The sky is a hazy white. The towering Tianshan Mountains seem to melt into this whiteness.
I can't tell whether it's ice and snow or the color of clouds.
The mountain gate of the Burning Flame Sect is located on the top of Tianshan Mountain. The well-proportioned palaces are arranged according to the formation, like the stars hidden in the clouds and mist, blending with the bleak cold wind, which is not a bit weird.
A woman sits in the main hall. There are no lights around.
Her hair is like clouds, her face is like ice and snow, her whole body is wrapped in layers of black gauze, her skirt is spread out along her slender legs on the dark seat, a snow-white arm rests lightly on the side, her eyes are slightly closed , like a begonia sleeping in spring. It looks lazy, beautiful, and captivating.
But when she opened her eyes, the coldness, resentment, and viciousness revealed in these eyes made people shudder, and her mind was almost captured by it.
Anyone who sees these eyes will understand that she has abandoned all positive emotions. Every moment of living in this world, there is no joy at all, only the flames of anger, jealousy, and hatred suffering. This flame not only scorched herself, but also burned others.
When he didn't enter the palace, the first thing he saw was such a pair of eyes.
"You're late." Chi Wanwan's closed eyes had already been opened, her body remained still, and she cast her gaze coldly at him.
Can't see any warmth in her eyes, as if what she is looking at is not the flesh and blood in her belly, but a cold sword embryo forged by herself, used for revenge. It seems that only when the sword embryo is cast and the tip of the sword is pierced into the heart of another person will she feel truly happy.
Yuan Buwei met her eyes without dodging, and said softly: "No, the sun hasn't set yet, there is still a quarter of an hour."
Twilight fell from the clouds and chased him into the hall together, but stopped only three feet into the light, as if he was also afraid of the too thick darkness in the hall.
It was not because the footsteps did not stop, and he stepped into this darkness without any hesitation, stagnation, or fear, like any traveler returning home.
There are unmelted snowflakes on his head and shoulders.
Such a different reaction than before caught Chi Wanwan's attention. She stared at the boy in front of her in amazement, as if suddenly discovering that a little mouse that was always shivering showed its paws to her for the first time.
"Good?! Are you fine?!"
She laughed suddenly, with ecstasy in her laugh. The air around her brushed against the hem of her pitch-black skirt, like a gust of wind sweeping through the hall, whining.
"This is how he looks like his son?!"
When the word "he" was spit out from her mouth, it was like being thrown with a poisoned dagger, with a faint coldness.
"... that's the only way to kill him!"
It was not because of staring at this crazy woman.
He looked at the person carefully and earnestly from top to bottom, and a very faint curve appeared on his lips. It was as if he had seen her through from the inside out.
It seems to be tinged with pity and ridicule.
Instinctively offended, Chi Wanwan frowned immediately: "Are you laughing? What?"
"Am I laughing? Sovereign, you are too naive to think."
Since birth, Yuanshen was not allowed to call out the word "Niangqin", so it happened that Yuan didn't want to call it out.
He suddenly took a step forward, his jet-black robe fluttered with true energy, and his messy hair fluttered along with it.
On his head, shoulders, and all over his body, flakes of snow were blown away by his true energy and turned into countless sharp ice flakes, heading straight for Chi Wanwan's face
The murderous aura drifted away like flying snow.
A flash of surprise flashed in Chi Wanwan's eyes, but his reaction was not slow. She didn't move, just raised a snow-white wrist, and when the wrist was turned, the invisible suction force formed a vortex in front of her, sucking the flying snow in the palm of her hand within 3 inches, Turn into steaming mist.
Water mist filled the hall, and under the extremely cold temperature, it quickly turned into wisps of white air.
With her cold eyes, she looked at His Highness's young man through the water mist, but she still didn't see any anger, and her tone seemed to be very relieved: "Okay, this is better?! I thought you were indecisive, but I didn't expect to be so decisive. The boldness is beyond my expectation."
Yuan Buwei seemed to have done nothing, and asked with great interest: "Is the suzerain not angry?"
"I'm very good. Since ancient times, magic soldiers hurt others first and then themselves. If you don't show mercy to that person, ten years later, that person will be rewarded!" At this point, she clapped her hands , Laughed again? He looked very satisfied.
"So I laugh? The Suzerain is naive."
Yuan didn't want to interrupt her fantasy cruelly.
"Father and son can kill each other, it's very sad. But if a father doesn't love his son, how can it be sad?"
Just like your biological mother, when faced with the murderous intent of your own flesh and blood, isn't it the same? Isn't it the same
Chi Wanwan's laughter came to an abrupt end.
"A father doesn't love his son? How sad..." she muttered these words, the resentment in her eyes seemed to deepen.
Yuan Buwei stabbed him again: "Father and son? Mutual killing? From that person's point of view, maybe the personal sword that accompanied him for twenty years was broken on the spot, and the pain was a hundred times worse."
Yuan's words seemed to have hit a blind spot that she had never thought about, making Chi Wanwan's eyes appear blank for the first time. If she has been planning for many years, but in the end she can't bring any harm to the other party, then her ten years of resentment and hatred are just a joke? !
The flame in her heart that was gnawing at her at that time seemed to be unable to suppress it any longer, and broke out together with resentment and resentment. She let out a stern cry, and immediately went berserk.
"For a whole ten years, I endured for a whole ten years!"
