Chapter 1 Bamboo Valley

Recently, a lot of things have happened in Tianyuan mainland, and the most eye-catching of which is naturally the confrontation between the two most dazzling characters, Xiaohong and Blood Eater.

The result was unexpected. The blood-eating person with the artifact was lost, and it was very miserable. Even the sigh of the artifact god was taken away and returned to the original owner. But what is more shocking is that the winner Xiaohong has become a traitor of the right path and his whereabouts are still unknown.

There is a valley between the Xuantian Mountains and the Heifeng Mountains. This valley is protected by a strong prohibition. Those who have not broken the virtual state or the great age have found such a valley. What they see is only a piece of woodland, and they can't get into it. In this valley, there are bamboo trees and a green ocean. Occasionally, the breeze blows and the rustling sound makes people feel relaxed and happy.

There is a large open space deep in the bamboo forest, full of beautiful flowers and green grass, and there is a hut dotted in the open space. At this time, there was a man sitting next to the cottage, dressed in a white robe, with long silver hair casually, indescribable freehand. He sat there as if integrated with the surrounding environment, which was part of this place.

He is Xiaohong. Xuantianzong looked for him all over the mainland, but he didn't know that he was at the foot of the Xuantian Mountains. And this valley was the valley where he first met Mengxuan. They called it Bamboo Forest Valley.

Looking at Xiaohong's extreme freehandness from a distance, he found that the sadness occasionally revealed in his eyes looking at the sky was so heartbreaking.

"Meng'er, how are you?" Xiaohong said softly. At this time, he would sit by the hut, because in the days when he was injured, Meng Xuan would play with those small animals on the grass in front of him every day. Sitting here, he seemed to see her. That lovely smiling face, bright and happy laughter.

Ten years have passed since that war. For ten years, Xiaohong has been sitting here every day.

Gradually, the sun is fading, and the evening is a little cold. Xiaohong stood up slowly. He gently wrapped his body like a mortal, and he felt a trace of coolness. It's not a cold body, but a cold heart.

"Squeak!" Xiaohong opened the door of the hut and looked back at the grassland under the sunset. He said gently, "Meng'er, tomorrow is my parents' sacrifice day. I'm going out to worship them. I may come back to see you in a few days. Good night!"

After saying that, he walked into the room, and soon after, the even breathing sounded and he fell asleep. For ten years, he has never meditated and practiced at night. Xiaohong, who was sleeping, may have seen Meng Xuan, and the corners of his eyes were unconsciously wet again.

Yong, Yaoge, Yao Yan stared at a fire pool in front of him, where there was a blazing fire, and a man lay in the golden flame. It was Mengxuan that Xiaohong missed day and night. There was a golden fire phoenix flying around her. Suddenly, the loud phoenix sound resounded throughout the whole Valley of Medicine, and all the fierce beasts fell on the ground trembling in the sound of the phoenix and looked at the Medicine Pavilion in horror.

With the sound of phoenix singing, Yao Yan's eyes suddenly lit up and looked hotly at the fire pool, "Meng'er, wake up quickly."

"Oh!"

Maybe she heard the sound of Yao Yan, Meng Xuan in the fire pool suddenly opened her eyes, and the loud phoenix sounded again, this time from Mengxuan's mouth. The flame of the whole fire pool seemed to be stirred by an invisible hand. It suddenly turned up, and the golden flames lingered up, and the golden flame tornado went straight up to the sky, and the magnificent breath swept all directions.

Meng Xuan turned into a golden phoenix and circled up the golden tornado. When she rushed to the sky, the whole world made a loud noise, and the dazzling golden light exploded in an instant, making the whole Yaozong unable to see it. Above the sky, the dazzling golden light dominated, and a golden flame slowly grew in the golden light. In the flame, a peerless beauty slowly appeared.

"Rebirth in the fire!" Yao Yan looked at Mengxuan in the flames and couldn't help muttering. With a bang, three figures suddenly appeared beside Yao Yan and looked at Mengxuan with an excited face. In their eyes, there was only respect for the emperor. These three were the three elders of the Red Flame Jinfeng family, and one of the purple-haired old man was Fengxuan, the elder of the Red Flame Jinfeng family.

"Ten years, the emperor has finally been reborn in the fire, Yao Yan, I don't think you will stop me from bringing the emperor back to the holy land of my clan this time." Fengxuan looked at Mengxuan and said in a low voice. There was some anger in his words.

