The tears have dried up, the heart is like ashes, and the will is completely broken.

He stumbled, stumbled, his eyes hollow, and his voice was broken. With his long shawl hair spread out, he was already gray, like an old man in his old age.

In April, the spring colors were beautiful, and they were constantly obliterated in the rain, completely shrouded in the white mist of Sunday. The fog, converging in the surging and frantically surging, climbed up to the eaves of Qionglou Yuyu and Jinluan, and the potential was higher than the dark clouds that covered the sky and the sun.

He was walking, albeit walking.

Even if one of the shoes under his feet was gone, he didn't care at all if he didn't notice it, and walked forward step by step. Even if the smooth bluestone slab under his feet was replaced by soil sand and gravel, even if the hard stone hit his feet and cut blood, he still didn't care.

Traces of blood spilled from the soles of his feet, flowing in the muddy land, muddled and dispersed by the falling rain, like layers of dark clouds piling up in the sky, flowing at will from east to west, north and south.

The scenes of the past kept appearing in my head, and then disappearing, like floating blisters, cracking in the air, and then dissipating one by one. It was as if it was going through a process, flashing quickly, and then turning into nothingness.

Perhaps, it is a person's life, which seems complicated, but it is actually very simple!

Simply come, go simply, the encounter in the process is like a rush away from a dream, all of which are illusory.

He didn't know how long he had been on the road in front of him, and he didn't know how long time had passed.

After walking through three streets, out of the city gate, and across the spring in the south of the city, in the smoke and rain, the empty eyes began to wander.

It's almost there, right?

It was a high mountain five miles outside the city, towering into the air like bamboo shoots, the mountain was green with pines and cypresses, the trees grew tall and straight, and the leaves were abundant and covered the air. A trail swayed upward, like a sheep's intestine twisting and turning, revealing two rugged rocks on the side, and the rain washed over it, gathering into a flowing mountain water, carrying yellow mud down the path.

He dragged his steps up the stairs, and even though he walked very slowly, he still came to the middle of the mountain, and then shuttled east through the deep forest. The deep forest is empty, and the rain makes a heavy repulsive sound on the leaves. Because the trees are too abundant, there are no more trails. The air in the forest was rancid and misty, and the vines were wrapped in thorns, constantly scratching his face, his clothes, and his head full of gray hair.

Later, Li Wangchen and Luo Yu almost wanted to step forward, but they suppressed their impulses again, and they had mixed feelings in their hearts, looking at this lost figure, they didn't know how to persuade them, so they had to follow silently.

Huang Yanchao's unscrupulous words completely offended the Xue family, and the two of them couldn't ignore his safety.

Help people to the end and send the Buddha to the west.

Li Wangchen will not admit that he is a good person, in the previous life, he acted arbitrarily and killed countless people, and in this life, he is still like this.

He wants to help people, and there is no reason!

Another hour passed. The sound of the rain finally stopped, and the dark clouds in the sky gradually withdrew, casting the sun's less dazzling light, and smoking the remnants of the clouds red.

A rainbow spans half the sky, from this end of the earth to that end, standing in the rolling mountains, colorful, brilliant and colorful, it solidifies all the soft colors in the world in the sky, like a finely carved arch bridge is beautiful, like a thousand miles of rhododendrons blooming neatly, exhausting all the simplicity and beauty of this world.

In the forest, birds flutter their wings and make a pleasant loud sound towards the colorful rainbow in the sky.

He raised his head and stared, and a trace of imitation flashed in his empty eyes!

The sound of a gurgling stream echoed in the ears, looking for prestige, the mountain rain swept countless broken branches and leaves, muddy into the mountain stream that should have been very clear, and traced back on the smooth and smooth pebbles on both banks, some were stranded, and some continued to trickle down, flowing into a wide river channel on the bank below. The river is the color of green leaves, and the blue waves are silent. This is already under the back mountain, slightly half higher than the front mountain, you can see the river meandering, like a green belt winding in the mountains, going to a distant place, quite magical.

At the widest point of the riverbank, there is a small mound of sand and gravel, on which the earth has been washed out by the rain into small ditches, revealing holes the size of beans.

In front of the mound, a stone tablet was erected, and a line of tomb characters was roughly carved on the stone tablet.

This mound is a lonely grave!

