The magic cultivators glanced at each other, as if they had reached an agreement, and flew towards the heaven and earth in unison.
There are those who have returned to the family and are the ancestors of the patron saint who are revered by everyone, some who have established religions to continue the Taoist tradition, and some who have stayed in the world and acted erratically.
But no matter what they did, they didn't forget Lou Hanxi's last order to kill Ningyue and others!
They dare not provoke that crazy woman.
As a result, every day on the mainland, you can see demon cultivators rampaging and killing people, demons dancing wildly, and chaos occurs frequently.
A month later, Nanzhou returned to the land of the Rong clan in Tucheng.
Following the instructions of Ling Fu, the two demon cultivators bypassed numerous organs along the way, went deep into the underground palace, and finally placed the bronze ancient coffin in the innermost tomb.
Just after the bronze ancient coffin was placed, the Lingfu Bang in front of them shattered, and before they panicked, they fell to the ground by a powerful coercion, and knelt down on one knee toward the bronze coffin.
But in a short while, the two became lifelike pottery figurines.
The palace was dead silent, buried deep in the earth, and the sun was not visible.
Rong Xian only found Lou Hanxi at this time. Lou Hanxi, who was rumored to be missing, has returned to the Rong clan.
She was leaning against the cedar forest, surrounded by clusters of roses on the ground, red like blood, and the beauty was palpitating.
It was the flower that my father gave to my mother, and each flower had a nostalgic taste.
Lou Hanxi's eyes seemed to be looking at these flowers, but she didn't seem to be looking at anything. Her eyes were out of focus, and their fragility was distressing.
"Amei." Rong Xian called softly, as if she was afraid that her voice would disturb this person.
She walked in front of Lou Hanxi, her clear and clean eyes were stained with a touch of temperature, and her whole person seemed to have fallen from the immortal above the nine heavens into the mortal world, and was dyed with the smell of fireworks.
"Amei, I finally found you. It turns out that you have returned home." Rong Xian said with a smile, although she knew that Amei couldn't hear her, it did not hinder her interest.
She wandered around in the cedar forest, and smiled every time she walked: "Amy, this used to be your boudoir, remember? You like to decorate your house beautifully and gorgeously, and it's full of bright colors. flower."
She came to the most beautiful cedar flowers and said with a smile: "This used to be a martial arts training ground prepared by my brother and sister-in-law for my little nephew. We once made an appointment to practice martial arts hard, and then teach my little nephew to become the most powerful cultivator. "
She floated under the shortest tree, pursed her lips, and a layer of mist gathered in her eyes: "This is my yard, my parents knew that I was naughty, and they used magic to change the land here. The trees here don’t grow tall, and they just don’t want me to climb the tree for fear that I might fall.”
She swayed, came not far away, and said with a smile: "This is the yard of my parents. When we were young, we were afraid to sleep because we were afraid.
As she spoke, the tears in her eyes fell to the ground no longer.
She knelt on the ground, sobbing softly, her tears fell on the ground, but they passed through the fallen leaves and turned into nothingness.
Then, the soft cry turned into a wailing, and she was like a child, crying heartbreakingly and in pain.
Rong Xian cried for a long time, her crying voice became hoarse, and the spotless white dress on her body seemed to be wrinkled due to the change in the owner's mood. She staggered to her feet and walked towards Lou Hanxi.
She stretched out her hand to pull Lou Hanxi's clothes, but put them on weakly.
"Amei, I can't touch you, you can't hear me, you can't see me, Amei, I'm very uncomfortable." Rong Xian pursed her lips, extremely wronged.
She wanted to be like when she was a child, even though she was older, every time she was wronged, Amei would come to comfort herself, coax her, and try to make her happy.
But now Amei doesn't care about her at all, Amei... she's gone.
Rong Xian sniffed and finally realized that Amei had really left her, so resolute and cruel.
She should have thought of it long ago.
She knew when she said goodbye to Amei in Shiqiaojian before, Amei didn't want to live anymore, she couldn't hold on anymore.
She knew that Amei would leave her sooner or later, but she didn't expect this day to come so quickly.
"Amy." Rong Xian called softly.
Lou Hanxi returned to Guitu City and returned to her home.
Yes, this is Lou Hanxi and Rong Xian's home. It's their home forever. No matter how long they've been wandering outside, no matter how long they've stayed in Wuxin Cliff for thousands of years, there's only one place they identify with.
Amei gave up her hatred and returned home, and then cut herself off at a home that touched her heart.
She left this world, her only family.
"Amei, you are so cruel." Rong Xian murmured.
The overwhelming pain and grief overwhelmed her. She was just a wisp of consciousness, and she didn't need to breathe, but at this time she felt suffocated, suffocated by the pain of the loss of her relatives.
She had endured it once a thousand years ago, but it still made her suffer the second time. Bereavement is a habit that a person can never get used to.
"Amy." She called again.
But the person she called was no longer heard.
When Rong Xian couldn't bear it any longer, it seemed that the yin qi that held her consciousness had been exhausted, and her figure suddenly collapsed.
Countless cedar flowers fell at the same time, gently burying the woman leaning against the tree, sheltering her from the wind and the sun.
In Guitu City, deep in the underground palace.
Inside the ancient bronze coffin, Rong Xian's eyelashes trembled, but she did not wake up.
Above her body, the Shui Lingzhu and the Wood Lingzhu radiated a faint light that enveloped her whole body.
After that ray of consciousness returned, the woman lying in the ancient bronze coffin slowly left a line of clear tears in her eyes, but she still did not wake up.
Xizhou Broken Leaf City, when Yun Youfeng re-entered here, he saw the familiar lively scene, and a bright smile appeared on his face.
He grinned, savage and wild.
Different from the pretence of being the city owner in Ziwei City, his smile was more real at this time.
You don't have to maintain a majestic posture to intimidate others, and you don't have to worry that your true temperament will be looked down upon.
He walked quickly towards the deep alley, and couldn't wait to meet the charming and bold woman who worried him.
But when he walked to the former 'Wuxin Liquor House', he saw that the flag of the liquor shop was dilapidated, the plaque on the door frame was also tarnished by the wind, the cobwebs ran from top to bottom, and the entire facade looked shabby and desolate.
Yun Youfeng felt a little uneasy in his heart. It seemed that no one had lived here for a long time, but he still sent a letter to Sanniang two months ago.
Yunyoufeng tore the cobwebs on the door, stretched out his hand and pushed open the wooden door, the heavy dust fell, causing him to sneeze.
There was a damp moldy smell in the dark wine shop, Yunyoufeng walked in gently, and a footprint was immediately printed on the dust on the ground.
Yunyoufeng: Where is my sweetheart ∑(△｀)? !
(End of this chapter)