.

Han Chuang didn't know what kind of fog it was, but he could feel the confusion and coldness in it, as if in the mist, there was an invisible beast that was bound, constantly roaring angrily.

But this anger was suppressed by a loneliness, like locking a bell that was just ringing in a cramped, sealed room.

After a long time, Cho Yuan finally spoke: "Do you want to hear my story?"

Everyone looked up and stared into his eyes, all stabbed by the black, burning eyes, as if the ends of their hair had been ruffled by flames.

Han Chuang smiled slightly, and took the lead in speaking: "Let's hear it." ”

He knew that Cho Yuan was a person with a story, and in fact everyone who lived or died, had his own story. Alive, the story continues, dead, the story is broken, but Han Chuang can feel that the story of Chop Yuan is different from others, it is a bleak, sad, and wonderful story, and most importantly, this story has not ended.

Chopping Yuan sighed and said slowly, "I'm not human. ”

No one was surprised, in fact, after seeing the amazing power of the slashing yuan, no one thought that he was a human being, it was impossible for a person to have such a tenacious physical strength, even if he had an extremely strengthened martial soul, it was impossible.

Chopping Yuan paused, and then said, "I'm not a demon either. ”

Some people were surprised, in their opinion, the only one with such a strong physical strength could only be the demon clan.

Han Chuang made a gesture of continuation, from which you can't discern his attitude, just as you can't read more joy and sorrow from the face of an expressionless person.

Chopping Yuan sighed and said, "I am the son of a human and a demon. ”

Except for Han Chuang and Nie Qingqing, who had expected it for a long time, almost everyone showed an incredible expression, you must know that in this world, it is a taboo for people and demons to fall in love, let alone give birth to a boy.

However, except for Zhang Xiaolin, no one showed a sarcastic look on their faces, more just surprise.

There was also a look of surprise on his face, "Shouldn't you kill me?" he said.

According to the deep-rooted understanding, the child born to the human and demon is an ominous son and should be killed, but none of them did it, which is also the reason why Cho Yuan was surprised.

Han Chuang smiled slightly and said, "I won't wave my sword at my comrades. ”

Nie Qingqing also smiled: "I won't either, besides, my short sword is also broken." "It's obviously a joke.

Chopping Yuan's gaze fell on the same cold Lotus, in his opinion, the Lotus was the most likely person to kill him, because Lotus's murderous aura was the heaviest.

"Killers never kill for nothing. Lotus replied.

Chopping Yuan shook his head and said with a smile: "I didn't expect that all I met were a group of weirdos. ”

Han Chuang smiled, "Isn't it strange?"

Chopping Yuan glanced at him and said, "Isn't it?"

It's a very simple thing, the people who are still alive to come here have two children of the family with the lowest martial arts, two martial artists who have been expelled from the sect, a killer, and a martial artist with a broken hand, the only identity is a normal Lin Jiangxue and Liu Qingfu, and they are inextricably linked with the most abnormal Han Chuang, so it is a miracle that such a team of people can come to this point. However, a miracle happened like this, not only any disguise and illusion, but also clearly told Cho Yuan that this was not a mirage.

Chopping Yuan smiled and continued, "But you guys are still not as strange as me. ”

Han Chuang said, "You are the strangest person among us. ”

The two met and smiled, and it was only at this moment that Han Chuang realized that he was beginning to understand Qi Yuan, and began to understand that his loneliness and quietness were just a disguise of last resort.

The cold wind whistled by, and the wind and sand rolled up were not too big, and they did not confuse people's eyes.

After a while, Cho Yuan whispered, "It's my mother who is buried here." ”

Even though he had been prepared for a long time, when Cho Yuan said this, everyone was still shocked, not only because of the fact that Cho Yuan's mother was lying in the grave, but also because Cho Yuan's mother was lying here, so what about him? Does it mean that he once lived in this place?

No one knew, but almost all of them stared at Chop Yuan with a sad look in their eyes, as if this had happened to them.

Empathy? That's not it.

Han Chuang knew that there was no pain that could be empathized, and the expression of true feelings at this moment could only be said to be a manifestation of pity.

This is a truly heart-wrenching affair, and the outburst of pity is understandable.

However, it seemed that Chopping Yuan did not need the so-called mercy, he smiled slightly, and whispered, "You know what? I don't even know her name. ”

He stared at the tombstone with a blank gaze.

