Murong Jiu smiled slightly, he glanced at the six people including Night Wandering God and Ziyuan Sanjiao, his eyes slowly stared at the purple grapes swaying in the wind. His eyes were firm and condensed, and he seemed to see through the purple grapes the future battle path of himself and others, that is, a blood-boiling and passionate martial arts road - the winner is king, and the loser is not necessarily the loser!

put a good daughter on the altar in the inner world, and Murong Jiu spared no effort to transplant those purple grapes into the inner world. It's like a plunder, if he wasn't afraid of shocking the world, he would almost have to move the entire astral garden.

Uproot?

Murong Jiu laughed at himself, after leaving Phoenix City today, he and the others will definitely die in the world, there will be the strangulation of the Xuanyuan royal family in the back, and there will be an unknown martial arts fate in front. Fighting with the sky, fighting with the earth, fighting with people, perhaps from today onwards, the lives of themselves and others have entered a sad countdown!

The aura of the four cultivators appeared in everyone's senses, and the four god kings came directly at Ziyuan, Murong Jiu's eyes were stunned, and it was time to say goodbye. He waved his right hand and sent out a palm wind to open the courtyard door, and outside the door, Huoyun, Wang Hongyuan, Sima Yan, and Du Huwei stood impressively.

Murong Jiu fixed his eyes on the four people outside the door, when they were in front, they might still be old friends who were close to each other, but at this moment, they were different, and they would no longer be plotters.

"Master, I'll go with you. ”

Sima Yan walked up to Murong Jiu's approach. A hundred years of separation, too much bitterness and longing. Sima Yan forgot the identity of the god king, her feelings broke down, and tears welled up.

The weakness of the family forces, as well as the ruthless concealment and deception, made this stubborn girl indifferent to her enthusiasm for the family. In this hot and cold world, Murong Jiu suddenly appeared a hundred years ago, and was hostile to King Xuanyuan, which made Sima Yan feel a fiery cordiality, and the absolute rebellion against the family - undeniable, the former master. is the person she is closest to.

"Swallows. Breaking with the Eight Heavenly Kings, we are in danger of destruction and fall at any time......"

Murong Jiu gently wiped the tears from Sima Yan's face, for the affection of master and apprentice a hundred years ago, he still cherished Sima Yan more as an apprentice and a sister, and she had grown up so much in a hundred years. The hardships you have experienced can be imagined.

"Master. I'm not afraid. "A simple vote. It shows Sima Yan's firm belief that he will not regret it.

"Murong Jiu, this is Miss's independent decision in the true sense. The life and death of people are the destiny of each one. Even if the sky falls tomorrow, Miss Xianglai will not regret today's decision. Sima Yan's bodyguard, the middle-aged man surnamed Du spoke for the first time, and the words he said contained a certain martial arts truth.

"Dare to ask what this senior is called?"

For this loyal bodyguard, Murong Jiu had a familiar feeling from the first sight, whether it was from his body shape or temperament, it made him feel the breath of some later generations, so he bowed his hand and asked politely.

This bodyguard is from the Shenwu Academy and is the second guard captain of the Shenwu Guard. He glanced at Murong Jiu, did not answer, but walked towards the Night Wandering God, and said, "Senior Uncle, after two hundred years, do you still remember the grass house Changyou in Yandang Mountain?"

Murong Jiu's mind moved, he has always been a mysterious night wandering god, he has rejuvenated, which has led to some attenuation of his mind, his identity has always been an unsolved mystery, today's Du Guard may be expected to solve the confusion, Murong Jiu raised his ears and listened to the words of the two of them quietly.

"Caolu Changyou?"

Night Wandering God's eyes moved back from Ziyuan Sanjiao's body, he looked up and down a few times at the fierce Du Guard, his head shook like a rattle, and said, "I'm not impressed." ”

Without a positive answer, Escort Du slowly retreated behind Sima Yan, he was not happy or sad, his eyes were staring at the Night Wandering God, but it clearly showed that he had some familiarity with the Night Wandering God.

Everything was cleaned up between words, Ziyuan Sanjiao, Jiuhong, Blue Eyes, and Three Eyes, and everyone was ready to leave Phoenix City, just under Murong Jiu's order.

"Murong Jiu, have you really decided? Take one step, it's hard to turn back!" Huoyun's lips pursed, and finally spit out a word of farewell, his eyes were complicated, as if Murong Jiu and the others were taking a road of no return.

"Huoyun, the situation is forced, and I have no choice but to do so. ”

Murong Jiu raised his head and poured half a jar of daughter red, and then handed the wine jar to Huoyun - a world, two brothers, and a jar of wine, but there were two roads.

"Well, I won't stop you, but before you leave, someone wants to see you. Half of the altar of daughter red poured into his stomach, Huoyun's face turned red, he glanced at Murong Jiu deeply, turned around and walked out.

Murong Jiu frowned slightly, he became more and more free and easy, and he didn't value the procrastination and parting. But he didn't dislike Huoyun's invitation, it just came down to the grievances he still hadn't understood.

