Wangchuan, in the starry sky, the space pattern is on and off, Suyi's figure flashes in the space nodes, the speed is unbelievable.
God's Forbidden Dacheng, the only one in ancient and modern times, a few days later, in the depths of the star field, in front of Wangchuan Star, Ning Chen appeared and stopped.
The biggest star of life in the Forgotten River Star Region, has endured through the ages, and has gone through the great changes in the ancient world and still stands immortal.
After staring for a moment, Ning Chen's figure swept out and swept towards the big star in front of him.
The truly vast and boundless continent is more than a million miles from east to west. Ning Chen stood quietly on the land of Wangchuan, and the spiritual energy of the heavens and the earth around him was violently surging, and it continued to spread in all directions.
The co-owner of the world, the first person in the martial arts of the human race for thousands of years has reappeared as a world-shattering capable, the heaven and the earth are ordered, and the endless aura spreads, looking for the similar shadow.
In the Great Wilderness, Ning Chen's eyes closed, and in his consciousness, the faces of everyone in a thousand miles were constantly reflected.
After half an hour, Ning Chen disappeared and swept towards the next area.
Thousands of miles, 10,000 miles, 100,000 miles... As time went by, Ning Chen gradually traveled through nearly half of the Forgotten River Continent, but he still couldn't find that familiar figure.
To the east of the Forgotten River Continent, Ning Chen came over, looked from afar, and continued to search.
After walking through thousands of mountains, stepping on thousands of waters, and waiting for thousands of years, Ning Chen didn't know why he gave up, and after exhausting the last strength of his life, he had to find her.
A hundred thousand miles away, in an ancient town, pedestrians are not busy, but it is not deserted.
In the streets of the ancient city, in front of a small drug store, a woman in coarse cloth came, covering her face with a light gauze, so she couldn't see her face clearly.
"Girl He is here to get medicine for your father again."
Behind the counter, the shopkeeper of the pharmacy saw the person coming and said with a smile.
"Um."
The woman nodded and said softly, "Father's cough is sick, I'll come and grab some medicine."
The shopkeeper heard the words, sighed softly, and said, "Your father's illness has been a long time coming."
While talking, the shopkeeper turned around, opened three drawers, grabbed a few coins from each drawer, and wrapped them together.
"Every morning and evening, cook slowly, do you still remember?" The shopkeeper reminded sternly.
"Well, remember."
The woman nodded, took the medicinal materials, and after paying the money, turned around and walked outside the pharmacy.
On the street, pedestrians walked by from time to time, and the woman carried the medicinal materials and walked towards the corner of the ancient city.
In the east of the ancient city, where the common people gather, there are almost no rich and noble families, and life is plain and peaceful.
"Cough cough!"
In an unremarkable small courtyard, the gray-haired old man coughed while weaving bamboo baskets. The craftsmanship that ordinary people rely on to survive barely supported the life of the father and daughter.
In front of the small courtyard, the woman came and saw that her father was working again in the courtyard. She quickly stepped forward and stopped him, "Father, just leave this work to me. You can go in and lie down."
"It's almost done."
With a smile on the old man's face, he said, "Xiaohe, the old lady next door is here again. The marriage I told you this time sounds pretty good. She is a scholar from a big family. If you want to marry, you don't have to suffer with your father. already."
The woman was silent, took over the work from her father, and said softly, "I don't want to marry."
The old man heard it and sighed softly, "Daughter, you are not too young, you still want to get married after all, father is only a daughter like you in this life, if you can't arrange a good home for you, how can father go to see your mother ."
"Father's illness will get better." The woman's tone affirmed.
"Dad's body, I know best, it won't get better."
The old man sighed again and said, "How about this, I'll ask you later to find out what kind of person this Wang Xiu is. If she is a good person, my daughter might as well agree."
The woman silently put down the herbs in her hands, not rejecting, but also not agreeing.
In the evening, the woman went into the house to boil the medicine. When no one was there, the woman put down her veil and the lights danced, reflecting a beautiful face.
The old man went out for a long time to inquire about Wang Xiucai in the mouth of Wang Po for his daughter. When he came back, his face was very ugly.
Seeing this, the woman walked out of the house and asked in confusion, "What's wrong with you? Dad."
"Xiaohe, we're not getting married."
The old man couldn't hide his anger and said, "That Wang Xiu is an illiterate person who spends all day in the smoky place like a brothel. I don't know how he got this show."
The woman nodded and said, "Then don't get married, don't get angry, go back to the house and prepare to drink medicine."
"It's hard for you, daughter." The old man said with a look of shame on his face.
The woman smiled and said, "It's not bitter, it's not necessary for a daughter to marry."
Ordinary people, simple life, maybe hard, but have their own happiness, the old man took a rest early after drinking the medicine, and the woman finished cleaning the table and was ready to rest.
At this moment, outside the small courtyard, the light of the fire appeared, and several servants dressed as servants came with torches in their hands, followed by a pale young man in a long gown with a gloomy expression.
"Bring people out and burn the yard." The young man said in a deep voice.
"Yes!"
Four or five servants broke through the door and walked quickly towards the wooden house in front.
In the house, the woman heard the movement outside, and immediately put on a veil and went out to see what was going on.
"What are you going to do!"
Seeing a few servants holding torches outside, the woman looked shocked and said.
"doing what?"
Behind, the young man in the long gown walked out and said in a cold voice, "Go back to the house with this son, and you will know what to do. What are you still doing, taking people away and setting them on fire!"
"Yes, son."
The two servants stepped forward and grabbed the woman's arm and dragged them out of the courtyard. The three remaining servants locked the door of the house, and then set the courtyard on fire.
In the courtyard, most of them were bamboo baskets. Soon, even the small courtyard and the house were all set on fire, and the fire surged into the sky, illuminating the ancient city.
"father!"
The woman screamed and struggled constantly. However, how could the woman's strength be stronger than the man's, and the two servants forcibly grabbed the woman, making it difficult for her to break free.
Under the raging fire, the veil on the woman's face struggled to fall, and Yan Bi Huajiao's face was full of tears.
"That old lady didn't lie to me, she is indeed a beautiful woman I feel pity for."
When the young man in the long gown saw the woman's face, his eyes lit up obviously. Such a coarse cloth shirt was so beautiful without any carvings, and if it was affixed with bonuses, it would be so beautiful.
"From now on, you will be with this young master." The young man in the robe became happier the more he thought about it, and laughed.
The madness under the firelight and the ruthless cruelty of people's lives further set off the sadness of the weak.
At this moment, no one noticed that at the end of the darkness illuminated by the firelight, a figure in plain clothes appeared silently, looking at the woman in front of her, the eyes that had been calm for thousands of years were moved for the first time.
The next moment, the entire ancient city, the wind was blowing, the clouds gathered, and the rain poured down. Under the rain, Su Yi stepped forward, and in the shocked eyes of everyone, they reached out and brushed the woman's tearful face, and said softly, "Don't cry."