What is it!

Cheng Zhaozhao opened her eyes with anger, she seemed to have been in a daze for a long time, and it was as if she had just woken up...... Is that a dream?

If it was a dream, there was nothing in it, she just heard these conversations, one was a childish child's voice, and the other was a timbre...... She couldn't remember.

But in her opinion, this master is too unkind, the eight-year-old child is when he admires the love of his parents, how can he say that he doesn't want to, and besides, on his birthday, he was punished to clean the mountain gate, how sad this little disciple should be.

Thinking of this, Cheng Zhaozhao couldn't help but think of her birthday when she was eight years old, and her father Cheng Zheng took her to participate in the most lively lantern festival in the city.

It was a picture that she still remembers.

"Giggles!"

The cry of a thousand miles interrupted Cheng Zhaozhao's thoughts, and the objects in front of him became clear.

The light was not very bright, but it was a small cave, and some of the humid air was mixed with a foul fishy smell.

Some choked, is it a demon beast's lair? Cheng Zhaozhao immediately looked around vigilantly.

Chisato saw him frowning, spread his wings and fluttered a few times, and a cool breeze hit.

There is an unobstructed view of the cave, and there is no demon beast. Beneath the place where she sat was a pile of hay, not far from the entrance of the cave, and a ray of sunlight shining through the vine branches and weeds hidden outside the cave hole shot at her feet, reflecting some irregular white spots.

That's right, Qingmu and Huang Xianshi!

Thinking of all the previous things, Cheng Zhaozhao hurriedly got up, and was about to go out but was stopped at the entrance of the cave by Qianli.

"Qianli, what are you doing?, where did Qingmu and the others go?" Cheng Zhaozhao picked up Qianli and turned to the entrance of the cave.

At the right time, a hand reached in, and Cheng Zhaozhao subconsciously flashed to the side.

It was Kiyoki who opened the vine man and came in. His face was a little haggard, and when he saw Cheng Zhaozhao's reaction, he said apologetically: "I scared you." I didn't expect you to recover so quickly. ”

After he reminded him like this, Cheng Zhaozhao realized that there was no pain in his body at all, and he touched his forehead again, and there was no trace of injury at all.

"I'm fine, did you heal me?"

Qingmu nodded: "It's okay, I saw that you were seriously injured yesterday, I gave you a little Yangyuan Dan to drink, it seems to be working very well." ”

Not only is it very good, but the monk's elixir is simply a panacea for mortals to bring the dead back to life.

"Yesterday...... I've been asleep for a day and a night, and what about the Yellow Immortal?"

Hearing this, Qingmu's eyes were red, and he squatted on the ground abruptly, covering his head in pain: "Master, master, he and that evil cultivator have died together!"

"What?" Cheng Zhaozhao exclaimed in astonishment.

"Giggle!" Chisato covered her eyes with her wings.

Qingmu suddenly cried bitterly: "It's all my fault, it's all my fault for my humble cultivation, I can't help my master fight the evil demons, and he is still tired of sacrificing himself to protect me......"

But it turned out that after the flying boat crashed yesterday, Qingmu was also injured, and after he recovered, he immediately settled Cheng Zhaozhao in this cave, and then flew back to the river.

It's just that I didn't expect to get there, but I saw that the demon's body was in a different place. And Huang Laodao was also hollow in his chest and abdomen, and he died of exhaustion.

Hearing this, Cheng Zhaozhao was sad.

Just by listening to Qingmu's retelling, she had already imagined the tragedy of the scene, and Qingmu, who saw that scene with her own eyes, must have been unacceptable.

"If I hadn't been so useless, I would have been the one who dealt with that swordfish, and the master wouldn't have been attacked by that demon!" Kiyoki regretted.

Like a child, Kiyoki howled and cried, pounding the ground incessantly, blood running down his hands.

Cheng Zhaozhao hurriedly stepped forward to stop: "Qingmu, Qingmu, don't do this! If Master Huang Xian knew about it, he wouldn't want to see you torture himself like this." ”

"I'm useless!"

Kiyoki was at a loss, and he was only a fifteen-year-old boy.

Such grief is heartbreaking, and Cheng Zhaozhao empathizes.

After the Lantern Festival that year, his father was gone. didn't leave a word, and I don't know what happened to the world, just like that, the world evaporated.

She searched almost day and night, asking people, crying, praying, she did everything she could, but since that year, she has been alone, alone.

She was only eight years old that year.

When her father was around, she seemed to be the happiest girl in the world, and all the wind and snow were blocked from that solid arm.

But after that, she knew that her father and mother in this world were just a barrier between life and death. Every day she lost her father, she was facing life and death.

Just when she was displaced and the most difficult, she met the kind-hearted patriarch of the Shao clan and was taken in the Shao family.

Cheng Zhaozhao let Qingmu vent alone for a long time, but it could be seen that he was getting more and more broken, and couldn't help shouting: "Since you realize your weakness, you should cheer up and become strong!

Kiyoki was stunned suddenly.

'Qingmu, this spiritual artifact was passed down to you by your master, you must take good care of it, it is a gift from your Honghe ancestor, and you can understand the mystery by yourself. ’

Huang Laodao's voice was still in his ears.

"Spirit weapon!" Kiyoki rushed out of the cave as if he had suddenly thought of something.

Cheng Zhaozhao picked up Qianli and chased him out, the sunlight outside was very dazzling, and when he got used to the light, there was still a trace of Qingmu.

Looking around, there are hillsides and trees that block the view.

If you can fly to a high place...... Thinking of this, Cheng Zhaozhao glanced down at Qianli and suddenly threw it into the air.

Chisato was frightened, flapping its wings indiscriminately, and after a parabola, it still hit the ground with a 'click'.

"Giggle!" Chisato glared at her.

Ay......

Cheng Zhaozhao, who picked up Qianli again, roughly discerned the direction and headed towards the southeast.

After about half an hour's walk, I walked through the small forest, and my vision became wider, and I saw a pile of collapsed rubble.

That's it.

Walking closer, I saw Kiyoki's figure eagerly shuttling through it.

But seeing him digging a pile of rocks with his bare hands, his hands that were still bloody were even more blurred.

Cheng Zhaozhao stepped forward quickly: "Are you looking for a spiritual weapon?"

Qingmu didn't look up: "I really deserve to die, the master entrusted me with such an important spiritual weapon, but I lost it." ”

"But isn't the spiritual weapon also contaminated with your master's aura, can't you use the aura to pull it out?" Cheng Zhaozhao looked around, there were stones everywhere......

Qingmu shook his head: "If it is an ordinary spiritual weapon, it can be perceived only with aura, but this is a spiritual weapon that conceals aura." Furthermore... If the master falls, the aura contaminated on the spiritual weapon will dissipate..."

"I'll help you!" Cheng Zhaozhao beckoned Qianli and quickly rummaged through the pile of rubble.

In fact, finding a spiritual weapon with bare hands in such a pile of rocks is tantamount to looking for a needle in a haystack, and Kiyoki, who has recovered from his grief, slapped himself on the head and began to use the Imperial Technique, and soon moved the large stone covering it to the open space.

Cheng Zhaozhao raised his head and saw the monk's great immortal power again, and couldn't help clenching his fists.

Strength, she needs that power.