The wind of this night, full of fun, always comes just right and goes quietly.

The swift wind brought up Yunmo's long hair, danced Zhou Xian's messy beard, and teased Xiaohuan's two spiritless braids.

At the same time, it also took away the last trace of the Incense Valley man's existence in this world, like many tiny fireflies, mischievously chasing, flickering, and disappearing in the blink of an eye.

"Why is this happening...... Xiaohuan's tears murmured, the joy on her pale face did not dissipate, but the tears fell down one by one like broken beads.

Her weak body shook, and Yunmo beside her hurriedly surrounded her, feeling that this little girl's little hands were so cold, and her body trembled so badly!

Zhou Xian, who is always full of immortal wind bones, suddenly seems to have aged a lot for some reason, his heavy eye bags show blue-black bruises, he pursed his chapped mouth, and said dryly: "This little brother was born in love here, died well, and now he is taking off the shackles of his skin, his soul is attached to this, and he will be reborn here, which is exactly the fulfillment of his long-cherished wish before his death." ”

Xiaohuan lowered his head, held back his tears, was silent for a moment, and said in a muffled voice: "Yun ...... Uncle, tell me, is that so?"

Yunmo had already prepared, and he had brewed a lot of words about to speak with Zhou Yixian, but he was stared at by the girl's eyes that were as bright as autumn water and as clear as the blue sky, but she couldn't spit out a word anyway.

It is as if those eyes have a power that goes straight to the hearts of people, able to purify all ugliness and see through all falsehood.

Yunmo's heart suddenly trembled.

It was a crystal tear that fell down the girl's nose and fell into the dust, breaking into eight petals.

He suddenly felt that what stood in front of him was not only a child who was only ** years old, but also a crystal clean and clear heart.

He put away his smile, stared into her eyes, and replied very seriously: "He used the secret method to burn his soul to the ground, and from then on he will never appear in this world again." ”

Xiaohuan pursed her mouth strongly, pouted her cheeks, and tried not to let herself cry, but she couldn't hold it in the end, and threw herself into Zhou Xian's arms, whimpering muffled.

It rained, and the dark clouds that had shrouded the moon all night could not withstand the alternating changes of the scorching heat wave and the cold wave, and finally were stirred by the conflict of several huge forces, and turned into raindrops and fell into the world.

Or, even this God, who is crying for when he can't stand this tragic script staged one after another?

It seems that with the cover of raindrops, Xiaohuan's crying is even louder, constantly venting his sadness, grievances and horror.

Yunmo didn't use his mana to separate the rain, maybe he also felt that there was something in his heart that needed to be washed away!

Zhou Zhou Xian gently stroked the top of Xiaohuan's head with a thin hand, revealing an extremely rare look of love on his face.

Yunmo sighed, turned a blind eye to the eye darts that Zhou Zhou Xian fired from time to time, and continued to say in a deep voice to Xiaohuan: "Xiaohuan, I told you all this, just to let you know that just like what your grandfather just told me, there are many things in this world that we can't do anything about. Perhaps as our power grows, we can do anything, but there is one opponent that we can never defeat, and that is time. Even if one day you can cultivate to immortality, but the time that passes, no one can make it stop for a moment. Can anyone change what has already happened? No, even if you are no longer willing to be resentful, you can only accept what has passed. ”

His thoughts had already flown thousands of miles away, and it seemed that he was not just saying to Xiaohuan: "Instead of dwelling on the past, it is better to cherish the present and cherish the future." If something happens to you today, your grandfather, your uncle, and me, how sad we will be. Maybe we'll do something for you. Xiaohuan, if it were you, would you like to see us take such an adventure for you?"

"Little Ring, Little Ring Don't! So...... So Xiaohuan wants to do what his grandfather said, the factor that determines the surname. That's why Xiaohuan wanted to try the spell he found in his grandfather's old mansion before. Yunmo's body was shocked, and he looked at Xiaohuan with tears and said word by word: "Xiaohuan wants to grow up quickly, to protect grandpa (Zhou Xian's face turned red), to be able to save more and more people, and to see everyone living happily together." ”

Silently touching Xiaohuan's head, Zhou Xian's words to stop him were finally out of the way. Yunmo looked at her with some innocent, but such firm eyes, squatted down to look at her, held her young shoulders and said to her: "Xiaohuan, since you have such a good heart, I can't stop you, but this ability of yours is self-taught, and you must not use it indiscriminately." I know that there are a few great masters along the way, and if possible, I would like to try to teach you. He paused, his voice trembling slightly: "If it's possible, then...... I'd like to ask you to save someone in the future. ”

Seeing that his grandfather didn't scold him, and hearing Yunmo's request again, Xiaohuan couldn't help but be a little surprised: "Really? Xiaohuan...... It can also help...... Is it?"

