I don't know how long it took, but Yang Kun suddenly woke up and sat up suddenly, gasping for air and his hands trembling slightly.
When he fell asleep just now, his mind was filled with ferocious faces, blood and bones, nightmares, and unspeakable suffering.
He calmed down and looked around. He saw that this was an ordinary wing room with two small windows. The furnishings in the room were simple and clean. There were only a few pine tables and chairs with kettles and cups on them. They took up half of the room.
, is a large kang connected together, with nine beds on it. Except for the one where he is lying now, the quilt next to him is a little messy, as if someone has just slept on it. As for the others, the quilts are neatly folded.
Qi, meticulous.
On the wall directly above the nine beds, there is a banner hanging with two big words: Immortal Way!
Looking at it like this, it looks like an ordinary guest room in an inn, or a room where several disciples share a room to learn from a master.
Yang Kun sat for a while, and suddenly a thought came to his mind involuntarily: Is everything a nightmare? Maybe I have been sleeping here all the time. Maybe when I walked out of this room, my grandpa had already prepared the meals as usual.
Bar.
Thinking of the delicious food cooked by his grandfather, Yang Kun quickly got out of bed, put on his shoes, and walked towards the door step by step.
The door was ajar. Through the crack of the door, there was a slight breeze blowing in, making it cool.
He walked step by step, his hands clenching tighter and tighter. His heart was beating hard and he held his breath. Soon, he walked to the door and put his hand on the door.
At that moment, this wooden door was as heavy as a mountain and as heavy as iron!
He gritted his teeth, made a cruel move, and opened the door with a squeak.
The bright outdoor light suddenly shone in, causing him to squint his eyes. The warm sunshine fell on his body, giving him a faint warmth.
However, his heart suddenly fell into the ice cellar.
Outside the door is a small courtyard with several pines and cypresses, a few bushes of grass and trees, and a few fragrant flowers blooming happily. In front of the door is a corridor leading to the outside of the courtyard. Four feet in front of the door, there are several steps.
Connected to the courtyard and corridor.
At the corner of the steps, a young man in white sat alone, his face in his hands, sitting there in a daze, motionless.
Perhaps the sound of the door opening alerted him. The young man in white hesitated for a moment and slowly turned his head.
Bai Jingyun.
Yang Kun opened his mouth wide, with thousands of questions in his mind, but when his words reached his lips, they fell silent.
He wanted to shout again, but his heart was so depressed that he couldn't shout.
Two lines of tears just fell down quietly.
The two children just stared at each other in silence.
From an unknown place in the distance, there are quiet birdsong. The sky is blue and there are a few white clouds.
Yang Kun sat on the other side of the steps, lowered his head, looking at the stone path in the courtyard.
There was silence in the small courtyard.
I don't know how much time passed like this, but Bai Jingyuan said slowly: "I woke up earlier than you, and there were still a few people in the room at that time. I asked them, this is the Pure Yang Peak of the Immortal Sword Sect."
Yang Kun whispered: "Immortal Sword Sect..."
Yang Yulong said: "I heard from them that they were a few disciples of the Immortal Sword Sect who were passing by. When they saw the village, in the village..." At this point, his voice couldn't help but choked up. He stretched out his hand and rubbed his eyes vigorously.
, took a deep breath, and continued: "Later, when they saw that the two of us were still alive, they took us up the mountain."