Lin Dui leaned against a Suoyuan flower tree, staring blankly at the messy grass, at the broken vines scattered on the grass, at the red blood stains on the grass, his mind was blank, and he forgot to treat the wound on his shoulder. www.biquge.info What did he witness with his own eyes? He didn't want to believe what had just happened, but it was true. It was suddenly cold, and his whole body trembled from his heart to his hands and feet, and he folded his arms around him, huddled together, and although there was no more blood from the wound, his shoulders and arms were soaked red.

He remembered the family his mother had talked about, the family that had continuously improved their qualifications by killing their relatives. How could he not understand that his mother was talking about the family in this valley. The wicked man who tied himself here also said that his mother was also a member of this family. It turned out to be like this, no wonder my mother seemed to be very reluctant to mention it.

Lin Dui's heart was very chaotic and chaotic. This scene may not be as sudden and bloody as Liu Er's death, but the shock it brought him was even stronger. Since coming to this valley, since he escaped death, his little heart has been numb for more than two months, and now it is like a sudden thunderbolt that has completely awakened him. His little heart began to ache again, and a deep, chaotic emotion clung to his chest, leaving him breathless. There were many things that sister said that he didn't understand, but he understood her tears, her blood.

As if he felt the breath of liking, the black whirlpool in the Star Mansion was still swirling, but Lin Duan didn't care about it at all. Because of the injury and blood loss and excessive mental stimulation, he began to have a fever, his face was red like a burning cloud, and his body temperature was high enough to bake an egg, and he soon fell into a coma. In the coma, there was a bloody figure flashing in front of him, a hideous skull, Li Haining's tearful face mixed with mud, and the corners of his mouth salivating blood. Scenes of blood-drenched horror converged into a net-like nightmare that hung between heaven and earth, enveloping the eight-year-old child. He has nowhere to go, no way to run. He screamed in his dreams.

Pain, pain after pain, like the greatest fertilizer, nourishes that bottomless black vortex. The more painful Lin Dusk was, the more cheerful the whirlpool became. Now it is full of power, like a dormant dragon, churning with confidence, ready to smash the darkness and leap into the sky. It wants to gather divine light, and it wants to shine on the stars!

It's just that if it goes on like this, maybe the moment it lights up will be the moment when Lin Dusk dies. After all, Lin Duan was still too young, and his cultivation was too weak to withstand this kind of painful torture. In the seemingly endless nightmare, he seemed to hear Zhang Yao's voice again, the voice pierced through the thick blood and hellish fear roar, and gently echoed in his heart over and over again, but he couldn't hear what she said. The scorching body temperature has made him fall into complete confusion, his mind is reversed, he can only use the only remaining trace of obsession to try to pursue her voice, full of ghostly faces, Luo skirt like blood, in the meantime he suddenly saw a slender hand, he grabbed it, in an instant only felt that the layers of blood disappeared indifferently, there was a beautiful girl figure in front of him, he seemed to be in a pavilion, the twilight was condensed, the moon was like a hook on the horizon, a tree of vines on the side of the tree weaved green shade, fluctuating like water in the breeze, the girl stood gracefully in front of him, he couldn't see his eyebrows clearly, but he was quiet and beautiful like an ancient picture scroll。

It must have been a picture scroll he had unfolded, so familiar, as if at some point, he had also lost and suffered, and it was this figure that calmed his mind. Now it's this girl again, evoking a little aura that spans life, taking him out of the nightmare and back to that moment in the past. Although there were occasional blood-colored leaps out of his body, his world gradually returned to peace. It's a pity that he tried to find the voice again, but he couldn't find it, only a beautiful and charming silhouette, far or near, but more and more clear.

After a continuous high fever for a day and a night, the flush on Lin Dui's face faded little by little, his body temperature began to drop gradually, and his declining vitality finally stabilized the situation. And the supply of painful nourishment was cut off in this way, and the frenzied and throbbing black vortex finally wailed, and unwillingly stopped on the edge of the light.

On the morning of the third day after Li Haining left, Lin Duan woke up, opened his eyes, and saw the flower seedling tilting the leaf and dripping a drop of dew into his mouth. His forehead was no longer hot, his head was still a little dizzy, his mouth was dry, and his stomach was rumbling with hunger. He stood up and slowly walked to the place where Li Haining had been sitting. The broken bones had just grown, and he couldn't walk too fast. Li Haining left a basket with two pieces of bread and half a pot of water left in the basket.

