What is desperation? What is fearlessness? Saving the building from collapse, or saving the people from fire and water? No, these are not, these are some distant and empty for all living beings, and even too great, so great that they are somewhat unreal.

Perhaps, it should be a little narrower. After all, we are ants.

For a ten-year-old boy, what building will fall, what people are in the water, these words are really difficult to understand. He only has one life, but he is willing to drag the broken remnants to stand up, and then say in a solemn voice: I am willing to exchange my life for my life. Because he can't fit the people of Li and all living beings, he is a little junior sister, so he fills his heart full of soaring, which is a cheap life, which can be exchanged for a glimmer of life for the little junior sister, so it is better than countless beauty, the meaning of life, but that's it.

He is as cheap as an ant, he is mediocre, he is insignificant, but his sonorous words, that tone without the slightest hesitation, is enough to stand proudly between heaven and earth.

The stubbornness and unyielding on the face, the stubbornness and pity on the face, all say, you let go of her, I will give you my life!

"If you have to take your life to stop, then come and take it......" Lin Yizhi, who was in a trance, looked at the young man in white, word by word, and the tone that was revealed between the lines even carried an urgent plea.

However, it was this short sentence, but it cut Chu Xiao and Bai Limu's hearts like a drop of blood, and also made Lu Xiyue's heart instantly shattered by these not gentle words.

Tears passed silently between the girl's eyes, if he still had a life, it would be by his side for the rest of his life, just like the joy of drinking chicken soup together that night, and there would be no regrets, wouldn't it?

The young man in white didn't expect that this ten-year-old boy, who had suffered countless heavy blows, would be so tenacious that he could still stand, and he walked towards him step by step, walking slowly and decisively, as if in an instant, the earth was desolate.

The young man in white actually admired this Lin Yizhi a little, and slowly spoke: "You, very good! In this way, it is more suitable to be you!"

Chu Xiao and Bai Limu both frowned, and they both stood in front of Lin Yizhi, as if they wanted to stop him from passing. Lin Yizhi smiled bitterly at the two of them and said: "Senior Brother Chu, Senior Brother Bai, the kid knows that you love me and regard me as a brother, but Yizhi has a cheap life, and his qualifications are dull, and I don't know when I can cultivate to the Jindan Great Perfection if I keep it, and I am proud of the world like you, however, the little junior sister is the sister I recognize in this world, and her qualifications are extremely high." The master treats me like a mountain, and if I go to change her, it will be worth dying. Get out of the way, Yi Zhi is afraid that he won't last long, and he will fall down again before he can walk over......"

Bai Limu's face darkened, sighed slightly, and turned around gently, and he couldn't bear to look at it anymore. And Chu Xiao suddenly held the Conscience Sword in his hand, pointed at the white-clothed young man and said, "You remember for me, if you dare to ruin the life of my Senior Brother Lin, I, Chu Xiao, will never die with you in this life!"

Lin Yizhi moved to the front of the young man in white step by step, and with every step, the gentle footsteps hit the hearts of Chu Xiao and the others, as if they were suppressed by a boulder, and they couldn't be happy!

Finally, Lin Yizhi came to the attack range of the white-clothed young man, and a white shadow of the white-clothed young man rushed straight towards Lin Yizhi, and the next moment, he had already put the dream-like soul-snatching fan against Lin Yizhi's neck. And Lu Xiyue, who had lost her holdage, was already paralyzed, sat on the ground at once, and couldn't stand up anymore, only a low sob, and the sad voice filled this empty front yard, and everyone burst into tears when she heard it.

The young man in white nodded and said, "That's good, you all stand back!"

Chu Xiao and Bai Limu had to stare at the white-clothed young man with burning eyes, and slowly retreated.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the white-clothed young man lifted Lin Yizhi's waist with silk and lifted him up, like a dream, the soul snatcher fan instantly expanded, carrying the two of them, with a roar, towards the eastern sky in a flash.

Lu Xiyue suddenly understood that Lin Yizhi had been held hostage by the young man in white and left, and it was probably difficult to survive the next moment, but when she saw her kneel down towards the place where she disappeared, she called out sadly: "Brother Yizhi...... Brother Yizhi!" the sadness and sorrow in that voice made people listen to it all moved.

Not long after the white-clothed young man left, there was a roar in mid-air, and Lu Wujian and Mu Yuqiu, as well as Zeng Ruijin, Xiao Gangyan, and Duan Langkun all appeared in the air with flying swords.

As soon as the clouds fell, Lu Xiyue had already thrown herself into Mu Yuqiu's arms sadly, and while throwing herself into her arms, she cried bitterly and said, "Dad, mother, you ...... Why don't you come back sooner!"

