The middle-aged man glanced down at the little boy, his deep eyes were full of tenderness, and finally the hands that held the long sword were still loosened.

The tall body, which was struggling to support, suddenly fell to the ground with a "plop" without warning, splashing up dust and hitting the young boy's young heart, just like the same majestic mountain, which collapsed completely and unexpectedly.

"Uncle... You can't die... You can't leave your worries behind... Woo..."

The little boy hugged the middle-aged man and cried out heartbreakingly, as if he thought that this would wake up the other party.

However, this was just in vain, the middle-aged man was lying on his back in the dust, exuding a cold dead air, life and death were unknown.

The bleak night stares indifferently at all this, just as it has witnessed the spring and winter. In the dark moon, a few dim stars blinked through the mist, and in their eyes there was never only indifference, no pity.

Suddenly, at this moment, the wind stopped and the fog lifted. The cold air around them suddenly froze, and the dim stars in the distant sky, which had just blinked, suddenly disappeared.

In the sky above the wilderness, except for the little boy's intermittent sobbing, everything around him suddenly stopped, and the silence was a little creepy, and even the black-robed man suddenly stopped making any sound.

"This xx ghost place, it's really cold and unbearable..."

With a lazy low scolding from far and near, a white and flawless figure suddenly fell from the night sky, just like a bright lantern suddenly lit up in the night.

The person who came was a young man wearing a plain brocade robe, he wore long hair like a waterfall, his hair was as white as silver, holding a brilliant ancient flute, his body was as plump as jade, his face was handsome and elegant, even if he looked lazy, he had to be shocked.

He stood not far away, glanced at the little boy and the middle-aged man lying on his back lightly, and his handsome eyebrows curled slightly. Then he turned his head to look at the black-robed man who was standing there like a clay sculpture at this time.

While playing with the ancient flute in his hand, he walked over with a smile and said, "This son is really a little unaccustomed to it, and he still wears a hat and pretends to be a ghost on this big night..."

When he approached, he picked up his fingertips, and the black-robed man's hat shattered into powder in an instant, and finally revealed his true face.

I saw that this black-robed man was originally an old man with deep sunken eyes and a withered shape, if it weren't for all the facial features, others would really think it was a demon and monster who crawled out of the Netherworld Mansion.

The young man in white looked at it with interest, and when he saw that the old man still maintained a look of life in his eyes, he couldn't help but pout, and said with a look of disgust: "Don't stare at me with such eyes, even though my son looks like a jade tree, it is not something like you that can be seen if you want to." ”

Before the words fell, he flicked his sleeves lightly, and suddenly a cloud of white mist emanated from his fingertips, instantly enveloping the old man.

The old man's deep sunken eyes turned into a deep blood hole in the blink of an eye, and the blood hole was "bubbling" outward, dripping all over his face, and the already oozing appearance was now even more terrifying.

In less than a few breaths, the old man's entire body gradually melted away in the white mist, like snow, and finally turned into a pool of white ashes.

"Hey... It is said that curiosity kills cats. ”

The young man in white talked to himself with disgust, as if he was annoyed that he shouldn't have uncovered the other party's hat, he flicked his sleeves and turned around, walked straight to the little boy, looked carefully from head to toe for a while, changed his previous lazy appearance, and said, "Little baby, are you called Wu Wei?"

The little boy looked at the handsome young man in front of him in a daze, he had followed the middle-aged man to the end of the world since he was a child, and he had seen too many such bloody storms, but he was not much frightened, he glanced at the middle-aged man next to him, hesitated slightly, and replied: "Yes." ”

"Age and name are right... But the qualifications are sparse and ordinary," the young man in white frowned slightly, as if muttering to himself.

He looked down at the middle-aged man who was lying unconscious on the ground at this time, but his eyebrows were wrinkled even tighter, he thought for a while, and finally shook his sleeve robe and said, "That's it, you can go with me..."

The little boy named Wu Wei suddenly became anxious, and almost didn't think about it, he fell down at the feet of the young man in white, grabbed each other with both hands, and begged with tears in his eyes: "No, please save my uncle, I don't want my uncle to die." ”

Although the young man in white looked indifferent and ruthless, seeing such a picture suddenly made him a little at a loss, he shook his head helplessly, and said: "Your uncle has been poisoned by the 'lunar eclipse', unless the Da Luo Immortal can save him." ”

"No, big brother, you are so powerful, there must be a way to save him. Wu Wei still refused to give up, and continued to plead bitterly.

"This poison has nothing to do with Taoism, it is rumored that it is actually a supreme cultivation secret method..."

The young man in white was halfway through speaking, and then he realized that it seemed useless to talk about this to a childish child, and finally said, "Maybe you can find some clues to the antidote in the Moon God Temple..."

The last words of the white-clothed young man made Wu Wei despair, he and the middle-aged man had escaped from the Moon Temple's wanton pursuit, and now his uncle's life and death were uncertain, how could he go back with his age and ability...

Helplessness and sadness came back to Wu Wei's heart, he turned around and lay on the middle-aged man's body again, only this time, he didn't cry again, and he didn't know if he suddenly remembered something, or if the cry had already turned into despair.

•••

For as long as he can remember, the first face the little boy saw was his uncle, who was cold and silent on the surface, but when he looked at himself, his eyes were always gentle.

"Xiao worry, you are already a man, you can't cry secretly anymore..."

"Xiao worry, you must believe in yourself, what others can do, you can also do..."

"Xiao worry, if one day, I can't stay by your side anymore, I can't protect you anymore, you must be brave and strong, you know?"

One after another, one after another, and the scenes of tender care, surged into his heart like a tide, and Xiao Wu Wu was already crying.

He has always regarded the middle-aged man as his biological father, but the middle-aged man had solemnly instructed him that he could only call him uncle.

The warm memories filled the night and quietly turned into a burst of desolation, and this scene also seemed to infect the young man in white, who had always been affectionate.

The young man in white was not used to such a feeling, he looked up at the sky in the distance with his hands behind his back, and then sighed slightly, and said, "In addition to the Moon God Temple, there may be another way." ”

When Wu Wei heard such a sentence, it was as if he had suddenly grasped a life-saving straw, he came back from his sorrow, and did not speak, but turned around and solemnly kowtowed a few times in front of the man in white.

The thin body was crawling in the dust, looking so distressing, and he knelt on the ground without saying a word, quietly waiting for the words of the young man in white.

"I used my mental power to protect your uncle's soul, and he won't die for the time being. ”

As he spoke, the young man in white wanted to raise his hand to help Wu worry, but as soon as his hand was stretched out, he took it back, and he couldn't help but smile on his face, shook his head and laughed at himself: "Little Erlang, you have such affection, so much so that it seems that this son is unkind..."

After a while, the young man in white regained his previous lazy appearance, he held the ancient flute in his right hand and dusted off the dust on his body, and muttered as if full of resentment: "Let's go... I've been standing in this hellish place for a long time, and my son's new clothes have been stained..."

I saw that the fingers of his left hand were slightly bent, and a white air mass popped out from the fingertips and instantly enveloped the three of them, and finally the long sleeves were rolled up and disappeared into the vast night.

After about a stick of incense, a cold wind suddenly blew in this wilderness. Swish... "Several black flame figures fell on the side of the pool of white ash in unison.

"Who did that?" heard an angry roar, echoing in the cold night sky.

You must know that as one of the three major forces of the Great Wilderness, the "Moon God Temple" has not been killed for too many years.