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'Senpai, Senpai, what's wrong with you? What's going on......

Lin Jingyu rushed to Wan Jianyi's side, knelt down, his hands trembled and wanted to help him up, but the place where he started was soft, and a bad chill rose from his heart, Lin Jingyu seemed to be in a bottomless ice cellar, where he tentacled, no bones of this old man were intact.

'Who is it, who is it?' Lin Jingyu's voice instantly hoarse, his teeth biting his lip deeply, bleeding in the blink of an eye, and even his eyes burst into anger and despair.

'Senpai, Senpai......'

He cried out in a low voice, choked up, and finally cried. He never knew that he would still cry, just in front of this desolate and weak old man, the despair of more than ten years ago seemed to envelop him again.

Wan Jianyi looked at this young man weakly, he was so sad and desperate that it was impossible to decorate hypocrisy, maybe, after all, someone was sincere to me, Wan Jianyi thought so in his heart.

His fingers moved, and then, as if at the mercy of a god, he raised his palm tremblingly.

Lin Jingyu's body was shocked, grabbed his hand, and said hurriedly: "Senior, senior, do you have anything to say, who harmed you like this, I, I will definitely avenge you, who, who?"

Wan Jianyi's face became more and more pale, and even his breathing slowly lowered, but somehow, his eyes were brighter, and the palm held in Lin Jingyu's hand, his fingers shook slightly......

Lin Jingyu was stunned for a moment, looked down, and in the palm of his hand, the old and weak finger, stained with blood, gently and scribbled the strokes: "Xiao...... Heart ......'

Suddenly, behind Lin Jingyu, in the mist, a black shadow flashed out, and Mr. Ghost stared at this side with blazing eyes. Lin Jingyu turned his back to Mr. Ghost at the moment, and stared at Wan Jianyi's fingers intently, not feeling it at all. But Wan Jianyi saw it, and his gaze and Mr. Ghost's gaze silently touched in midair, as if a hundred years had passed.

That bit of the vicissitudes of the past......

Wan Jianyi suddenly smiled, with a bloody smile, at Mr. Ghost, and then, he shook his head.

Lin Jingyu waited for a long time, but he didn't see Wan Jianyi continue to write, and looked up in amazement, only to see Wan Jianyi bent to the side, and he was already out of breath. Lin Jingyu's body shook violently, his hands trembled, and he looked at the lifeless face in disbelief, and after a while, he shouted: "Senior......

The cry of pain came from him throwing himself on the old man.

Mr. Ghost stood silently behind him, staring at Wan Jianyi's old face, and after a long time, he quietly retreated, disappearing into the mist, and a faint sigh came from the distant wind.

The wolf howled down the mountain, sent with the wind, and the sharp and vicious roar sounded densely from afar.

At the top of Qingyun Mountain, the heads of people were stirring, and the people in the righteous path gathered on Tongtian Peak, and the Daoxuan Zhenren, Puhong Venerable, Yun Yilan and others who were standing at the forefront were all heavy-faced, their brows were furrowed, and they looked in the direction of Qingyun Mountain.

The faint fishy smell can be faintly smelled in the wind, which makes people think of the countless cruel and vicious beasts and demons at the foot of the mountain. No one knows what will happen after this catastrophe?

In the square outside the Yuqing Palace, the heads of people were staggering, but there was silence, and everyone was solemn.

It was at this moment of silence that suddenly, a long howl rose into the sky in the distance, like a wolf howling, like a ghost crying, sharp and breaking through the air, and approaching from afar.

Listening to the place where the voice sounded, it seemed to be still at the foot of the mountain, but the screaming sound came into the clouds, and everyone changed color for a while. The screaming sound echoed, turning a few times between the white clouds and dangerous peaks, and then slowly lowered again. But at the moment when it was silent, at the foot of the fierce mountain, all the beasts roared together, and the countless roars rose to the sky, gathering together as if the mountains and the sea were overwhelmed, until the heavens and the earth changed color, and rumbled.

The clouds suddenly dispersed, the mountain peaks stopped steeply, and a cloud of black gas rose from the foot of the mountain, getting bigger and denser, condensing in the sky opposite Tongtian Peak until it blocked out the daylight. The black clouds gradually drifted in this fairyland-like place.

I don't know who was the first to shout out, and everyone on the top of the mountain looked at the people with sharp eyes, only to see that in the depths of the black clouds, in the hunting wind, there was a young man in a conspicuous silk shirt standing with his hands in his hands, expressionless, and indifferent to the people on this mountain.

What kind of things are people in the eyes of heaven and earth?

He waved his hand slightly, but his gaze seemed to pass through the mountains.

At the foot of the mountain, the roar of ten thousand beasts, the gusting wind, and the miserable screams finally came......

As if sensing something, the ghost paused, frowned slightly, turned around, and looked in the direction of the front mountain of Tongtian Peak, only to see that the black clouds in the sky were heavy, and the wind was howling, although it was not a long distance, but it was completely different from the back mountain where he was.

The warm sunlight was shining from the sky and was falling on the hem of his clothes.