But he couldn't say a word anymore.

Mu Yuqiu saw his daughter like this, and saw Bai Limu standing there with a blue face, while Chu Xiao looked at the sky in the east with a terrifying killing intent in his eyes, and Lin Yizhi was missing, and he already knew that something was happening in his heart, and while coaxing Lu Xiyue, he asked, "Xiyue doesn't cry, what about your brother Yizhi?"

Just don't listen to Lin Yizhi's name, Lu Xiyue cried even more heartbroken when she heard this name.

Lu Wujian walked up to Bai Limu and asked, "Limu, what the hell is going on?"

"This ......" Bai Limu wanted to speak and stopped, his expression darkened, and he didn't say a word.

Lu Wujian and the second monk, one Bai Limu didn't say a word, and the other Lu Xiyue cried again and again, and he had never been on good terms with the Master Qingxuan, so he wouldn't ask his chief disciple Chu Xiao, and he was stunned on the spot now.

Lu Xiyue only buried her head and cried, crying with grief, Lu Wujian, who was only crying, was upset, and only shouted loudly: "What are you crying about, what the hell is going on, don't you say it quickly, are you going to kill me in a hurry?"

Lu Xiyue was so frightened that she sobbed when she was drunk by her father, but she stopped crying, and intermittently told Lin Yizhi about her abduction.

Lu Wuji's heart was already like a surging tide, he didn't expect that this little apprentice who was the most demanding on weekdays, this mediocre talent who had never looked at him squarely, but today he exchanged his life for his daughter, and he was seriously injured but still insisted on protecting Lu Xiyue......

Lu Wujian didn't dare to think about it anymore, and his heart was even more ashamed and painful for this little apprentice he usually ignored, so he only stomped his foot and said: "Ruijin, Limu, Gangyan, and Luculent listen to the order, quickly go to Liwu Mountain to look for the fifth child, if you meet that villain, don't worry about killing!" The last sentence of the killing intention was already angry.

Zeng Ruijin and the four of them hurriedly agreed, and Zeng Ruijin whispered: "Master, if the little junior brother has suffered a misfortune......

Lu Wuji's expression darkened, and he sighed and said, "If you want to see people in life, you want to see corpses in death, let's go!"

After saying that, he suddenly pointed to the sky and shouted coldly: "The Poison Killing Gate deceives me too much, if anything happens to the fifth child, I will definitely step through the door of the hundred poisonous old men and scatter those bastard things!"

After speaking, his expression darkened again, but his figure was tired, he turned around and silently walked towards the inner hall, and said while walking: "It's all scattered, act quickly......"

Zeng Ruijin and Bai Limu cleared their voices, and the four magic weapons responded to their orders with a bang, and the four of them jumped on the magic weapons and flew towards the eastern sky.

Mu Yuqiu pulled Lu Xiyue to the front of Chu Xiao, who was looking at the eastern sky, and said softly: "Chu Xiao, thank you so much today, my family Xiyue was not hurt." ”

Chu Xiao's expression darkened, and then he looked at Lu Xiyue, who was full of tears, but saw that although this Lu Xiyue was full of tears, and even her face was powdered and cried, it was pear blossoms with rain, delicate and cute, and she couldn't help but feel a burst of pity in her heart, and she reached out to wipe away the tears for her, Lu Xiyue dodged back and whispered: "I don't want you to touch it, I want to wait for Brother Yizhi to come back and let him wipe it for me." ”

Chu Xiao was embarrassed, and said with a smile: "Uncle Mu, Sister Xiyue is indeed cute, if I were that Lin Yizhi, I am afraid that I would be desperate, hehe" After that, he looked at Lu Xiyue twice.

Mu Yuqiu hurriedly said: "Chu Xiao, thank you for your hard work, Xiyue is not sensible, and she is usually arrogant and indulgent......"

Chu Xiao smiled and said: "But I forgot my feelings for a while, Senior Uncle Mu, I won't delay, my Asking Heart Immortal Sword should be faster than Senior Brother Zeng, and I will also go to find Senior Brother Lin." ”

With that, the Imperial Conscience Immortal Sword disappeared into the eastern sky in an instant.

............

The sound of the wind, the ears are full of sharp whistling wind. Lin Yizhi only felt like he was falling into a fog, his consciousness was gradually blurring little by little, as if the six senses were about to disappear, only hearing remained, and the harsh wind in his ears reminded him that he was still alive.

Where is he going? Where is he going to be taken by this young man in white? What awaits him ahead? Is it life or death? It doesn't matter, isn't he already getting what he wants, he exchanges his life for his life, and the little sister is safe, isn't that enough?

