The pain all over the body is gone, and there is only an unbearable itch!

He wanted to scratch it, but he couldn't muster any strength.

The body was as cold as ice for a while, and hot as fire for a while, and countless complicated feelings tortured him.

But he could feel that there was a pair of gentle hands that had been inputting internal force into himself and warming his body.

This internal force is very weak, but it is like a trickle, maintaining his last life.

He couldn't open his eyes, he could only feel, feel this warmth, this tenderness.

He was fragile, like a little child, and almost cried bitterly.

Tears slipped to the corners of his eyes, then were gently wiped away by a hand, and then gently held his face.

Then the tears were even more turbulent.

It's dark, it's dawning.

It's hot, it's cold.

These warm hands have always taken care of themselves, never stopped, never stopped, constantly inputting their internal strength, bathing themselves, and washing their faces.

Stroke every inch of your body.

At some point, I became accustomed to the presence of these hands, and when I lost them for a moment, I felt as if I had lost the whole world.

At this time, these hands are their own world.

Outside, the fragrance of flowers wafts in, there are birds singing, their voices are crisp and pleasant, and everything seems to be in the first birth.

This is the world of spring.

Fu Yan wanted to wake up, but he didn't have the strength to do so.

There is a voice that keeps telling me to be patient, to endure loneliness, to persevere, to persist in being born again.

The voice is gentle, delicate, and full of heartbreaking tenderness.

Fu Yan knew that she had taken care of herself for a long time.

He knew her hands all too well.

This voice speaks to herself every day, and although she can't hear it clearly, she still speaks.

The two got along like this, and I don't know how long it took.

On this day, the blue sky is like washing, and the red sun has not yet been born.

The whole world was amazed by this strange scene, how could there be no sun on such a sunny day?

The sky was red in the east, but the sun had not yet appeared until noon.

And at this moment, a man who had been dead for too long finally opened his eyes!

The moment he opened his eyes!

In the east, the red sun suddenly popped up!

It was a huge ball of fire, as if it was close at hand, emitting unparalleled heat.

On the top of the lonely mountain, a majestic figure's face changed drastically, and he suddenly flew out and stepped firmly on a boulder.

He looked at the red sun on the horizon, his eyes revealed an eternal horror, and he said in a trembling voice: "At noon, a real sun is about to rise! What kind of changes will he bring to the rivers and lakes?" ”

He was silent for a long time, looked at the retreating apprentice behind him, suddenly turned around, and muttered, "No! Qingcheng Mountain, it's time to go!"

He strode out, his figure suddenly stopped, and when he looked east, he saw an ethereal figure coming quickly.

His figure was like lightning, and it was already in an instant, his face was wearing a black mask, and his whole person exuded an incomparable killing intent, almost melting heaven and earth.

If Fu Yan was here, he would definitely exclaim, isn't this the earth-shattering mysterious powerhouse that appeared on the Black Lotus Demon Mountain that day?

Gu Jiujue looked at this heroic figure and said in a deep voice: "You also feel it?"

This person's eyes were extremely deep, looking at the rapidly rising red sun in the east, and said: "A real king is about to rise, he will change the pattern of the entire rivers and lakes, he is the savior!"

Gu Jiujue squinted slightly, and said, "You mean, he can break this game!"

"Yes!"

"How do you break it?"

There were two black rays in this person's eyes, and he said word by word: "Faith Bell!"

Gu Jiu said in a deep voice: "You mean, he can summon the Qinghua Sword, and he can control the Faith Bell!"

"It's not him who controls it, it's the Faith Bell that chooses him!"

"Why are you so sure?"

"Because there is no one else in the rivers and lakes except him. ”

Gu Jiujue was just about to speak, but suddenly his face changed greatly, and he suddenly turned around!

At the moment when he turned around, a desolate and ancient voice faintly came, and the voice seemed to have crossed the ages, through time and space, and resounded throughout the world.

The desolate, ancient, and ** voice spread all over the earth, making people unconsciously feel awe.

Gu Jiujue's face was complicated, he sighed deeply, and said, "The Faith Bell has finally rang!"

The faith bell above the Laojun Pavilion of Qingcheng Mountain finally rang.

This ancient bronze giant bell, I don't know how many years it has been hanging, after the wind and rain, the vicissitudes of the sun and the moon, finally ringed.

Thousands of disciples of Qingcheng Mountain knelt down like this, and said slowly: "Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable." ”

Sichuan is boiling, and the rivers and lakes are boiling.

Countless people have heard this ancient and desolate voice, the treasure of Sichuan Zhenchuan, which has not sounded for hundreds of years and no one can knock on it, and the first artifact in the southwest has finally sounded.

No one knew what this meant, only a few understood that the heavens and the earth were about to change, and an outlier was truly born.

In Dali, Yunnan, the figures of the three great shores stood side by side, looking at the far east, unable to speak.

After being silent for a long time, Ling Huqiu said slowly: "There really is such a person, brother, I really admire you." ”

The old Taoist priest stroked his beard and said with a smile: "I can't do anything else, but I still have some attainments in divination." ”

Kong Chuhe said slowly: "Apart from you, who else can calculate." ”

"And three more!"

"Which three?"

The old Taoist priest said in a deep voice: "The one on the lonely mountain, the one who realized the Void Thirteen Slashes, and the old man with low martial arts, but he is already dead. ”

Linghuqiu said: "Will this affect him?"

The old Taoist priest sighed: "At this time, we can't help!