Huang Yanchao walked to the grave, finally stopped, and paused. He actually raised his hand, straightened his messy hair, wiped his face, and tidied up the corners of his clothes, before he stretched out his hands to hold the two ends of the stele, and knelt straight in front of the stele.

He leaned his face tightly against the stele, with no expression on his face, stretched out his right hand, stroked the words on the stele over and over again, and his empty eyes projected a complex light, with warmth, love, guilt, and sadness......

But that's not all.

After a long time, he slowly stood up and looked at the two white-clothed figures standing ten meters away.

"Brother Huang!"

Seeing this, Li Wangchen raised his right hand and gently called him, but found that his voice was so hoarse and uncomfortable.

This call is too blunt and too depressing.

Huang Yanchao raised his head, a bloodless lip moved, pale long eyebrows, hollow eyes, gray hair, what a bewitching face!

He grinned, handing over a reassuring smile. It's just that this smile looks so stiff, so bitter, as if it took him a lot of strength, and the smile is very difficult and very crazy.

This smile is his most sincere gratitude to Li Wangchen and Luo Yu, and it is also the last tenderness he left to this world.

"Brother Li, Miss Luo, you should get out of here quickly!"

He opened his mouth, and it took a lot of effort for him to say this.

He seemed to know that he couldn't live anymore, so he turned his body around very casually and indifferently, staring blankly at the lonely grave in front of him.

Her mother was buried inside, and her bones were not cold. He knew that Xue couldn't wash away his grievances, so he could only stay here quietly and keep repenting!

Luo Yu kept shaking his head, feeling a little uncomfortable in his heart, and said softly: "We can't leave you alone, we have to go together!"

Huang Yanchao turned his back to the two of them and said bitterly: "Xue Pingzhi is sinister and cunning, and he will be revenged, I am a scholar, I am afraid that I will not be able to escape his pursuit, and I ...... I don't have the face to live anymore. Huang can't drag down the two benefactors anymore, please leave quickly, the farther you go, the better......"

The words are not over!

Above the blue sky, there was a sudden creepy laughter: "Haha...... If you offend the Xue family, none of you can escape!"

In the distance, a black shadow shot out, and in an instant, it fell on the bank of the river. A look of disdain shot out of his gloomy eyes, looking at Li Wangchen and Luo Yu, and laughing: "It's you two hairy little kids who injured Xue Pingzhi?"

Li Wangchen turned his head to look and saw that it was a tall and thin old man. He was too thin, a blue-gray robe was so wide that he couldn't support his body, his cheekbones were high and protruding, his eyebrows were slanted and angry, and he had a long goatee, which looked like a fairy wind bone. But at this moment, he was holding a bright long knife in his hand, which was a little weird no matter how he looked at it.

It is not easy for someone to come, Huang Yanchao showed a trace of worry on his face, and urged the two of them: "Brother Li, Miss Luo, you go quickly, it's not a pity for me Huang to die, I just ask you two to leave quickly!"

After that, he stepped forward in a few steps, wanting to use his body to block the old way and buy time for Li Wangchen and Luo Yu.

"You can't die, you still need to report your grievances in person!"

Li Wangchen smiled faintly, and a true qi overflowed from his fingertips, bringing Huang Yanchao back to his body and controlling him in place.

He had already guessed that Xue Pingzhi would make some moves, his face was light, and his eyes were not shocked.

Luo Yu had a bit of ridicule in his eyes, hooked the corners of his mouth, pointed at the old way, his words were not polite at all, and jokingly said: "Hey, old man, who are you scolding, as the saying goes, being old and not dying is a thief, such as you who don't know how to be polite!"

"Haha, interesting, really interesting! The old man has never seen a playful and watery little girl like you!"

When the old man heard this, not only did he not get the slightest anger, but laughed, stroked the goat's beard, and looked at Luo Yu with great interest.

Luo Yu glared at Lao Dao dissatisfied, and said angrily: "I said old man, you are really shameless, believe it or not, this girl gouged out your eyes!"

Lao Dao was full of smiles, shook his head slowly, and said: "Tsk, it's so scary, do you know what will happen in the end if you dare to say this kind of thing to the old man?"

Lao Dao smiled, raised his hand and gestured between his necks, and said with an arrogant expression: "They are all dead!" However, little girl, I won't kill you, the old man promised Xue Pingzhi to take you back, and the two people around you are not so lucky-they are destined to die in the hands of the old man!"