Any person in this world, if he satisfies his life's greatest wish, the next moment is to crush his bones, there will be no regrets, right?

However, Lin Yizhi really has no regrets, right? He closed his eyes gently, no pain, no struggle, no loss and sorrow. Some are just boundless tiredness and a little satisfaction in my heart. In this way, this life is enough! Let him do the rest!

Suddenly, Lin Yizhi's body suddenly fell, and he knew that he had fallen from mid-air. The next moment he felt a slightly moist ground beneath him. The whirring wind in my ears had stopped, replaced by the sound of "ding-ding-dong-dong" water.

It took a lot of effort for him to open his eyes. I saw a clear river flowing beside me. I don't know how many years the river has flowed, and the smooth pebbles without edges and corners that have been hit by the river are clearly visible, and the river is blocked by these countless pebbles, and from time to time stirs up a wave as white as snowflakes.

On the other side of the river was a dense forest, deep and dark, and now that the sun had already set, only the last rays of afterglow rendered the clouds in the west, and the forest seemed even more silent.

The surroundings are quite quiet, only the sound of the water can be heard.

This day is going to pass after all. Lin Yizhi secretly thought, on this day, from being criticized in the Great Hall of Leaving Sorrow and almost dying in the palm of the Master Qingxuan to seeing with his own eyes that the real person fought against the catastrophe with the strength of one person, and then went to the Sword Pavilion to prohibit the alarm, and then returned to Mo Worry Peak with the little junior sister in his arms, and then was held hostage here by this young man of unknown origin who was as old as his own age in order to protect the little junior sister, but it was also a few lives and deaths in one day, and it was only like a big dream. But how could it be a dream? As he gradually became more and more concerned, the pain in his heart reminded him all the time that all this had really happened.

If, on top of the Great Hall of Sorrow, Qing Xuan was slapped to death in the hall, would it be better?

Lin Yizhi thought about it, and a wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"What are you laughing at?" said a faint voice beside him. Lin Yizhi then remembered that there was a cold Demon Sect boy with an unknown origin beside him, but he really didn't have the strength to resist anymore, not to mention, that resistance was just in vain.

"Hehe, I laugh at you so embarrassed, the wound on your neck is so deep, and your clothes are one by one, and you came here to escape for your life and kidnap me, a powerless person, I am really panicked like a lost dog. Lin Yizhi arrived at this moment, but his mouth was unforgiving.

The young man in white was not angry, and washed the scratches on his body in the river and said, "Aren't you the same, you were beaten into a blood gourd by me, and you still laugh at me?"

Lin Yiyi was speechless for a while, in the end, it was a child's state of mind, and he was angry and no longer cared about this young man his age.

"What's your name?do you know me?" The young man in white may have been young because he was still young, but at this moment he put away his murderous appearance and looked at Lin Yizhi with interest.

"Why should I tell you!, I will know you, the little devil of the Demon Sect?" Lin Yizhi said.

"Aren't you afraid that I'll kill you?" the young man was still not angry, and asked him with a smile.

"I said, the age of the two of us is not much different, you are a little child, you can't kill all day long, what do you want me to say? Can you talk like a person of your age, don't just learn to talk to adults at every turn!" Lin Yizhi also let go, anyway, they are all teenagers about ten years old, even if he kills himself, he can't lose face.

"Oh, yes, do you think I should let you go or kill you?" the young man in white asked him with interest.

"Whatever you want, don't you just rely on your cultivation of the Golden Pill Stage to bully me, if you don't use the magic trick, just rely on your strength, you are not my opponent at all!" Lin Yizhi was a little unconvinced when he spoke, and at this moment, he forgot that he was in danger.

"Oh, so I only use my strength, so that you can be convinced!" How can we compare the law?" This young man in white is still a ten-year-old child after all, and the tense nerves of the enemy just now have already been revealed in front of Lin Yizhi, who has no power to restrain the chicken, and the young man's heart has returned to his body, looking at it this way, except for the big bronze mask on his face, it is the same as that ordinary boy.

"Wrestling! you won me, if you want to kill or chop, you can do whatever you want!" Lin Yi said.

"Okay!" After that, the young man in white had already collected the Dream Soul Snatcher Fan, pulled up his sleeve robe and said, "Hey, do you still have the strength to stand up?"

Lin Yizhi's temperament was quite stubborn, gritted his teeth, endured the pain, and actually stood up. The two of them started a fight, and it was time for a wrestling battle.

Suddenly, I only heard the sound of a magic weapon breaking through the sky in the western sky. The white-clothed young man's eyes were solemn, and an afterimage had come in front of Lin Yizhi and whispered: "Someone is chasing after you, you go, I won't kill you, keep your life, the next time I meet you, you have to become stronger, don't be as vulnerable as this time!"

