Qian Duoduo nervously stretched out his hand and stuck it on the spirit stone, running his mind and staring intently at the reaction of the spirit stone.

One breath... Two breaths... Three breaths passed, the spirit stone was still crystal clear and unresponsive, and the expected black-and-white brilliance scene did not appear, and even the lightest red could not 'emerge'. Fine beads of sweat began to ooze from Qian Duoduo's forehead, sliding down his cheeks and shattering on the marble floor, shattering the big dream in his heart!

"I was..... I really can't practice......" he muttered to himself, never losing his soul.

"There is a lot of money, but there is no spiritual root! ”

It wasn't until the voice of the disciple in Tsing Yi sounded that Qian Duoduo let go of his hand with a pale face and walked off the high platform step by step.

When Qian Duoduo walked through the first place in the center, Qi Si opened his eyes again, looked at Qian Duoduo who had lost his soul and said, "Are you willing to enter my Snow Mountain and become a miscellaneous disciple of the Medicine Garden?"

Those teenagers and girls who were not qualified for the test were in an uproar, and their looks of envy and jealousy were cast on Qian Duoduo.

Qian Duoduo suddenly stopped, and his dim eyes began to glow. When you enter the snowy mountain, you still have hope!

He turned around and saw that it was a middle-aged man in white who was speaking, with a medium face and a thin face, with very broad shoulders, he frowned, looked at himself deeply, and seemed to be looking into the distance.

"Really... Is it okay?" Qian Duoduo whispered, with a look of hope on his face that could not be concealed.

Qi Si nodded slightly.

"I do!

Qian Duoduo was overjoyed, and bowed and bowed.

"Put him in the register of the sect. Qi Si said lightly, and then began to close his eyes and recuperate. The white-clothed disciple next to him moved when he heard the sound, and came to Qian Duoduo in one step.

"Name and age?"

"A lot of money. Eight years old"

"Where did it come from?"

"Mobei Village. ”

"Two days later, I waited here. ”

It was a very short and cold conversation, and neither side said a word more. After asking, the white-clothed disciple returned to Qi Si's side.

Qian Duoduo looked at the first seat, and Chao Chengdao, who had suddenly become a genius boy, was talking and laughing with the white-clothed disciple just now. As if sensing his gaze, he looked at Chengdao, his sword eyebrows raised, condescending.

......

......

On the dilapidated eaves of Fuqin Building, Nan Yiming stands straight. He looked into the distance, his thick brows slightly raised, and a look of hesitation appeared on his face, which was finally replaced by a touch of fierceness.

"Presumably, Huainan County's recruitment ceremony has begun, you may ...... It's time to die, too. Nan Yiming muttered to himself, and then used his body to go towards Mobei Village.

When he was approaching Mobei Village, he stopped, his face was full of surprise, and said, "There are people who are the first to get there!"

In the orange night, a group of people dressed in dark clothes and gray pointed hats broke into the east and west villages, and a bloody massacre followed, and the screams of those villagers were heard from time to time, and they held swords and guns, and did not perform a single spell. It was to kill those villagers with a sword and a shot, and this massacre was at the foot of Snow Sword Mountain, a battle without the slightest fluctuation of aura.

Nan Yiming only dared to hide from a distance and watch, watching this group of people kill all the people in the village, even the infant baby.

There was a rare look of anger on his face as they killed the babies, and his eyes were full of resentment. He thought about his background...... The only surviving baby in a massacre, but it was the evil ancestor who saved him.

Nan Yiming resisted the urge to make a move several times, because he felt the aura of danger in those red-faced people wearing pointed hats, and he didn't even dare to get any closer.

He watched as the dark-clad men searched the village for a long time, and finally quietly retreated under the leadership of the red-faced one. Nan Yiming didn't dare to stay for long, and rushed back to the Fog Shadow Gate.

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......