In the Qishi Mansion, a majestic figure wearing a bronze mask sat firmly on a chair and said in a deep voice: "The faith bell has ringed, you go over there to have a look, remember, don't do anything with Qingcheng Mountain." ”

Yin Zun bowed slightly, and said slowly: "Mansion Master, Qingcheng Mountain, it's time to clean up." ”

The man was silent for a moment, and said lightly: "Qingcheng Mountain, it's not that simple, impulsive, you will suffer." ”

"Yes. ”

"However, it's time for the Great Wind Hall to move, and it must speed up the completion of the plan. ”

"Yes!"

Fu Yan opened his eyes, and what caught his eyes was a burning red sun.

He couldn't feel the presence of his body, his muscles had long been numb, his blood was not smooth, and this time, he was almost dead and alive.

He tried to speak, coughed dryly, and finally cleared his throat, and roared, "Is anyone there?"

His voice had changed, no longer as bright as before, no longer as clear as before, but extremely hoarse.

"Ahh

She looked at Fu Yan's bright eyes, suddenly stopped, covered her mouth, couldn't cry, and even her body trembled suddenly.

She bent over, tears dripping down her face, and she kept whimpering, and no one could understand her feelings.

Except for Fu Remnant.

No one can understand her suffering in the past few months, except for Fu Remnant.

Her face is delicate, her skin is like a flower, and she is the best age of her life.

Fu Yan knew that her surname was Wu, and she was a heroine who helped the fishing village repel the bandits.

Fu Yan had seen her before, she was very beautiful, and she was very familiar.

No wonder Dao Ye told her that he would come back, this old Wang Ba, he had calculated everything, but he was tight-lipped.

Fu Yan looked at her, looking at this familiar scene.

He finally remembered.

I thought of Miss Wu and who she was.

Her name is Wu Xiaocuo, and more than three years ago, she was severely poisoned and seriously injured, and fell at the entrance of the village at the foot of the lonely mountain.

It was she who saved herself and took care of herself until she woke up.

After she left ruthlessly, she also left.

She has been wandering the rivers and lakes for more than three years, and her martial arts have reached a dark realm.

Fate is so coincidental, as if it was destined in the dark, it made history repeat itself.

She came crying, grabbing Fu Yan's hand with her white hand, as if to melt into his palm.

Her hands are not very delicate, even a little rough, she grew up in a farmhouse, she has been doing farm work since she was a child, and she has taken care of herself for a few months, of course she is not very delicate.

But, it's gentle, it's warm.

Fu Yan looked at her crying silently, and wanted to pinch her hand, but he couldn't exert his strength.

I wanted to smile at her, but I couldn't.

He could only hoarse his voice and said slowly: "Little mistake." ”

Hearing the word Xiao Mistake, her figure trembled violently, and she suddenly raised her head and looked at Fu Yan with an incredulous expression.

Fu Yan said slowly: "I remember, I think of you." ”

"Wow!" Wu Xiaocuo burst into tears instantly, lying on the bed, his body trembling constantly.

I don't know how long she cried, she finally raised her head, carefully took out a bag from her arms, and said in a low voice: "This is left by the senior of the Dao Chief, he said, wait for you when we meet next time, I think it should be this time." ”

Damn! What I hate most about this old man is that he seems to know everything.

He said slowly: "I can't move, you help me open it and show me." ”

"Hmm. ”

Wu Xiaocuo opened the bag, took out the white paper, and opened it slowly.

Fu Yan's pupils constricted, and he saw that there was no specific content on the yellowish white paper, only one name.

Familiar name.

They are: Chu Luo'er, Gu Jing, He Wenyue, Zhu You, Qingge, Luo Xi.

Fu Yan's eyes were a little moist, and he sighed in his heart, Dao Ye still understands Lao Tzu!

He slowly closed his eyes, and a line of tears could not help but flow.

His soul floated into the sky, through the world, and saw the scenes of the two lives, as if they had come over again.

All of this gave him the hope of rebirth.

He must not fail them!

However, what the hell does Dao Ye mean by writing Qingge on?

Thinking of this, he suddenly thought of Qingge's tearful eyes at the foot of the Black Lotus Demon Mountain, and the tenderness in them could melt almost everything in the world.

"You ......"

The voice of Xiao Wrong came, Fu Yan slowly opened his eyes, and said, "How old are you?"

"Huh?"

"How old are you?"

"Twenty, twenty. ”

"I'm twenty-three, just call Brother Fu. ”

Xiao Cuo's face was flushed, and he said in a low voice: "Brother Fu, I have almost heard the name on that piece of paper......"

"Oh? ”

"Luo Xi is the second lady of the Luo family, Master Qingge is the abbot of the Hanging Mi Temple, it is said that the eight immortals of the Qishi Mansion He Xiangu are called He Wenyue, Gu Jing is the genius of the Ten Thousand Poisons Villa, Zhu You is the first genius of the Yanshan Sword Sect, only Chu Luo'er, I don't know. ”

Fu Yan said lightly: "Soon, you will know her, and she will amaze the rivers and lakes." ”

Xiao Cuo bowed his head and said: "I, I was not born well, and I am not as good-looking as them, and I am not as good as them......"

"What do you want to say?"

"I, I think, I hope that my name is on that blank piece of paper. ”

Fu Yan was not surprised, and did not even hesitate, and said directly: "You are already on it." ”

"Nope!"

Fu Yan said: "Those names are in my heart. And you. ”