Fu Canglu

Chapter 247

The roof of Tiansu Building.

The blue tiles are in a mess, everywhere is the scene of destruction caused by the explosion of Yuanli after the war.

The boy in black staggered to his feet, stumbled forward two steps, staggered, and fell forward suddenly, with his hands on the ground, dripping with blood, half lying on the edge of the eaves of the cracked blue tiles of Tiansu Building.

He froze in a daze, slowly moved his head, and looked down.

It's not just Tiansulou.

The whole of Luoyang.

Most of Luoyang is covered with a thin layer of green frost under the icy and snowy spirit of the city lord of Fengxue Yincheng, and under this layer of coldness of varying shades is the black ember of Suzaku's vain flames when the city was burned. And the marks left by the stampede of the rioting crowd.

After Luoyang opened the city gates, the flow of people outside the city almost dispersed.

It's a half empty city.

The little hall looked dull, with dull eyes, turned around in and out of Luoyang City, and finally converged in front of the Tiansu Tower, the three-foot wind and snow-intensive place.

That familiar breath.
That's where it came from.

Yi Xiao murmured, "Why?"

Even with a blank mind.

Even if the thinking has been lost.

He could still recognize that wisp of ghostly soul faintly scattered in the wind and snow.

Murong.

No. Is she dead?

Murong died in the first year of the Spring and Autumn Period, in front of the Jiangnan Dao, and finally Xiao Wang killed the entire rivers and lakes of the Jiangnan Dao, and flattened the Jiangnan martial arts.

But why.
why?
There was blood in Yi Xiao's eyes, and the dragon and snake roared in his mind, as if sensing the subtle aura of the previous master, he opened his long and narrow eyes, and the river was overwhelmed.

Unreasonable hostility rolled over.

Yi Xiao stared at the snowstorm below Tiansu Tower.

It was him who killed his mother?
who is it?Who killed Murong?
Is it the city lord of Snow Wind and Silver City, or the entire Snow Wind and Silver City?

A mess.

In the three-foot wind and snow, the chill raged, the aura of the red-clothed child began to diminish, and the blood energy permeated through the wind and snow.

bloody smell.

Yi Xiao's eyes were red, and his pupils were like a green lotus blooming in a sea of ​​blood.

He could clearly see from his lotus figure that the woman in red in the wind and snow had her shoulders tightly clenched by the silver-white man's arbitrariness. At the last moment when her life was fading away, she seemed to be choked by her throat. , was violently shaken, dragged, bitten, pulled!

She was originally a dying person whose soul had passed away and could not be recovered.

How to resist this beast-like tearing?
So that red dress was torn apart in the wind and snow, revealing shoulders that were paler than the wind and snow, and a carcass that was pure white but stained with blood.

Mu Hongyi was still smiling.

She let the furious man tear off her red clothes, let the heir of Taixu escaped and came to the world, venting her anger and hatred on her body.

The three-foot wind and snow covered the unbearable words of the Lord of Yincheng.

But it can't cover the lotus.

Mu Hongyi looked far away through the wind and snow, the corners of his lips were stained with blood, and he carried an inexplicable smile.

Never miserable.

Mu Hongyi looked at the black-clothed boy with red and green pupils.

Her eyes froze at that slightly raised angle.

Then the color fades a bit.

First, the knees hit the wind and snow, and the blue frost spread, quickly covering the snow-white thighs.

Mu Hongyi's strands of black hair that had been torn away were scattered in the wind and covered with a layer of bleak frost, before it was too late to fall away, and was then shattered by the violent power of the Yincheng City Lord.

All roars were blocked by the wind and snow.

So the world fell silent.

Only the boy in black on the Tiansu Building could see Mu Hongyi kneeling in the wind and snow, with the same smile on his face.

It's the prettiest smile in the world.

It's just too pale.

So ugly.

His Royal Highness seemed to have something stuck in his throat, it was a knife, and it went down, straight to his heart, smashing all his viscera to pieces, so he just stared blankly into the wind and snow, and after a while, he tried his best to cover it. Throat, vomiting desperately, trying to spit out the knife.

No fruit.

The three-foot wind and snow whistled in Yi Xiao's ear, jokingly, more like stating an objective fact to himself

The woman in red never spoke again.

She just turned her eyes to herself at the last moment.

She is dead.

died.

What is dead?
Yi Xiao's eyes lost their brilliance, thinking about this question in a daze.

He thought of some dead people for no reason.

Lao Miao, Lao Duan, old man Su, Lord Sword Master.
To die is to have nothing.

You can't see her, you can't talk to her anymore, no matter how much you hate her, there is no time to bury her.

And Hongyi'er died.

Yi Xiao propped his hands on the roof of Tiansu Building, looking through the wind and snow.

He looked at the smiling woman in red who was still kneeling on the ground but had died.

Your Highness can't figure it out.

She has always been a dying person, and her end has long been doomed.

But why.
Why at this time, she smiled in relief, but she was more sad than anyone else in this world?

Yi Xiao couldn't figure it out.

At this moment, the innermost part of my heart, like a piece of solid ice, was hit by someone with a sharpie, desperately knocked, kept knocking, and finally broke the solid ice as I wished.

