When the meridians are broken, the dantian is broken.

When the left leg is broken, the right arm is shattered.

When the ribs are broken, the whole body hurts severely.

The body is broken, the heaven and the earth are like a swamp, there is no one around, and the world is vast.

The soul rises to the sky, leans down and forgets, the ground is green, the giant trees are shaking, and countless humble souls look down from the cliff, crowded with people.

There was wind in the sky, it was cold to the bone, and Fu was constantly shaking, and he didn't know where he was.

It seems like a moment has passed, as if it has been a thousand years.

The stars float in the sky, the Milky Way falls, countless lives are born, and countless lives fall.

The nebula moves, and the universe is silent.

Red walls and green grass, iron bars and low bars, this place is still so familiar.

Dozens of children on the lawn sang and chased, all with pure smiles on their faces.

This is the place where he lived when he was a child, the Beihai Orphanage, and in that corner, the black-faced child who silently watched his friends laugh is himself.

Time flies, wind and rain, and a few years have passed.

I still had the same expression, silent, looking at everything in front of me.

That kind of happiness doesn't seem to belong to you.

A middle-aged man in a long robe came, got out of the car, carrying a long sword on his back, and was dressed out of place in the environment.

From the moment he walked in, the black-faced child looked at him like this, and there seemed to be a glint in his eyes.

The old man came here under the leadership of the dean and others, and when he saw the children chasing on the lawn, he kept shaking his head and sighing.

Soon, he found the black-faced boy squatting in the corner, with a golden light in his eyes, and said in surprise: "The bones are clear, the pupils are light, this is the talent of heaven!"

So, he left with the black-faced boy.

As soon as the picture changed, it was already a Qingshan temple view, the black-faced boy was expressionless, holding a long sword in his hand, constantly flying stabs, and his posture was old-fashioned.

The man in the long shirt showed admiration in his eyes, but his mouth kept roaring: "Not fast enough!

The black-faced boy was sweating profusely and trembling all over, stabbing sword after sword.

The picture changed again, and in the house, the little boy knelt on the ground, not daring to speak.

The man in the long robe sighed: "From today onwards, you will be called Fu Remnant! You were born with a broken dantian and cannot cultivate internal strength, I have no hope for you." ”

He spoke and left disappointed.

The little boy slowly raised his head, looked at the long sword on the table, was silent for a long time, suddenly stood up, picked up the long sword and rushed out of the door.

Since you can't cultivate your internal strength, you can practice your moves!

Even if I can't be a generation powerhouse, I must be a sword master!

So the black-faced boy began to practice his sword, practicing his sword frantically! He didn't look at the sword book, didn't ask his master, and was not afraid of wind and rain, day and night.

On the top of the mountain, in the deep valley, in the bedroom, in the martial field.

Others practice swords, he practices swords. Others rest, he practiced swords. When others gathered, he practiced his sword.

As a result, time is like a shuttle, the sun and the moon are like arrows, and more than ten years later, it is already a sea of vicissitudes.

The black-faced boy stabbed out with a sword, the light flashed in his eyes, time changed his appearance, his face was like a knife, his body was like an axe and a chisel, and the whole person exuded unparalleled heroism and edge.

His swordsmanship has become a family, and he has surpassed the entire sect.

But he still has no internal strength.

Everyone looked at him with disdain and contempt!

Although, with his moves, he can already defeat these people. But his potential is gone.

Because he has no internal strength, he cannot enter the more mysterious world.

The master finally found him and said slowly: "Fu Yan, go down the mountain! Instead of being angry here, it is better to enter the world and live your own life." ”

He sighed, with a rare show of love in his eyes, and said, "Master is sorry for you, you don't have the ability to repair your dantian." Otherwise, with your perseverance, you will grow to a height that no one has been able to look up to. ”

The black-faced boy had no expression and did not speak, but fell to his knees and slammed his head down.

Although he didn't speak, he knew that the person in front of him was still good to him after all!

The master sighed deeply and said, "Let's go! ”

The black-faced boy was silent for a long time, knocked his head three times, and just left.

He didn't bring anything with him, except for the sword!

Because he can do nothing, but not without a sword.

The sea of people is small, the world is so vast, he did not choose to live, but chose to wander.

He joined a mercenary organization and survived with excellent swordsmanship and amazing perseverance, he studied the art of stealth killing, fighting techniques, various equipment poisons, and survival training.

He stepped through the corpse and was reborn from the blood.

Fu Yan floated in the sky, ignoring the wind and rain, and just looked at "his own" life.

Then, the most crucial night finally arrived!

The sky is full of stars, and the white moon is bright.

Under the white moon was the pitch-black water, the desert island was silent, and a flame suddenly burst open.

The entire desert island turned into a sea of fire, a thunderclap flashed, and everything seemed to start again.

In the chaos, some people whispered, some people suffered, some people laughed, and some people left silently.

In the dark, reincarnation is destined.

Fu Remnant's soul watched his "soul" float up, through layers of time and space, to the Ming Dynasty, and into Chu Remnant's body.

A weak body just stood up.

He walked out slowly, looking at this world of birds and flowers, his eyes were confused.

Then, the screen turned and turned to the door of the Chu Family Dart Bureau.

Chu Ying was confronting Lin Fangyue, and they were still as they remembered.

Of course, in addition to them, there are many dart masters.

Also, Chu Luo'er.

She stood in the crowd, a military uniform outlining a plump and elegant figure, and the whole posture was heroic and cool, like eternal ice.

Fu Yan's soul trembled, and he floated down frantically, wanting to hug her.

But he was formless and incorporeal, how could he possibly touch her?

He stood in front of Chu Luo'er, looking at the familiar face, and for a while burst into tears, almost crying.