Following Huoyun, Murong Jiu and the others came all the way to the west of the city. Standing in front of the door of the manor, looking at the plaque from a hundred years ago, the three words "Ghost Nine Pavilion" drew out too many memories of Murong Jiu. A sigh is like the wind, the memories of a hundred years ago will eventually be reduced to the past, life continues, those beautiful and unforgettable, only choose to seal.

"Let's go inside. ”

Glancing at the fire cloud staring at him, Murong Jiu took the lead in entering the manor, with some sad or happy feelings, he remembered the past experience for the last time.

Even if Murong Jiu was clever enough to guess that this manor that belonged to him was still the same as it was a hundred years ago, even if he could think that the grass and trees in the manor had not changed much. But he would never have imagined that the first person to greet him excitedly would be a woman, nor would he have imagined that this woman's smiling spittle would fly wildly, and her first words would be:

"Miss is born, it's a son!"

The loud cry of a baby croaking to the ground came from the bedroom, indicating the birth of a new life, and the inquiring eyes looked at Huoyun, but Murong Jiu got such an explanation:

"Ghost Nine Pavilion is surnamed Murong. The son born here naturally reverted to his surname Murong. ”

Thoughts poured into his heart, and Murong Jiu suddenly had a decisive guess, the birth of a son here must be related to Xuan Qing who pretended to be himself - damn Xuan Qing, he must have bullied the girl of a good family in these hundred years!

The fire of anger was suppressed in his heart, Murong Jiu took a deep breath, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Which woman?"

Huoyun could understand who the woman Murong Jiu was asking was giving birth, his eyes looked at the delivery room with compassion, and he sighed faintly. Said: "Infatuated girl." Ruan Xiaodie. ”

The raging flames danced in Murong Jiu's eyes, and the substantiated aura suddenly surged outside the body, and the midwife's face turned pale in an instant, and sweat rained down. Under Murong Jiu's anger. She felt like she was falling into an ice cave. Respiratory failure. With a wave of his hand, the fire cloud whipped her into the distance and threw out a yellow piece of gold as a reward for her delivery.

Sure enough, it's Ruan Xiaodie!

The girl in my memory. She is beautiful and generous, with a soft heart, once Murong Jiu played with her, once she was willing to sacrifice herself to save Murong Jiu, once he and her had a cold suspicion, once she was moved by him......

Murong Jiu is not a ruthless person, nor is he forgetful, he doesn't want to hurt this kind girl who used to be, because he can't give her any promises...... However, today, she gave birth to a son for him.

Xuan Qing's cheeks were condensed and formed in his heart again and again, and he was torn apart again and again, Murong Jiu's anger towards Xuan Qing reached its limit, his eyes gradually turned blood-red, and the anger and resentment almost turned into an obsession to kill him.

A warm slender hand was placed in the palm of Murong Jiu's hand at the right time, Sima Yan soothed Murong Jiu's manic mood with the soft affection of a woman, his palm seemed to contain restless heat, Murong Jiu tightly grasped this warm and cool Rouyi, and his irritable mood gradually stabilized.

"You wait here, I'll go back. ”

The hoarse voice is even more hoarse. Murong Jiu lifted his breath to suppress the surging sickness in his body, and he walked towards the delivery room, but his hand was tightly holding the boneless woman's hand.

Step by step, Murong Jiu and Sima Yan pushed open the door and walked into the delivery room without hesitation. A baby has just been born, and in this small room, there is a strong breath of life and motherhood. On that bed, the fragile Ruan Xiaodie's eyes were closed, as if she had gone through childbirth, her body and spirit had reached a critical point of weakness, and her breathing was even, as if she were asleep.

On Ruan Xiaodie's inside, in swaddling clothes, a baby opened its pure eyes, and he looked at the strange Murong Jiu without crying or making a fuss.

The clear and bright eyes flashed with a smart light, and in that pair of pure pupils, Murong Jiu's figure was clearly reflected. A pair of father and son under the fate of heaven and earth looked at each other, and the invisible fate of life, spanning thousands of years of life cycle, collided today.

Murong Jiu's heart was quiet, and his soul floated forward leisurely, and he saw a life soul that was the purest of life, unstained with the slightest impurity, as if it had transcended the mundane world of heaven and earth.

The perfect fit of the two souls, the baby's eyes flashed with a Taoist look, the smart big eyes seemed to flow some life wisdom in the blink, and a faint brilliance emerged in the center of his eyebrows.

In a trance, Sima Yan actually felt that this newly-born baby was strikingly similar to Murong Jiu, as if his blood relationship was from Murong Jiu, and the sense of blood kinship between the two of them was so strong.

The baby fell into a deep sleep, and Murong Jiu slowly walked to the bed and sat down on the edge of the bed gently, his eyes looking softly at Ruan Xiaodie's cheeks. A hundred years had passed, and the years had not left much of a mark on the face of this beautiful maiden—her skin was fair, and her countenance had become somewhat haggard from birth. However, a hundred years have passed, and her youthful vigor has been overshadowed by the brilliance of a mother.

