Desperate Encounters (2)

In the east of the city, the mass grave, the night is late

Ancient vines and old trees are dim, there are some ruins and broken walls on the ground, there are no graves and monuments, and from time to time there are one or two ghost fires floating by, the moon is dark, illuminating the earth a miserable white, accompanied by a gust of wind, the whole mass burial post looks particularly vicious...

An old man dressed slightly torn with his hands behind his back was standing in front of the corpse of a teenager, thoughtful... No, it shouldn't be a corpse, because it seems that you can see the slight breath that the teenager tried to suppress...

"Get up, don't pretend to be dead, if the old man wants to kill you, but between the two of you, the old man's expression is very indifferent.

"Ah, cough" The old man said not long ago, the teenager actually really moved, "Ah, so ah, don't say it earlier, harm me pretend to be dead for half a day..." The teenager slowly got up, and then stretched his arms and legs in the same place, and at the same time tilted his head A dead pig is not afraid of boiling water and asked the old man, "Are you a sword uncle?" Why stop me from killing that dark lord? ”

The old man was stunned, what is this? I'm saving you... The old man actually did not know how to answer for a while...

"Sword Cloud Heaven, an outcast of the Broken Sword Sect, are you?" The old man's face was flushed, the corners of his clothes were windless, and the hands behind him kept shaking, "My father Yan Nanfei..." The teenager took care of himself and said something, but at this time he suddenly stopped talking, and there was a loneliness in his eyes

"My father is dead, and my patriarch grandfather, and my third uncle, my aunt, my sister, she is only nine years old, and she is also dead... It was the one who killed the faint king, and I want to seek revenge on him..." The teenager clenched his hands, clenched his teeth, and his eyes were tearful...

"Yan Nanfei! ... Are you the son of Yan Nanfei? ... Yan Nanfei is dead! How can it be? His Heavenly Cruel Sword has entered the realm, how can I die if I am not an opponent? The old man shouted at the teenager with a sinister face, "You lied, saying, Who the hell are you?" Who sent you? ... Are you teaching a lackey? But Hu Zong's old man sent you to mess with my Daoist heart? Dare to deceive the old man, the old man let you ask for death can not ..."

As soon as the words fell on the teenager's side, the wind was blowing, rolling up the rubble on the ground and hitting the teenager, in a moment the teenager was already in a mess, blood oozed from the corner of the mouth, the wind was getting stronger and stronger, the teenager was already standing unsteadily, he could not see, his mouth could not speak, all he could do was to raise his head with all his might, his eyes were angry, and he tried to pull his facial muscles to make a mocking expression to the old man...

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I don't know how long later, the wind stopped, everything seemed to have never happened, the teenager fell to the ground, Jian Yuntian did not seem to see it, still looking down at the teenager with his hands behind his back, and said in a tone as calm as possible, "What is your name?" ”

The teenager did not answer, still staring at the sword cloud sky, his eyes filled with anger, indomitability and unwillingness. JianYun Tian's expression had returned to indifference, and he said calmly, "Boy, don't be unconvinced, now you are just an ant to me, giving life and death is all in my thoughts, I killed you in a rage, killing is killing, killing mistakes is also wrong, this is the way of this world, you are angry and angry again, dead is nothing, all, I ask you again, what is your name..."

"Yan Qing... What you said makes sense, and when I defeat you, I will say this to you" Yan Qing raised her hand to wipe the blood from the corner of her mouth, and then spat a mouthful of bloody saliva on the ground.

"Oh, of course, you are Yan Nanfei's son?" How did Yan Nanfei die, and how did you recognize me? Yan Yuntai found a stone and sat down, and at the same time waved to Yan Qing, pointed to the opposite stone and said, "Come here, sit down."

"My father's perennial study hangs four paintings, one of which is you, the father told his master Xiao Shan, as well as the master brother Sword Yuntian, the master and brother lonely sword" Yan Qing temporarily suppressed the anger in his heart, after all, this person is his father's brother, what can he do..." The father said that the master brother was expelled from the master because he violated the door rules, the specific reason my father did not say, but my father still recognized you as a master brother, and my father brought worship and greetings every day. Yan Qing said to her father, her tone was already low, and her slightly childish face showed nostalgia for the past... Looking at the Sword Cloud Heaven again, he had already turned his back, and his body trembled...

"My family was originally a royal last branch of the Yan Kingdom, and after my father came out of Shimen, shimen came back, he has been marrying and having children and running the family..."

Yan Qing said that the corners of her eyes were filled with tears, and her thoughts had returned to the carefree years of the past...