Seeing Steward Qin leave, Xiao Cong sat back on the sandalwood chair, the candle flame on the table shook gently, and the shadows reflected on the wall rippled away like a lake broken by stones.

With this lonely candlelight, Xiao Cong had no sleep, he looked up at the roof, in a trance, quietly felt the spread of sadness and despair, a trace of bitter smile appeared in his childish little face that was not completely eliminated, he sighed abruptly, and said to himself:

"Alas, what should come is to come. ”

In this way, he was like a paper kite with a folded bamboo bone in the center, his soft body slowly spread out on the chair, his two hands naturally hanging on the sides of his body, and slowly closing his eyes.

The sadness and despair continued to spread, and he suddenly felt that the road ahead was lost, and he even said that there was no way forward, and he didn't know if his life had gone astray, but the divine thoughts that Master had left on him were gone, if there really was such a day, would he be able to do it then?

"But even if I can be ruthless and save the world, how can I be worthy of those who love me, what should I do......"

Two lines of hot tears overflowed his eyes, Xiao Cong raised his arm and wiped it on his face, wiped away the tears that kept overflowing in his eyes with his sleeve, and then rubbed his face hard with his palm a few times, but he felt that the whole face was hot at this time, the tear ducts seemed to be out of control, and the tears kept flowing, he never thought that he was so fragile.

So he simply lay on the table and sobbed quietly, buried his face between his arms, and let all the tears flow out of his eyes like a flood of water, and then seep into the sleeves of his loose robe.

"Maybe I can feel better by crying freely. ”

He thought so, and then he began to cry out loud, so carefully that he seemed to be afraid that others would hear about his helplessness.

The soft sobs echoed through the silent night, sounding so clear, and the pain was borne by only a fourteen-year-old boy himself.

Sleepless nights.

The moon has set, the morning sun is about to rise, the night before dawn is the darkest time of the day, you can't see your fingers, the wind blows, the door of the bamboo cottage is gently pushed open, Xiao Cong walked out of it, a haggard face.

If you don't choose to give up, then life has to go on, and if you choose to let life go on, then you should take anything seriously.

He climbed to the highest pavilion, facing east, sitting cross-legged, at this moment he used all his body to try to calm his mind, no matter what, he should not waste this opportunity to cultivate, and the greater significance of this cultivation is that he must learn to be able to be safe in the face of danger under any circumstances, if he can't even concentrate a little, how can he fulfill Master's expectations in the future!

When the first rays of morning light pierced through the darkness and the dawn came, Xiao Cong felt a sense in his heart, and suddenly opened his eyes, and in an instant, the golden light was reversed, and a wisp of imperceptible purple qi flashed away from his eyes, and then everything returned to calm, but it was just beginning.

The sound of birds rang out, lingering, and he faced east, showing a slight smile, and he suddenly felt that this might be a good start.

Jumping down from the high platform, returning to the post room room, after some careful care, he came to the bamboo hut again, his eyes that had shed tears in the middle of the night were slightly painful and swollen, he privately found a few herbs, mashed them and applied them to his eyes, while gently massaging them with his hands, while feeling the slightest coolness and comfort through the skin into the swollen places around the eyelids, he knew that his appearance must not be seen by outsiders, especially Steward Qin, otherwise this Uncle Qin, who has always been shrewd and capable, will be suspicious again.

The curative effect of a few herbs really did not disappoint him, but after a while, he felt that his eyes were much more comfortable, he leaned over and looked at the water as a mirror, and after finding that he was no different from his usual life, he slowly walked into the hall.

In the hall, Steward Qin stood respectfully in front of the table, and when he saw Xiao Cong coming in, he turned his head and said with a smile:

"Fourth Young Master, you are here, the meal has been prepared, I don't know when you will enjoy it. ”

Xiao Cong tilted his head and grinned at Steward Qin, although this smile seemed to be as sunny and clear as usual, but there was a faint hint of reluctance, and even a sadness mixed with it,

"Uncle Qin, let's go. ”

Steward Qin heard the strangeness in his voice in an instant, his thick eyebrows were lightly raised, and he said with concern:

"Young Master, you ......"

It wasn't until he opened his mouth at this time that Xiao Cong found that his voice had become a little hoarse from last night's crying, and he hurriedly said:

"It's okay, it's okay, maybe last night's wine was too spicy and choked my throat. “

He took the matter through the matter, and said as he walked forward:

"Let's go eat, it's not too early. ”

Steward Qin slowly shook his head thoughtfully behind him, and then raised his legs to follow,

After breakfast, Xiao Cong and Steward Qin walked into the martial arts arena one after the other, the heads of the four major families were already sitting on the wooden chairs in the stands, Xiao Cong waved his hands, and after greeting them one by one, he sat in the place where he sat yesterday, he always had a warm smile on his face, while watching and chatting with the heads of the four major families without a word, others laughed, he also laughed, others pointed fingers at the cultivators below, he pretended to be serious and real, and kept nodding, as if everything he was doing now was catering to the rhythm of others, in fact, his heart was already messed up, the reason why he did this, just to prevent others from knowing the pain in his heart and noticing his abnormality.

The scene in the ring is still bloody, the severed limbs and wreckage are spread on the ground, the bright red and beguiling blood flows on the brick surface, and then seeps into the brick cracks, some cultivators have mastered the secret art of soul devouring, which can make the opponent have a rare peace after death, they sacrifice the banner and pull out the opponent's soul alive, Xiao Cong is puzzled, how can such a tragic means be tolerated by a grand event in the dignified Xuanzhen realm, he squinted at the few people beside him, and found that they did not say anything other than a slightly gloomy face.

And the people in the ring, they cheered, they rejoiced, they waved their flags and cheered for those who had the upper hand, they lived like a group of madmen, madly devouring the evil swimming in the air, satisfying the cruel desires in their hearts, but ignoring the hideous but terrified faces of the slain before they died, which was a sorrow heavier than death.

Xiao Cong closed his eyes, because he really couldn't suppress the entanglement overflowing in his heart, and he couldn't explain the pathological madness that Monk Xuanzhen showed at this time, he wanted to save but was helpless, because he couldn't even save himself, let alone the people in the world, he finally understood how cruel and ugly this world was, no, maybe it was worse than he imagined.

Lying on his back on the wooden chair, he gently rubbed his swollen forehead with his hands, while noticing the changes in himself, for some reason, whenever he saw these cruel and bloody scenes, his reaction was not fear, but an abnormal restlessness, and he felt more and more uncomfortable, his bones were itching, and he was restless.

"Here we go again. ”