"It's all his fault, his godfather's injury is his injury, why do you want me to go to see him, hum, he won't die!" Fan Yue reprimanded.

With a look of disgust, looking into the distance, his straight thick shoulders seemed to have never needed someone to carry everything for him, love and hate were clearly something he couldn't quit in his bones, and this hatred didn't distinguish between objects, including his own father.

For so many years, only Steward Lu knew why Fan Yue had become so cold and irritable, in fact, when he was a child, he was a gentle, kind and very timid child.

Sighing lightly, Steward Lu also made it clear that Fan Yue couldn't listen to these things, and looked up at his back, which was small at first, but now he has to look up.

With relief flashing in his eyes, Steward Lu said secretly: "Time flies so fast, from childhood to adulthood, as long as Yue'er can be safe." ”

Thinking of this, he didn't persuade him anymore, stepped forward and grabbed Fan Yue's hand, and coaxed softly: "Yue'er, godfather's time is running out, I won't make you angry in the future, let's go, take you somewhere." ”

"Bah, godfather, you say this kind of thing again! I don't allow you to say that you still have a long life, and you want to see me cultivate the Yuan Infant to extend your life." Fan Yue didn't follow the way.

He couldn't hear Steward Lu say this kind of thing, as long as he heard that he would be dissuaded, in addition to taking revenge on his father, his greatest wish was to give Steward Lu his life.

The two of them tacitly knew that Fan Yue could more or less perceive that Steward Lu's health was getting worse and worse year by year for so many years, so his father was running around, and he was worried about how much gray his hair was.

This matter has been remembered in Fan Yue's heart since he was a child, and until now, he has been desperately killing people and grabbing treasures, and he has worked hard to keep his family.

It is precisely because Fan Yue's thoughts were discovered by Elder Fan De that he will be so fond of him and infinitely tolerant.

Fan Yue's words, Steward Lu can only understand it, only he understands his own situation, there is only one year left, only one year, the injury a few days ago was beyond the expectations of Elder Fan De and Fan Yue, Jin Shi Hehe Dan did not cure him, but he did not make a noise, firstly, he did not want to trouble Fan De's father and son anymore, and secondly, he also had the intention to go away, and it was enough to live so long.

The state of Steward Lu is when his qi is exhausted, but he still faces the world with a smile, treats his relatives amiably, takes Fan Yue's hand and walks out, nodding his head again and again.

The two walked side by side, flying straight down, through the wings of the butterfly, through the soft clouds, and down the huge stone pillar that supported the butterfly.

No one has carefully measured how thick and long this stone pillar is, but there is a legend that there was no stone pillar here thousands of years ago, only the high mountains towering, straight into the sky, among which there is a big mountain called Baotian Mountain, the top of the mountain can not be seen at a glance from the foot of the mountain, if you want to see the top of the mountain, you must pass through the clouds, some brave mortals are curious about what is on the top of this mountain, whether there will be treasures.

So they went up the mountain one after another, but the mountain is high and the road is dangerous, no one has climbed up for decades, but the more this is the case, the more people have an appetite, and finally one day later, a strong man climbed through the clouds, but he passed through the thick clouds and found that he had only climbed halfway up the mountain, and the top of the mountain actually grew towards the sun.

Under the scorching sun, the top of the mountain could not be seen at all, and the man was unwilling to continue to climb up, but as if he had found a demon, he would automatically return to the same place when he climbed to a certain extent, and after trying a few times, he could only leave with hatred.

However, it was shocked by the height of this mountain, coupled with the miraculous things that happened halfway up the mountain, which gave this mountain a mysterious veil, and over time the name of the mountain was spread, which means the giant mountain that supports the sky.

Until one day, the wind and clouds changed, thunderstorms were repeated, lightning was arm-thick, and the flashes were accompanied by the roar of ten thousand thunders.

In the dark and thick dark clouds, through the electric light, people vaguely saw a butterfly wing, too big, indescribably big, as if the whole weather was covered by it, and frightened everyone into hiding in the house, thinking that it was a monster attacking.

The heavy rain lasted for three days and three nights, causing floods in the mountains and rivers, and the water poured down, and all the villages on the side of the mountain were spared, all of them were submerged, and countless people were killed and injured, and only a few people survived by climbing the Baotian Mountain.

The clouds were in the sky, and people thought that the disaster should be over, but the rain never decreased, and it converged into a river, and the river water rose one foot at a time, except for all the high mountains around the Tianshan Mountain were all submerged, it was a shocking catastrophe, within 10,000 miles, in addition to the immortal cultivators who used great magic to protect their own sects, tens of millions of mortals died here.

The river forced people to climb up the mountain, higher and higher, and the fear of natural disasters permeated everyone's hearts, and there was only one thought in their minds, climbing, constantly climbing up, climbing to a place where the river could not flood, and not daring to turn back.

