The torrential rain on the mountain seemed to tear the world apart, and the wind roared like the roar of a wild beast, spewing out pinpoint-like drops of water, stinging at people.

How much bitter wind and rain can an oil-paper umbrella block?

Zhao Bingyan looked up at the dim sky, watching the bullet-like crazy raindrops, hitting her soft cheeks and mixing with her unknowingly falling tears.

I just feel that this rain will never stop.

God, are you crying too?

Zhao Bingyan felt a trace of unbearability in his heart, retracted his gaze, squatted down, and gently pulled the man who was kneeling on the ground.

"Ling Xiao, go back first, right?"

"You have been kneeling for three days and three nights, and the mystery is long...... His old man has a spirit in heaven, and he must know your heart......"

Zhao Bingyan's words were mixed with a slight tremor and deep hoarseness, and her red eyes were full of tears of distress and pity.

But the man who knelt on the ground remained as if he were dead, and he never moved.

Zhao Bingyan sighed in vain.

In the past three days, she didn't know how many times she had persuaded him, and even her voice was hoarse, but she never got a single word of Ling Xiao's response.

She had no choice but to move the oil-paper umbrella to the top of Ling Xiao's head.

The raindrops came in an instant, and as far as the eye could see, the top of Mount Chenjia seemed to be covered with a layer of gray curtains, and inside the curtain, there were shocking ruins of broken walls.

The solemn and solemn Taoist palace in the past has been reduced to a large ruin.

The ancient Immortal Sect, which has been inherited for thousands of years, has also been completely reduced to history in the sudden shocking changes.

Even, even the former mountain gate is about to become the ...... of the Xiao family. The King's Mansion!

Thinking of this, Zhao Bingyan couldn't help but be irritable, and launched a ruthless attack, and even directly picked up Ling Xiao, and said angrily: "You feel sorry for yourself like this, who are you looking at!" Dare to love the world, are you a hard-working person? Your fellow disciples who have been abolished, they ......"

The words she said were stuffed in her throat, and she couldn't say it anymore, looking at Ling Xiao's plain eyes in a daze.

"You ......" Zhao Bingyan didn't know what to say for a while.

She thought she would see an extremely painful and sad face, but now in Ling Xiao's eyes, there was no hatred, no anger, no fear, no joy, and some were just numb.

"You...... If you are in pain, don't hide it in your heart, it's not ......good for yourself," Zhao Bingyan hurriedly said, caressing his cheek with regret.

Immediately, her fingertips twitched slightly.

Fang was only in his twenties, and his sideburns had already grown white silk.

White-headed overnight.

The numbness in Ling Xiao's eyes slowly receded, he held her hand, shook his head and said, "I want to open, people always have to look forward." ”

"That's good." Zhao Bingyan said sneeringly.

It's just that she looked at Ling Xiao, and only felt that the man in front of her was even more gloomy and old than in the past, revealing a silent power.

She was scared for no reason.

She faintly felt that this silent power was so firm and surging, like blood surging in the veins, until the moment of death, it would rush out of the body and burst out of the most brilliant death fireworks!

This is the power of vengeful faith, the most indestructible thing in the world!

It took Ling Xiao three days to completely root the belief in revenge in his heart, using hatred as a seed, watering it with blood and grievances, what kind of thing would be born in time?

Her delicate body shook slightly, and she couldn't help but take a step back, looking at him in horror.

He seemed to see the fear in her heart, sighed lightly, and said, "Miss Zhao, you go, let me be alone." ”

"You...... Well......"

Zhao Bingyan hesitated for a moment, finally lowered his head and left in a hurry.

"Thank you."

The moment she passed by Ling Xiao, she heard his words.

Tears fell in Zhao Bingyan's eyes.

What a warm farewell.

This time, she and him will not go the same way.

"You're welcome."

She replied, raised her sword light, rose in the rain, and rushed into the distance.

After flying for several miles, Zhao Bingyan suddenly stopped and floated in the air blankly, letting the rain wet her whole body.

She looked back at Mount Chenga in the distance.

Under the vast rain curtain, the prostrate dark beast seemed to have opened its bloody mouth and let out a deafening roar towards the ruthless heaven and earth.

