The full moon sets off the dark night, and the stars are cold in the sky.
The cold wind groans, and the feeling is deep and confused.
The cold night can't calm the sorrowful heart. The hot blood has not yet cooled down. Although the heart is filled with endless sorrow, it can't suppress the endless anger.
Family love, before we have time to talk about it, is separated forever. The burning feeling like blood is thicker than water, and the roaring pain deep in the bone marrow still makes people tremble.
At this moment, Ling Tianyun was like a walking corpse. His eyes were empty and without any luster. He stared blankly ahead. In front of him, there were endless mountains of tranquility, and the moonlight was pouring down on these mountains like silver.
, hazy, as if covered with a layer of frost-colored veil.
Vaguely, the bones in his body made bursts of roaring sounds. He could clearly feel that the joints of his bones seemed to be under tremendous pressure, and they were constantly making creaking and groaning sounds. His whole body was feeling unbearable.
Huge pain spread around him like a tidal wave, but he didn't seem to care about it, still looking straight ahead with his eyes blankly as if he didn't know anything.
Next to him were several wine jars that had long been empty. Some were smashed to pieces, and some were tilted and fell over. However, those wine jars had long been empty of wine. The air was filled with a strong smell of alcohol.
, and there is an aura of blood that is difficult to erase, which is a vague bloodthirsty aura that spreads out involuntarily from his body.
Even though there was a raging anger in his chest, waves of powerlessness rushed into his mind. Even though he had great ambitions in his heart, he was repeatedly touched by the bloody scenes that stirred up blood all over the sky.
The rain extinguished these sentiments.
The pale face, the kind face, the slender figure, the sudden leap of life and death, all of this turned into a picture and was fixed in his mind. The Feng family's scorching hell.
Fiery fire, devastated ruins everywhere, a blur of blood, and the calls before death were all frozen in his mind. Like time frozen, the wordless and silent replays came to life again.
A tearing pain like a thousand arrows piercing the heart came through my body.
The boiling blood roared, trying to escape from the cage, and the groaning bones seemed to play exciting music. The fiery passion kept swirling in his chest for a long time.
The wordless night and the wordless wind are blowing one heartbreaking tragic piece after another. In the boundless deep sky, it seems to comfort the departed heroes, lighting up the lights that keep flickering.
The star lanterns illuminate the next road ahead for these departed heroes.
At this time, Ling Tianyun was in the Wutai Mountains in the south of Daizhou. He was on a large rock on top of a small peak in the Wutai Mountains. Not far from him, there was a small abandoned temple with mottled plaques and blurry
The handwriting is no longer distinguishable, so it is impossible to tell what kind of temple this is.
In the dilapidated courtyard, spider webs can be seen everywhere, collapsed walls can be seen everywhere, and withered grass is everywhere. Under the corner, I don’t know whether it is because of the appearance of the Buddha or the clear weather after the snow. There is actually a green bud with a curious look.
My eyes poked out its wonderful little head from between the cracks in the wall.
The four winds are blowing, dead leaves are flying, and the mottled tree shadows are swaying wantonly. There is no complete wall in the dilapidated small temple, and it is ventilated on all sides. The cold wind that penetrates from the wall makes a wailing sound that is as terrifying as a ghost's cry.
A person walked out of the temple. He was wearing a brocade robe and a python. He was eight feet tall. His burly body carried an extraordinary temperament, just like a real dragon entering the world. The most amazing thing is that this person was born with a red face.
Just like Guan Erge, the righteous Bo Yuntian during the Three Kingdoms period. What is even more surprising is that this person still has a faint fragrance on his body, which is an innate fragrance.
This man was carrying a long stick that reached his eyebrows. The stick had a faint golden light and exuded a mighty aura that shook the mountains. He raised his eyes and looked, and his target was Ling Tianyun, who was sitting on a large rock and staring blankly.
A brilliant ray of light shot out from the man's eyes, and at the same time he let out a long sigh. It could be seen from his eyes that this man showed concern for Ling Tianyun.
"It's been three days, and none of the leaders have moved. It seems that what happened to the Feng family has hit him hard. If he can't bear it, he will collapse. This is the knot in his heart. If he gets through it smoothly, then what will happen to him in the future?
Creation is extraordinary. Alas, I hope he can get out of his inner demons as soon as possible."
