Chapter 27 Clear Water Washes the Blue Heart

Qin Yi said in surprise, "Shouldn't these seven wonders have gone to the Three Immortals? How could they appear here in Jinling?" This has to be talked about a few days ago.

It turned out that on that day, Qi Miao left Xiaoyaozong and said goodbye to his brother Danyang. He flew high with his sword and galloped all the way south. He asked Li Xiu ghost seeds and Qin Yi and Chen Kai to lead the relationship between the right people in the right way. He did not meet the enemy on the road, and it was quite smooth.

This day's wind and clouds suddenly changed, and the day was full of haze. Looking at it, it was about to rain. At this time, Qimiao returned to his original appearance as a man. He saw that he was tall and beautiful, with sparse eyebrows. Facing the wind and clouds between heaven and earth, he had a calm look on his face.

His sword flew high and was about to break through the haze. At this time, the sky, which had been dark, suddenly flashed, and a lightning struck the sky, and the huge raindrops crackled down.

Qi Miao slightly casts magic and exerts its power, shining white light around it, blocking the rain and cold air outside. At this moment, the sky and the world were vast and dark, and only Qi Miao had a faint light spot to face the storm alone.

The rainstorm was sad. At this time, Qi Miao suddenly heard a faint roar from afar. The sound was getting louder and louder from far and near, and the sound of its agitation gradually became like thunder, and accompanied by the sound was a more and brighter white light.

The white light is getting closer and closer. The white light is dazzling, and it is roaring towards Qi Miao.

Qi Miao was slightly surprised. He raised his eyes and stared. There was a figure in the white light. This was an old man wrapped in a white cloak. He clenched a sword. The sword was about five feet long, and its body was as thin as a needle, pointing firmly to Qi Miao.

The old man's face was solemn, and his fierce eyes were full of unprecedented spirit. The thin sword was wrapped in a strong murderous intention between heaven and earth, which was actually caused by a blow.

The blow was like thunder and lightning, which was unparalleled.

Qi Miao had no time to be stunned and had no time to be stunned. The old man had bullied him three feet close to him. This thin sword, with a rush, pierced his chest fiercely...

With a bang, the sword and chest did not pierce the touch of the body.

It turned out that in Qi Miao's arms, there was a heavy treasure of the Anle Hou family. The Nanmu box, the thin sword went straight to the wooden box. However, how grand this rush was, and the bang was made when the wooden box was smashed by the power of the thin sword....

At this moment, there was a green atmosphere in the wooden box, which seemed to block the thin sword. However, the old man's sword in white did not stop at all, and there was no delay. He only heard another sound, and the green gas was also dissipated...

This is what happened in the lightning, but when Qi Miao reacted, the thin sword was no longer obstructed and pierced straight into his chest.

His face was shocked and inexplicably. He looked at the thin sword that had fallen deep in his chest and saw the old man. The pain and disbelief on his face were entangled. He couldn't help asking in a trembling voice, "Who are you...?"

"Yan Huazi." The old man looked straight into Qi Miao's eyes and said in a rough voice.

"It turned out to be Xikunlun Shouwen, no wonder..." Qi Miao suddenly realized and couldn't help smiling bitterly. He struggled to ask, "How did you find me?"

"Other guys are all speculing your whereabouts. I can find you because of your baby." Arrogance flashed in the old man's eyes.

"This..." Qi Miao still wants to ask

"If you want to use the treasure of the world's yin to softness to integrate the world's supreme strength, you have a good idea. Because of this precious treasure, you have lived so long, but don't talk nonsense..." The old man didn't say much. He pulled out his sword from his seven wonderful heart and only heard the latter's cry. The old man in white Waving his sleeves, he hit Qi Miao high from mid-air...

"I can find you because I am the last person in the world after seeing this treasure for hundreds of years." The old man whispered, and there was a little loneliness on his face, " Farewell, Bixin..."

Qimao fell sharply, and the helpless Zhengyan fell from the sky. His consciousness was chaotic. At this time, the wind and rain were mixed between heaven and earth. However, the sad rain and the old man's rough mine sound were getting farther and farther away.

He crossed the sky alone, and his silver hair floated casually in this sad wind and rain. He had a faint idea in his heart: "Am I going to die?"

At this moment, his heart is full of thoughts. He and Danyang are the two babies carried by the ancestor of Xiaoyao. As soon as he remembers the story, he followed the ancestor to learn the scriptures and monasticism. The pictures of his childhood are the ancient and secluded mountain path, the lush forest, or listening to the strict teachings of the ancestor, or with Danyang The younger brother laughed at Yan Yan.

Because of his similar age, he was relatively close to Shen Danyang, and his separated brothers were a little estranged. One night when he was 14 years old, his ancestor solemnly gave him a task. He was panicked and a little unwilling.

He secretly felt that his ancestor preferred his younger brother Danyang more. He was a little wronged, but finally helpless. That night, he killed someone for the first time.

He was a righteous spy. He still remembered the man's unyielding eyes, his trembling hand, and the blood splashed on his face after stabbed the man with a sword.

Many nights after that, he wandered on the edge of Xiaoyaozong and found and killed every righteous agent who invaded southern Xinjiang. Gradually, his hands no longer hesitated and trembled and no longer cared about the blood.

At the age of 17, another night, the ancestor gave himself the cold water sword. The sword was about five feet long, and the sword body was like autumn water. The faint chill of the sword reflected the indifference in his heart. There was still a smile on his face, but his heart was calm.

He no longer felt wronged, but guarded the sect with his heart. He took this as his home, because he was originally a child without a family. He guarded his master and brother Danyang, because they were his only relatives.

They are the little softness left in his indifferent heart.

At this time, there was only a trace of blood in his heart, which was his passing life.

The next picture returned to the moment when the ancestor of Xiaoyao passed on the throne to the suzerain of Danyang. That day, the ancestor called all the disciples in the Xiaoyao sect and said in front of everyone that the next master of the sect was his little brother Shen Danyang. At this moment, everyone was shocked and noisy. He stood with his hand in his hand. He didn't say anything, but looked at Shen Danyang with a smile. Danyang also looked back at him, and his face was full of ecstasy.

On that day, Brother Tianmu led his disciples to run away in anger. After that, Xiaoyao's ancestor died, and Qi Miao only felt a thump in his heart. He understood that the soft part of his heart broke a foot.

A few nights, he joined hands with Danyang to kill Tianmu. The latter ran around and was embarrassed. He remembered the way Danyang walked against the wind, remembered the brocade he waved to pass down by his ancestors, and the moment he cracked the treasure of Marquis Shen:

Shen Danyang was calm, and he shouted: Xuanfei!

From the three silk brocade dancing in the air, a pair of green jade hands suddenly born...

At this time, there was a sound in his mind, as if something had melted in his mind.

Consciousness was pulled back to reality. It turned out that the review of the first half of life just now was just a flash.

"I'm going to die..." he muttered.