Chu Luo'er frowned slightly, and her face was a little stiff, as if she sensed something.

When Fu Yan saw her appearance, his heart seemed to be broken.

When they die, they die, but they will be left to suffer in the world!

I can't die!

Fu Yan let out a low roar and ran forward frantically!

As soon as he ran, it was as if he had traveled through time and space, and the previous scenes appeared in his eyes.

The heroes are exhausted, the Lin family is forced to kiss, the blood washes the remnant sword, the river is hidden in the mountains, the forest saves people, and the wood is a knife of life and death. Then the Luo family met He Wenyue for the first time, the strong came out, the earth-shattering battle, Shen Baizhong came out, and then Kong Chuhe and Mu Yidao marched side by side to stabilize the audience.

Then Chu Luoer was arrested and rushed to the Lonely Mountain, the Demon King came out of the mountain, and the two separated.

The demons in the heart are born suddenly, the murder is contained, the poison is highly poisoned, and it has been dormant for two years.

The soul keeps running forward, and the picture gets faster and faster.

Dao Ye sat under the fence, Gu Jing walked with a smile, and rushed all the way to Wushan Town, where he met Zhu You for the first time.

Then someone from Qishi Mansion came, and Gu Jing exchanged blood for his life.

The wind chimes jingle the bells, engraved on them when to ask the moon, and then rushed to Wucheng, the battle heroes, and then the Ten Thousand Poison Villa, the Demon Lord Our Lady appeared, which made the fox hill a shocking knife.

Then he rescued Zhu You, fought against strange beasts, had a cold poison attack, won the Azure Grand Competition, killed two birds with one stone, and all poisons were removed.

Scenes of the past happened in front of his eyes, and Fu Yan suddenly poured out an indescribable special feeling.

He kept running forward, countless episodes floating on both sides, getting closer and closer to his own death.

Mrs. Chengnan died, went to Qingshan Village, went to Longxiang Villa, parted with Zhu You, and cut her hair and promised.

Then he met Qingge, Dugu Xiong, Che Feiyuan, bravely entered the Hanging Mi Temple, and the gloomy dust appeared, killing the king of Chujiang.

Goodbye Gu Jing, goodbye Mu Yidao.

The picture changes again, the tomb of Qin Shi Huang is a sword and a mound, absorbing evil energy, and surrendering to the peerless killing sword.

Seeing Zhu You's two palms for himself at the moment, Fu Yan was almost in pain and couldn't breathe.

At that time, he was covered up by hatred, and he couldn't understand the pain in Zhu You's heart.

Now that his soul was floating in the air, looking at all this like an outsider, he realized that Zhu You's eyes were so desperate and so sad.

The loss of a child was completely unbearable for her.

There was no life in her eyes, only a dead silence!

I can't die!

Fu Yan's soul ran forward frantically, he didn't know what state he was in now, he just wanted to run and escape from the state of his soul.

He wants to wake up!

Be sure to wake up!

Zhu You has lost her child, and she can't lose her husband anymore!

He ran, looking at familiar images.

Kong Chuhe made a bet with Yin Zun to kill the green dragon himself.

In the forest hut, he hadn't woken up yet, He Wenyue wiped his body for himself and boiled a small porridge.

Her body was cold, there was no hesitation in her eyes, she took off her clothes, naked, hugged herself tightly, and warmed herself with her body.

Fu Yan almost cried out loud, fool, you have paid so much, why did you never say it to me?

Fu Yan didn't know that He Wenyue had done such a thing, he passed out in a coma and didn't know anything.

Night after night, she kept warming herself with her body.

Fu gritted his teeth, couldn't bear to look at it anymore, ran forward, was rescued by Qingge, and rushed to Hangzhou, in Wangyue Xuan, he was drunk, and hugged Luo Xi.

She pushed her away, fell to the ground, and then she came back, picked herself up, and carried her back to her room.

Then he touched his face, and for a moment, two lines of tears had already flowed.

The black-faced Magic Mountain, the world-shattering battle, Kongchuhe and Xiaoerji fought on the mountainside, and other masters fought under the mountain.

Desperately save Qingge and block the deadly sword!

Then, Qingge actually looked at it!

Why did she pretend not to see it, if it weren't for the soul looking at it now, she still wouldn't know that she saw herself at that time.

Her eyes are not the usual indifference, but the tenderness that is deep to the bone marrow.

She cried.

Qingge cried.

When she hugged Luo Xi and kissed her, she looked at her from behind, with a heartbreaking tenderness in her eyes.

Qingge! she ......

Fu Yan couldn't think about it, he just wanted to run hard, he just wanted to wake up!

The past is like smoke, there is nowhere to mourn, he looked at everything again, only to find that there are so many people worthy of his cherishment.

Their own death is unacceptable to them!

He must live!

He ran wildly and ran to the mountain, where stood a beautiful figure, He Wenyue, his wife.

Qingsong is the matchmaker, the bright moon is the hall, and the three bows are completed, and then she gives the most precious thing to herself.

Fu Yan ran forward frantically and ran to the Lonely Mountain, where there was a woman sitting quietly on the cliff with a blank look in her eyes.

It's Chu Luo'er, she's ...... Her hair is all white!

Why?

She sat down on the cold stone, stroked her cheek slowly, and muttered, "Who likes a monster? ”

As she spoke, her face darkened.

"No, no matter what you become, I won't dislike you!

Fu Yan roared wildly, but he was just a soul, and he had nothing but thoughts.

He gritted his teeth!

He's running like crazy!

He swore that he would wake up!

He swore he couldn't just leave!

Finally, he came to the cliff!

Among the countless people in the rivers and lakes, they rushed into their bodies and fell from the cliff fiercely.

The pain pierced my heart and came again.

His last thought was: never die!