Feng Feisha touched its still warm head and said.

"Nuan Nuan is good, now the master can't blow it for you. You'd better bear with it for a while. Waiting for the master to find you a fire vein so that you can cultivate well. ”

Just then, a high-pitched hissing sound was heard from outside the city. Jiang Sen listened to the excitement and chatter in the voice, sighed, struggled to stand up, and went to help Feng Feisha next to him.

"Hey. There wasn't even time to rest. ”

Feng Feisha complained and stood up, while not forgetting to put Nuan Nuan into his sleeve.

"Let's go, let's go! There's still a Spirit Gathering Circle in the car, so let's recover. I barely have any mana right now, and I feel like my body is being hollowed out. ”

Feng Feisha pointed to the two people on the ground and said, "I don't have any mana, what should the two of them do, if they burn half and lose their mana, how embarrassing." ”

After Jiang Sen made up the scene in an instant, he also agreed: "It's not just embarrassing, it's just evil!"

"What should I do?"

Feng Feisha asked again.

"Use the talisman!"

Jiang Sen said, taking out a handful of talismans. Pick out the suitable fire system Dao talismans, and merge the maple diagram and maple flying together, and hit the talismans on them one by one.

Finally, Jiang Sen and Feng Feisha looked at the two on the ground for a while, and then activated the spell on the talisman together.

"Whew"

The firelight rose, and Jiang Sen and Feng Feisha turned around and walked out of the city. They had to be rerouted into the city, and the wagons of this battlefield could not pass.

Out of the north gate, Jiang Sen and Feng Feisha couldn't help but look back and open again, maybe no one would enter the city from here in the future.

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Xuanbai flashed the big flag, and suddenly the scenery in front of him changed. It was white, and he couldn't see anything clearly, and Feng Zhiqiu, who had stepped in first, also lost his figure. Xuan Bai immediately stopped, and then looked back, where was the street when he came.

At this time, Xuanbai stood alone in a vast white space, unable to tell where it was, just like standing in a snowy field.

Xuanbai groped his way and took a step forward.

"Squeak"

As soon as I felt like snow, I really stepped into the snow when I took this step.

Xuan Bai naturally remembered the other party, and he was even more careful in his heart. He crossed the bridge with both hands, his head bloomed with light, and he shouted "solution".

However, the world in front of me has not changed, the footprints left in the snow have not disappeared, the streets have not appeared, and nothing can be heard except for the sound of "creaking" and "creaking" stepping on the snow.

At that moment, snow began to fall in the sky. Xuan Bai looked at the big snowflakes like cotton falling from the sky, very much like the village where he lived when he was a child.

Thinking like this, a few huts really appeared in the front room, and Xuan Bai suddenly stopped, because he recognized that it was really the village when he lived with his father and mother when he was a child, and the house at the entrance of the village was their home.

If you think about it, you will get something?

Xuan Bai is still sensible, he has realized that he is still in the other party's illusion, but he doesn't know why he clears his light and protects his body, and casts a spell to crack it, but he is still in this illusion.

Maybe it's to take another look at those old things and remember those old things. The ghost sent the gods, and Xuan Bai walked step by step towards the only place with temperature in his memory.

He walked step by step, until he saw the straight smoke of the cooking stove on the hut. Xuanbai hesitated, expectant, and denied. Eventually, he walked towards the room step by step.

He came to the door, his hands trembling, stroking the cracked bluestone slab in the doorway, stroking the notches he had left on the door panel as a child.

His hand was on the door, and he just pulled it open and went home.

But. Isn't home long gone?

He just felt that something had been stuck in his throat, and he couldn't breathe.

Suddenly, Xuan Bai seemed to have made up his mind, he slammed the door open and walked in.

There was no one in the house, Xuan Bai hurriedly ran into the bedroom, but there was still no one. However, there is a temperature in the house. Xuan Bai stepped into the kitchen, the fire was burning in the stove, the pot was gurgling, and the air was full of the fragrance of the countless suns and moons he had missed.

Where are you? Let me see you again!

And one more place!

Xuanbai pushed open the back door and saw a woman sitting sadly by a well in the courtyard.

"Mother!"

Xuanbai shouted happily, rushed to her, and knelt down with a "plop".

"Smack!"

A slap landed on Xuanbai's face.

"Why, why can such a young child be like this, why can't he escape this abominable blood......?

Feng Ping held Bai's shoulders with both hands, leaned back, and looked at her child carefully, her eyes full of love and pain, pity and struggle. That look was the look that Bai recalled countless times, even if he suddenly forgot his mother's name in a certain night, in a dream, his mother's face could still appear clearly. Tears poured out of Feng Ping's eyes, and she hugged Bai into her arms again, crying bitterly.

Xuan Bai felt that his face was hot, and the snowflakes in the sky fell and fell on his face. He couldn't remember if it snowed that day, but the embrace was still so familiar.

"Bai! Ping!" A shout seemed to be far away, Xuanbai turned around, only to see a white shadow and two ups and downs to his side, and grabbed him. "Hey, son, look what I've got for you. Xuan Fei shook a mouse in his hand.

