When night comes, the sky is dripping with snow, the snow falls on the yellow sand, the ground is covered by the yellow sand, the snow flakes in the sky are raised, the pedestrians on the ground are in a hurry, the lights are lit up in the city of Dunhuang, and every household feels the warm breeze.

Hundreds of miles outside Dunhuang City, the cold wind blows and swishs, and the snowflakes in the air dance with the wind along with the ice crystals, blowing on people's faces like a knife to cut people's faces.

In such a desolate and bad weather, a man wearing a hat stood quietly on the sand dune with his arms around his chest, looking ahead, even if the hat on his head had already been covered with snow, the man was still immovable, like a pine in the snow.

If he is seen, eighty percent will say that this is a poor man who froze to death on a snowy night, and if he meets a kind person, he will come to help him collect a corpse, but in most cases, the people passing by will shake their heads and sigh.

The night was bleak, and the middle-aged man who was alone was even more sad, standing in the icy and snowy yellow sand for two hours, until there was a burst of breaking the air not far away, and the man standing here covered in snow slowly raised his head and sighed deeply.

As the hot air exhaled, the snowflakes on his body instantly melted and disappeared into steam, and the man raised his head and looked like stars.

And a hundred meters away from the man, a woman wearing a white coat and a red shirt stood in place, looking up at the man, but the woman in front of her was covered with black cloth, and she didn't know if she could see the great sage of the peasant family a hundred meters away.

"It seems that I didn't suffer Pei Yu's move outside the city today, Quan'er, we haven't seen each other for more than ten years." You rubbed your beard and chuckled softly.

The smiling You Rong is like an old farmer in the countryside, simple and sincere, giving people a particularly cordial feeling.

It's a pity that the blind Li Qingquan couldn't see Kong Rong's expression, and after hearing these words, his expression was not shocked, and he even had some disgust in it.

"What if you see it, what if you don't see it, what? Looking for me so hard, do you want to kill your relatives in righteousness, just like you did when you killed my mother, and kill me, the big devil that everyone shouts and beats? ”

"Quan'er, why do you think so, I am your biological father, I have been looking for you for fifteen years, and now I finally see you, it's too late to love you, why would I kill you?" You Rong spread his hands and said, his tone full of helplessness.

"Won't kill me? Fifteen years ago, did you forget about killing my mother and hurting my eyes so quickly? The last image I saw before I was blind was that my father killed my mother and rushed at me with a sword, how terrible, how ironic,

Fifteen years have passed, and I still remember this picture vividly, by the way, I want to tell you one thing, now I am not called You Qingquan, but Li Qingquan, I hate your surname, I hate your father, I hate everything about you!

I hope that you and I will meet here today for the last time, and please do not disturb my life in the future, and that is all I ask. ”

Li Qingquan's words pierced his heart, and your heart melted like a knife, a daughter actually said such things to her father, you can imagine what she experienced back then.

You Rong clenched his fists and held back tears, his eyes were full of hope and longing, "Quan'er, don't leave your father, I killed your mother back then, and I had no choice but to hurt your eyes.

Back then, your mother was anxious for quick success when she was practicing swords, and she accidentally entered her body, lost her mind, and became a big devil who killed people when she saw them and rejoiced when she saw blood.

At that time, my father tried his best to let your mother wake up from the state of madness, but the evil qi entered the body, there was no cure, and soon, your bloodthirsty mother targeted you, in order to protect you, and in order to prevent your mother from hurting more people, my father really had no choice, so he chose to kill your mother to protect the people around you and you.

It's just that the evil qi on your mother's body still reached your eyes through the black feather sword, and my father at that time was afraid, afraid that you would become like your mother, killing people without blinking, no one knew anyone, and in desperation, I was forced to take advantage of the evil qi before it entered your heart, hurt your eyes, and cut off the evil qi, otherwise, when the evil qi entered the body, it would be too late......"

"Shut up, don't say it again, if you were willing to let go of your status as a genius protégé of the peasant family and stay with my mother for a few more days, how could she practice swords desperately in order to be by your side, and how could there be everything behind!

How many times have you seen me from the time I was born until my mother was killed? You don't have our mother and daughter in your eyes at all, only your so-called genius reputation. Li Qingquan shouted loudly, and the snow in the night sky also became restless with her excited tone, the qi machine was bulging, and the flying snow was circling.

You Rong shed tears of pain, he was high-spirited, famous, and profitable, with a wife and daughter, and Chunjun in his hand, he had a bright future, but he never thought that fate would play such a big joke on him, stabbing his wife and stabbing his blind daughter.

The separation of flesh and blood, the pain of parting, he experienced the darkest moment of his life in one day.

Now it is not easy to find her long-lost daughter again, but the daughter in front of her is no longer the little girl who pesters herself and cries and doesn't let herself go, but a female swordsman holding a black feather in the martial arts.

"Quan'er, Dad is sorry for you, I'm sorry for your mother, it's Daddy's fault first, but can't you give Dad a chance to compensate you and your mother?

For today, my father has waited for fifteen years, a full fifteen years, and my father has been living happily and self-reproaching every day, I hate that I was not by your side and your mother back then, so I caused this catastrophe. ”

You Rong choked up and said, with a sour feeling in your heart.

