The cyan light is faint and almost imperceptible.

Qingguang rushed into the main hall.

Qingguang stopped on the palm of the young Taoist's hand.

The light faded, and a short sword stopped in midair.

Outside the blue hilt, the cyan sword, which was only half a foot long and as wide as the palm of the hand, was painted with countless brown stripes.

The stripes crisscross each other, separated by fixed-size spaces.

In some of the spaces, there is a little snow white.

It was white ice slag.

The young Taoist frowned, and on his flawless face, between the thin eyebrows like ink, the lines of the Sichuan character were highlighted.

So, in the palm of his right hand, green light gushed out.

The cyan vitality was like a flame, baking the blade of the sword stained with snow.

The flames baked the snowdrops.

Drops of snow turned into water.

Crimson runes emerged from the body of the dagger, and white silkworms of light enveloped the dagger.

The dagger turned into a wooden needle.

The tiny wooden needles fell into the palms of the Taoists along with the water droplets.

As soon as the Daoist's frowning brows stretched, the chill spread from the water droplets to the palms of his hands.

So, the brows that had just been stretched were furrowed again.

The chill quickly disappeared, and the Taoist frowned and thought for a while.

Finally, he shook his head and tucked the wooden needles into the wide sleeves of his coat.

After putting away the wooden needles, Dao Cai turned his head and looked at the middle-aged man who was standing outside the door, waiting, and said indifferently: "Huisheng fruit, is it in this box?"

"Uncle Yu, the fruit has been stored in the jade box for three months and is ready to eat. ”

"Hehe, a hundred years of flowering, a hundred years of fruit, eating one fruit can increase twenty years of cultivation. ”

The young Taoist's handsome and immature face showed a look of excitement, and he laughed.

"Such a treasure can actually be found by Chen Yunfeng, and this territory of thousands of miles should also be dominated by him. ”

The young Taoist excitedly stretched out his hand and opened the jade box held by the middle-aged man.

A crystal round, apple-sized, pure white fruit like a jade box containing it, lying quietly on a pale green juan cloth.

The fruit is placed in the box.

Brilliant brilliance emanates from the fruit, followed by an alluring sweet aroma.

The young Taoist swallowed and frothed and grabbed the jade box containing the fruit in his hand.

He took the jade box in front of him, took a deep breath, and closed the box.

"You go back to Uncle Yu, they have already used the jade talisman. ”

The young Taoist turned his head and looked at the middle-aged Taoist again, with a hint of arrogance in his tone.

"When I leave, close the temple, I want to retreat. ”

Seeing the young Taoist take the jade box, the corner of the middle-aged Taoist's left eye shrank imperceptibly.

Then, the middle-aged Taoist who quickly returned to normal, lowered his head and said respectfully: "Obey." ”

The young Taoist turned around and squatted down and put the jade box on the ground.

The middle-aged Taoist straightened his waist, looked at the back of the young Taoist, looked at the jade box placed on the ground, and turned to leave.

In the west of Caoyun County, under the blue sky, in the bright sunshine.

A group of people walked on the treacherous snowy peak.

A yak, raising its head, let out a loud howl.

The fluffy sideburns that surround the yak's neck shake slightly in the air as the cow advances.

The sideburns are upward, as thin as a hair, and as sharp as a sharp needle.

The back of a cow is maroon red in the sun, wide and flat.

Liu Heng sat diagonally on the back of the ox, and the red halberd rod was placed horizontally on his knees.

On the halberd stem, a red rune is painted.

Between the red runes, there are mottled cracks.

The palms of both hands gently stroked the halberd shaft.

Staring at the halberd, Liu Heng's eyes were soft, and his gaze was like water.

A gust of wind blew down from the top of the mountain, and the wind blew across the foot of the mountain.

The wind blew the corners of Liu Heng's robe on the side of the armor behind his back, and blew the broken hair in front of Liu Hai's forehead.

The wind blew over the snowdrifts at the top of the mountain.

The wind blows through the mountains, forests, trees, and seas.

There was a chill in the wind.

The wind leaves the sound of leaves.

Liu Heng raised his head, was silent for a moment with a puzzled face, and closed his eyes in the wind.

The branches and leaves rub against each other, making a rustling sound.

It's like a parent's words to a child.

Under the corners of the robe that were blown away, there was a slight itchy touch.

It's like a lover's caress for a beloved.

So, tears flowed out of Liu Heng's eyes.

Two lines of tears slid across Liu Heng's cheeks.

Liu Heng opened his eyes and wiped his cheeks with the fingers of his right hand.

Look at the droplets of water on your fingers.

Liu Heng, whose face was even more puzzled, raised his head a little uneasily and looked at the sky.

Looking at the vast blue sky, Liu Heng's heart was inexplicably filled with pain.

In the end, despite the astonishment of others, he couldn't stop sobbing.

"Why?" Touching his forehead with his palm, Liu Heng's face showed a helpless look.

"Is there sand in your eyes?"

A deep, hoarse but puzzled voice came from ahead.

The man who walked in front of Liu Heng on foot turned his head to look at Liu Heng, who was constantly snotting.

The face is densely ringed, with a needle-like protruding beard, unkempt and scattered hair, copper-colored wrinkle-free skin, a water chestnut face with a clear Chinese character face, a high and firm nose bridge, and a pair of bright eyes.

The eyes were bright, and there was no color in them.

There are no impurities.

But there is no completely clean thing in the world, and in those dust-free eyes, Liu Heng's figure is like a boulder falling into the lake, and it is natural to ripple.

Some disdain, and some worried expressions were revealed in the ripples.

The man wiped his hands on the wrapped tiger skin, grinned, and said, "Good and decent, why are you crying?"

"It's nothing, it's sand in the eyes. ”

Liu Heng smiled, raised his hand, wiped the tears on his face with the back of his hand, and stopped sobbing and said, "Hehe, thank you for your concern, Uncle Chi." ”

"Nothing, don't be so reasonable. Hearing this, the man frowned, touched the back of his head with both hands, and said with a big grin: "Also, don't look at me like this, I'm younger than you, you will be like them in the future, just call me Chief Chi." ”

"Oh, brother Guigeng?"

"Twenty. ”

Looking at the beard that continued to reach his chest on the chin of the chieftain, Liu Heng touched the pale green fluff on his chin that was almost invisible, and a strong sense of inferiority suddenly rose in his heart.

"When you went out of the mountain yesterday, the child who carried your luggage in the crowd of people on the mountain road was your brother?"

"It's not. There was a hint of doubt on the face of the chieftain, but there was a hint of warmth in those bright and clean eyes.

"That's my son. ”

"......" The corners of Liu Heng's eyes twitched, and after being speechless for a moment, he arched his hand and replied: "It is worthy of Ling Lang, it is really powerful and powerful, and he has the style of a father." ”

Hearing this, Chief Chi's face suddenly showed a look of ecstasy.

As soon as he jumped from the ground, he jumped onto the broad back of the yak.

Then, he sat straight beside Liu Heng.

"Speaking of my son, you don't know, I'll tell you ......"

“......”