Xuanbai took the mouse into his hand, and the mouse in Xuanbai's hand immediately stopped struggling in Xuanfei's hand just now. began to sniff around Xuanbai's hand, looking up at Xuanbai's touched little face from time to time.

"Father!" Xuan Bai muttered

"Son, who hit you in the face. Xuan Fei suddenly saw the red mark on Xuan Bai's face.

"I showed my mother one of my spells, and when she saw that the spell I was using was too weak, she hit me, and she said you would teach me more powerful spells, wouldn't you?"

Memories of his childhood surged out instantly, surging in Xuanbai's mind, and he unconsciously said the answer he had when he was a child.

"Can you use spells?" Xuan Fei's handsome smile instantly turned serious, he looked at Feng Ping, "You taught it?" His eyes were full of reproach and inquiry.

"How could I teach him, it's not your damn bloodline. ”

Xuan Fei was shocked, and Xuan Bai felt his father's abnormality, "Father, what is the damn bloodline, do you mean that we can't learn spells well? Don't be angry, I will definitely try my best to learn spells with you." ”

"Why did you promise him. Xuan Fei asked Feng Ping a little angrily.

"We must tell him the truth, and if he fails to use your family's power correctly and goes astray, our concealment today will be the culprit of his misfortune in the future. ”

"Okay! In the future, Bai will cultivate with his father!" Xuan Bai was silent for a while, and finally made up his mind. As he spoke, he stretched out his fist in front of Bai, Bai looked at his father's fist, thinking that he would be able to cultivate with his father in the future, and his whole body was full of strength.

"Yes!" a small fist smashed into a large fist.

Can I cultivate with my father again? Xuan Bai thought excitedly, completely ignoring why there was a "again" word in his thoughts.

He excitedly followed Xuan Fei every day to go out early and return late, practiced hard, listened carefully to his father's patient explanation of the truth for him, and analyzed the spell, his heart was very calm and satisfied. He had forgotten how many days and nights he had been torn apart by loneliness and longing, as if it were just a nightmare he could not remember one night, and now the life with his parents every day was real.

Soon, one night, Xuanbai fell ill. He was lying on the bed weakly, he had a high fever, and even his vision was a little blurred at this time.

"It's all you, such a young child, how can you let him do such an intense cultivation. Feng Ping complained to Xuan Fei while changing the wet hand towel on Bai's head. "Look what he's burning. ”

"Don't worry, I'll just go out and get him some fruit to eat. Xuan Fei finished speaking and disappeared into the night.

Feng Ping looked at the direction in which Xuan Fei disappeared and said suddenly. "It's because I'm too tired!" Then he went to take off the handkerchief on Xuanbai's head and put it in cold water, wrung it out, and put it back on Xuanbai's head.

When Xuan Fei came home again, Feng Ping was moistening Xuan Bai's lips with a wet hand towel, and Xuan Fei stepped forward and asked, "Are you better?"

"Still not, did you find the fruit?"

"Yes. Xuan Fei put the fruit basket aside, stepped forward and touched his white forehead, "I went to the small town in the south to buy some." ”

"Show me what fruits you've bought. ”

Xuan Fei took the basket, and there were a lot of fruits in it. Xuan Fei picked up a pear.

"This water is big, let's eat it for nothing. ”

Feng Ping was just about to take it, when her outstretched hand suddenly froze there. There seemed to be a great struggle in his heart, and at this moment, Feng Ping's frozen hand in the air grabbed the peaches in the basket.

"This one is better. ”

Xuan Fei looked at his wife and said with a smile, "Okay!"

Feng Ping began to peel the skin of the peaches, cut them into pieces and put them in a bowl to get to Xuanbai's bedside, gently helped Xuanbai up, and gently fed the evenly cut pieces of peach flesh to Xuanbai's mouth.

"Have you ever seen the old ancestor?" asked Feng Ping softly.

"Mother, what are you talking about?Who is the ancestor?Are you going to tell me the story of the ancestor?" Although Xuanbai was weak, he didn't know if it was the peach that really worked, or this topic attracted him. Xuanbai tried to sit up straight, waiting for his mother's story.

"Don't you really remember?" Feng Ping said seductively: "Is it under the Beihai? There is the ancestor of our Xuan family! ”

When Xuanbai heard Feng Ping say this, it seemed that he really had a trace of a particularly distant memory, which was very unclear, and it seemed to be an experience in a dream.

"Think about it!" Feng Ping looked at Xuanbai with hope.

"Hmm. It seems to be. Xuan Bai tried to recall, he remembered that there was a fiery lava lake under the sea that was very deep, and he remembered the heart as big as a house.

Xuan Bai reminisced as he told Feng Ping about the piles one by one.

"Later, the ancestor suddenly left, and I was left alone. Xuanbai told Feng Ping his unclear memory in a daze, because recalling the feeling at that time, Xuan Bai even wanted to cry in Feng Ping's arms for a while.

Feng Ping just asked.

"Did the old ancestor leave you anything?"