There was a gust of wind in the maple grove.

The gust of wind came from Qiu Fengchun's withered fingers, and it seemed to come from between heaven and earth, and when the Northern Meditation Cultivator sensed something hidden in the wind, he had no time to avoid it.

The ice line wrapped around his little finger had broken at some point, and everything he had laid out was completely cut off from him.

Bei Mingxiu's heart sank, and he finally determined one fact: he had indeed laid a net in the maple forest, but Qiu Fengchun had already turned the entire maple forest into a net, so everything he had arranged in the maple forest was meaningless.

Although he was aware of his current situation, the Northern Meditation Cultivator was not so nervous, if he was afraid, he would not have followed the Northern Immortal Shuo here at all, if Qiu Fengchun really wanted to kill here, he would teach him to comprehend the precipitation of all his cultivation in the past twenty years.

It's just that when his eyes are opened and closed, all the scenery in front of him has changed, and now it is the scenery in front of him, which makes him feel like he is suddenly separated from the world.

The picture of the distant mountains half-shaded by the sunset is shattered in the sparkling waves of the lake, the sound of birdsong is crisp and pleasant, and the sound of the murmuring of another stream is not far away, and there is smoke rising from a small manor hidden in the shadows of the trees in the distance, the scene is elegant and quiet.

There were tears in Bei Mingxiu's eyes, and he almost couldn't hold back.

He missed this picture for a long time, and even if he knew that it was an illusion, he still couldn't control his emotions.

This is the home he can never return to, and it is also the eternal pain in his heart, if it were not for the tragedy of that day, this beauty may be preserved to this day.

Today, the mountain is no longer the mountain it used to be, the lake is not the lake it used to be, the manor has long since disappeared into the dust of history, and the flowers and trees around it have been scattered.

Yes, it's just an illusion.

Bei Ming Xiu raised his head and stared coldly at the figure in front of him.

Qiu Fengchun was still in a wheelchair, but Bei Mingshuo and Ye Qingzhou were no longer by his side, and there were only the two of them in this fantasy world.

Qiu Fengchun turned his head and said with a smile: "I have arranged this illusion for several days, and the life and death of all things are more than the effect you know. ”

Bei Mingxiu didn't answer him, he could naturally feel that the smell in this landscape was no different from the maple forest, he definitely hadn't moved his position, but this environment could be so real, completely consistent with the memory in his mind, it was enough to show that Qiu Fengchun's skills were superb.

"You guessed correctly before, I didn't advance to the Immortal Rank, but I am not in the Mortal Ninth Order either. Qiu Fengchun looked at Bei Ming Cultivation and said seriously, "If you really want to say it, I am considered a pseudo-immortal level, if the prescription has not been improved, the current Yu Changping should also be a pseudo-immortal level." ”

Bei Mingxiu didn't plan to follow his words: "The story you said was what happened back then?"

Qiu Fengchun smiled noncommittally and pointed ahead

said: "I'm sorry for pushing me for a while, talk as you go." ”

In front of his finger are the memories of the childhood of the Northern Meditation Cultivator, which belongs to the lakeside village of the Northern Darkness Week.

The current lakeside village is not full of fire, there is no ice for thousands of miles, everything is very calm, Bei Ming Xiu took a deep breath, grabbed Qiu Fengchun's wheelchair, and slowly walked forward.

......

Bei Mingxiu didn't know if his walk in this illusion was real, or if it was just his soul walking, what he could be sure of was that this illusion was a real memory, and there were large and small, colorful pebbles by the lake, so it should be the memory of Bei Mingshuo.

Qiu Fengchun smiled: "You're right, most of this place is Xiao Shuo's memory, no matter how much you want to throw me into the lake now, I still think you have to finish reading all this first." ”

"This is the story that really happened, it's your story, it's my story. ”

Bei Ming Xiu still didn't answer him, his attention was still on the surrounding scenery.

In a corner of that landscape, there was a child playing, innocent and childlike with the smile on his face, even if he was so inconspicuous in this landscape.

They walked slowly along the lake, and soon reached the only manor house on the lakeside.

The estate was not large, but warm enough to put him at ease.