Ghost Li slowly retracted his gaze and subconsciously looked over his shoulder, but he didn't see Xiao Ash. This time when he entered the Phantom Moon Cave Mansion, he deliberately did not bring Xiao Ash here, and the danger was self-evident, and he was not sure. In the battle with the mysterious old man just now, although Mr. Ghost helped, Ghost Li had an indescribable feeling for the old man in his heart. With a history of thousands of years, Qingyunmen is indeed a place where the dragon and the tiger are hidden.

Once upon a time, weren't you a part of this place?

He pursed his lips indifferently and walked forward again.

The trail is lined with dense woods, evergreen pines and cypresses, and dense vegetation, except for this mountain trail that winds its way to the unknown.

In the depths of the woods, there was still a faint sound of birdsong, as if the catastrophe in front of the mountain had no effect on the place across the mountain, and there was a calm atmosphere everywhere, and even the air was filled with a cold smell.

There was a trace of nervousness in Ghost Li's heart, but in such a quiet environment, he quickly calmed down, so that when he looked up for the first time and saw the four words 'Phantom Moon Cave Mansion', facing the world-famous realm, there was no strange expression on his face, as if he had seen an ordinary cave.

In fact, in front of him, it seems to be an ordinary cave.

The entrance of the cave, which was half higher than ordinary people, about seven feet wide, appeared on a gentle hillside, surrounded by green vines and thorns, and even a few branches hung down from the hole, and the vines were gently shaking when the mountain wind blew. And just under the green vines, the stone above the entrance of the cave was engraved with four characters:

Phantom Moon Cave Mansion.

In addition to the meaning of these four words themselves, everything around here, even including these handwritings, seems so ordinary, is this the root of Qingyunmen for two thousand years?

That volume has created countless talented and handsome people, including the nameless ancient scrolls of Qingyunzi and Qingye Patriarch, is it just lying here quietly?

And that ancient sword that is famous all over the world!

The ghost looked at those four words quietly, and the handwriting that had gone through the years seemed to be staring at him silently.

He didn't speak, he didn't sigh, and the next moment he stepped in, as if he had stepped into a bygone era......

There is no imaginary deep and long, what appears in front of you is just a simple and unpretentious stone room, and you can see all the decorations in the cave at a glance. A few stones were piled up in the corner of the wall, and there was a faint moss in the slightly moist place in the corner of the wall, the only difference from the outside of the cave was that it was very quiet here, and when I walked into the cave, it seemed that suddenly everything was quiet, as if it was cut off from the outside.

Retracting his gaze from his surroundings, the ghostly gaze finally fell on the stone wall facing the entrance of the cave. In the flat stone wall, there is a stone slab Taiji pattern, which is the only thing in this cave that can be related to Qingyunmen.

Ghost Li took a deep breath and walked up, stopping in front of the Tai Chi pattern. There are many signs of damage on the Taiji diagram, which is obviously a thing of a long time. Ghost Li looked at this thing silently, and the words that Mr. Ghost had said not long ago slowly echoed in his mind.

The next moment, he gently put his hand on the Tai Chi pattern, and a faint blue light emanated from between his palms. Ghost Li looked at the light in his hand expressionlessly, feeling the familiar breath of Tai Chi Xuanqing Dao flowing from the meridians of his body, which was the breath that he once belonged to this mountain range!

As if a person who had been sleeping for a long time finally woke up, the peace in the stone room was suddenly broken by a distant soft sound, as if the whole cave sighed softly, something began to turn, and then, the Taiji diagram also lit up with cyan light, and at the same time, the Taiji pattern began to turn.

After turning from left to right for exactly a week, there was a sudden 'stuck' sound in the stone wall, and everything stopped. Ghost Li withdrew his arm and waited quietly.

The silence disappeared in a moment, and a dull and rumbling sound sounded in the cave, and just to the right of the Tai Chi pattern, a crack in the shape of a ring suddenly appeared in the stone wall that was originally intact, and then slowly rotated and parted to the side, revealing a secret hole. It's just that at the entrance of this cave, there is a strange thing that looks like a gray and white mist, which looks like fog and water waves, rotating non-stop, and the inside is hazy and unclear, and it is not real at all.

Ghost Li looked at the mist, Mr. Ghost still didn't lie to him after all. But within this mysterious mist, who knows what?

He didn't hesitate, or even seemed to think about it, and strode in.

The mist engulfed him, and the figure quickly disappeared, but this time the two stone walls turned back silently, closing gently, never to show a trace again.

In a trance, in the haze, in the depths of the deep firmament, a lightning bolt swept by, piercing the darkness of the long night, turning into an incomparably huge lightsaber falling from the sky, so dazzling that people couldn't face it, and pierced into the deep heart.

Then, a strange moon with a strange silver light rose from the dark sky, hanging high in the distant sky.

At that moment, my mind was blank, and I forgot everything, only my eyes were still staring forward, behind the white light.

As if it was a low, complaining voice, someone was crying softly, but then a familiar voice laughed, and a small voice said 'wow', and finally began to cry.

Somehow, he held his breath!

