If the clouds are a letter to the sky.

Can you listen to it again?

Listen to your voice.

"Child, in the daytime, your mother is the white cloud in the sky, covering you from the heat. At night, it is the brightest star in the night sky, dispelling the darkness for you. ”

In the courtyard facing north and south, the dead trees are messy, and the yellow leaves are everywhere, and the prosperity is exhausted, and the silence is lonely. The spider's webs, the dust on the tables and chairs, and the lack of care showed all the sadness.

This is just a few bits and pieces in the community of undulating palaces.

An old man with a pale beard, dressed in plain gray clothes, and holding a broom in his hand, walked into the courtyard.

"Click........."

Some are disorganized, with fallen leaves and dead wood swept more and more under the sweep of the broom. For an hour, the old man simply swept the fallen leaves from the east to the west, and the fallen leaves from the west to the north. The churning of fallen leaves, some of which have rotted, emits an indescribable smell in the air.

"Alas!"

The fallen leaves were spread and the dead trees were piled up, and the old man just sighed faintly, and then walked out of the courtyard with a broom in his hand. The courtyard gate was somewhat damaged, so the old man closed the courtyard door lightly.

The old sweeper is gone, and the place is calm again.

"The snow falls silently, the rain falls in the mud. It's snowing, this is the sixth snow season, child, tomorrow is your sixth birthday, Qinghe will come here to visit you as agreed. ”

A wing room in the innermost part of the courtyard is remote and quiet. The windows of the wing room are tightly closed, the room is very dim, the furnishings are neat, the tables, chairs, tea sets, and clean placements are very different from the scenes outside the house.

Next to the bed, a middle-aged man, his eyes were a little cloudy, his hair was messy, his beard was unkempt, and a pair of big hands full of calluses were gently stroking the young man lying quietly on the bed.

It's so gentle, for fear that a little bit of force will wake up the sleeping teenager.

The lone goose flew over his head and plucked off one of its tail feathers and fell. ”

"The fish swam to the bottom of the water, and the white blisters burst on the surface of the water. ”

“........................”

The middle-aged man opened his mouth and sang a ballad, his voice was hoarse and a little unpleasant, but on his cheeks, two lines of muddy tears flowed silently, one drop, one drop, falling down, wetting the clothes on his chest.

The ballad is very long, very long, this is every time the boy sleeps, his mother will sing to the boy, and the boy will lie in his mother's arms and fall asleep peacefully.

"Call your wife back, call your son back. ”

As soon as the song was sung, the middle-aged man covered his face with his hands, tears overflowed from his fingers, but his voice was hoarse, but he was crying silently.

The boy doesn't flick when he has tears, but he hasn't reached the sad place.

"Father...... ...... pro"

The sleeping young man, with hideous eyebrows, some pain on his immature little face, his soft mutter, intermittent. The boy's father made the middle-aged man's face even more painful.

"Son, I'm sorry, but my father didn't control it, and the noise was a little louder. My Son............"

The middle-aged man hurriedly stretched out his hand between the young man's eyebrows, and a touch of green light from his fingertips sank into the young man's eyebrows little by little. As the green light entered, the young man's face was no longer painful, his hideous brow stretched, and the dream snorted, and then fell silent. "Father!"

"Son, you can't wake up. ”

The sudden cardiac arrest made the middle-aged man raise his hand to cover his chest, a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and his pupils dilated a little. "If I lose your mother, I can't lose you anymore. The father guards you like this, and when the father is the father but this remnant of life, our father and son will join hands to find your mother and mother. ”

Blood burst out, dyeing the middle-aged man's clothes bright red, and there were also sporadic blood spots, staining the young man's clothes. The middle-aged man, who was seriously ill and had old diseases, had a languishing face and a crooked spine, which made his expression painful.

At the head of the bed, a green lamp is about to burn out, and a trace of fire, from big to small, swaying and beating, will be extinguished at any time. Seeing this, the middle-aged man quickly got up, bit his fingertips, and forced out more than ten drops of blood in the green light, and then, the middle-aged man's face was pale, and his figure was a little shaky.