Stretching out his palm, Murong Jiu gently held her hand in his palm...... It is difficult to turn back time, and he will not shirk the blame for this part of his life. Her hands were cold, and there was not the slightest residual heat in her palms, and there was no warmth at all after childbirth, and two lines of tears slipped quietly from the corners of her eyes and flowed into her ears, and her pursed lips trembled slightly.

"Fluttershy, come with me. Murong Jiu stretched out his hand to wipe away the tears on her cheeks, and his voice was full of infinite tenderness.

Opening her eyes, Ruan Xiaodie looked at Murong Jiu. Her eyes were filled with tears, and she shook her head slowly, and she gently lifted her biting lower lip...... "No, my body is no longer clean." ”

This woman with a weak appearance and a strong heart was deceived and bewitched by Xuan Qing because of her love for Murong Jiu, compassion and resentment have become in vain, she no longer asks for relief, maybe the bearing of loneliness is a kind of self-liberation for her.

"I don't care. Murong Jiu's firm words revealed a slight arrogance.

"I care. ”

Tears could no longer stop pouring out of his eyes. Ruan's words were full of sadness...... One wrong step. She will condemn for the rest of her life.

Looking at this tearful face, Murong Jiu suddenly gave birth to a tearing anger, and buried the warmth of the woman in front of him because of the evil fate of heaven and earth-sure enough. Heaven and earth are unkind, and all things are dogs.

Murong Jiu compromised. Rather than make Ruan Xiaodie follow her. Suffering from self-blame for her life, it is better to let her survive peacefully.

"Well, I don't force you. But you must know that life is a life, a life of self, and the next life and the next life are just a flash in the pan. Fluttershy, if you have any other wishes, I'll do my best to help you fulfill them. ”

Ruan Xiaodie looked at Murong Jiu deeply, this cheek was much thinner than a hundred years ago, but it revealed a kind of perseverance. She didn't pull out her own hand from Murong Jiu's hand, feeling the infinite affection beyond his tenacity, at this moment she knew that she really belonged to him - a hundred years of attachment, and she was also satisfied.

"Kid ......"

Ruan Xiaodie looked sideways at the baby inside, just because of her blind wrong choice, she didn't want this innocent life to bear the hardships and bitterness of some cruel fate.

"Our child, I named him Mote. Heaven and earth are vast, life is infinite, intercept the awe of heaven and earth life, do you think about it?" Murong Jiu also looked at the infant baby and said softly.

Murong Weichen, intercepting the awe of life in heaven and earth?

In an instant, Ruan Xiaodie's heart was filled with infinite warmth, and since he had reverted to his surname Murong, it already showed that Murong Jiu would not abandon him. Looking at Murong Jiu steadily, her eyes were shining, and the man on her right hand radiated a heroic light in her heart.

"Okay, you take Weichen away, raise him to be a wise husband. ”

Crystal tears seemed to flow into her throat, choking Ruan Xiaodie's voice, she held Murong Jiu's hand with such firmness and expectation.

Sima Yan, who was standing quietly, her vision had long been blurred by tears, and she looked at Ruan Xiaodie like an outsider, and she could feel her affection for Murong Jiu more clearly. In a hundred years, under the operation of the specifications of heaven and earth, the unforgettable love of a soft and beautiful woman was ruined, which was really providential.

Thinking back to today's martial arts wedding, the kind of ruthless manipulation by the black hands of heaven and earth, if there is no Murong Jiu's appearance, his fate will be extremely sad. Looking at Ruan Xiaodie and Murong Jiu, Sima Yan felt a strong fear and deep happiness, after all, she was much luckier than Ruan Xiaodie.

Warm affection flowed through the room, and Sima Yan held the baby in her arms and walked out the door with Murong Jiu...... Ruan Xiaodie, who was on the bed, watched the three people who were gradually leaving, and silent tears flowed into her heart.

Sad and moved, the specifications of heaven and earth are full of concealment and deception. However, in the brilliance of human nature, life and death are inseparable, life is not abandoned, and the pride of breaking the sky is fully displayed under the cruel fate.

A silent scream rang out in the room, and Ruan Xiaodie broke her heart and closed her eyes forever...... Her life soul was sucked by the power of the rules of the netherworld, and she instantly broke away from her body and left the world of Huaxia Life.

Murong Jiu's body shook suddenly, and a wave of sadness poured into his heart, and when he closed his eyes, he let the thoughts in his heart surge...... Ruan Xiaodie's fall is the manipulation of fate, and it is her tragic choice that she is powerless to resist. Life and death, life, the death and rebirth of people, in this vast heaven and earth, are nothing more than a speck of dust raised by the wind.

With his arm thrown behind him, Murong Jiu took Ruan Xiaodie's body into the inner world. He opened his eyes, and two divine and demonic lightning rayed out, Ruan Xiaodie's powerlessness to resist the sky, but it aroused his anti-heaven spirit even more - against the chaos of heaven and earth, life is up to me!

Pulling open the door, Murong Jiu and Sima Yan walked out of the room, but with one step, the space changed. (To be continued......)