That sister died, and no one came to deliver food in the future, and this was all Lin Dui's last supply. In the past two months, he has been living on the little food that Li Haining gave him, he has only been half-full, and he is already hungry, and he can't care about anything at the moment, he devoured all the bread, drank half of the water, and used the rest of the water to water the flower seedlings, because the flower seedlings look so haggard, and they seem to be very short of water.

Lin Du counted with his fingers, and found that the last rain was seven days ago, and it was supposed to rain on the day Li Haining escaped, but somehow, God forgot. The earth shook that night, and the Li brothers and sisters said that the seal was broken, probably who poked the heavens into a hole, and everyone was busy mending the sky, so they didn't care about the rain.

Lin Du looked at the flower seedlings anxiously. It was his only friend here, but this friend looked like he was about to wither and die. He was sad, even though he didn't know that in the past three days, Hua Miao had been squeezing out the water from his body and feeding him, counting the last time, it had already dragged him back from the brink of death twice.

He lay quietly on the grass, his mind tossing and turning, thinking about what had happened these days, thinking of the voice and the figure that had escaped into his mind in a half-dream, and feeling that everything had fallen into a trance again, and he fell into a chaotic dream again, until midnight, when he was sweating profusely and woke up from his dream. He opened his eyes, looked at the white moon hanging above his head, got up, rubbed his hand lightly on the leaves of the flower seedlings, and said softly: "I'll go out to find water and food, and wait for me to come back!"

The flower seedling shook slightly, as if to say, "I see".

There were also traces of Li Xiaoyun's dried blood on the grass and on the flowers and trees, which were blue and black in the white moonlight. Lin Dui carried a kettle in one hand and a bamboo basket in the other, mustered up the star power of his whole body, and walked out along this bloody road. Ceres's plant-like power made him barely attacked, with only a flower vine gently sweeping him halfway through. He walked slowly, and it took him more than an hour before he walked outside to once again enjoy the gorgeous night view of the valley. It's just that he is hungry, and Hua Miao is looking forward to drinking water, and he is not in the mood to enjoy the night view at all. He was like a hungry and thirsty wolf wandering through the valleys full of flowers, searching for water, for anything to feed his stomach.

Fortunately, there is a pond not far to the south of Suoyuan Flower Forest. The pond is small, covering just over two acres, but the water is shallow and clear. Lin Du squatted by the pond, and saw his clear reflection on the water through the faint moonlight and the fluorescence of the petals. His clothes were in tatters, his hair was messy and sticky, his face was covered in blood and mud, and he had been completely reduced to a wild child, except for his eyes, which were still black and shining.

He stayed for a long time, grimaced at himself in the water, and then took the kettle and filled it with a full pot of water. He drank a full pot of water, then filled the kettle again, and after lying on the edge of the pool and washing his face well, he left the pond and continued to look for food.

The valley was full of flowers and plants, most of which he had never seen before, and some of them bore wild fruit. He picked a few of the wild fruits he had ever seen, and most of them were astringent and unpalatable, and after eating one of them, he began to vomit incessantly, and vomited until his eyes turned black. Then he staggered and fell to the middle of the flowers, like a drunken man who fell asleep, and did not have the strength to get up until dawn. Afraid of being discovered, he quickly touched back to the Suoyuan Flower Forest and hurriedly ended the first night's foraging trip.

When Li Haining was there, this forest was the most dangerous place, and now that he is gone, it has become Lin Duan's territory alone, and it is the safest place to hide. Lin Du guessed that Li Haining had escaped from Liuli Valley, and he should have alarmed the people in the valley and the carpenter boss of the coffin shop at the exit, and they should have searched everywhere and made a lot of trouble, but no matter whether they made trouble or not, this forest, which could only be used as a prison, was completely abandoned after all, and no one looked at this side again. Lin Du was so happy that after watering the seedlings, he sat there and tasted the wild fruits he had picked one by one.

It's a dangerous job, and maybe any kind of fruit is poisonous, corroding the stomach and paralyzing the nerves. However, every time Lin Duan picked up a fruit that was not very healthy, he would feel the anxiety of the flower seedlings. This kind reminder made him avoid a lot of risks, and he could only worry about half a basket of suspected poisonous fruits. He sat in the dappled sunlight and lined up the four fruits on the grass, the only thing left to eat after the selection, which would be his ration for the whole day. He patted his flat belly and calculated how to distribute the three meals a day, which was an extremely difficult question.