A green lantern burns with blood, and a green lantern continues to live.

After sitting for three years, the middle-aged man is the father, guarding his child every step of the way.

As soon as this winter passes, it will be four years, and my wife will not return!

The snow fell on the roof of the house, on the yellow leaves and dead trees, and a layer of white white was piled up, and the temperature plummeted.

Add more clothes when it's cold, and you know how warm and cold people are.

"Second Master, the family banquet has begun, and the sect master ordered the villain to come and invite the second master to the central palace for dinner. ”

After the old man left the sweeper, a man dressed in splendid clothes with a white face hurriedly came to the courtyard, and the fallen leaves everywhere were covered by snow, but he did not dare to step on it easily. He stopped, identified the direction, and then cautiously came all the way to the door of the innermost wing.

With some snow on his shoulders, he didn't dare to speak loudly.

"Family banquet? My wife has not returned, my son has not woken up, where is the family banquet?"

A surge of energy shattered the snow on the roof of the house, and the yellow leaves and dead trees outside the house, which also caused the mouth and nose to bleed, and the body suddenly retreated.

"Boom!"

The body that couldn't be stopped, collapsed the rockery behind him, and the person who came stabilized his body in a hurry, his eyes glanced at the wing room in shock, and then retreated in a hurry.

In the past three years, the three of them have come and gone, all of them have been injured.

In the 198th year of the Yuan calendar, the blood stained by the common people had not faded, and the war was raging again. The Heavenly Demon Clan and the Demon Clan came together, the momentum was violent, the banner sounded, and the war was about to break out.

"I, Xuantian Ji, even if the blood stains the blue sky, I have to stop you. ”

A green shirt swayed in the wind, and three thousand green silks flew behind the head like a waterfall. Her posture is wonderful, and she is not afraid of the inevitable victory of the Heavenly Demon Clan and the Demon Clan. And behind her, there are Terran warriors, densely packed, with swords and axes in their hands, and they are not afraid of life and death.

A sonorous war song is high, and a song of Jin Ge Iron Horse is played, the body is crippled, and the soul is broken!

"Kill!"

Kill! Shouting through the sky, piercing the sky, the snow falling heavier and heavier, could not cover the blood flowing underground, nor could it cover the remains of the broken arm on the ground, there were people, there were heavenly demons, there were demons, horizontal and vertical.

"I don't want to set foot on the ground beneath my feet. ”

Wearing a green shirt and holding a sword, the sword is not bloody, and the clothes are not stained with blood. There are countless souls under her sword, but she also kills them endlessly! She has a high merit and a shocking face, and she does not let her eyebrows go.

"Terran powerhouse. ”

With two roars, the Heavenly Demon Clan and the Demon Clan all flew out of a figure, blocking in front of the green shirt. The domineering of the axe, the sky full of ghost claws, Xuantian Ji clenched her silver teeth, and resisted a little difficult.

She, the green shirt was stained with blood, and she was injured and retreated.

The howling wind swept away the heavy snow, and Xuantian Ji retreated. Standing proudly in the void, she looked down at the Terrans who were fighting, those were her disciples and her people.

"I am in charge of one side, and I will guard one side. ”

Xuan Tianji's eyes showed a touch of determination and reluctance, her resoluteness, regardless of her disability, but also to exchange injuries for injuries, yes, she gambled with her life.

The delicate flowers are about to fall in the pool of blood, and they will bloom again in the blood.

There were more than 10,000 corpses, blood stained the earth, melted the snow, and the steaming coo flowed by, until it cooled down, and was sealed into blood-colored roads by heavy snow and ice.

"It's a little late for the poor Dao, don't blame the Taoist friends!"

A golden light appeared in the sky, pierced the sky, and came to Xuan Tianji's side. An old monk wearing a monk's robe, with nine ring scars on his bald head, pinched a string of Buddhist beads in his hand, and chanted Amitabha Buddha's face to the power of the demons.