Or whispering, or telling someone else, the red-faced man murmured, and as soon as he finished speaking, a slender figure appeared next to him. It was a man in black clothes.
A somewhat enchanting woman, the tight-fitting black clothes vividly outline the woman's exquisite curves.
The woman's beautiful eyes turned, but her gaze also stayed on Ling Tianyun, who was as motionless as a dead tree not far away. It could not be an illusion or something, but the red-faced man saw a trace of something in the eyes of the woman in black.
His subtle tenderness seemed like resentment, but he was still angry.
"Is he still like that?" The woman in black asked the red-faced man. In fact, she knew the answer without asking, but she still subconsciously asked the red-faced man.
The red-faced man smiled slightly and answered the other party, but there was a trace of curiosity in his eyes. He wanted to know what the story was between this woman and the boy who was sitting motionless. He was very sure that they knew each other.
of.
If Ling Tianyun turned around and saw this woman, then he must know this person. This woman in black is an old friend of his in Baishui Pass, the black lady under Guo Huaian's tent. When Ling Tianyun left Baishui City,
He was even teased by her, causing Ling Tianyun to run away.
At this time, it had been more than ten days since the massacre of the Feng family in Daizhou. The crescent moon that was like a scimitar had turned into a huge disk, hanging high in the sky as dark as an abyss.
After the Feng family was wiped out, a storm suddenly broke out in the Northern Han Dynasty. Everyone in the world was talking about the same thing. No one knew the outcome, and no one knew who did it. However, a piece of conclusive news spread. That was that the Feng family owned
A map of Huang Gong’s treasures in the late Tang Dynasty. That Huang Gong was Huang Chao in the late Tang Dynasty. It is said that he captured Chang’an City and plundered a large amount of gold and silver treasures. Later, he placed these treasures in a secret place. After Huang Chao’s death,
The treasure became an unsolvable mystery after his death. Some people said that he asked someone to draw a map of the treasure and arranged for his confidants to hide it. Although all of this was just speculation, the treasure map was suddenly revealed.
Someone with good intentions came out, and the Feng family was once again pushed to the forefront of the storm.
However, Ling Tianyun didn't know all this, because after he was knocked unconscious by Wang Tong's lieutenant using a strange weapon, he was unconscious for three or four days. Feng Bupo took him and the few remaining members of the Feng family hostage.
He fled all the way, rushed out of Daizhou City and reached Mount Wutai.
Fortunately, the other non-martial arts members of the Feng family did not suffer too many casualties under the protection of Zhang Xiaofeng. After Wang Tong withdrew his troops, he led the rest of the Feng family to Mount Wutai to join Feng Bupo and others.
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At this point, the Feng family was officially removed from Daizhou, and the Daizhou government neither investigated nor reported it. It seemed that this matter had nothing to do with Daizhou. In addition to the overwhelming exclamation in the hearts of the citizens of Daizhou, everything changed.
Normalcy returned to normal. The Feng family followed their after-dinner arguments, and various suspicions spread from this generation of states.
The affairs of the Feng family are like the waves in the rough sea. Although they rise several feet high, everything sinks to the bottom of the sea.
When Zhang Xiaofeng led the rest of the Feng family to Wutai Mountain, they happened to meet Tan Tianya, the eldest lady of the Tan family who escaped first. She also brought Feng Xiaochan with her, who was in cold body. Fortunately, after the diagnosis of the sword god, Feng Xiaochan was
The cicada's vitality has not been completely cut off, but it is in a state of suspended animation.
Because he was entrusted by someone but still could not save the Feng family from being destroyed, Zhang Xiaofeng felt guilty. He decided to take Feng Xiaochan to Bianliang, the capital of the Zhou Dynasty, because he met a miracle doctor there who could bring the dead back to life.
.He decided to take Feng Xiaochan to the miracle doctor and have Feng Xiaochan cured as soon as possible.
Also going with Zhang Xiaofeng was Tan Tianya, the eldest daughter of the Tan family. Although Feng Xiaochan's body seemed to have lost all vitality and there was still the possibility of treatment, she was a woman after all and had many inconveniences. And Tan Tianya and Feng Xiaochan
The Xiaochan sisters had a deep love for each other, so they took the initiative to take care of Feng Xiaochan.
