Chapter 16 Who is the prophet who wakes up from the big dream

The heavy light was like being in a sea of fire, and the turbulent heat in all directions made him restless, and his murderous heart was rampant, and there was nowhere to vent. With a bloody courage, he violently waved the sharp sword in his hand and chopped randomly, but the blade of the sword seemed to stick to an invisible cobweb. The greater the force he waved, the stronger the restraint he was.

The murderous intention in his heart was like a warming water stove, on the edge of storming, but a trace of coldness came from the depths of his heart, which cooled his enthusiasm. What's wrong with me? How could this happen? Suddenly, it was bright, like a deep fog dissipating, and a real world scene appeared. He immediately saw Xie Xiaofeng opposite him. In his cold eyes like a snowy mountain, he rarely showed a shocking expression. Then a flash of flush on his face, blood sprayed from his mouth, and his body retreated back.

In front of the villa below, Xie Xiaoyu came when he heard the sound. When he saw this scene, his soul suddenly flew out of the sky and shouted sadly, "Dad!" Liu Yi drew his sword in his hand, and his body was electric. The sword light cut to the heavy light's throat, but it was rebounded back by the other party's protective spirit and fell to the ground in confusion.

The grief in Xie Xiaoyu's eyes disappeared, and her eyes stared at the heavy light in the air like a poisonous snake, and her eyes showed coldness deep into the bone marrow. Xie Xiaofeng's body fell down like a messy fallen leaf in the wind. When he was about to touch the ground, he was hugged by Xie Xiaoyu.

The confusion in the heavy light's eyes was replaced by shock, and the dark sword light flowed in the air. Suddenly, he sobbed and flew back to him and disappeared. He looked at his hands, subconsciously muttered a few times, then shouted, flew away wildly, and disappeared in an instant.

Liu Yi turned over and climbed up from the ground and was about to chase him, but he was stopped by Xie Xiaofeng, who woke up: "Don't chase him, let him go." Xie Xiaoyu looked at her father with surprise and joy, with tears in the corners of her eyes.

The heavy light is like an angry tiger, running wildly in the wind, flying sand and stones wherever it passes, and the wind and clouds change color. It was not until dawn that he gradually calmed down and set foot on an uninhabited hill. He gradually paused, knelt down on one knee, supported the ground with his hand, and shouted angrily in mid-air: "What on earth do you want!"

Echos wandered repeatedly in the valley, as if they were torturing heaven and earth. There was silence in the void without any response. Chongguang sat on the ground dejectedly, summoned out the dark flying sword, stroked the strange streamer flashing on the sword, and his eyes were uncertain and changed.

When the first ray of sunlight penetrated the clouds in the morning, the heavy light had returned to calm and walked calmly on the streets of Chengdu. There were people coming and going on the street, and no one noticed the young man with a pair of strange heavy pupils. He quietly walked to the door of the Junyue Inn, but there was no wave in the sea. His heart moved, which was obviously a touch of consciousness that he had left on Aunt Hua before, and he quietly entered the city.

The heavy light shook his body and turned into a sword light and went straight to the Taishou Mansion, which was the source of divine consciousness. In front of the gate of the Taishou Mansion, several monks with different colors surrounded a carriage and were about to drive into the courtyard, but a black light suddenly flew from the sky and hit the car in front of the carriage.

There was an exclamation in the crowd, like thunder in a silent place. The monks urged the magic power, and the continuous sword light and thunder bombardment, but they saw the young man's sleeves that had just replaced the driver's position waved, took all the offensive, bounced back with a turnaround, and shouted softly: "Get out!"

Everyone exclaimed, and the driver who was kicked off the carriage turned over and stood up and looked at the heavy light on the car in surprise. Chongguang recognized this person at a glance, and it turned out to be He Jin, the relative of Wei Chaozong!

He sensed that there were countless vitality fluctuations within a hundred miles. It seemed that a large number of monks were coming. He immediately stopped hesitating, urging the sword light and driving the carriage out of the crowd. Those monks wanted to intercept, but could not resist the heavy light flying sword, and suddenly dispersed as birds and beasts.

The carriage ran all the way, and by the supporting monks arrived, it had already gone like a yellow crane. Chongguang rushed out of the city with the skill of shrinking the door and rushed out of the city, then abandoned the carriage, took out the unconscious flower girl from the carriage, clamped it under her ribs, and accelerated her escape.

He rushed to a small town 500 miles away from Chengdu and felt that no one was chasing him, so he found a clean inn, placed the flower aunt in the guest room**, and covered her with a quilt. Xiao Er sent a pot of hot water from the store outside the door. He got up and took it, sent Xiao Er away, applied a hot towel to Aunt Hua's forehead, and quietly looked at the sleeping woman in front of him.

The woman's eyebrows were so familiar that in his childhood, except for his mother, it was the face that accompanied him the most. No matter how cold or summer comes, spring, autumn and winter, this woman who cares about herself like her mother has never left. This face carried so many memories that he came close to him, but he couldn't believe it.

He took Aunt Hua's hand and urged the vitality to infuse into the other party's body, reconcile yin and yang, and repair the loss. He used such precious Taoist spirit on the other party without hesitation. Looking at the flower girl's face gradually ruddy, the wrinkles on her face also showed signs of fading, and a look of relief flashed in his eyes.

"Ouch", Huagu woke up from her deep sleep, and her eyes were not confused, which was a rare clear color. She raised her head, looked at the heavy light with a concerned face, and said suspiciously, "You, you--" Suddenly, her expression changed greatly and exclaimed, "Young master!" Suddenly, he fainted again.

Chongguang was shocked, and the vitality in his hand intensified to wake up Aunt Hua once again. Looking at the strange and familiar heavy pupil young man in front of her, Hua Gu asked suspiciously, "Young master, is it really you?" The heavy face sank like water and looked at her quietly: "Aunt Hua, it's me. Don't hide it anymore. I don't know what's going on."

With a cry, Aunt Hua was about to faint again, but she was held by Chongguang, and her vitality poured into her body like a tide, which made her more sober than ever before, and a strange flush flashed on her face. She looked excited and muttered to herself, "You're not dead. You're really not dead!"

She was crazy and talking nonsense for a long time, waiting patiently on the side, using her vitality to regulate her body and mind and repair her shape. After more than half an hour, Aunt Hua gradually calmed down, and there was a trace of enlightenment in her eyes, which was unprecedentedly calm.

She pushed her hand away, took out a comb from her arms, and cut her hair. Chongguang waited patiently and finally waited for her to speak, but it was no longer a kind tone in childhood: "Young master, I didn't expect you to grow up so much. Do you know what happened back then?"