I don't know when the river stops rising, people just succumb to fear, climb higher and higher, some people are tired to death, some people fall off the cliff due to physical exhaustion, they just need to stop and look back, they can get out of death, but no one looks back, the sad and poor people, the courage has been frightened, no one dares to face this river of death that swallows thousands of lives.

In this way, hunger and cold, wind and rain, fewer and fewer people lived, and the others were indifferent, even if they wanted to reach out to help, they endured it, because it would kill themselves.

Conscience in the face of death, the face of human nature is exposed, the sharp contrast between sacrifice and survival, can really sacrifice oneself in danger are heroes, such heroes have, but there are very few, in the Tianshan Mountain, if there is a hero, drive everyone, then the ending will not be so cruel.

It's a pity that there are no ifs.

As people die, the remaining living climb harder, thinking that as long as they see the sun through the clouds, the warm sunlight can fill them with hope of living.

Putting hope in others and not in themselves is doomed to failure, because they have forgotten that the hot and vigorous heart of man is their own hope.

Shuttling among the dark clouds, everything around is blurred, I can't see my "companions", loneliness finds them again, the thunder shocks the soul, the wind and rain and cold erode the whole body, and in the vast sea of clouds, I am a drop in the ocean.

At this time, they began to question themselves, feeling that they would not succeed, that they would not be able to cross this death zone, and suddenly they felt so tired and miserable to live, why should they struggle, everyone else was dead, why not follow along.

Then, standing up one by one, the villagers who had been flesh and blood, simple and kind, were now in tatters, with numb faces and despair in their eyes, leaping forward, forgetting everything, and stepping into the eternal abyss.

When people are unwilling to give up, they will burst out with powerful and shining power, and when people choose to give up, they will fall to the place where they will never turn over.

In the end, there was only one person who passed through the clouds, a thirteen or fourteen-year-old child, and his thin body contained unimaginable faith, because he was young, so pure, because he was pure, because he was pure, there were no distracting thoughts, and without distracting thoughts, there would naturally be no devil hiding in his heart.

With an emaciated face and a bony body, he hadn't eaten anything serious for seven days, and all he had eaten before was insects, tree roots, and moss, which was not delicious, why did he eat it?

Knees, elbows, palms and soles, all the places where they rubbed against the stones were already bloody and fleshy, and the wounds were white and covered with blood scabs, and new wounds were cut again and again.

But he didn't cry out for pain, he didn't feel pain anymore, he had a white smile on his face, but his eyes were shining with a light comparable to the depths of the sun.

The death of parents, the destruction of homes, and the lack of support cannot stop this child's persistence in life and hope.

His eyes were shining with colorful light, and because he didn't give up, he saw a beautiful scenery that others would never see, and a butterfly with colorful wings in the distance was flapping its wings and looking at him fixedly.

The two met, and the child seemed to understand the heart of the colorful butterfly, and slowly walked towards it, facing the light and hope.

Since then, the colorful butterfly has never moved, and the child has not been seen again.

The heavy rain was stopped by the great power of cultivating immortals who came over, and then left, and the mountains and rivers and land never changed, becoming only the humans and beasts who lived on them.

All the dead corpses were inexplicably brought by the river to the foot of the Baotian Mountain, which can surround the mountain, and there are dead corpses and bones everywhere, maggots and carrion, and vultures gnaw at them from time to time, and the stench of the corpses decaying for ten miles has endured, and the polluted grass and green trees have gradually withered and died.

No one knows how the corpses that were washed away thousands of miles gathered at the same time in the Tianshan Mountain, but even if someone knew, they wouldn't care, since the flood, this is a primeval forest that no one dares to come to.

It was not until a long time that the corpse disappeared, and the Zhutian Mountain slowly became thinner, and finally turned into a stone pillar, which became the pedestal of the second-class sect Butterfly Killing Sect.

As for this legend, there are still some vague points that have not been clearly explained, such as where the children have gone, what are the colorful butterflies, where have the corpses of thousands of men and beasts gone, and how did the Tianshan Mountains become stone pillars? No one can explain them.

Whether it's a legend or a true thing, no one cares, after all, they all listen to legends, and if they are serious, they will lose.

Fan Yue had also heard this legend, and Steward Lu often mentioned it when he was a child, and every time he heard it, he would ask Steward Lu to take him there.

Coincidentally, the two flew here, Fan Yue looked at the stone pillar carved by the wind and sand, with a sigh of emotion, and then asked: "Godfather, where are we going? Do you want to take me to see the stone pillar?"

"Yes and no. Steward Lu turned his head to look at him and said, the gray beard and hair were whiter and brighter than before, fluttering in the wind, with a fairy aura.

It's a pity that Steward Lu's answer made him smug, staring at Steward Lu's eyes, Fan Yue really couldn't guess, he didn't come to see the stone pillar, what was he looking at?

So, he tilted his head and asked, "What is that for? You brought me here since I was a child, is there anything else I haven't seen?"

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