"Shut up!"

Li Qingquan shouted, directly pulled out the ancient sword on his waist, and in an instant, the qi swept into the sky, and the true qi around him shook out, rolling up thousands of flying snow, and the flying snow flew in the air, and then landed, gorgeous and abnormal, but it felt desolate in the night.

You Rong watched her daughter draw her sword against herself, and felt desolate in her heart, this scene was not the last scene that Li Qingquan saw back then, and his father pulled out the sword Chunjun for himself.

"Good, good, good ......" I don't know whether I feel guilty or desperate, You Rong said three good words in a row, and finally put the fingers of your right hand together, the true qi flew around, and the pure jun flew out behind him, and the green true qi lingered, hovering in mid-air like an emerald green tornado, with the surrounding snowflakes spinning and gathering.

"If only a war can make you forgive your father, then you can just let it go."

"You are not my father, and I am not your daughter, now I am Li Qingquan, the demon of Qingzhou, Li Qingquan."

Li Qingquan shouted, the sword path reached its peak at this moment, the sword qi swirled, the true qi rushed out, the sharp sword qi rushed towards Yourong, and the sound of tearing the night sky came, stabbing sound.

Facing Li Qingquan's incomparably sharp sword qi, you Rong pointed forward with his right hand, and the divine sword Chunjun rushed out directly, surrounding him like a living thing, and the green true qi condensed into a cover, enveloping it inside, and the sword qi was extremely sharp and unstoppable.

But your true qi is not leaky, and the number of fights between the two should have been earth-shattering, and the duel between the gods and gods of the weeping ghosts and gods has become a scene where one is willing to fight and one is willing to suffer.

The power of Li Qingquan's sword moves can not be said to be insufficient, the ground trembled, the true qi flew horizontally, the snow flew up against the sky within ten miles, the real air was endless, the long wind was blowing on the desert, and the people who were blowing were uncomfortable.

A loud noise came into the ears of the two of them, Li Qingquan was furious, and directly swung his sword and rushed out, slashing at the cover of the condensation of the true qi of the pure Jun Sword one by one, flying snow around, and the loud noise continued, but the shield in front of him comparable to the King Kong Buddha did not move at all.

"You make a move, why don't you make a move, I don't need you to pity me, I'm a big devil with no father and no mother, you kill me, kill me......" Li Qingquan roared hysterically, the true qi in his body rushed out, and the mystery was fully revealed.

There was a thunderstorm above his head, and Li Qingquan, who inadvertently touched the vision of heaven and earth, clenched his teeth, and a white phantom faintly appeared behind him.

Seeing this scene, You Rong shook his head helplessly, and at the moment when Li Qingquan raised his hand and waved his sword, and rushed out with the phantom behind him holding a sword, he retracted Chunjun.

That's right, it was to take back Chun Jun, and the Chun Jun Sword, along with the shield formed by the sword qi, disappeared in place.

In an instant, the sword qi came to the surface, and the pure Jun sword fell to the ground with a clatter, plunging into the yellow sand and flying snow, while You Rong closed his eyes and felt the true qi attacking.

"Boom."

A loud noise swept the ground and snowflakes, and after a while, it landed again, and the black feather sword stopped less than an inch away from the center of Yourong's eyebrows, along with the true qi, the pressure of the sword qi at that time made Yourong feel the horror of the coming of death, but after a moment, this feeling disappeared.

You Rong opened his eyes and looked at the black feather sword in front of him, and felt even more guilty in his heart, "Why don't you kill me?" ”

"You can be ruthless and unjust, I can't, if I kill you, I will become a person like you, I will spare your life, let you spend your life in guilt and remorse, you Rong, you and I will have nothing to do with it after today."

Li Qingquan regained her coldness and ruthlessness, and her expressionless face was like a messenger from hell at this moment, and she directly pronounced the death sentence on Yourong.

You Rong is not afraid that Li Qingquan will be angry, nor is he afraid that Li Qingquan will hate her, but he is afraid that Li Qingquan will forget him, he is afraid that there is no father in his daughter's world, and he is afraid that he will become a stranger in his daughter's mouth.

At the moment when Li Qingquan's ancient sword was sheathed, You Rong knelt on the ground and cried bitterly, only to see his weak hands hammering the ground, crying and wailing bitterly.

Fifteen years, this is not the result he wants, looking at Li Qingquan's resolute back, his heart is like a knife, thousands of knives, thousands of arrows piercing his heart, it is nothing more than this feeling.

"Quan'er, don't go, don't abandon your father, don't ......"

Li Qingquan didn't look back from beginning to end, and he didn't even slow down under his feet, and on the clean snow on the ground, there were only footprints moving forward.

You Rong was sad and indignant, looking up to the sky and sighing, why...... Why did fate play tricks on him so much, giving him the first half of his life of perfect happiness, but giving him the second half of his life when his wife and daughter were separated and no one cared about.

The long night was long, and on the road of the dark and snowy night, Li Qingquan had already cried uncontrollably.

Isn't all this a kind of torment for her?