Yunmo nodded and affirmed with a smile: "That's natural, but Xiaohuan still has to learn, otherwise I don't worry about a certain little flower cat whose face is crying." ”

Xiaohuan still couldn't stop sobbing, and tried hard to wipe away the water droplets on her face with her little hands, but the tears on her face were mixed with the falling rain, which was too much to wipe away.

She blushed slightly when she was stared at by Yunmo, pulled up the hem of Zhou Yixian's clothes beside her, and wiped her face indiscriminately. He stuck out his tongue self-deprecatingly, but he didn't dare to meet Yunmo's smiling gaze a little shyly, and hid behind Zhou Zhou Xian with a red face.

I don't know if it's an illusion, Lao Zhou's loving face just now disappeared in an instant, and he returned to a philistine appearance, holding his clothes that had been wiped with tears by Xiaohuan, with a feeling of pain.

"Little girl, you, this is my favorite piece of clothing!"

The little girl was finally amused by Zhou Xian's exaggerated roar, and as the shower faded away, the fire in the village had been completely extinguished, and everything seemed to return to the peace that this small village should have.

In the distance, a bold young man touched his head again and beckoned the villagers to return to the village one after another.

In the accounts of the young villagers who had previously met the fire man, Yunmo is depicted as a god descending from the earth, stepping on the colorful auspicious clouds to save them from danger—as if this was the only way to hide their frustration and timidity in the face of the fire man. They took the lead in surrounding Yunmo, and countless words of gratitude and praise came out like money, praising the kindness of Yunmo and others on the one hand, and scolding the ferocity of those demonic murderers and the horror of the flame trolls, and the old man who stayed with them, holding his young granddaughter, looked like a stinky fart of "my vision is absolutely right".

No one remembers that on this night, a young life was transformed into the evil fire demon they called in order to save their name, at the cost of eternal dissipation.

But no one knows that after the soul is gone, this parting is forever......

Later, Yunmo and Zhou Zhou Xian asked Xiaohuan why he took such a risk to try to save that person.

"Because he's a good guy!" Xiaohuan's answer was so direct, so simple.

Yunmo smiled bitterly, can people and things in this world be distinguished by simple good and bad?

Zhou Zhou Xian also smiled bitterly, is it that when we become adults, we see this world as complicated?

The two of them who were deep in thought didn't pay attention, Xiaohuan lowered his head and thought wildly, but they were all Yunmo squatting in front of that person so resentful and unwilling!

In the same way, they didn't know that on this night, the little girl who only had sugar gourds in her eyes before was filled with sorrow in her heart for the first time.

"The Tianchi of the Arctic Ice Field?" In a place where no one is around, Zhou Xian never pays attention to the image, vulgarly buttons his nostrils, and thinks for a while: "The old man has only vaguely heard that in the northern region, there is a huge lake hidden in the depths, called the 'West Sea', and it is said that your Qingyun's 'Tianya Divine Sword' came from there. However, it is rumored that the place where it is located is extremely secretive and dangerous, and no one has been able to find the location of the West Sea for many years. ”

"As for the frozen valley, forgive the old man for being lonely and unheard, the Arctic ice field is full of frozen valleys, even with the knowledge of this great immortal, I don't know where you are referring to. ”

"In that case, I'll look for it myself. Yunmo and Zhou Zhou Xianzu and Sun rested in this small village for several more days, helped the villagers repair the houses in the village, and also collected the corpses of those who unfortunately died, whether good or evil, and innocent, and finally asked the nearby righteous path small sect to send a few disciples to patrol and guard the vicinity of this village as the protector of Qingyun, and then they were relieved to say goodbye to the two and go to the Arctic Ice Sheet to repair their injuries.

"By the way, senior, where are you going, and how am I going to find you in the future?" Yunmo suddenly thought of a key question before leaving, and hurriedly asked.

Lao Zhou squinted his eyes and said angrily: "The old man's unsuccessful disciple was fascinated by a woman, and he followed the woman around every day, and even the old man, the master, forgot about it.

"Southern Xinjiang!" Yun Mo was a little surprised, that place was very dangerous, and the only way was guarded by the Burning Incense Valley, so it would be difficult for those who were idle to go deep into the ......" "Is the old man that kind of idle person?" The miasma of poisonous insects in southern Xinjiang is not worth mentioning to this great immortal. What's more......" Zhou Zhou Xian sneered: "Eight hundred years ago, there was no such trail as before, and the Burning Incense Valley was not located here, so is there no other path?"

Yunmo saw that Zhou Zhou Xian was so determined, and he no longer persuaded him, he didn't know how much time he would need to go, and he didn't agree on a specific time with the two of them. He arched his hand to Zhou Xian, touched Xiaohuan's head again, and walked out of the village without looking back.

Looking blankly at the light rising in the distance and disappearing into the sky in the blink of an eye, feeling the warm touch that seemed to remain above his head, Xiaohuan suddenly thought of the shyness of that thrilling night, and there was something inexplicable in his heart that he couldn't explain, growing madly.