After keeping vigil all night, Qingyun thought about it and finally decided to leave Yiqian Mountain as soon as possible and leave the place where he had lived for more than ten years. Not only for his own safety, but also to find a way to find out who the real culprit is.

With his hands on his knees, Qingyun leaned his back against his parents' tombstones and muttered to himself:

"There are two paths in front of me now, one is to find Sister Nanzhi first, and the second is to find Uncle Yichen. ”

At this point, he finally accepted the reality that his father was no longer there, and began to think about the future direction.

After all, if he wants to live, if he can't live, how can he find out the real culprit.

"I don't know where Sister Nanzhi is now, Grandpa Liangshan didn't make it clear before leaving, and what does "heaven" mean, the world is so big, how to find it? Daddy also asked me to go to Uncle Yiqing when I was desperate, could it be that there would be some misunderstanding between him?"

Thinking of this, Qingyun couldn't help but smile self-deprecatingly, and said secretly:

"Am I just desperate now?"

But in his heart, he still hopes to go to his uncle first and let him avenge himself.

Because he understands that he is just a powerless teenager, and there is really nothing he can do about those murderers. His father is an immortal, and even an immortal can kill a person, how can he, a little ordinary man, be able to do it?

It's better to go to the actual situation of the teacher first.

At that moment, he made a plan, just wait for the sun to rise, set off to leave Yiqian Mountain, go down the mountain to carefully inquire about the location of the Fairy Sword Sect, and go to find his uncle, Yi Chen!

After clearing his thoughts, Qingyun also exuded a sense of vitality from the bottom of his heart, and began to clean up the house non-stop.

He sorted out his parents' relics one by one and locked them in the cabinet, brought a few changes of clothes, and then rummaged through the cabinets to find all the dry food at home.

He knew that he needed silver taels to walk in the world, and that he couldn't buy food without them, and that he would starve to death without food, so he had to bring as much food as he could, and then earn some silver taels on the way to find the Sword Fairy Sect.

In the end, Qingyun brought as much potion as his father had prepared for him when he was alive, in case the cold poison could attack at any time.

By the time I finished packing, it was already morning.

Feeling a faint chill and exhaustion oozing from his body, Qingyun remembered that he didn't seem to have used his unicorn teeth to absorb the energy of the rising sun for several days.

So he hurried out of the house, took out the amber pendant he wore on his chest, and aimed it at the rising sun.

The sunlight seemed to be full of magic, and after absorbing the energy contained in the rising sun, the unicorn tooth magically drove away the chill in his body, and the speed was much faster than before, which surprised Qingyun.

In the past, it took nearly a quarter of an hour to half an hour for this tooth to help him recover, but I didn't expect that today it would take him a while to recover as before, and he even lost some hunger after a day of water and rice, and he couldn't help but think of his father again:

"It must have been Daddy, you did it for me, thank you, Daddy!"1

Just looking at the crystal pendant in his hand, he thought of the countless efforts his parents had spent on his body cold, and even his father might have lost his life because of this pendant.

Thinking of this, Qingyun's originally calmed mood suddenly became extremely angry, only to see him tear off the pendant and hold it in his hand, and said fiercely:

"It's all your fault! Without you, Daddy wouldn't have died!"

The angry Qingyun became a little irrational, and actually wanted to throw away the unicorn teeth.

However, he held it in his hand for a long time, but he never made up his mind, because this was the last thing his father gave him, and he couldn't waste the hope that his father had exchanged his life for him.

After a while, he finally put the unicorn tooth carefully on his chest, put his bag on his back, and looked at his parents' graves and his own hut a few more times.

Qingyun didn't cry this time, not even the sourness that brewed tears, like the dry blue sky in the hot summer, and the frozen soil that is difficult to melt after frost. Because from the moment he decided to leave Yiqian Mountain, from the moment he walked out of Liangqian Village, he was carrying something on his body.

He didn't dare to tell himself that this kind of thing was called hatred, so he had to lock the last words of his father and the old man of Liangshan, as well as these redundant thoughts, in the deepest part of his heart, and firmly sealed them with a box called "live".

So from then on, he had no worries;

So from then on, he never had a home again.

Before leaving, Qingyun decided to take his father's broken sword with him, and the fragments of the sword body were buried in his father's grave. After all, with one or two empty words, he wasn't sure if Master Yichen would listen to him.

The pure white hilt, the red sword spike, he didn't know what to call this sword, he only knew the word "green" on the sword, but every time he touched it, he seemed to be able to feel his father's body temperature.

In the end, Qingyun finally tied up his hair, took his sword, and went down the mountain.

The green mountains are the same, the grass and trees are still the same, and there is only one more new grave next to Yun Mulan's grave.

