A crescent moon hangs obliquely above the night sky, the stars shimmer, and the early autumn night is as cool as water.

A sigh of "sigh" came into the ears, which made people feel depressed for a while. Ling Han could hear this being a woman's sigh, who would be here so late?

A cold night wind hit, but fortunately, his physique was extremely cold, just a spirit, and he almost fell off a lot of chicken feathers and goosebumps.

"Who is it?" he asked aloud. There was no echo in the middle of the ring. He hurriedly looked around, but there were only shadows of trees, not a single ghost. Could it be an illusion, Ling Han stretched his waist and smiled self-deprecatingly.

"A blue wall separates yin and yang, and ten years of life and death are boundless. "It's still the same voice!

The two lines of poetry were chanted softly, and in this quiet night, it seemed particularly poignant. "You little baby, you don't sleep at home in the middle of the night, what are you hanging out here?"

"You didn't sleep and hang out here!"

"Little baby's mouth is so sharp! I'm not like you!"

Ling Han's heart froze, and he asked vigilantly, "Are you a human or a ghost?"

The voice chuckled, "Do you guess I'm a human or a ghost?"

"People are sad people, and ghosts are broken intestines. Ling Han said, being able to chat with himself, it didn't seem to be a ghost, and the little liver hanging in his throat fell back into his stomach.

"Hahahaha...... Hahahaha...... Woo woo woo", there was a sudden long laugh from the other side, mixed with angry laughter, and finally it turned into a crying laughter, which was a sad and indignant laugh, and people could never tell whether it was a laugh or a laugh. Hearing this, Ling Han's heart instantly tightened again.

As soon as this heart-rending laughter fell, a cold fragrance like plum blossoms hit his face, a white shadow flashed in front of Ling Han, and a hand that was cooler than him grabbed his shoulder, and the whole person was lifted up like a puppet, fluttering over the fence and falling into the backyard.

"It hurts!" For some reason, the white shadow's cold hand seemed to pierce Ling Han's shoulder, the flesh and blood seemed to be torn apart, and the bones seemed to be pinched into pieces.

As soon as Bai Ying raised his hand, Ling Han was thrown to the ground heavily, and his butt hurt from falling, but fortunately, the pressure on his shoulders was reduced, which can be described as the lesser of two evils. The white shadow stood there with his back to Ling Han, raising his head slightly, looking at the miserable white crescent moon, as if he was thinking. Ling Han was lying on the ground, rubbing his ass wherever he fell.

Looking at the back of the white shadow, I vaguely felt that this woman was a young woman, and she was still a woman with a graceful figure like a fairy. The green mountains can't cover it, after all, it flows eastward. I could vaguely smell the cold fragrance of plum blossoms on Bai Ying's body, which made Ling Han feel both familiar and unfamiliar.

"Bang bang", two crisp sounds, breaking the tranquility of the night, two red handprints were imprinted on Ling Han's face, Ling Han was a little dizzy, this shot was much heavier than Ling Xiao and the dog's legs, the corners of the mouth that had just wiped off the blood stains were broken again, accompanied by the blood in the nostrils, and two red rivers rushed down.

"Don't stare at me!" Bai Ying said coldly, "This is the lightest punishment!"

"How do you know I look at you, and you haven't looked back!" Ling Han was unconvinced

"Dare to pout!"

"Pap", two more slaps, Ling Han's eyes were full of stars, and he fainted to the ground.

"Second Young Master!" "Second Young Master!"

"Second Young Master, where are you?"

A group of family members wearing the words Lingfu shouted and looked for them in the house with lanterns, and Grandma Wang stomped her feet anxiously. A man of about forty years old was standing on the steps with his hands behind his back, his face was emaciated, his face was gloomy, his eyes were hawkish, he was Ling Han and Ling Xiao's father, Ling Changfeng.

Changfeng Zangfeng, in this small border town called Chrysanthemum Terrace, everyone knows it, the Ling family is the best martial artist in a hundred years, and he is also one of the guardians of this small city, and he is the support of the people of the whole city.