Bang!

The white lightning flickered in the sky, and the silver snake walked around, reflecting Zhao Bingyan's lost face.

"Take care, Ling Xiao......"

She said with a smile on her face.

……

Ling Xiao walked in the muddy mountains, and every time he stepped over a remnant stone, he leaned down and gently patted the cold stone surface, his expression was neither sad nor joyful.

He walked slowly, in this place that was once incomparably familiar, bidding farewell to every inch of the land here.

It's been three days.

Away from the death of Xuanjizi.

The corpse hung above the gate of Linfeng City, and the head of the owl was displayed to the public as an example.

Xuan Lingzi, Xuan Qingzi, Xuan Yunzi and others hit the pillar and died on the spot, hoping to use their lives to defend the innocence of Qingfeng Temple.

What about the senior brother and younger brother?

It is said that they were sent back to their hometowns, and they who were abolished in their cultivation will never have the opportunity to step into the world of cultivating immortals in this life, and being an ordinary person may be the best destination.

Suddenly.

Ling Xiao stopped.

Before he knew it, he came to the back mountain.

The Spirit Plantation Garden has long since collapsed, and everything inside has been reduced to ashes in the fire.

Standing in the position of the former second-order spiritual field, Ling Xiao thought of a funny thing and laughed out loud.

"It's a pity, it's only a few days away......" he said with a smile, his chest shaking violently, and he took a deep breath for a while before stopping.

He trampled on the field, turned and walked back to the hill.

This time, he came to the other courtyard.

As the residence of Xuanjizi, the courtyard was destroyed most violently, almost razed to the ground, and even the old locust tree was uprooted, and I don't know where it was lost.

The old locust tree witnessed the thousand-year-old history of Qingfeng Temple, and also died with the collapse of Qingfeng Temple.

Isn't it a kind of fulfillment?

Ling Xiao smiled and continued walking.

Zixiao Palace, Liangyi Palace, Jade Dragon Palace......

The halls where people used to come and go, after all, there was nothing left.

Eventually, Ling Xiao stopped at the ruins of the front hall.

On that day, a lot of people died here, what are they called Xuanjizi, Xuanlingzi, and Xuanyunzi, it sounds like it is very important.

In the rain, there was a burst of wine.

Ling Xiao sat on the ground, patted several jars of mud in a row, and sprinkled the wine on the ground.

"Master, uncles, brothers...... brothers"

"Goodbye."

The wine is poured.

Ling Xiao casually threw out the wine jar.

Anyway, it's a mess everywhere, and there's no need to tidy it up.

Listening to Zhao Bingyan, Zifengtai has personally ordered that Chenjia Mountain be given to the Xiao family, and in the future, a new county king's mansion will be built here.

He's time to go.

Ling Xiao stood up, patted his buttocks casually, and after taking two steps, as if he suddenly remembered something, he ran back wildly, rummaging through some weeds.

"Found it!"

Ling Xiao laughed and held up an object.

It was a piece of broken porcelain, even though it was washed by the rain, it still exuded a little incense and wine.

Ling Xiao rummaged for a long time, and finally found all the porcelain pieces, and he carefully put together a wine jar.

This jar used to hold the last sip of mead that Xuanjizi had ever drunk.

"Old man, your ashes are gone!"

Ling Xiao shouted and laughed.

At this moment, he was finally happy.

Just as he was about to go back and re-glue the wine jar, Ling Xiao suddenly saw something out of the corner of his eyes, and couldn't help but sigh, leaned down, slowly pushed away the weeds, and the contents were finally clearly presented.

An old and worn bag.

Anyone who looks at it will think that this is just an ordinary cloth bag, but Ling Xiao knows best, this is actually a storage bag, hanging on the waist of Xuanjizi every day, and it is said that it is still handed down by the ancestors of Qingfeng back then!

It is expected that before he died, Xuan Jizi deliberately threw out the wine jar, just to hide the storage bag in it, waiting for the person who would definitely come to pick it up.

Ling Xiao blinked, and suddenly his nose was sore, and he grabbed the broken bag and hugged it into his arms.

"Master......"