Inexplicably nervous, but the heartbeat is so fast, there seems to be wind in my ears, but I can't feel my presence, as if just a pair of eyes are exploring and looking, and finally see ......

It was a small village, and a ruined grass temple at the back of the village.

'Is it raw?' a man's voice asked anxiously.

'Mother and child are safe, it's a boy!' Wen Po said loudly with a smile in her voice, 'Congratulations!'

'Hehe, hehe......' The honest man smiled innocently, with some comfort and some happiness in his simple feelings. The next moment, he saw the crying boy, the child snuggled in the arms of his parents.

'What's the name?' '' the mother was a little weak, but there was still a happy smile on her face.

My father thought for a while and said, "We don't know a single big character, if you want me to say that the most learned person in the village is Mr. Lin, who teaches in the east of the village, there are children in the village or something, isn't he all named them, why don't we go and ask him to take one?"

Mother nodded, and father went out. After a while, he walked in from outside the house, with a smile on his face, holding a note, and said, "Mr. Lin said that the most important thing for people like us is to keep their duties safely and live a good life, so he took three characters and wrote them on it." ’

The mother said happily: 'Oh, the learned man is different, what name did he give our son?'

The father took the note to his mother's side with his rough hand, wrapped his arms around his mother and the child who was sleeping quietly, lowered his voice, as if he had great respect and affection for these three words, and whispered:

'Zhang, small, fan......'

'Boom!'

There was a thunderclap in the sky, and rain fell in the sky, and his whole body suddenly trembled, and he gasped fiercely!

There is rain outside the house, the sky is like ink, the Qingyun Mountain in the distance is hideous, and in the miserable wind and rain that sweeps the sky, the father and the mother hug each other, and their peaceful faces are smiling, looking at the child in their arms......

He wanted to shout loudly but couldn't, a thousand words echoed in his mind, but after all, they only turned into two words:

'Daddy, Mommy!'

The rain seemed to fall on his face, cold and biting.

The phantom moon shimmered in the sky.

'Bang!'

A stone flew from the sky, and it seemed to pass through the body and landed behind it, and the sky became clear at some point, and a group of children ran through the village, laughing and playing loudly.

The ordinary-looking boy ran as hard as he could, and a boy older than him chased behind with a group of children, shouting loudly: 'Zhang Xiaofan, you will stop if there is a kind!'

The kid in front of him snorted and said, 'You're an idiot!' and ran faster.

Running all the way, the children gradually approached the dilapidated grass temple at the east end of the village. From the outside, this small grass temple is dilapidated, and I don't know how many ups and downs it has experienced.

Zhang Xiaofan was the first to rush in, and the group of children behind him also ran in, and in the dilapidated small grass temple, there seemed to be children's voices coming out.

He looked at it in a daze, and suddenly his mind was blank again, as if there was a trace of inexplicable fear, emanating from the place where his heart had long been obliterated, and filling his entire heart.

Step by step, he silently approached the grass temple, the nightmare that seemed to have disappeared a long time ago.

The older delicate-looking boy rode on Zhang Xiaofan's body, with a smug look on his face, and said with a smile: "I caught you, you have nothing to say now, right?"

Zhang Xiaofan rolled his eyes strangely and said, "No, no, you plotted against me, how can you count?"

The boy was stunned for a moment, and said curiously, 'When did I plot against you?'

Zhang Xiaofan said: "Okay, you Lin Jingyu, do you dare to say that you didn't put this door panel here?"

The kid named Lin Jingyu said loudly: 'How can there be such a thing!'

Zhang Xiaofan pursed his lips and tilted his head, looking resolutely not surrendered and did not give in.

Lin Jingyu was angry from his heart, grabbed his neck with one hand, and said angrily: "If you say that you will admit defeat if you catch it, will you accept it?"

Zhang Xiaofan ignored it.

Lin Jingyu's face turned red, his hands were strong, and he said loudly: 'Do you accept it?'

Zhang Xiaofan's trachea was choked by him, his breathing gradually became difficult, and his face slowly began to redden, but at his young age, his temperament was extremely strong, and he didn't say a word.

Lin Jingyu became more and more angry, the strength in his hands became bigger and bigger, and he said in a stacked voice: 'Accept it, accept it, accept it or not?'

Convincing or not...... Convincing or not...... The voice suddenly echoed in his mind like a mountain and a sea, and the sadness that had been many years surged into his heart in a stack of shouts.

And then, as if I had been expecting it, and as if I had been unprepared—the palm that had quietly stretched out from the years, withered and wrinkled, so familiar, so kind, but once upon a time, it was so shocking and boundless hatred!

The old monk, smiling, still with the same kind smile that he once had, stood in front of him. In a moment, his world was completely blank, and everything else, the village, the children, the disputes, suddenly disappeared, except for the compassionate and peaceful old monk, looking at him with a smile, as if the picture had never faded in the gloomy years.

His whole body trembled, and an indescribable grief and indignation in his heart surged into his heart, and he couldn't help but look up to the sky and howl.

When did the sky get dark again?

There is wind and rain, quietly falling!