In a warm house, five people gather around the table to eat. Ordinary people's homes don't have as many rules as rich families, and the atmosphere is much warmer.
Doctor Li is very old and doesn't eat much. What he likes more is the lively atmosphere in front of him.
The little boy and Yin'er each held a chicken drumstick in their hands and were chewing on it. Their mouths were oily and they looked a little ridiculous.
The woman put vegetables in their bowls from time to time, and took great care of the pretty but somewhat stupid little girl next to her. Her heart was full of flesh, and it was really pitiful for such a kind-hearted child to go out alone.
Seeing more and more food in the bowl, Yin'er smiled coquettishly at the woman, and then continued to eat the chicken legs.
Outside the house, the wind and snow are getting heavier and heavier. In the dead of winter, the weather is always colder than expected.
After dinner, Yin'er helped the woman clear the table, and Doctor Li got up to go back. The man went out to see her off, but it was too late, and the wind and snow were too heavy. It was really dangerous for the old man to go back by himself.
After clearing the table, Yin'er looked at the woman in front of him and said, "Auntie Li, are there many people in this village?"
"More than a hundred households, what's wrong?" the woman asked in confusion.
"A very powerful senior told me that as long as enough people pray for Master, Master will wake up. I want to go to the village tomorrow to ask the villagers to pray for Master," Yin'er said softly.
The woman thought for a while, nodded and said, "I'll go with you tomorrow. After all, you are not from this village. With my aunt following you, the villagers can talk better."
"Thank you Auntie Li" Yin'er said with gratitude.
"Little things"
The woman smiled gently and said, "At your age, if you are not afraid of hardships and carry your master everywhere to pray for blessings, you are also a caring child. I should help you with this small favor."
True Martial Star, a devastated city is located in the wilderness, a hundred miles outside the city, Lü Luo stands in front of the tomb of Zi Chuan, with grief on her beautiful face. They have been dependent on each other for hundreds of years. They never thought that they would say goodbye only in a matter of days.
I don't know how long I stood there. Not far away, the void shook. A man in a red suit walked out. When he saw the woman and the tombstone in front of her, his eyes trembled.
"Why is this happening?" Xiang Yuan stepped forward with a sad look on his face.
"The people from Momen found this place. Judging from the traces of the battle at that time, it was the hands of Qi Huan," Lü Luo said sadly.
"Qi Huan, how could he be so capable?" Xiang Yuan said in disbelief.
"Perhaps what secret technique did the old guy use? Maybe there are secrets that we don't know. In the past few fights, although Zi Chuan's strength was no match for that old guy, it was not a huge difference. However, this time, it seems that Zi Chuan is not Qi Huan's opponent. Maybe, we have always misjudged that old guy's capabilities," Lü Luo responded.
"True Realm?"
Xiang Yuan narrowed his eyes and said, "It doesn't seem like it. If there really was such a big gap, we would have died in his hands long ago, and we wouldn't wait until today."
"I can't guess what the truth is right now. The only thing that is certain is that the old guy has already begun to prepare to attack us. You, me, and my junior brother may all be in danger," Lü Luo said.
Xiang Yuan nodded and said, "Leave as soon as possible and find your junior brother as soon as possible. There are too many strange things about Zi Chuan's death. No matter how fast Qi Huan's strength improves, it is impossible to kill him alone. I got Zi Chuan in the late stage of reality, so if that old guy wants to get rid of us, he will definitely do it himself. However, there is really trouble for junior brother. If Qi Huan chooses to take action against him, it will be difficult for junior brother to escape."
"Yeah"
Lü Luo responded, took one last look at the tombstone in front of him, clenched his fists again, and then turned around and left.
Li Family Village, it snowed heavily all night, and the snow gradually became lighter the next day. However, the weather was still cold, with a cold wind blowing, and no one dared to stretch out their frozen hands.
Yin'er carries his master on his back and goes door to door asking for blessings.
The woman and the little boy followed. When they met someone who was really hard to talk to, they would come forward to help, say a few kind words, and ask for a blessing for the little girl's master.
One family, two families, five families and ten families... It was freezing cold and the road was blocked by heavy snow. After walking for a long time, the pace became more and more difficult. Yin'er walked in front and never rested for a moment.
The woman followed behind, sighing in her heart. No wonder this little girl fainted in front of the village. She kept begging for help like this. Even if her body could bear it, her spirit couldn't bear it.
Yin'er seemed to have forgotten that the woman was still following him, knocking on the door of each family with his master on his back, praying for every possible blessing.
Once upon a time, Ning Chen said that a man has gold at his knees, and no one can kneel except his parents. There is no difference between women and men. In this unequal world, if you cannot treat yourself and men equally, you will never get equal opportunities.
Ning Chen teaches this way, and the little girl learns it this way. After becoming a teacher, she will never kneel to anyone again. It is the same for emperors on earth, gods and Buddhas in heaven and earth.
However, since Heavenly Language Peak passed away, the little girl has left this dignity behind. She asks for help and worships everyone, and only prays for a blessing for the people behind her.
In this world, there will always be someone who is worthy of you leaving everything behind. For Yin'er, the person behind you is such a person. As long as he can wake up, even if he kneels a thousand times and begs ten thousand times, it is worth it.