This small city is at the junction of the human race and the demon race, and the two races have been grudges for thousands of years, and the war has endured. However, with Changfeng here, the demons didn't dare to attack easily, because Changfeng was not only a martial artist with good ability.

Martial arts is the martial arts of this vast continent, with martial arts as the law, and no way as the way. "Cultivating the martial arts, entering the temple, ranking on the throne, and creating the century", this is the way of ascension that everyone on this continent dreams of, but not everyone can enter the martial arts, and only a few sect families can continue to inherit the cultivation methods handed down from the ancients and continue to move forward on the road of martial arts.

And the realm of martial arts is also progressive, the lowest has not yet entered the Tao, collectively referred to as the feather Dao, that is, has not yet officially started, although it is only a small entry, but it is very difficult, if there is no entry before the age of fifteen, then the opportunity to get started is lost.

After the introduction of martial arts, it is divided into seven layers from low to high, which are skin training, muscle relaxation, blood smoothing, bone forging, essence cultivation, qi nourishment, and concentration. In ancient times, there were many condensing gods and Taoists, who truly had the ability to move mountains and seas, created many sects, and inherited many families. But at that time, the demon clan also had a terrible ability to destroy, after the collision of humans and demons again and again, the martial arts gradually declined, condensing the spirit was just a legend, and the master of cultivating qi was only history, and becoming a master of cultivating essence was already the top existence on the vast continent.

Ling Changfeng is currently a master of relaxing his muscles, and he is about to cultivate into Changxue, which is a cultivation that calls for wind and rain in Chrysanthemum Terrace.

After a while, the subordinates came to report one after another.

"Master, there's no one over there!"

"Master, there's no one in the West Garden!"

"Master, there's no martial arts field!"

"Master, I've searched all the rooms, but I haven't seen the second young master!"

"Sister-in-law Wang, in what direction did you last see Han'er running to?" Ling Changfeng asked.

"Master, the second young master is in the direction of the backyard, but we have all looked for it outside the wall, where did this kid go, I am really anxious!" The nurse rubbed her crying red eyes and said

"Sister-in-law Wang, don't worry, I'll take someone to look for it again!" As he spoke, Ling Changfeng stepped forward, taking dozens of families and looking for them in the backyard.

Looking at the dilapidated gate in the backyard, a large lock was firmly guarded on it. Under the light of the lantern, an old-eyed and dizzy housekeeper found a rusty key in the string of keys of different sizes and shapes, and trembled several times before aiming at the keyhole, and then trembling and turning for a long time before opening the old lock. Then, step aside.

Ling Changfeng pushed it gently, the door "squeaked", slowly opened, Ling Changfeng lifted a lantern, waved his hand to everyone, and stopped. He took a deep breath and stepped into the backyard, holding firm. Slowly closing his eyes, he searched the courtyard with his senses. The moss marks are green, the courtyard is deep, the bamboo shadow is sparse, and the small building is heavy

Everyone looked at Ling Changfeng, they didn't dare to move, and they didn't dare to breathe a breath. After a while, Ling Changfeng opened his eyes and walked into the backyard. At the place where the white shadow stood, he paused for a moment, and then said to the people, "Brothers, go back and rest first!

Ling Changfeng pushed open the door of the small building, and the tables and chairs inside were still in the same position as before, but they were covered with spider silk dust. Ling Changfeng slowly walked up to the attic, the qin and chess were still the same, but the rouge was covered with dust, he pushed open the attic window, put a miserable white crescent moon into his eyes, and couldn't help but think of the past.

Fifteen years ago, Ling Changfeng was upright and eighty-eight, his blood and qi were strong, and he was a first-level Shujin, which was also the first rookie in the Ling family to enter the ranks of Shujin martial arts at such a young age in more than five hundred years.

At that time, Ling Changfeng was already married, and his wife was the daughter of the city lord. The only regret is that Yun Rushang has been through the door for seven years and has not given birth to a trace of blood.

