Cen Qianshan is walking on the snow-covered streets, and most of the stone buildings on both sides of the road collapsed and were abandoned for many years.

Occasionally, one or two ragged figures emerged from the broken stone houses. When they saw someone passing by, they quickly retracted into the dark grottoes.

If it weren't for being poor or hiding from enemies, who would have been willing to live in such a deserted ruin, rather than moving into the majestic and solid new city not far away?

This was once a very lively street, carrying too many memories of Cen Qianshan.

Cen Qianshan walked slowly in the snow, and the sounds of the past seemed to be heard on the streets again.

The old man selling frozen pears and sugar snowballs pushed a cart and sold along the street. The magic cultivator who was stepping on the aircraft passed by overhead. The children were playing in the snow. Ordinary people with their hands tucked in their sleeves shrank their heads and rushed in the wind and snow.

In a certain corner, a thin boy was stopped by a few strong skin children and pushed into the alley. After a while, the little boy poked his head out of the dirty alley alone. He looked around and looked at no one, carefully tidied up his clothes, showed a harmless innocent smile of humans and animals, and ran happily towards the direction of home. A painful wailing sound came from the alley behind him.

Cen Qianshan spent almost all the happiest times in his life here.

"Master, Master, wait for me." The small figure ran all the way excitedly. Someone turned around in front of him, holding his hand with the most moving smile in the world.

"What is this Master? Are you giving me food?"

"Did you buy it for me? I don't actually need new clothes."

“Master, where is there?”

“Master, Master…”

That year, someone pulled him out of purgatory, who was covered in filth. He didn't mind his filthyness, nor did he mind his viciousness. He wrapped the weak boy in a blanket, as if he was treating a life worth cherishing, and hugged it in his arms and slowly walked through the snowy road.

That was the first time he felt the warmth in his life, and the first time he knew that he was worthy of being cherished.

Cen Qianshan walked to the end of the road, walked to the only fully preserved residence in this block, pushed open the door and walked into the silent courtyard.

"Master, I've got the Horcrux again, do you want to try it again?" The little puppet on his shoulder spoke.

The master did not answer, but just stopped.

It means not to speak.

The little puppet Qianji jumped off the owner's shoulder, and swung around the ground in the yard, helping to raise a mitsilver magic circle hidden under the bluestone slab.

The magic circle is covered with obscure talismans and strange pictures and texts, all of which are drawn with extremely expensive mitral. The thin silver threads are like reliefs, layered and interlaced to create complex formations. The thick silver array diagram faintly carries a powerful force that shakes the laws of heaven and earth.

This formation is the long-lost Soul Gathering Array of the Netherworld. Cen Qianshan searched and pondered through many years, and spent many years of hard work to gather together.

The Yan family may not know that although he only gave half of the Horcrux, with the blessing of this magic circle, he could try his best to try its effects in advance.

Cen Qianshan took out the purple gold dragon pattern to guide the chime, sat on the edge of the magic circle, and used a soft cloth to wipe the hordes left by the ancient gods. He looked at it carefully and slowly placed it into the center of the magic circle.

Then, he took apart the bandage on his arm, cut his skin with a sharp knife tip, and cut a cross-shaped wound on his arm. Bright red blood fell along his arm and flowed into the mitril silver-white groove.

The scorching red gradually spread through the formation along the silver runes.

The unique cold chin of Mithril was stimulated by the bloody anger, which put a layer of dark blue light on the entire courtyard. The magic array was activated, and the sky and earth were light. The silver lines in the center of the formation seemed to be given life, slowly swimming and bulging up, and finally a demon god with silver lines was standing up from there.

The demon god held a silver pestle in his hand, raised it with extremely slow movements, and slowly knocked it on the purple gold chime.

bite--

The sound of the sound of soul-suming coming from the depths of the underworld. It was also like the soft call of a mother when she was a child, like the touching hometown song in her hometown, which made the listener intoxicated and wished he could not follow him back.

Recalling her master Mu Xue’s soul that was scattered by thunder to help her reshape her body.

Cen Qianshan has tried this countless times over the past century. The countless cross scars crisscrossed on his arms are like a thick old account book, recording his countless absurd behaviors.

Every time, it starts with strong expectations and ends with great disappointment.

The sound of the chime spreads from afar.

The red blood was constantly swallowed by the magic circle.