"One at a time, one left. Mung Bean, do you think it's better for me to eat more for lunch or more for dinner?" Mung Bean is the name Lin Du gave to Hua Miao because he misses black beans. The black beans are black, the mung beans are green, and there is no problem with this name at all, he can't understand why Hua Miao will be in a depressed mood when he hears it, and he seems to be very reluctant.

Of course, "Mung Bean" won't answer, so Lin Du thinks that both proposals must be bad. He decided to eat one more for breakfast, and just as he ate it, he stuffed all four fruits into his mouth, and ate the belt seeds, and then he patted his stomach and lay down in the sun and fell asleep heartlessly.

When midnight fell again, Lin Dui's eyes were blue with hunger. He walked out of the forest, first followed yesterday's route to find the kind of fruit that could be eaten, gnawed a dozen in one go, and finally felt that his stomach had some confidence, and then he picked half a basket and carried it back to the forest. The wound on his shoulder had just healed, and new skin was growing, and he didn't dare to carry too many things at once. In fact, he is very content to eat half full every day. Half a basket of fruit was enough for him to eat for the whole day.

After putting the fruit away, there was still some time before dawn, and he went out of the forest for the second time, following the road where Li Haichao had taken him hostage into the valley all the way to the north. He wanted to explore the exit of the valley, after all, he couldn't stay here forever. It's been more than two months, and I haven't seen my mother come to save her, so she must not be able to find this valley, maybe she thinks she is dead and is crying sadly. He had to find a way to get out on his own.

It's a pity that there is no export. Passing through the middle of the cliff, at the end of the mountain road was where they had entered, where there was no other road but clouds and mist. He reached out to touch the clouds, only to feel that they were immediately bounced back like an electric shock. He suspected that there was really a door behind the clouds, so he gritted his teeth and slammed into it. The next moment he flew out with a whizz and rolled to the ground for half a day without getting up. Obviously, he couldn't take a step with or without a door.

The discovery was frustrating, but Lin Du didn't give up. He rose from the ground in pain and turned to look at the mountain walls on either side. It looks like the walls are sturdy, and they don't look like they're going to have any secret doors. He picked a few uneven spots and pressed them with his hands, but there was no sign of touching the mechanism. Finally, he slowly walked in front of the three big characters of "Glass Valley", raised his face, and barely recognized the lines of small characters next to him through the blurred night. He thought it would be a way to get in and out of the valley, but there wasn't, just a confessional text. As soon as his gaze fell on it, an old man's voice sounded in his heart:

"My Li clan is a descendant of the ancient Chiyou, heroic and eternal. The innocent were punished by heaven first, and the inheritance was shattered, but then the world was punished, and the bloodline was destroyed. The hateful villain plotted suddenly, and the erector repeatedly conspired to defeat my prestige and slaughter my saints. The ancestral land no longer exists, there are only six or seven people left, and I Li Zhengde will also die, I only hate that I can no longer protect the integrity of my clan, and now I abandon reincarnation, open the boundary, and save the blood of my ancestors with a meager body.

This world is lonely and hangs outside the world, taking the name of the glass, which belongs to the meaning of Liuli, only I Li can enter and exit freely. Future generations should escape from the world, recuperate, reproduce their descendants, and prosper our clan. This is the art of heavenly punishment, because our clan attaches great importance to family affection, so it is extinguished, because our clan often has a red heart, so it eats the heart, such as cutting out the heart and breaking the fingers, and regrets and knows itself.

It is not my people who forsake the world, but the world forsakes me. It is others who are jealous of me and hate me, and it is not my people who kill him and harm him. Sheltering from the sky, it is really a last resort, there are negative ancestors, kneeling and weeping. Looking back on this life, it is as small as a cloud of smoke, how vast is the heart, and how vast is the road. Coming is like flowing water, going to the point of no return, looking at the end of the world, my heart is sad.