One day, the subordinates reported that the snow wolf fox was found in the east of the city, the snow wolf fox is a spirit beast of heaven and earth, if it can be captured and tamed, it is like adding a skin martial arts, even if it cannot be tamed, after killing, it is also a treasure to get its demon pill, and its fur can be made into fox skin treasure clothes.

Although all the martial artists laid a net from heaven and earth, they were still escaped by the demon fox. After injuring several good players, the demon fox was also seriously injured, but the trapped beast was still fighting, and he was healed and survived**, and he rushed into the black forest in the northeast of Chrysanthemum Terrace in a panic. This black forest tree shades the sky and the sun, and the sun is not seen all year round, and it is pitch black inside, and it is said that there are high-level demon beasts hidden inside, as well as immortal souls, so whether it is the human race or the demon race in the north, they all stay away.

However, this snow wolf fox is also a rare encounter in a hundred years, and Ling Changfeng naturally can't let it go. So he took people deep into the Black Forest for more than 50 miles, and finally found the traces of this spirit beast, but after everyone overcame the thorns and thorns and was aggressive for more than ten miles, what they saw under the light of the torch was another bloody scene: a young woman, holding a snow-bright dagger in one hand, was lying on the neck of the snow wolf fox, frantically sucking the blood of the beast. Hearing the strange sound, the woman raised her head and was immediately stunned by Ling Changfeng and the others.

Long hair like a waterfall, white skin and snow, starry eyes, cherry lips and teeth, and then dotted with blood stains of snow wolves and foxes, it is simply the face of an angel accompanied by the actions of the devil, indescribably bewitching and weird......

Ling Changfeng took this woman out of the Black Forest, and after some inquiry, he learned that this woman's name was Mei Ruoxue, and she was also from a martial arts family, but after the death of her parents, her family fell into the middle of the road, so she had to go to distant relatives, and she met the charms of the demon clan on the way, so she had to flee into the Black Forest alone, and fled for dozens of days, and happened to meet the seriously injured snow wolf fox, so that the scene in front of her appeared, Beauty and the Beast.

Later, this woman settled in the Ling family, this woman is not only outstanding, but also knowledgeable, and proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, even in martial arts cultivation, but also brought many unique insights to Ling Changfeng, so gradually, the two of them have a secret relationship, because Yun Rushang has no heirs, and it is not easy to stop, under the auspices of the Ling family, Ling Changfeng accepted this woman as the second room.

Newlywed Yan'er, the two are harmonious. As the saying goes: Blessing is unequaled to this day, and disaster is not a single line last night. Two months later, Yun Rushang actually had a happy pulse, and half a year later, Mei Ruoxue was also secretly knotted, and Ling Changfeng was proud of the spring breeze at this time.

Half a year after getting her two sons Ling Xiao Linghan, Mei Ruoxue actually got seriously ill and infected everyone, and this fairy-like figure in the past became a disaster in the eyes of everyone for a while. Under the persecution of the family, Ling Changfeng had to close the small building in the backyard.

In this small building, that night, wind and rain, that night, heaven and man are forever separated. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel sad, now that Ling Han didn't know where to go, he felt even more ashamed of the woman he was bringing back from the Black Forest.

More than ten years have passed, he still can't forget the woman's smile, words and deeds, these more than ten years, his martial arts cultivation has not progressed quickly, just because after Mei Ruoxue's death, Ling Changfeng is also like a heart death, coupled with Ling Han's strange illness, it is even more unacceptable to him, he is a strong person, he actually chose to escape, in addition to still being able to use his own residual power to protect the safety of Chrysanthemum Terrace, in fact, he knows that mourning is greater than heart death.

Ling Changfeng returned to the courtyard, and just where he had stopped just now, he felt a strange aura, which was a kind of power beyond himself. Suddenly, he frowned, lowered his head and picked up a tiny thing on the ground and put it in the palm of his hand, it was a frozen ant.