Looking at the ruins and corpses around them, the visitor walked towards the only place where there was still the breath of a living person, and when they got closer, they realized that it was a child.

Originally, on a whim, I wanted to see the resting heart lord who had not died, but I didn't expect to find a little child, which seems to be the master-apprentice fate of heaven.

Shen Xi sighed, stretched out his hand to pick up the child, his gaze stopped on the collapsed stone sword for a moment, and disappeared into the sky as a sword light.

It wasn't until Shen Xi's aura completely disappeared that Rong Xian walked out of the shadows.

No sooner had she reached the exit than the fire burst into flames.

Through the firelight, Rong Xian faintly saw a group of black-clothed people outside staring at the sword mound with burning eyes.

It's clear that now isn't a good time to get out.

She stood in the middle of the fire, but the fire strangely didn't burn her.

Rong Xian's gaze fell on the sky in the distance, and a regret crossed her heart, she was just a little short of getting all the essence blood, but it was a pity.

The energy that the seal just now can protect the essence blood of the Sword Emperor will not overflow for ten years, so Yu Xiu, since you are the only one left, you must protect the essence blood of the Sword Emperor for me, and I will definitely take it after ten years, if there is a loss......

A piercing cold glint flashed in the eyes of the girl covered in blood, like a cold day, cold and cold.

The fire burned for two days and two nights, and the entire stone bridge stream was burned.

After all the men in black evacuated, Rong Xian walked out of the sword mound.

She looked at the charred corpses all over the place, and she didn't know what she was thinking, and when she came back to her senses, she had already squatted down and dug many pits, and buried all the charred bones to set up a monument.

Filling in the last handful of soil, Rong Xian engraved Yu Qing's name.

"Patriarch, Yu Xiu survived, are you happy?" Rong Xian whispered to the stone tablet: "You only have such a son, and you love him so much, although I am not sincere, but in the end I will protect him to live, and when he steps here again, ......"

Rong Xian didn't say the rest of the words, the corners of her mouth moved, hiding the emotions in her heart.

Looking at the familiar names appearing on the tombstones, thinking back to the kindness given by these people during this time, Rong Xian didn't know if she should say sorry.

She picked up small stones from the sword mound, took out the dagger she took from the pharmacy, sat on the ground without any care, and spent a day and a night carving everyone in the stone bridge stream.

Her fingertips moved, and finally engraved Yu Xiu and herself into it, everyone in the Yu clan is here, no one is lost, and no one is missing.

Rong Xian's eyebrows were gentle, and she carved a small village out of stone, and put these people into it as if they were once alive.

She rubbed the stone carving village, the corners of her mouth slightly curled, so that it seemed as if everyone was not dead, but had changed to a different form and been alive.

Looking at this small stone village, Rong Xian's icy heart suddenly tingled.

"It turns out that I still have a heart......" Rong Xian covered her heart, her big phoenix eyes were full of confusion, and she was immersed in her thoughts.

She was too weak when she had just been reborn, and she chose herself without hesitation among the people who wanted to protect herself and the people in the village.

She has been enjoying the kindness brought to her by the Yu clan, but in the end she can only watch them die, and her heart is undoubtedly heavy.

But reason told her that this world was the law of the jungle, and the weak was the original sin, as early as when they chose to guard the essence and blood of the Sword Emperor, as early as when she was the weakest when she was the weakest in rebuilding, all the endings were doomed by fate.

They died according to their predetermined fate, what does it have to do with her?

Even if she didn't appear here, the people who never gave up looking for the Yu clan would find this place sooner or later. They only had to die, and the last one wouldn't survive—nothing had changed, and she didn't need to feel guilty, did she?

No, not really.

After living for thousands of years, she has grown into a strong person in killing and loneliness, and she knows that there is not only indifference in this world, but also kindness, love, affection, no one has ever given her kindness, and she doesn't need it.

But in the month of Shiqiao Stream, she has experienced it herself, and she feels that the warmth and relaxation that seem to burn people's souls are so real, so nostalgic.

Rong Xian touched the stone hand for a moment, and a trace of astonishment appeared in her eyes as she looked at the lifelike stone figures.

It's just a month of getting along, why does she carve everyone's voice and smile so clearly, it's just a group of weak people, why do they remember it so clearly.

Rong Xian was silent for a long time, dragging the small stone village into the sword mound, guarded by ten thousand swords, and no one would disturb it anymore.

Walking out of the sword mound, she came to the cemetery, leaned on the tombstone of the colorful clothes and closed her eyes and fell asleep.

In the past few days, she has not rested, not only is her spirit in a tense state, but she also has no time to deal with the injuries on her body, and she has not been sleeping until she puts the people of Shiqiaojian into the earth and carves everyone down.

Now that the man in black will not come again, everything is over, let her rest for a while, just for a while.

Not long after Rong Xian fell asleep, a young man in a purple robe walked in slowly.

Seeing the smoke coming from here, he was stunned and walked in quickly.

When he came here twenty years ago, although there was a ban on it, he could clearly see the contentment of self-sufficiency and peace and contentment here.

The people here are very simple and live happily, and every time they see them, the man feels warm in his heart, as if all the gloom can be passed, and the future will definitely be better.

Today, I wanted to come and see it on a whim, but I didn't expect that this place had become a ruin.

There was only a dead silence left in the once simple and lively place, and there were no more children playing, and there was no warm scene of a family playing with their children.

This is a devastating accident!

A trace of regret crossed the man's eyes, and he walked lightly forward.

Suddenly, his footsteps stopped, his eyes full of shock.

Nearly 100 graves and tombstones in front of him were all erected in the place where children used to practice martial arts, and at the front of the tombstone, a child leaned there and seemed to be asleep.

The man subconsciously looked at her hands, and sure enough, the hands were covered with bloodstained dirt, and he was not sure if the child's hands were intact, and it was obvious that the gravestones here were all made by the child alone.

The child slept comfortably, as if she felt a strange breath, and she slowly opened her eyes.

Rong Xian's clear phoenix eyes reflected the figure of the man in front of him, one side was as clean as a fairy, and the other was dirty like a beggar.

There was no malice in the man who suddenly appeared here, and his breath was also pure, and after judging that this person would not pose a threat to her, Rong Xian relieved herself.

After the two looked at each other for a long time, Rong Xian leaned back on the tombstone and fell asleep, as if the staring at each other just now was really just to judge whether the person in front of him was in danger.

When Rong Xian closed her eyes, the man in front of her, who was afraid of scaring the child so much that he was on the verge of a great enemy, was stunned for a moment, stepped forward and carefully held the child in his arms, bowed to the cemetery, and turned away.