Remember the determination, future generations to follow. ”

The voice was sad and heroic, and it slowly said with a sense of reverberation, which made Lin Duan very moved to hear it. If he hadn't seen the scene of Li Xiaoyun's sacrifice to save his brother with his own eyes, he wouldn't have felt too much, and would only imagine this family as a naked villain like Jin Luohua and many people in the outside world. Lin Duan was first intimidated and kidnapped by Li Haichao, and then abused by Li Haining and dying to death, almost the person who had the least affection for this family, but after experiencing so much, when he looked at the words on the stone wall, he couldn't help but feel sad and sympathetic.

The family of heavenly punishment, the art of heavenly punishment. Whether it is the merciless slaughter of relatives, or the willingness of relatives to sacrifice, this seems to be a thing that can never be explained, but in either case, it is the sorrow of this family. Of course, outsiders prefer to believe that they are a group of crazy people who do not hesitate to kill their relatives in pursuit of power. Maybe there really is such a person, a family has this ability, it is inevitable that some clansmen can't resist the temptation of power and do things that people and gods are angry about, but outsiders will never see the side where they sacrifice their lives for their loved ones. Just like Li Xiaoyun said: This is great love, they don't understand.

This is the Heavenly Punishment Clan, if this is the only way to deter a strong enemy, if this is the only way to grow and survive, they have no choice. This day of punishment devours the heart, cuts off love, rebels against morality, destroys sex, and only gives strength, but there is an uncontrollable danger in this power. Because the love has been extinguished, the heart has died, some people no longer care about the lives of the clansmen, in order to satisfy stronger desires, in order to pursue greater power, it is inevitable to kill the clansmen, pushing the Li clan step by step to the brink of extinction.

This is the punishment of heaven, the real punishment of heaven.

But they weren't. Only the most affectionate people, after extinguishing their emotions and devouring their hearts, will they be the most unable to stand such stimulation, and will all thoughts be discouraged and turn to the other extreme.

Lin Du couldn't think about it so much, but she felt that what she saw and heard was very different from what her mother said. Li Haining is an out-and-out demon, but he still loves his sister very much, and his sister loves him even more, and finally dies to save him. The old man who carved these words gave up the opportunity of reincarnation for the sake of his clansmen and turned into this independent space.

Lin Du heard her mother say that the end point of cultivation is to make oneself infinite, life unlimited, space unlimited, and the star house is like the universe, and at that time man is a huge space life. And there is a special realm in the cultivation called the "Sky Realm", which already has the ability to manifest the star mansion into space. To achieve this realm, all the stars need to be cultivated to more than seven spins, although they will not live forever, but after death, they can enter the "reincarnation" and be reincarnated as a human, although they will not retain the cultivation of the previous life, but they can retain the qualifications and understanding of the previous life, and as they gradually grow up, they will slowly awaken the memory of the previous life, and if there is no accident, they will be re-cultivated to the "Skyclave". In this way, even if you can't transcend the realm and reach eternal life, you can still be reincarnated and immortal.

To give up samsara is to give up eternal life. That's eternal life!

It has always been difficult for people in the world to cultivate, and so many people don't even have the opportunity to practice. Nine times out of ten, people who have the opportunity to practice are not highly qualified or have insufficient understanding, and those who can really reach the top must have the best qualifications and understanding, and they must work hard, and chance is even more indispensable. It may not be very difficult for one star to cultivate to seven spins, but it is really difficult for all stars to cultivate to seven spins, and it can be imagined, one can imagine, how difficult it is to get a glimpse of the Sky Realm Avenue and escape into reincarnation! Such an opportunity is not easy to come by! But this old man named Li Zhengde actually gave up in order to save his clansmen.

Lin Du was only shocked by this. This is my mother's clan, the clansmen who killed each other as fathers, sons and brothers in my mother's mouth, but they are all willing to sacrifice for their clansmen like this!

Mom, have you been deceived?

Lin Du stood under the stone wall, stretched out his hand to rub the marks of those knives and axes, and in the dark night, he could vaguely see some words with blood stains, and even a large bloody handprint. He stood on tiptoe to reach the bloody handprint, and the old man's voice suddenly sounded again, repeating the two sentences next to the bloody handprint:

"Because our clan values family affection, we extinguish our feelings, and because our clan often has a naked heart, we devour our hearts. ”

The rain suddenly began to fall, and it was cool and cool, like the sky crying. Lin Du looked up at the bloodstains on the stone wall, and saw that they were washed away by the rain little by little, and finally there was no trace of them, and his heart was extremely sad.

He knew that it was left by Li Haining.