Yan knew where his anger came from. If they hadn't sent the "fire pool" in time, I'm afraid Mengxuan would have dissipated. Over the years, he has been busy with Meng Xuanyao Yan. He said tiredly, "As long as Menger agrees, you can take her away."

"The emperor will definitely agree."

The magnificent scene in the sky has lasted for three days and three nights. For the practitioners, three days and three nights are just a flick.

"Look." One of the three elders suddenly said. Mengxuan suddenly opened her eyes in the only golden flame in the air. The golden flame in her eyes ignited, and all the flames were immersed in Mengxuan's body like whale absorbing water. She looked down, and an invisible pressure dissipated in an instant. Everyone felt a trembling, and their cultivation was low and even had the impulse to worship.

"Emperor!" The three elders looked excitedly and piously at Meng Xuan, who slowly fell from the air.

"Congratulations on the rebirth of the emperor." Fengxuan came forward and said excitedly.

"Thank you to the three elders." Meng Xuan nodded to the three people, and then looked at Yao Yan. Although she was in a coma, she knew clearly what happened around her. She took everything Yao Yan had done for her over the years. Mengxuan couldn't help but feel guilty when she saw Yao Yan's tired figure. Yao Yan's dedication to her was beyond the master's love for her disciples. She felt even more that Yao Yan regarded her as her own daughter.

"Master, you..." The words were choked, and there were some things that could not be said in words.

"As long as you live, as long as you live." Yao Yan looked at Mengxuan, with crystal tears shining in his eyes.

"Master..." Meng Xuan couldn't help jumping into Yao Yan's arms and sobbing. The latter patted him on the back and enjoyed the last reunion.

After a long time, Meng Xuan and others gradually calmed down and Fengxuan said, "Your Majesty, please return to us. The clan needs you."

"I know. Before that, I have to go to a place first." Mengxuan wiped the tears on her face and looked in one direction, where it was the Bamboo Valley.

Hunter Village, which has been slaughtered by the Demon Sect, has been overgrown with weeds and desolate. At the former site of Hunter Village, there is a huge tomb standing there. In front of the tomb stands a man, who is Xiaohong.

The memorial items have already been arranged. Xiaohong has been standing in front of the tomb for a few days. A gust of wind blows, a fragrance in front of the tomb burned out, and the spark gradually dimmed until it disappeared.

"Dad, mother..." Xiaohong suddenly said, and in a few days, he finally opened his mouth, "I found Haohao, but he, he..."

He couldn't say any more. He clenched his hands and didn't notice that his fingertips went deep into the palm of his flesh. The white knuckles and harsh breath showed that Xiaohong's mood was extremely unstable at this time.

"Alas..." Xiaohong closed his eyes and sighed heavily. After looking at the words on the tombstone with affection, Xiaohong took a deep breath and said slowly, "Dad, mother, I will come to see you again next year."

The lonely figure gradually disappeared into the boundless mountains and forests, leaving only the leaves swaying in the wind.

"Meng'er, I'm coming." Near the bamboo forest valley, Xiaohong couldn't help but accelerate his pace.

The bamboo valley is still as quiet, peaceful and beautiful as ever. Next to the cottage, there is an ancient tree naturally oblique, with strong branches, fine needle leaves, and a green charm. A green vine wraps around the trunk and climbs up. The blank spot between the mottled shadow of the tree is sprinkled on the swing made of several drooping green vines, which is particularly unique. Meng Xuan sat on it at this time, with her elbows on her legs, her hands holding her chin, and her eyes were blurred.

Suddenly, a footstep attracted Mengxuan's attention. She was always so familiar with this sound. He quickly stood up and looked in the direction of the footsteps.

In the reflection of the bamboo forest, a figure appeared in Mengxuan's sight. He was dressed in a white robe and long silver hair casually. When Meng Xuan saw his eyes, her heart suddenly jumped and tears flowed uncontrollably. He is no longer the same as before. He is no longer the cheerful and joking man. The silence in his eyes is so heartbreaking.

"Xiaohong!" Meng Xuan couldn't help shouting in a low voice.

The moving figure suddenly stopped and slowly raised his head, shocked, ecstatic, excited... I can't tell what it felt. Xiaohong under the bamboo shadow instantly disappeared in place and appeared in front of Meng Xuan and hugged her tightly.

"Dream, dream..."

PS: I'm back. Let's update a chapter today. Let's see if it can be three updates. It has disappeared for so long. I'm sorry, everyone...