When Luo Yu heard this, his face did not change, he gently raised his long sleeves, flicked forward, swept out a gust of wind, and hit Lao Dao head-on. The old goat's beard trembled, picked up the long knife and slashed forward, directly breaking Luo Yu's attack.

Lao Dao disdainfully carried the long knife on his shoulder, and sneered: "Just this little way, in front of the old man, it is rampant." Little girl, if you don't want to die, stand still. The old man promised Xue Pingzhi that he had to take the heads of the two of them!"

Luo Yu withdrew his hand lightly, turned around and teased Li Wuchen: "He said that he wanted to take your dog's head, do you have any objections?"

Li Wangchen pursed his lips, his face showed a trace of solemnity, the random slash of the old Tao just now was actually very exquisite, which showed that this person was very high. He turned his head to look at Huang Yanchao behind him, and said in a deep voice: "Now is not the time to joke, you take Brother Huang first!"

Luo Yu didn't seem to take this to heart, he walked a few steps slowly, stroked his chin with his hand, and said with a deep smile: "This old man does have a bit of Taoism, he is a more difficult opponent, you go first, I will cheer for you!"

"Haha, those who know the times are Junjie!"

As soon as the old man heard this, he laughed, and with a flick of his foot, he suddenly flew into the sky, and Li Wangchen only felt that there was a flower in front of him, and the old man had already dodged and landed in front of him.

"Let's go, leave me alone!"

Huang Yanchao's body couldn't move, so he had to shout.

Li Wuchen didn't have time to answer Huang Yanchao's words, he pulled out his sword suddenly, and the first style of the Sword Spirit Sect's Seven Duels "Sword Raising Style" was stacked, and countless sword shadows suddenly appeared from the sword in his hand, and at the moment when the old Dao machete was about to arrive, they were swept away together.

The old man stared at the sand and stones, and stepped out of a deep trench with his heels. The long knife in his hand waved, and he did not avoid its edge, and he turned around in his hand, destroying Li Wangchen's sword shadow one by one.

His heart sank, Li Wangchen held his sword and stabbed him head-on. Lao Dao staggered his body, picked up the long knife and slashed straight down, the knife light was cold, and it was terrifying.

Li Wangchen calmly raised his sword to resist, but was shocked by the huge force from the old Dao long knife, and the hand holding the sword was slightly numb.

Luo Yu moved at this time, only to see her body unfolded, the wind under her feet, like a light swallow, smiling and waving her two palms, slapping the air and making a piercing friction sound. These two palms seem to be slapped very casually, but in fact, they are infinitely powerful, with the momentum of the autumn wind sweeping away the leaves, and pounce on the old way. Lao Dao's eyes widened suddenly, and the long knife in his hand was stubbornly resisted in front of him, shooting backwards.

Those two palms were simply terrifying, he only felt his heart beating wildly, and cold sweat had broken out on his forehead for some time, and the wind was cool and swishing.

As soon as his body retreated, the place where he had been standing suddenly exploded, flying sand and rocks, and the ground was full of debris, revealing a deep pit. Lao Dao retreated far away, still hit by a gust of wind, a mouthful of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, he glanced at Luo Yu with fear, and said angrily: "No wonder you two dare to provoke Xue Pingzhi, you are really strong." But you can't escape, wait and see!"

After he said this, he hurriedly flew up and fled into the distance.

Li Wangchen raised his sword to catch up and shouted to Luo Yu: "Our whereabouts have been exposed to him, we must not let him escape!"

"He can't escape!"

The corners of Luo Yu's mouth hooked slightly, and he raised his head confidently, his body was like a light swallow, and he shot up, instantly grazing over Li Wangchen's head. The spirit whip in his hand was thrown out, and he hit the old road in front of him.

At the same time, in the deep forest, a yin owl's light shot out, and no one noticed that he was holding a bow and arrow in his hand at this time, aiming at Huang Yanchao's heart, and suddenly loosened the bow.

"Whoosh-"

Huang Yanchao, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, frowned suddenly, with a painful expression on his face, blood spurted from his mouth, and swayed on the stone tablet, which was extremely scarlet.

He glanced down at the arrow in his chest and fell to the ground!