The coldness in the snow was extremely biting, from early morning, to noon, and then to the scorching sun going westward. The woman and the little boy came back after returning home. They saw the blood on the snow where the little girl stood up in front of them, and they couldn't help but trembled.
The unhealed wound on the girl's forehead once again flowed out blood, staining the white snow on the ground red.
Not every family is so easy to talk to. There are all kinds of people in the world, and their characters are different. It has nothing to do with status or origin. Among the rich and powerful, there are benevolent people who help the world, and among the poor, there are also unscrupulous people with despicable conduct.
Asking for a blessing, just a blessing, is so difficult. Yin'er put aside personal emotions and anger, had no sorrow, no joy, no resentment, no hatred, and still continued to do what he had done in the past hundred days, asking for help and worshiping others.
In the village, Doctor Li stood in front of the door, looking at the little girl in the distance, with strange colors in his old eyes.
When he was practicing medicine in the imperial city, he once heard an elder say that the faith, blessings, and power of thoughts of all living beings are the most immeasurable power in the world. Even great practitioners and emperors dare not underestimate it.
However, although these powers are powerful, not everyone can use them, even those offered by the royal family may not be able to do it. Moreover, all living beings are weak, and only tens of thousands of people praying together can really have a big effect.
The little girl in front is obviously collecting blessings from all living beings for his master, which further proves that the young man is definitely not an ordinary person, and is very likely to be at the top of the list among great practitioners.
Yin'er doesn't know, Doctor Li doesn't know either, but at this moment, above the sky, a cyan figure walked out and looked at the young man in red below, with a trace of struggle on his face.
He didn't know what happened to his junior brother, but now he was obviously no different from the living dead.
"Fifth Junior Brother, let's do it."
From Tianji Mountain, two more figures walked out, looking at the people around them, and said.
The masters of Momen Fifth Peak, Sixth Peak, and Seventh Peak are all here. Even if they can't deal with the lineup of Zi Chuan, they can't appear. Today, to kill the traitor Ninth Peak, Li Family Village appears together.
"My junior brother is no different from dead now, let's let him go this time," Qi Huan said, clenching his fists tightly.
"Fifth Senior Brother, no wonder you still don't understand. It doesn't matter whether the Junior Brother is dead or alive. What matters is the power of the Yang in the Junior Brother's body." The Master of Sixth Peak said in a deep voice.
"Don't hesitate anymore, just do it."
Seventh Peak Lord said lightly, then stepped forward and walked down.
At this moment, Heaven Speaker, who was meditating on Heavenly Language Peak in the distance, suddenly trembled. He stood up and looked to the west, his eyebrows furrowed.
A person from Momen? Damn, they're in danger.
The void scrolled, Heaven Speaker took a step forward, and was about to go to help. Suddenly, on the horizon, seven colors gathered together, and a white robed shadow appeared. Looking at the woman who was about to leave, he said calmly, "Heaven Speaker, I don't need you to interfere with the matters within my Mo Sect."
Seeing the white-robed figure appearing in the sky, Heaven Speaker's expression became solemn and he said, "Ink Lord, must we kill them all!"
"Betraying the master, bullying the master and destroying the ancestors, I think such a serious crime is an unforgivable sin even in any great religion," Ink Lord said lightly.
"Mingren didn't say secret words before. Ink Lord Since practicing Seven-Colored Immortal Art and Yin-Yang Immortal Art, more than one or two disciples have died. Today, Ink Lord has half of his foot buried in the True Realm. As long as he concentrates on practicing, it is only a matter of time before he can take this half step. Why should we sacrifice these innocent children?" Heaven Speaker said solemnly.
"Sacrifice?"
Ink Lord looked into the distance and said, "Heaven Speaker is wrong. Except for this ninth son, I have never sacrificed anyone. They said that Heaven Speaker can communicate with heaven and earth and know the world's affairs. Now it seems that it is not all true."
Heaven Speaker heard this, his brows furrowed again, unwilling to say any more, he turned his hands over, Heavenly Language Peak got up, the wind and snow turned sharply, and turned into Heaven and Earth Prison the old man in white robe who was blocking the sky.
"Heaven Speaker, it is really not my original intention to fight with you, I offend you."
Speaking of which, Ink Lord raised his hand, and the colorful brilliance criss-crossed across the sky and earth, shaking off the gathering wind and snow.
"The Lord of Mo Sect really hides his secrets."
Heaven Speaker looked at the snowflakes flying all over the sky, sighed softly, and without further delay, the eyes like the sun, moon and stars slowly opened, and in an instant, the wind and clouds surged, and the sky turned pale.
When Ink Lord saw this, his expression became more solemn than ever before. The illusory figure gathered black and white light, and it turned out to be the same power of yin and yang, solidified from the emptiness.
"Senjutsu, Waxing and Waning Moon"
As soon as he raised his hand, the black moon came to the world, black and white reflected each other, and incompleteness appeared in the perfection.
The reappearance of the Yin-Yang Immortal Technique froze the heaven and the earth. Around Heaven Speaker, an unspeakable power of law rose sharply, seeming to tear the woman's body apart.