When he pushed open the door in his memory again, Bei Mingxiu's mind couldn't help but stir, and when he saw the three figures inside, he really felt like he was in a different world.

Once his mother joked to him, their brother's eyebrows and eyes were very similar to their father's, only the face shape looked like her cub, and now the mother pinched Bei Mingshuo's little face, ignoring Bei Mingshuo's reluctant expression, as if she wanted to knead the dough.

Bei Mingzhou held a spoonful of salt and stared at the fish in the pot, as if thinking about when to put this spoonful of salt down.

They kept repeating their movements, as if time was repeating itself, as if revealing the fact that it was just a fantasy.

"I'm sorry I came back late. ”

Bei Mingxiu gritted his teeth and said in his heart to these family members who were just hallucinations.

He didn't catch up with this meal back then, and when he returned home, the house was already in flames.

Qiu Fengchun's voice sounded suddenly: "If you had come back back then, there would only be one more corpse here, and I am very glad that you were able to survive." ”

Four clear fingerprints appeared on the back of the wheelchair, and Bei Mingxiu sneered: "Isn't that the ending you want to see the most?"

Qiu Fengchun smiled and changed the topic: "You should know very well what will happen next." ”

There was a murderous intent in Bei Mingxiu's eyes, and he smiled self-deprecatingly: "I've dreamed so many times, what if I see you again?"

In this illusion, he wanted to break the kettle more than once and take Qiu first

Feng Chun killed Zai Tu after talking, but he didn't do it in the end.

On the one hand, he wasn't sure how much life energy was left in Qiu Fengchun's current life and death, and he had no way of knowing Ye Qingzhou's movements, but on the other hand, he really wanted to see his family in this illusion, even if it was just a dream.

Qiu Fengchun smiled, his fingers moved slightly, and the scene in the small courtyard suddenly changed.

The anger hidden in Bei Mingxiu's eyes almost erupted at this moment.

Because he saw with his own eyes what happened back then.

His mother looked at the people around her in disbelief, it was her former classmate, but now he had a palm on her lower abdomen and a hand on his throat.

This person, he remembered, was the White Tiger Envoy in front of the Holy Pavilion who was killed in Liyang City, Ning Zhurong.

In addition to him, the five of them had already surrounded the Northern Hell, who was in a hurry to fight, and even the cold and dark were too late to pull out.

The next picture is a big battle that he didn't really see back then.

There are dragon phantoms flying in the sky, white tigers tearing apart the aurora, there are Xuanwu giant shields shattering mountains and rivers, there are golden fire feathers burning all over the lake, and there are nine days of thunder that shatter the nine heavens...... In this siege that seems to be overwhelming the spiritual power of the world, the frost and wind and snow can only guard the three-zhang area, but the frost of the three zhang can meet all the attacks as if standing up to the sky.

The Northern Darkness Zhou held the cold and slashed the wind and snow, and the three-foot Qingfeng with the cold to the bones always stood tall.

His wife was badly injured and was protected by him.

His son was so frightened that he was clutched by his badly injured mother, and his face was covered in blood.

Even he himself was bleeding from the corners of his mouth because of Ning Zhurong's sneak attack.

His expression was firm and tragic, but there was compassion and helplessness in his eyes.

I'm afraid that until the end, he never understood why these former colleagues would use such despicable means against him.

They have always been remembered by the Northern Underworld.

The current Northern Meditation Cultivator has never forgotten them.

The faces of these people, each of them are engraved in the depths of his memory, and when he sees them again at this moment, if he is not used to forbearance, I am afraid that he will already be crazy at this time, even if he knows that it is an illusion, he will let them pay for his life.

But now he was biting his lower lip, and he had no time to think about it.

Because it won't be long before a panicked child rushes into the manor in the midst of the fire.

In order to protect this child, the three-zhang wind and snow suddenly extended, enveloping the ignorant, bold, naughty and somewhat reckless child.

So the wind and snow broke.

The Northern Underworld was also defeated.

In the midst of the chaos, the child was hung with a jade pendant by Beiming Zhou, and slapped it into the distance with one palm, even if he was in mid-air, the child couldn't stop crying.

A thunderclap rang out, and the world was cleared.