Lin Yizhi almost couldn't believe his ears, rubbed his ears and said, "What did you say?

The white-clothed young man glanced at him with a somewhat complicated look in his eyes and said, "You are in a hurry to seek death, right, let you go, what are you talking about?

Yan Yu was still on the dream-like soul snatcher fan floating in mid-air. The white-clothed young man glanced at Lin Yizhi several times, and the magic weapon had disappeared with a roar, and a sentence came from mid-air: "Remember, you still owe me a wrestle!"

Maybe that's the reason, the young man in white floating in the air thought in his heart, why did I let him go? I don't know, maybe it's just for this wrestling bet, maybe it's still the question that has been haunting my heart for a long time?

With such a resemblance, could he really be another self? Leave it alone, it's good to escape death! The young man in white took off his heavy and terrifying bronze mask in the clouds, and on a handsome and familiar face that seemed to be a little unfamiliar, he suddenly burst into a smile like the wind......

............

At night, on an island surrounded by the sea in the Far East, in the Far East. That's where the forces of the Poison Gate are located.

An old man, who was a few hundred years old, was lying on his side on a soft bed behind a gauze curtain, and next to the soft bed was a not very large incense burner, and the cigarette smoke curled like a cloud. The old man lay quietly like that, motionless, wrinkled, his hair, beard and even his eyebrows were snow-white, and the old man who was extremely old seemed to be asleep, but this sleep was too deep, and even the breathing was extremely weak. If it weren't for the slight snort, I'm afraid I would be like a dead man.

The room is quaint and plain, yet sophisticated and magnificent. This is not contradictory, a perfect work of art is always contradictory and harmonious.

It was extremely silent, without a trace of life, as if a needle could wake up the dying old man.

The figure flashed, and the white-clothed and masked young man who had made a lot of trouble in the daytime walked in gently, and when he saw that the old man was asleep, he knelt lightly beside the bed without saying a word.

After a long time, the old man woke up with a long sigh, and his movements were not the slightest bit angry, and he slowly turned over, the voice was almost inaudible, and even some questions trembled: "Xuan'er, you're back!"

The white-clothed young man called Xuan'er nodded lightly and said, "Father-in-law, Xuan'er is back, but he failed to fulfill your request and almost took his life." ”

The old man sat up slowly, the light in his eyes was also a dead ash, and even the strength to sit down made him breathe for a long time, and after a long time, the old man said slowly: "It is not easy to come back alive, can you see the Immortal Hidden Sword?"

The white-clothed young man named Xuan'er nodded and said, "I saw it, it's just a little bit ......"

The old man nodded and said, "Alas, I'm old, I like to be quiet or not, it's good if you see it, I've only seen it once in my generation, and it's not easy for you to be young." Go ahead, stand down, the wound on the neck is good?"

It turned out that this half-dead old man, who was not angry at all, was actually the head of these four demon sects, the Hundred Poison Ancestor of the Poison Killing Sect that made people smell and change! If he understood this, I am afraid that this old man would not have the slightest bit of anger, and no one would dare to ignore him. This Hundred Poison Ancestor, since the Great War of the Righteous Demon Five Hundred Years ago, the Blood Feather Demon Emperor has fallen, and he has been in obscurity in the silent sea of the extreme east, and has disappeared until now, I am afraid that he is nearly a thousand years old. Rao is like this, even if he moves his fingers, he can take people's lives in an instant.

The young man in white hurriedly said, "Father-in-law, it's okay. ”

The old man nodded and said, "Okay, let's go down and recuperate for a few more days, my father-in-law is quite tired, the affairs in the door, you and your three senior brothers will deal with it, don't come over if you have nothing to do!"

The young man in white stepped back.

After the footsteps walked away, the Hundred Poisonous Ancestor suddenly turned over and sat up, and the dead qi of that party was completely gone, and his spirit was strong, and the dead gray eyes just now burst out with a substantial essence of light.

"Come out!" the Hundred Poison Ancestor sighed.

As soon as the words fell, a black figure silently appeared like a ghost outside the veil of the Hundred Poison Ancestor.

The Hundred Poison Ancestor glanced at the black shadow and slowly asked, "How?"

The dark shadow's cold voice sounded: "Ancestor, he saw that person, but let him go......"

The Hundred Poison Ancestor nodded lightly, waved his hand and said, "This matter is over, you can go!"

The shadow nodded, and vanished in an instant.

In the darkness, only the Hundred Poison Ancestor was leaning on the soft bedside, his eyes flashing, thinking thoughtfully......