"Damn, I'm scared to death!"

Xu Qingyun was startled, but fortunately he reacted well, he took a step back directly, but he still let the aftermath of this thunder stagger, and he fell directly to the ground. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Abominable Heavenly Dao. ”

He slowly raised his head with a somewhat disgraced face, only to see that the dust was flying in front of him, Han Xiangjun's originally clean and neat bamboo house courtyard had all become ruins at this time, the pavilion had collapsed, the pond had cracked several cracks, and those weeping willows had also made the thunder scorch, and the stone tablet where he had held the sword and practiced calligraphy had been broken into two.

Xu Qingyun suddenly became furious, he looked up at the gloomy sky, he couldn't hold back the anger in his heart anymore, and in a panic, he raised the gentian stone sword on the ground, and shouted loudly at the vast and coercive black sea of clouds: "You idiots, hurry up and let me get away!"

With a boom, the sky was furious, the black clouds pressed the sun, and suddenly there were bursts of roaring sounds, and purple thunder snakes danced wildly in the sea of clouds.

Xu Qingyun's face turned a little pale with fright, and he suddenly regretted it in his heart, but at this time, the courage to raise his sword was already soaring into the sky, thinking of Xia Xiaohe's courage to confront the sky, he secretly raised his breath, but he still closed his eyes in fear.

But after a while, I thought that there would be real thunder falling, but unfortunately the thunder was heavy and the rain was small, and he himself raised the gentian stone sword for a long time and there was no movement, so he couldn't help but open his eyes curiously, only to see the originally gloomy sky, the black clouds had slowly dispersed, the thunder snake was gone, and the sky gradually began to clear again.

Xu Qingyun blinked a little dazedly, he stood there silently and thought about it, and suddenly pointed his sword at the sky, and began to scold, giving full play to the strength of the super trolls of the Shushan Sword Pavilion back then.

"Idiot Tiandao, you still want to kill the master, hum, it's really easy to bully the master?"

"Come on, come on, I'm here, come and kill me!"

"Hmph, idiot, what are you running, if you don't accept it, I'll fight with the master!"

......

Zhao Sanxing walked into the courtyard with Ye Lengleng, and the two of them happened to see this jaw-dropping scene in front of them.

I saw that the young man was picturesque, his eyes were awe-inspiring, he was holding the heavy gentian stone sword, and he dared to confront the sky. It's just that the most unbelievable thing is that the black clouds and thunder punishment in the sky are actually under the awe-inspiring momentum of the young man holding the sword, and he really retreats like this, and after the rain, the sky clears, and the black clouds disperse, slowly revealing the clear sky.

"This ......"

Zhao Sanxing is already over 100 years old, and his cultivation has reached the point of seclusion, not only his life experience, but also his experience in dealing with things, which is no longer something that ordinary people can imagine. But at this time, he couldn't help but start to doubt his life, when did this Heavenly Dao Thunder Punishment begin, and he became so obedient?

People raised their swords to let you go, and you just walked away?

Where is the spirit of the Heavenly Dao?

He frowned, his eyes showed a thoughtful meaning, thinking in his heart that if the thunder punishment was really like this, then if he really hit the sixth realm, would he be stupid enough to take a broken sword and scold these damn thunder punishments away?

"Qingyun,"

Ye Leng Leng didn't think as much as he thought, seeing that Xu Qingyun could be safe and sound, he was always a little relieved in his heart, her cold eyes revealed a slightly drunk warm color, and the little face pear vortex smiled lightly: "I knew you would be fine." ”

"You are cold!" Xu Qingyun was a little stunned, his eyes were full of disbelief, he looked at the cute Lori in a white dress in front of him, his heart was a little trance, Leng Leng was only twelve or thirteen years old, but a few years have passed, and now she looks the same as she was back then, while he was a little surprised, he was still a little sour, and asked a little uncomfortable: "Lengleng, why are you still like this?"

Ye Leng pursed the corners of her thin lips, her white skirt dragged to the ground, her hip-length hair was like a flowing hair, and her little face was a little white and cute, but her expression was extraordinarily calm, she thought about it silently, and said very seriously: "I may be like this in the future." ”

Her voice was very flat and calm, as if she were an unrelated person commenting on a very ordinary matter.

Xu Qingyun only felt a little bitter in his heart, he thought about what happened in the ink bamboo forest at the beginning, and his heart suddenly felt like a knife.

At the beginning, the spring breeze gave her vitality, but it deprived her of the right to grow.

Why are things in the world always so imperfect?

Although he was sad, he still endured the discomfort in his heart, and with a smile on his face, he slowly walked in front of the cold night.

You can clearly feel her inextinguishable cold breath, as if she will always reject people thousands of miles away.

Xu Qingyun thought about it silently, and suddenly stepped forward, hugged the cold and small body of the night in his arms, felt the cold temperature of the girl in his arms, and said softly: "Lengleng, I haven't seen you for a few years, I really miss you!"

The whole person was a little stiff in the cold night, her eyes were wide open, her slender curly eyelashes trembled slightly in the sun, and for the first time she felt the body temperature of another person like this, which made Leng Leng's cheeks a little hot and red, but the depths of her eyes still revealed a faint warmth.

For Xu Qingyun, she has a special attachment.

No one can imagine what kind of night it was, the cold wind whimpering in the ink bamboo forest, blowing the rustling of bamboo leaves.

The whole world is filled with a cold dead silence.

She was imprisoned in the cold ink bamboo on that night, waiting for her death.

It's just that she is unwilling, she has too many missions that she needs to accomplish by herself, and there are too many things she needs to do by herself.

And, of course, their own hatred!

No one can understand the pain, and no one can understand the despair.

Because of despair,

I have always been proud of myself, but for the first time, I left tears.

Ding dong

Tears fell on the vigorous ink bamboo, making a crisp sound, as if representing the most gorgeous aria in life.

But I always have to wait for death.

It's just that who would have thought that while he was waiting for death, he really heard the sound of my tears.

At that moment, she really felt the urge to cry.

Until the ink bamboo broke, the young man held the rock in his hand, his eyebrows were delicate, and he rubbed the edges and corners of the ink bamboo with a focused expression, lest he was afraid of hurting himself.

She suddenly felt that her heart was no longer so cold.

......

Just like at this time,

Thank you for the embrace and for warming my heart.

Ye Leng felt Xu Qingyun's embrace, his heart was slightly warm, and he slowly stretched out his little hand, hugged him carefully, and said softly in a voice that only he could hear: "I miss you too, Qingyun." ”