"These ten years... have been working hard for nothing!"
It was as if a hurricane was blowing on the flat ground, and turbulent zhenqi gushed out like a tide, but hearing countless crackling sounds, the surrounding ground was almost plowed clean. The pitch-black silk ribbon was like a long whip made of steel, and suddenly hit Yuan Buwei.
"...Since that's the case, what's the use of me keeping you?"
There was an ear-piercing scream in the hall.
Yuan Buwei sighed softly, pushed his sleeves forward, and raised his toes to the ground, only opened an inch to the side, and lightly avoided the blow.
And the silk also changed direction in an instant, and continued to attack Yuan Buwei, and he dodged to the side again.
With the strength of his body, he shouldn't have dodged so easily. But at this time, Chi Wanwan's internal energy was chaotic and his spirit was extremely unstable, so he was already full of loopholes? If there happened to be a first-class master who was proficient in the ways of an assassin here, if he didn't expect it, he might be killed immediately on the spot.
"As the suzerain asks, I can help you."
The boy's figure calmly dodges the attacks all over the sky? It's like walking in a garden among flowers. In such a dangerous situation, he could still breathe out slowly.
"How to make people painful, unwilling, regretful, just destroyed? The thing he cares about most? It is."
"What does that person care about most?"
Chi Wanwan lost control of her emotions for a while, but now she gradually calmed down, and said bitterly, "It's that bitch Rong Qingyue! And he has the best swordsmanship in the world."
"What is Rong Qingyue most concerned about?"
Chi Wanwan paused for a moment, and said, "That bitch never cared about him the most, but the inheritance of Xuan Yuezong!"
"That's it." As Chi Wanwan regained his composure, Yuan Wuwei also fluttered to the ground, and said softly, "If Xuan Yuezong is destroyed, Rong Qingyue and half of Chu Tiannan will be destroyed."
Chi Wanwan had completely quieted down, staring at the young man in front of him with deep eyes.
"And the remaining half..." Yuan Buwei said in a flat tone, understating, "Leave it to me."
"Not yet? In ten years, the number one sword in the world will change hands."
Chiwan was speechless for a while.
The boy's eyes were bright, and he calmly cast such eloquent words, which reminded her of that person back then. But after meeting Fang, he didn't think about how to dodge her attack calmly and comfortably. With his displayed aptitude, Chi Wanwan couldn't say no matter what? I don't believe it.
The gust of wind has long since stopped, and the darkness surging in the hall has grown a little thicker. Chi Wanwan's eyes suddenly intertwined with an indescribable complex color.
She actually sent a ghost? God sent a ten-year-old child? The words: "Xuanyuezong is the leader of Zhengdao sects. There are six masters sitting in the town. They are not equal to the Shengzong family. Do you know how arrogant you put it down?" Word?"
Wasn't it for laughing? I got up.
He smiled very gently, very nice. Look, that childish face that has not completely faded still has a bit of innocence.
"One family? No, let's unify the three sects of the demon sect? The nine sects."
"At that time, the suzerain will surely get his wish."
Every word he spoke was extremely sincere and sincere, like a child who couldn't be more filial, trying his best to think of a good way to please his mother.
Chi Wanwan stared at him for a moment, and suddenly a smile appeared on her face: "Okay, okay? My son! You are indeed my son!" She waved her hand gently, indicating that it is not the past? Suddenly filled with maternal care.
He didn't want to see her face change, so he stepped forward calmly.
"This is the token of my holy son of the Burning Sacred Sect." She suddenly took out a delicate dagger, and there seemed to be blood flowing on the black as ink blade, "Okay? My child, come here."
For a child who has little love at a young age, such tender concern from his biological mother is enough to make him forget all the bad things in the past: "Once you cultivate the Burning Flame Heart Jue, you will be worthy of my Holy Ancestor." Your holy son, maybe in the future you will subdue the nine sects of the three veins, and take revenge on that betrayer, and mother will rely on you for help."
She sighed faintly, filled with inexhaustible resentment. A pair of eyes full of guilt and expectation? They are slightly moist.
"Okay? Son? You won't blame your mother, will you?"
There was a moment of silence in the hall, and the boy suddenly chuckled.
"No, of course not."
The twilight had completely disappeared, and the icy moonlight dripped down like mercury. In the dark palace, the biological mother and son seem to have finally untied the knot of heart for many years, looking at each other with nostalgia and intimacy.
After a long time, a small shadow walked out of the main hall under the moonlight, walking steadily with every step.
He raised his head slightly, and the moonlight fell into his eyes.
"Young Sect Master, thank you very much."
A woman in green clothes suddenly appeared. Her figure is light, like a willow branch swinging from the branch.
"The suzerain has been deeply troubled by demons for many years. That person is already number one in the world. The suzerain may not know that revenge is hopeless, but it is only supported by hatred. Her heart is suffering. It is helpless to treat you like this."
"I know."
"If it wasn't for the young suzerain to break through the confusion and give the suzerain the goal and hope again, the suzerain doesn't know when he will be able to cheer up. The subordinates thank the young suzerain on behalf of the holy sect."
"You're welcome."
The young man showed a touching smile, and the moonlight swayed in his eyes, which was extremely gentle and sincere.
"I just hope that, apart from hatred, there are more things in this world? Let her care."
"... that's enough."