Until the person who cast the technique gradually became pale and could not continue, there was still no sign of different signs in the center of the powerful formation.

Cen Qianshan took back the formation, sat silently in the courtyard, slowly bandaging his injured arm.

The little puppet turned to him and looked at his face.

I don't know what this artificial puppet learned from that expressionless face, and he spoke with a grunt.

"Master, are you particularly unhappy today?"

It cannot understand its master very much. The master always does such useless things day after day, and inexplicably falls into a low point in his mood.

"You, do you still remember your first master?" The master suddenly spoke to it.

"Master Mu Xue? I don't remember it. I heard that when she was passing the tribulation, I was smashed by the Nine Heavens Divine Lightning together." Qian Ji turned around and showed his old body that had been reassembled. "It was the master, you picked up my body and remade me. I no longer have the memory of the past."

It thought about it and said, "But there is an image of Master Mu Xue in my bright light mirage, so I know her appearance. Master, do you want to see it?"

The master didn't speak.

No words means that it is OK.

Qianji's iron belly opened and a miniature mirage was handed out. The light emitted by the old triangular crystal overlapped with the real courtyard.

The old courtyard seemed to have instantly returned to a hundred years ago, regaining its due vitality.

A glimmer of light flashed beside Cen Qianshan, and a figure appeared.

The man was wearing a crimson dress with black hair and was sitting on a small chair, lowering his head and grinding a kind of ore in the medicine mill.

The place where she appeared happened to be Cen Qianshan, so close that as soon as she looked up, she could see the corner of her mouth with a slightly smiling smile.

But Cen Qianshan never looked up.

His bleeding arm rested on his knees, and long bandages scattered all over the ground. He stared at the blood-stained bandage without moving, as if bright flowers were blooming there.

As long as you don't look at it carefully, the phantom will seem like it is real.

A moment and a short time false truth.

The illusory courtyard gate was pushed open with a creaking sound. A young man who had already raised his body ran in quickly and quickly closed the people with his backhand.

Cen Qianshan looked up at him. The boy had a face exactly the same as him.

The overly bright smile on his face stinged his eyes.

The boy showed a little cunning smile and shouted in that green voice: "Master, I'm back."

"I'm back," the woman in red grinds the potion without raising her head, "Is she fighting with someone again?"

"How could it be? Everyone is very nice to me now." The boy squatted in front of her and took the medicine mill. "Just keep these living masters back and do it."

"Are those monkeys nice to you or are you beaten to you?" The woman in red stretched out her hand and gently pressed her shoulder behind him.

The boy took a breath of air conditioning, his beautiful eyelashes drooped, revealing his pitiful appearance.

"Injured? Is it serious? Show me." The woman carefully uncovered a little of his collar and looked at his neck.

Cen Qianshan looked at his face that was secretly happy.

It turned out that I was so stupid at that time, and I thought I was smart and concealed it very well. In fact, how obviously my thoughts about Master were written on my face.

Back then, the master had experienced his slightest thoughts, but he had no idea.

The light in front of me flashed.

The master in red, the young self, and the new courtyard disappeared in the light.

Only the small puppet was putting away its bright lights and mirage on its own.

The yard is still the quiet and old courtyard, and the empty yard is still the only one who is lonely.

Cen Qianshan slowly stood up, walked into the house without lights, and let himself lie in the small mat.

This mattress is too small and no longer suitable for him who is tall and long as he grows, but he curls up in this corner all year round.

In this corner, it is facing the operating table that Mu Xue once used.

A little snow light reflected in from the window and shone on the half-made magic weapon on the desktop.

Sometimes Cen Qianshan would feel that, perhaps when he woke up, opened his eyes, he could see the familiar back of the master sitting at the table, busy busying himself with concentration, making a reassuring sound.

The years when the master died, his heart was not enough to describe his pain. He curled up alone in this terrible empty room, with his eyes open all night, loneliness was like the sharpest knife, filing his skin with one knife, repeatedly squeezing himself.

In the past, in order to make the master feel pity for himself and love and pamper himself more, he could cry anytime and anywhere.

At that time, my eyes seemed to have dried up. I wanted to cry, but I couldn't even shed a single tear.

Cen Qianshan thought, humans are really a strange creature. No matter how deep the wound is or how much pain it is, as long as it is still alive, it can always heal slowly. Even if it leaves hideous and twisted scars, life will still be passed day by day.
Chapter completed!