Qian Duoduo returned almost all the way back with Xinghui, and although it was confirmed that he had no cultivation qualifications, he would not be discouraged. He was also mixed with the identity of a miscellaneous disciple, thinking that he could inform his grandfather of his news in time, he was very happy.

Passing by the Rhine outside the village, he was about to squat down to wash his face, but he was stunned to find that the river water he was holding was as red as blood, gurgling and flowing.

His complexion changed suddenly, and he ran to the village screaming.

The door plaque of Mobei Village was shattered in the dirt, but there was a terrible scene of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

The corpses of those villagers fell in a pool of blood, with frightened expressions on their faces, the tears of those children dried up on their little faces of fear and pain, Qian Duoduo's eyes suddenly reddened, his fists clenched, and he rushed in as if he was crazy!

He saw Li Erniang lying in the bun shop, looking at the roof with huge eyes, and the buns all over the ground bloomed a blood-red rose around her.

In the blacksmith shop, Uncle Tian's sword was inserted into his heart, inserted into the bodies of those ordinary villagers, taking away their beautiful lives, and also inserted into Qian Duoduo's heart, he only felt that the sky was dark, and a convulsive pain pierced his nerves, and tears burst out.

"Why... Why..."

Qian Duoduo muttered to himself numbly.

Qian Duoduo was scared and confused, and finally came to the door of his grandfather's house with heavy steps, and he pushed the door open with trembling hands, as if opening the farthest distance in the world.

The snow iron tree stood tall in the corner of the courtyard, and Chen Erye held the silver-white sword and poured it into the iron flower on the ground, the blood stained the chest cavity red, and the petals of the snow iron tree on the ground were stained red, which looked extremely dazzling, and Chen Erye's eyes looked at the door, like a child waiting to return home.

"Grandpa!!"

A shout, sobbing and flowing!

Qian Duoduo staggered over and fell heavily to his knees.

He held Second Master Chen in his arms with trembling hands, shouting in pain and shaking...... The body that was already cold, for a moment, he only felt that his heart was like a knife, and all thoughts were lost.

He couldn't believe that the old man who had been shielding him from the wind and rain had died in front of his eyes! Two lines of blood and tears flowed silently from his eyes, and his lips were cracked, and he was sobbing silently.

The petals of the Snow Iron Tree fluttered in the air like a snow-white and pure rain.

Qian Duoduo gently wiped the blood from his grandfather's cheeks, looking at his heart and dantian pierced by the flying sword, looking at those terrifying wounds, he couldn't imagine how much pain his grandfather had endured! His little face had already turned red, his anger was surging in his chest like a dragon, his eyes were bloodshot, his forehead was bruised, and his whole body was full of anger and hatred, and he was about to suffocate! He was like a fierce beast that wanted to choose a person to devour! The copper coin pendant felt his mood fluctuations and vibrated in his chest!

"Ah!!h!!h

"Why !!"

"Why !!"

The terrible roar resounded through the courtyard over and over again, and it could not be exhausted to vent the grief and anger, hatred and remorse in his heart.

He hated why he had to leave the village and failed to protect his grandfather, he hated those ruthless butchers, hated them for taking his grandfather's life and slaughtering the real Mobei Village.

"Someday...... I'll kill you all!"

Qian Duoduo picked up his grandfather's body and was about to walk out, but found a line of blood under him: "Duoduo...... Grandpa can't protect you in the future, you must... Live well."

Looking at Qian Duoduo's body trembling like a sieve, tears flowed silently down his cheeks again, and there were bursts of throbbing pain in his chest, that kind of pain...... It hurts so much that it suffocates.

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How many silent tears can dissolve the bitter grief and longing? Those hoarse cries, but what wakes up is the intoxicating memory, when the picture freezes, whose eyes can you look at, looking for strength......

......

He gently stroked the old man's cheek, and then hugged and hugged tightly.

This precious person in life!

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I don't know how long it took, Wang Twelve stood in front of him and said in a low voice, "One day, I will kill all those beasts!"

Qian Duoduo raised his head, saw a white coat, and saw a tearful face.