Zhang Xiaofeng led the two girls to leave Wutai Mountain in the first wave, and then the Feng family also dismissed the servants who did not know martial arts. Although some people still insisted on staying, Feng Bupo still insisted on sending them away.
It's not that he is cold-blooded, but he doesn't know what kind of unknown dangers these people will face if they continue to follow him.
A fire that destroyed the entire family completely burned the Feng family's courtyard. Those who died in the battle had long been turned into ashes, including the old head of the Feng family, Feng Yuxiu. Feng Bupo and others sneaked back.
Daizhou City brought out the ashes of the deceased members of the Feng family, but they could only bring out the ashes of those who had passed away.
The ashes of all the deceased members of the Feng family were buried in a secluded place in Wutai Mountain, buried together. There was no tombstone, no signature, and it didn't look like a tomb, but more like a small mound of earth.
After doing all this, Ling Tianyun still didn't wake up. Feng Bupo had no choice but to take the first step and rush to Bianliang, the capital of the Great Zhou Dynasty. He led the old people of the Feng family who followed him and took advantage of the thick night and the endless grief.
He moved forward unwillingly.
After that, the Northern Han Dynasty had another tough enemy like a peerless warrior, who captured Jinyang, the capital of the Northern Han Dynasty, several times. This is a story for another day, so I won’t mention it here.
Feng Bupo took everyone in the Feng family to leave in the second wave. At this time, Ling Tianyun had woken up. And he also knew all this, but remained silent. It was the red-faced man who told him all this, and
He met Yuan Xiaoliu once in the Fengjia courtyard, and he also learned that Yuan Xiaoliu's master was the old thief who was known as the "Sage of Heavenly Luo".
Ling Tianyun himself didn't know how serious his injuries were. He only knew that as long as he moved, his whole body would tingle, and his whole body would not just fall apart. But he still moved to the grave of the old friend of the Feng family with great difficulty.
A few glasses of not very strong wine, and a few pieces of paper money that were not very bright.
From beginning to end, Ling Tianyun didn't say a word. The tingling all over his body seemed to be numb. He knelt in front of the mound-like grave, facing the rustling withered grass. At this moment, he didn't even know that he was crying quietly.
It slipped down, down the corner of his eyes, and instantly flowed on his cheeks, remaining there for a long time.
The flying oblivion that rises with the wind, the endless tragic and tragic, the dead are like this, the unstubbornness and deep unwillingness hidden deep in the bones flow in the blood.
Ling Tianyun knelt down and worshiped in front of the grave for three days and three nights, with only wine and wind as his companions. The dead leaves swirled down, and his deep eyes turned into gray light.
Those who left have already left, and those who stay are left with a faint worry, like the full moon shedding its bright luster, and those bathing in it sit still and remain silent.
The stacked peaks are like old men sitting silently, shrouded in their towering light of wisdom. It is very quiet in Wutai Mountain at this moment.
After changing places, Ling Tianyun climbed up with difficulty, still without saying a word. A large rock that could accommodate several people became another place for him to sit. There were still a few bottles of wine and a few wisps of cold wind.
There were a few rustling sounds of pine branches shaking.
The red-faced man and the black lady looked up, feeling deeply worried in their hearts, but there was nothing they could do. It all depended on whether the young man opposite could wake up. But they were like spectators, silently watching.
Years of watching all this, even if there are thousands of words, they can't describe it.
Suddenly, the cold wind picked up again, and Ling Tianyun, who was sitting motionless, seemed to merge into the bright moonlit night. The two people who were watching him were in a trance. They were surprised to find that Ling Tianyun, who had been motionless except for drinking, suddenly suddenly
Turned his head.
A pair of exquisite cold eyes with a bit of bloodthirsty indifference, a resolute face that looked as strong as iron at the moment, the childishness that was still there disappeared in an instant, leaving behind that look
A face as proud and sharp as a knife.
That boy is still that boy, but he doesn't seem to be that boy.
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In the Bianliang Palace, in the Zide Hall, curls of green smoke rose faintly, and from the clear window, one could clearly see a bright moon like a jade plate shining in the sky.
But when Guo Wei raised his head, he discovered that there was a strange color on the bright moon. It was a full moon as red as blood. This bright moon made him feel a tremor in his heart and a warm feeling in his chest.