Relatives are not there, the white fox is nowhere to be seen, and the thoughts of thousands of people in the mountains are all dissipated in the wind with a fire in the village.

By the time he left the mountain, the fire in the village had been extinguished, and Qingyun was silent for a long time looking at the village that had become in ruins.

Surprisingly, there is no sadness that vaguely appears in front of him in the past, Qingyun just feels that his memories of everything here have begun to fade away, with the passage of time.

The heart is empty.

The heart is also heavy.

Hatred?

Is it possible to forget hatred? Not possibly, that's ridiculous!

Although Qingyun is young, he also knows that hatred can affect a person's character, but if he forgets hatred just for the sake of what influence, then he will be a son of man in vain.

The so-called "heaven" in the mouth of Grandpa Liangshan, he must figure it out, because this is the only clue he knows about the Immortal Sword Sect in his father's mouth.

Although Yan Liangshan asked him not to take revenge, his consciousness before his death was already blurred, and he inadvertently revealed that the so-called "Tian" was likely to be related to the murderer. However, looking at the vast road outside the village, Qingyun's heart was full of apprehension.

The road is no better than the tree-lined path, and he can walk the way up and down the mountain, and he often walks, but what about the road under his feet now? Where should he go?

People are gone!

Qingyun shook his head, the smile on his face full of bitterness.

He is not a dull person, he must survive, this is the skill he learned from fighting illness and living in the mountains and forests since he was a child, in the words of his father when he was sick with cold in the past:

"If you can't hold on, you can only die!"

Finally, he settled down, looked back at the village again, and walked along the avenue outside the village, like clouds in the clear sky, green clouds, and began his wandering life.

However, Xiao Yun'er is just a child after all, for the unfamiliar world, even if he learns his father's calm way of doing things, but Yi Qing's calm bearing and ability cannot be honed overnight.

Not long after leaving the village, hunger and fatigue came at him like a raging tide.

What Qingyun didn't know was that his weakness and cold disease were born from the congenital, and the cause was planted before he was born in his mother's womb, and he couldn't have lived until now, of course, he would slowly know about these things later.

Yi Qing and his wife did not tell him the cause of the disease, nor did they tell him that they were able to survive because they did not hesitate to give him their natal true essence.

In addition, his father later concocted a potion to replenish vitality, and now the Qilin Tooth helped him absorb the aura of heaven and earth to nourish his body, otherwise he would have been stillborn in the womb for fifteen years, not to mention the fifteen-year appointment with Yan Liangshan.

It's winter now, and the long walk makes Qingyun a little physically exhausted, so he sat on the ground, gasping for breath, and couldn't help but sigh bitterly in his heart:

"Well, I don't know where it is, and I don't know if I can get to the nearest town. ”

Looking at the endless road, Qingyun untied the slightly heavy broken sword on his body and stroked it gently.

I don't know if it's his own delusion, he seems to be able to feel that the sword doesn't seem to be free from the pain of losing its master, and has been gently **, and then three days have passed in a flash.

With the survival skills he learned in the mountains and forests, Qingyun did not encounter any danger during these three days, except for one time when he encountered a wild wolf during his overnight stay in the woods.

Fortunately, no matter how hungry the jackal was, it couldn't reach the green clouds that climbed the treetops, and after that, he went all the way, and then unknowingly walked on the official road to Qianzhong City.

When he saw a living person again, Qingyun's heart was still full of joy, of course, this joy also contained his fear and worry about strangeness.

In fact, the vast majority of people are just like him, all of them are full of vigilance, not to mention this fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy who went out alone.

However, the clever Qingyun painted the gourd in the same way, and he saw that the pedestrians were all tightly bandaging their bags, so he also cut an old piece of clothing in the package into a large cloth and wrapped the eye-catching broken sword to avoid causing unnecessary trouble.

He was born extremely handsome, inheriting his father's sword eyebrows and sideburns, but he did not inherit the cold and arrogant temperament of Yiqing Tiger's eyes, but his eyes were more like inheriting Yun Mulan's gentleness and tranquility.

These ethereal and pure eyes were born on the man's body, which added a feeling of warmth and jade to him, making people feel as comfortable as a spring breeze as long as they looked at him.

Coupled with his slender figure, the pedestrians along the way were almost unwary of him, except for a few reckless men who mistook him for a pretty lady, Qingyun walked a little smoother than before in the mountains.

"Uncle Chen, do you know what other towns are around Qianzhong City?"

Qingyun asked curiously while eating the wild fruits picked on the side of the road.

The juice flowed down his throat into his stomach, which made him feel very comfortable, and after all the years of living in the mountains, he had long been able to identify which fruits were edible, and even which herbs could be used in medicine.

"Xiao Qingyun asked what are you doing, is it possible that you still want to travel far away?"