"Venerable, I don't thank you for your great kindness, and I will repay it in the future. ”

Although there was only one person, it also greatly increased Xuan Tianji's confidence, and the rapidity of the offensive made the powerful body of the Heavenly Demon Clan have a few more wounds, and the blood does not stop.

The continent of the human race is vast, and there is no end in sight. Saiwai is even more remote, and it is rare for people to come. Here, only the Phantom Heaven Palace opened a sect here, the sudden opening of the canopy, the attack of the Heavenly Demon Clan and the Demon Clan, made Xuan Tianji a little caught off guard, although he sent a rescue, but the people's hearts were not aligned, and the far water could not quench the thirst of the near, and the responses received were few.

She had no choice but to fight alone.

The war song, that is, a sad funeral song, buries the dead body, but the soul is immortal!

"Da Luo spell, Dawei Tianlong. ”

The arrival of the old monk brought the battle situation in the void to a stalemate. And on the ground, the disparity in combat power is getting bigger and bigger. The Terrans were killed and wounded, and they went forward, but there was no successor, and they felt powerless.

"Kill!"

The coldness of the weapon and the high will to fight, even if there is only one person left, he must fight to the end. If they retreat, they may be able to survive, but the family members behind them, as well as the Phantom Heaven Palace, will no longer exist.

They can't retreat, they don't dare to retreat, the sect is waiting for their triumph, and their family members are making a table of dishes, steaming.

Blood stained their eyes red, soaked their clothes, and their bodies were painless, and they fell coldly, but it also stopped the enemy's footsteps. When the souls returned to their hometowns, they looked at their families and sects, and they wept gloomily.

The soul weeps blood and tears.

"The canopy is about to close, so we must stop them. ”

Xuan Tianji looked at the scene on the ground, her eyes were terrified, and her five organs were shocked. Distracted, her left arm was almost shaved off by the power of the Heavenly Demon Clan, and a bewitching blood-colored flower bloomed on her green shirt.

With the closure of the canopy, the Heavenly Demon Clan and the Demon Clan will not be able to set foot on this land, although I don't know how long it will take for the Heavenly Canopy to open here, and the remaining time is enough for Xuantian Ji to recuperate.

"Kill!"

The broken arm can be regenerated, although the cost is expensive, as long as it can delay time, it is worth it. Xuan Tianji waved the sword in her hand, frowned and cut off her left arm, and a pain came out of her mouth. The injured left arm, without combat power, life and death are at stake, and keeping it will only get in the way.

She was pale and clenched her silver teeth.

A strong man breaks his wrist!

Sad song!

"Poof!"

The ghost claw pierced the chest, Xuan Tianji's face turned even paler, and the sword in her hand also cut off the power of the Heavenly Demon Clan, exchanging life for life, Xuan Tianji can see death as home, but the power of the Heavenly Demon Clan cannot.

"You're so ruthless!"

The power of the Heavenly Demon Clan was shocked, and he carried the remnant body, and in an instant, he retreated behind the canopy. Seeing this, the demon clan powerhouse glanced angrily in the direction of the Heavenly Demon Clan, and also retreated behind the canopy.

Spare your life.

The opening of the canopy is random, and the time cannot be estimated, nor can it be guessed. The sudden opening of the canopy also made them unprepared. If they have their hands free, they can prevent the closure of the canopy, and the army of the Heavenly Demon Clan and the Demon Clan will come completely.

"Poof!"

The canopy was completely closed, and the Heavenly Demon Clan and the Demon Clan left behind the wreckage, their bloodthirsty figures, and hideous faces, all of which disappeared outside the plug.

It was quiet, the enemy was gone, and some of them were crazy-looking, clenching the weapons in their hands, slashing the air. They were powerless, sitting in a pool of blood, on top of the remains of the severed limbs, gasping for breath, and the old friends who used to be by their side were cold, making them look up to the sky and howl, some hugged their heads and cried, and some laughed loudly.

(A chapter of the new book, familiar with the face.) ）