At this time, Han Chuang felt that this tombstone was simple and unnoticeable, just a three-foot-high smoothed stone, not the kind of huge tombstone that was popular in the funeral industry in the southeast region, and it had not even undergone any polishing treatment, it looked like a blank.

There are no words on the tombstone, and if you don't count the knife marks, there is no mark that can prove the identity of the owner of the tomb, and the bag behind the tombstone is not high.

According to the tradition of the Southeast Region, the higher the tomb bag, the more noble the identity of the tomb owner, and the low tomb bag is only the treatment of inferior people, of course, it may also be that the children of the rivers and lakes do not care about red tape, Han Chuang himself is more inclined to the latter point.

No one spoke, and Chogen continued, "It's strange, isn't it? I really don't know my mother's name, and I haven't even seen her. ”

He was smiling, a heartbreaking smile, like a broken piece of glass, piercing into his heart, weighing the weight of his heart.

Nie Qingqing couldn't help but ask, "What about your father?"

The smile disappeared from Chopyuan's face, replaced by coldness and stiffness.

"I don't have a father. He said, "I was raised by my master, who never told me that I had a father." After a pause, he continued, "Maybe I really have a father, but the master doesn't tell me, which means that he is not worthy of me." ”

Han Chuang shook his head and said in a low voice, "Then how did you know that your mother was lying here?

Cho Yuan laughed again, stared at the tombstone, and said in a low voice: "That's right, it was also the master who told me, the master told me that there is a Lingling Pagoda in the center of the Karakum Desert, and there is a fixed oasis not far from the pagoda, no matter how manic the wind and sand are, this oasis is eternal and fixed." ”

He looked at Han Chuang and said with a smile, "Do you know? It has a beautiful name, it's Karakum Tears. ”

"Beautiful name. Nie Qingqing said, but there was no yearning for beauty on his face, because at this moment, it was obviously inappropriate to show his yearning for beauty.

She stared at Chop, he was laughing, but it was more heartbreaking than crying.

"The master told me that there was a grave mound in Karakum's Tears, and that my mother was lying in the grave. Cho Yuan shook his head, "I don't even know her name, it's ridiculous, as a son, I don't know my mother's name." ”

Han Chuang shook his head, walked over to Cho Yuan, stretched out his hand and patted him on the shoulder, and said in a low voice, "Is this why you entered the Linglong Pagoda?"

He didn't speak, but anyone could understand what he meant, and that's why—the only reason.

Han Chuang suddenly laughed and said to everyone: "Okay, let's rest here for a day today, everyone hasn't had a good rest these days, and it's hard to get a safe oasis." ”

It is said to be an oasis, but Karakum's tears are actually very big, much bigger than the name of the oasis, bigger than people imagine, about half the size of Yunzhou City, that is Yunzhou City, and this is just an oasis in the desert, an eternal oasis.

Sometimes there is wind in the desert, sometimes there is no wind, and tonight is a windy night, and the wind is not too strong to even raise enough wind and sand.

The temperature suddenly dropped from the peak to the bottom, and the warriors who were caught off guard couldn't help but tremble, Han Chuang beckoned everyone to raise a fire, and a group of people sat next to the bonfire.

A pot of hot dishes was cooked on the fire, and thanks to Jin Sanfu, his space jade was full of ingredients and seasonings, so that they could enjoy their food in the desert.

A group of people gathered around the fire, and Tintin took out some wine, smelling the aroma of the hot dishes and the smell of wine, even if the body was a lot warmer.

Chop Yuan is still sullen, this is normal, no one can still put on a happy appearance in front of his mother's grave, even if he smiles sometimes, but anyone can see that it is just a forced smile.

Han Chuang walked over with two glasses of wine and said in a low voice, "What do you want?" and handed one of the glasses to Cho Yuan.

Chop Yuan subconsciously turned to the wine glass, only then did he react, and said with a smile: "It's nothing, I'm just thinking about what kind of person my mother is, whether she is a human or a demon." ”

Han Chuang smiled and said, "It doesn't matter if you are a human or a demon, the important thing is that she must hope that you can spend your life safely." ”

Chopping Yuan smiled and said, "Then I have failed to live up to her hopes," squinting his eyes, he glanced at Han Chuang, and said in a low voice, "This is the most dangerous place." "Eyes wander.