The innermost part is cold and ruthless iron.

An iron that will never be broken by anyone again.

The man is determined to die.

Yi Xiao slowly closed her eyes, as if a knife had been stabbed straight into her throat, into her chest, and blood gushed up against her throat.

And he swallowed the mouthful of blood.

Swallowed the knife.

So there is no roaring, no hoarseness, no heart-piercing.

after piercing the heart
Nothing at all.

There was only deathly peace.

Yi Xiao opened his eyes again, and the darkness returned to his eyes.

There is no lotus plant, and no bloodshot.

He stared blankly at the wind and snow, without the blessing of the lotus plant, he could no longer see the woman in red who was kneeling on the ground in the wind and snow.

His eyes were dark, as if something had died.

Something came alive again.

His Highness said softly, "I understand."

He looked at the man in the three-foot wind and snow.

Yi Xiao understood.

Yes.

That's him.

He was the one who killed Hong Yier.

His own mother, Murong, even Qi Liang, would do everything in his power to cover up the truth of her death. Apart from Fengxue Yincheng, the three holy places in the world, what other force could do it?
That's him.

Lord of the Wind and Snow Silver City.

And the entire Wind and Snow Silver City behind him.

It wasn't just Hongyi'er who was killed, Lao Duan and Lao Miao were also killed, and there were many, maybe even more.

And the next one is myself.

Can't go wrong.

This account, these accounts, must be settled on Fengxue Yincheng's head.

What "break the moment"?
What "mission"?
Yi Xiao clenched the blue tiles tightly, and slightly gathered five fingers, a series of blue tiles suddenly exploded in his palm.

Fry thoroughly.

Under the lurking dragon and snake, one dragon and one snake squinted their eyes slightly, so the aura in His Highness' body unconsciously diffused through the palm of his hand, and the ear-piercing sound of blue tiles bursting was loud and loud, and the entire Tiansu Building was shaken by this aura.

Murderous intent began to accumulate.

In Yi Xiao's view, these high-sounding words are just jokes.

His Highness stood up, his heart was pitch black, his heart was like falling into an abyss, falling deeper and deeper, unable to extricate himself.

He exhaled lightly.

That man killed Hong Yi'er, so it's my turn next, right?

There is no escape.

Can't escape.

So it doesn't matter.

It doesn't matter whether you are dead or alive.

A voice whispered in his heart: "Kill."

A string trembled in my heart.

that voice chuckled
"Since we're all going to die, what's there to worry about about those things?"

"Don't you remember some of those memories before the age of six?"

"Why are you still afraid of death?"

"What's so scary about death?"

"Fight with him, you will die, and he will not be able to live if you die."

The voice stopped abruptly.

Yi Xiao's body froze slightly.

There was a burst of warmth behind him, and someone stretched out his arms and hugged him.

Wei Lingshan burst into tears, and hugged Yi Xiao, her voice choked up, and looked at the temples of the little highness, where there was already a scarlet color, shocking, the whole body of the little highness echoed bloodthirsty Sword Qi.

It is Xiaocheng's killing sword domain.

Why did he cultivate this kind of sword domain?
Has he been possessed?

Wei Lingshan said with a choked voice, "Take me away."

From the beginning of stepping on the road of cultivation, the first Zhou Tian that Yi Xiao got through was the Great Zhou Tian.

In other words, he has already embarked on the path of cultivating the magic way.

Starting from inheriting the dragon and snake appearance left by his mother Murong.

Start from the practice of self-forgetfulness.

This is a road of no return.

People who practice magic way rarely have good results.Even the astonishing Rain Demon Head is now buried in Bingmu Lake.

Either die by his own hands, or die under the catastrophe.

And what you get in exchange for your life is an unreasonable breakthrough in the cultivation of the magic way. There is no so-called bottleneck, and it will happen when it is ripe.

As a result, the aura of the little highness rose steadily, rising steadily.

He has no tendency to stop at all.

Yi Xiao stretched out her hand calmly, covering Wei Lingshan's hand wrapped around her waist.

His movements paused slightly.

Wei Lingshan watched in a daze as the boy in black moved his hand away.

He still insists on staying in Luoyang, that is, he insists on dying.

Would a person who had the idea of ​​death still care about being enchanted?
Not anymore.

In the game of chess in Tianlang City, when he came into contact with the Lord Bailian Mopao and knew that his identity was the co-lord of the Demon Sect in the World.

When I tried my best to consult Qi Liang's library, and finally found out that my mother was the saint of the Demon Sect.

When inviting Beiguan, the black-robed Saint Yuanzi who created the Sutra of Selfless Respect, named him by name and asked him to practice the way of magic.

Yi Xiao never had the idea of ​​revolving the Great Circumference. Since then, he practiced the mind method based on the incomplete 33 heavenly scriptures of Buddhism, and practiced carefully.

He knew that there were many people in the world who wished for him to enter the path of magic.

And only he didn't want to.

But now, does he have a choice?

Yi Xiao didn't look at Wei Lingshan who was behind him with pear blossoms and rain.

He just said softly, "I have no choice."

(End of this chapter)