Snowflakes fluttered in the air, the vast earth was shrouded in a layer of white snow, and the detached geese fluttered their wings and flew towards Nanshan. There was silence between heaven and earth, and under the vast dome of Mobei, only the cheerful little song hummed softly by the cardamom girl remained.

"Ruyin, you should be careful. The middle-aged man in civilian clothes looked at the lively girl in front of him with a helpless face.

"I'm verbose, Dad~ How old am I?" the girl suddenly turned around and made a funny grimace.

It was a twelve or thirteen-year-old girl, wearing a sky-blue Luo skirt, and her little face with pink carvings and jade made a quirky expression, but she couldn't hide her natural beauty. The fair-skinned and pink face was slightly red by the cold wind, and the falling snow fell on her black hair, like a pear blossom quietly blooming on a rainy night in the south of the Yangtze River, beautiful and lively.

"Dad, look at the grass house in front of you" Before the words fell, the girl hurriedly ran forward, the blue skirt danced with the wind, and the girl had turned into a blue butterfly flying on the snow.

Blue is her favorite color, it is both the color of the sky and the color of the sea. Lan is also her surname, and her name is Lan Ruyin.

With an exclamation, Lan Ruyin was so frightened that she took a step back. The middle-aged man in plainclothes was like electricity, as fast as the wind, and quietly stopped in front of the girl. The distance of a few feet was in the blink of an eye, and there was not even a trace of footsteps on the snow. The speed of the body is incredible.

I saw a beautiful woman lying at the head of the bed in the house, a blue long sword in her abdomen came out of her body, and on the ground, the blood stains dried up, and she thought that she had been dead for a long time. Seeing such a tragic situation, the middle-aged man couldn't help but sigh secretly.

The man's ears were excellent, and he immediately noticed that there seemed to be a faint breathing sound in the room, and hurriedly rushed forward. I saw that under the woman, the boy with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes had a pale face, and the blood on the edge of his lips had not dried, but he still had a breath left.

The man held the child's pulse, and listened to the pulse, as calm as him, but he couldn't help frowning.

The chaos of this child's pulse was really unexpected, and within his small body, there was a pure and fierce true qi rushing back and forth, which was definitely not something that a child at this age could obtain by his own practice.

If it is said that it is transmitted by others, it is not unusual, and throughout the ages, it is also common to transfer one's own internal force to others. But this only happens between cultivators who have a certain foundation of cultivation. It's strange here, the kid in front of him, don't say that he has a foundation for cultivation, but he can't even explore the dantian qi sea.

In such a situation, it is like being destroyed by others with the true power of the inner family, who is so vicious and vicious to such a young child?

Losing the dantian savings, the real power in the body collided everywhere, and the internal organs were seriously injured. Looking at the bruises on the ground, I am afraid that this child has maintained this state for a long time. If you are an ordinary person, if you are injured like this, you may have died in an instant due to the encouragement of real power and the destruction of all internal organs.

This kid has been able to support him for so long, and his strength and talent are really extraordinary. It's a pity that the dantian qi sea was destroyed by the traitor, and Yu Xiuzhen is afraid that it won't work anymore, and it's a pity that he has such a good piece of jade.

After finding out the situation, the man did not hesitate, and took out a brown pill bottle from his bosom, poured out all the pills in the bottle, and counted them carefully, about seventeen or eighteen grains, all of which were placed in the boy's mouth.

After a long time, Lan Ruyin, who was stunned by the side, came back to her senses. Seeing his father's posture of taking medicine, I couldn't help but be secretly surprised.

The "Kunlun Great Returning Pill" in my father's hand is made from the most difficult to find Tianshan Snow Lotus on Kunlun Mountain, supplemented by several other precious medicinal materials, which is not easy to refine, and it can be said that it has a miraculous effect on the treatment of internal injuries. Looking at the entire cultivation world, it is also well-known, and it is actually one of the elixirs of the Qionghua Sect.

As the eldest disciple of Xuan Jing Zhenren, the head of Qionghua, my father leads the qi refining practice of the entire Qionghua faction, and he only gets more than 20 grains of this "Kunlun Great Returning Pill" in a year. Overnight, I gave it all to the boy I didn't know before, what kind of stroke is this?

The man seemed to expect what Lan Ruyin was thinking, and his right hand was used to comb the messy true qi in the boy's body, and he didn't raise his head: "Although the Kunlun Great Returning Pill is precious, it has a way to refine it after all." But if this human life is missed, there is no room for saving. This boy has to meet you and me at the dying moment, it is the will of God, how can there be any reason not to save it?"

Lan Ruyin was already smart, and after being ordered by her father, she immediately didn't bother with the matter of the pill. also stepped forward to help his father support the dying Li Canglan.

Kunlun Da Huan Dan is worthy of the reputation of Qionghua's treasure, with the support of the man's strong internal force, Rao is Li Canglan was seriously injured and dying, but he was able to slowly wake up.

Looking at the beautiful girl of the same age in front of him and the middle-aged man who looked ordinary but had a detached bearing, Li Canglan asked blankly, "Who are you?"

Before Lan Ruyin and the others could respond, Li Canglan glanced at it, but it was as if he had lost his mind and gone crazy, and he crawled out of bed and crawled in front of Liu Lingyu's body.

The meridians around his body were painful and cracking, and his internal organs were like fire, but Li Canglan seemed to be unable to feel it, looking at Liu Lingyu's corpse and shedding tears.

The mother held the sword in both hands, and actually committed suicide with the sword.

watched his father's death fall under the thunder, and now his mother's body is placed horizontally in front of him. How could they be so ruthless? Leave themselves alone in this world.

He wanted to get up, drew his sword and killed himself, and went with his parents, but this heart-rending pain. But Lan Ruyin saw that the situation was not right, and her eyes were quick, so she snatched the sword first and put it aside.

The movement was gentle, and Li Canglan, who slowly picked up the sword and fell to the ground, said softly: "Don't disturb her, don't do stupid things." Live well, she must want to see you well, right?"

Li Canglan hid his face and cried bitterly, crying silently.

Blood, sweat and tears, this is what his father taught him, Li Canglan cried in Lan Ruyin's arms for a while, he had no intention of dying, and staggered up to bury Liu Lingyu's body. Lan Ruyin wanted to help, but was politely rejected by Li Canglan.

Li Canglan carried Liu Lingyu's body alone, carried a sword, and struggled out of the house step by step.

With each step, it was as if he was about to fall, and from time to time a trace of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth. Lan Ruyin looked at the anxious jumping feet from behind, although the middle-aged man looked as usual, his eyes couldn't help but show a little appreciation.

After all, she couldn't resist the stubborn girl, Lan Ruyin didn't care if she would stain her favorite blue Luo skirt, leaned down, and dug up the soil with Li Canglan. In the end, the two worked together to bury Liu Lingyu's body in the courtyard, next to the plane tree where Li Hetu used to stand.

At this time, the sky was getting dark, and the snow was falling on the shoulders of the two young men, and the hair bun was full of snow, like white heads.