For some reason, Chopping Yuan felt a pair of eyes staring at him in the darkness around him.

Of course, it was just a feeling, a simple feeling, he didn't find anyone, and he didn't find any evidence of anyone peeping, not even chasing after the wind.

Han Chuang didn't know what Chu Yuan was thinking, thinking that he was worried about the future journey, so he said: "Don't worry, although the road ahead is dangerous, everyone will get through it together." ”

A big and empty sentence came out of Han Chuang's mouth, but it was very affinity. Maybe even Han Chuang himself didn't know that unconsciously, he had integrated into this temporary small collective.

Chop Yuan didn't explain, and his expression was still a little dignified.

Han Chuang raised his wine glass with a smile and said, "What do you want to do so much? There is wine today and drunk today, drink it first!" As he spoke, he raised his head and drank, and when he showed his wine glass, the bottle had already seen the bottom.

Chop Yuan smiled, followed Han Chuang's appearance, and drank it all.

"Good wine!" he stroked his chin and couldn't help but praise, "It's really good wine." ”

Han Chuang smiled: "Can it be bad, this is Ding Ding's pressed goods." ”

Chop Yuan shook his head, not knowing what to say.

The wind is still blowing, and the body of the person who blows is even colder.

The others couldn't help but lean towards the fire, but the lotus flower still sat far away, and the bright moonlight cast on his face calmly, reflecting the increasingly cold look on his face.

He looked a little tired, but more serious, and he stared into the darkness in the distance, as if he disdained to be in the company of fire.

Liu Qingfu walked over, sat down beside her, and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

Lotus said: "Something is wrong. ”

Liu Qingfu smiled: "What's wrong?"

Lotus stared into the distance and whispered, "It's too quiet." ”

Liu Qingfu shook her head and said, "Isn't it good to be quiet?"

Lianhua glanced at Liu Qingfu and replied: "It's good to be quiet, but if it's too quiet, there must be a problem." ”

Liu Qingfu smiled and said, "I think you are nervous, no wonder, it was dangerous a few days ago, but now it is calm." After a pause, he continued, "But there are so many dangers, and we have already encountered them. ”

How can there be so much danger!

That's right, and it's absolutely true. But for some reason, Lotus was always uneasy in his heart, and he felt that behind this calm there was some unknown restlessness, like a beast bound in the fog, roaring madly.

He hesitated again and again, but after all, he didn't say anything about this worry, opened his mouth, and said lightly: "You ask Han Chuang to drink less wine and don't get drunk." ”

Nie Qingqing glanced at Han Chuang, he was drinking with Chopping Yuan, and the two of them drank one cup after another, as if they were not drinking intoxicating wine, but thirst-quenching water.

She shook her head and shouted, "Brother Han!"

"What's the matter?"

Han Chuangzheng was drinking happily with Cho Yuan, and suddenly heard Nie Qingqing's voice, so he replied.

"Come here!" Nie Qingqing said again.

Chop Yuan touched Han Chuang's arm and said with a smile: "Go over, I can do it alone." ”

Han Chuang glanced at him apologetically, got up and walked to Nie Qingqing's side.

"What's the matter?" he asked softly, his eyes falling on the lotus beside him, and he could clearly feel the tension of the lotus, which was a chilling panic.

Nie Qingqing said, "Lotus has found something. ”

Han Chuang was puzzled: "What did you find?"

Lianhua shook her head and said in a low voice: "It can't be said to be a discovery, it's just a feeling." Pointing to the large darkness behind him, "I have a feeling something is going to happen tonight." ”

Unlike Nie Qingqing, Han Chuang trusts intuition more.

He believed that intuition was the subconscious manifestation of an experiential judgment, and that it was likely to be true. Especially for experienced people, the more experienced, the greater the authenticity of the intuition.

Lotus is precisely one of the few experienced people.

Han Chuang smiled and asked in a low voice, "What will happen?"

Lianhua shook his head and said, "I don't know," after a pause, he continued, "It's just a feeling," he turned his head and stared at Han Chuang, "but trust my feelings." ”

At this moment, a gentle breeze blew, blowing the poplar trees in the distance, and the branches and leaves shook and made a rustling sound, joining together like the sound of the tide of the sea.

Han Chuang stared at the dark shadow and didn't say a word, not knowing what was going on in his heart.