"Brother, don't cry."
The black-robed young man looked at Xu Qing's tears, raised his hand and rubbed Xu Qing's head, and spoke softly.
"Why do you still like to cry like when you were a child?"
Xu Qing's body trembled, and his eyes fell on the face in front of him, which should be familiar, but now it was extremely unfamiliar.
The person in front of him was his brother, standing in front of him countless times in his memory, like a mountain, every time he cried, he would touch his head like now, and say the same words gently.
This is the most beautiful picture in Xu Qing's memory, and it is also the deepest place of fragility and cherishment under his strong appearance, supporting him to survive the difficult and cold barriers.
At this moment, the wall collapsed.
The black-robed young man looked at Xu Qing's eyes and his voice was soft.
"Brother, I had many brothers and sisters in my previous life, but I didn't experience too much warmth in the world, and everything I encountered was indifference and calculation, whether it was my father or my brothers and sisters, it was the same."
"So in this life, I miss it very much, whether it is my parents or you...... Especially you who always like to cry." The black-robed young man looked at Xu Qing and spoke softly.
"But the moment I awaken the memory of my previous life, if I don't immediately sacrifice a whole city and complete the ritual to the gods, I will not be reborn and will wither to death."
The black-robed young man spoke calmly.
"At that time, I was in the sky where blood rained down, watching you sitting in the mud and corpses crying and helpless, calling your parents and brothers, I was actually very happy that you were lucky to survive, and I really wanted to walk up to you, touch your head, and tell you, brother, don't cry."
Xu Qing listened to this, his already thunderous mind roared again at this moment, the thunder rolled, his body trembled strongly, his mind set off an even more violent wave, and a muffled low roar came out of his throat, but he couldn't roar it completely.
Finally, it turned into blood, overflowing from the corners of his mouth and nose, and falling to the ground drop by drop.
The black-robed young man lowered his head and looked at Xu Qing, with pity in his eyes, and put the candied haws in his hand aside.
"I saw it on the road, and I remembered that my brother likes to eat, so I bought it for you."
After saying that, the young man in the black robe took a deep look at Xu Qing, put on the mask of the god's remnant face again, and walked forward.
Saint Yunzi and his son bowed their heads, followed silently, and walked past Xu Qing.
The last person who walked past Xu Qing was the night dove carrying the head of the sixth master.
Beside Xu Qing, the night dove paused and spoke in a low voice.
"My name is Night Dove, I didn't expect you to have such a relationship with your master."
After saying that, the night dove walked away, the sky was thunderous, the dark clouds were dense, and the rain and snow blended together, falling on the earth together.
Xu Qing's body trembled violently, he wanted to struggle, wanted to catch up, wanted to ask questions, until when his struggle was at its strongest, the young man in black robes walking in the distance paused, and his voice came softly.
"By the way, brother, my parents' bodies were buried by me in Chaoxia Mountain in Fenghai County, you can go see them when you have time."
This sentence floated from afar and fell into Xu Qing's ears, becoming the last earth-shattering thunder that caused it to collapse.
Xu Qing's body trembled to the extreme, his eyes were as red as a sea of blood, his breath was chaotic and endless, and the sadness in his heart turned into the sky.
In the next instant, Xu Qing's body shook, and he could move.
A shrill roar came out of his mouth like never before, he was not a person who liked to roar, but at this moment, his sadness and misery came out of his mouth uncontrollably.
He turned around suddenly, and in the direction of the young man in black robes, he started at full speed, chasing after him to the extreme, he knew that this was irrational, but he couldn't be rational.
The cold wind blew, and the snowflakes fell with rain as the sky roared, pouring on his body, and while the biting cold invaded, Xu Qing still pursued, he chased for a long, long time, and his eyes were always vast, there was nothing.
Until the snow and rain became more and more numerous, Xu Qing's body surged, and a mouthful of blood was sprayed out by him, melting with the snow and rain, and sprinkled on the ground, Xu Qing's body trembled, and he staggered to his knees.
Snow and rain fell on his hair, shoulders, and face, and he couldn't tell if they were tears and flowed on the ground.
Finally, a tragic laugh came out of Xu Qing's mouth, he raised his head to look at the sky, at the night, at the remnants of the gods looming in the night.
A past that he was pressed down on in his heart, the softest part of his heart, which was riddled with holes at the moment, slowly appeared in front of him.
That was thirteen years ago.
The memories of that year have become uncontrollable, this is the law of life.
But Xu Qing still remembers the feeling of home when she was a child, it was the warmth of her parents' company, and it was the warmth of a family of four.
He remembered his father's calloused hands, his mother's kind gaze, and vaguely seemed to remember the taste of the food at home.
And all this, with the arrival of that day, ended.
He couldn't forget that day, the remnants of the gods in the sky suddenly opened their eyes.
His eyes fell on the city where he was, and in an instant...... Heaven and earth are molded into lakes, everything is twisted, the entire city disappears, parents disappear, and brother disappears.
All of this is gone.
Only a large amount of debris and blood rain remained, falling from the sky, leaving him alone as a living person, crying helplessly in fear in the bloody mud.
Until he cried and cried, he passed out.
When he woke up, he thought it was just a nightmare, and his parents and brother would appear when he woke up, but the moment he opened his eyes, he looked at everything around him as usual, which let him know that the nightmare might have just begun from this moment.
He was only six or seven years old at the time, and he couldn't remember how he left, how difficult he survived, how much food he couldn't eat, or what kind of struggle he experienced on the verge of life and death.
Gradually, he became a wanderer, covered in dirt and seen countless evils of human nature.
Gradually, he learned to compete with wild dogs for food, learned to bark his teeth, learned to endure and be vigilant, and began to like to hide in the dark.
Gradually, he also learned to kill, and finally in the slums of a small city, after killing the big man who wanted to eat him, he cut off his head little by little and hung it on a tree, giving himself a place.
Gradually, he began to yearn for life in the city, envious of the cleaner clothes of the people inside than his own, and longed to become a monk so that he could live a better life.
Gradually, living became the only thought in his heart.
He shouldn't have been like this, it was the world that changed him.
Therefore, he has great respect for knowledge.
Therefore, he is extremely cruel to his enemies, and he will repay every slightest slightest.
Therefore, he is very grateful to those who have helped him.
This is also the reason why the small city of the slums, in the catastrophe of the gods opening their eyes, he is not afraid, on the one hand, life is already like this, he is not afraid of death, what is there to be afraid of.
On the other hand, it is...... He experienced.
But he always had hope in his heart, he felt that his parents were not dead, and his brother was still there, but they couldn't find him.
It was his secret, and he didn't tell anyone.
When the Thunder Team left the ruined city, the temporary team members around him talked about the city that disappeared a few years ago, and Xu Qing listened in his ears and was silent.
When the captain told him that the disappeared city was sacrificed, Xu Qing was still silent.
When the Seventh Master was in the Phoenix Forbidden and told him about the secret of Ziqing's kingdom and the place where the prince died, Xu Qing was still silent.
At this moment, he who was crying in this snow and rain slowly stopped roaring, slowly stopped trembling, and slowly fell silent again.
He is repairing his heart, he is perfecting his high walls, sealing the bitter fragility and the softness that does not want to be touched more and more.
Until a long time, he took out the jade slip in his leather bag and carved two words on it in the rain and snow.
Elder brother.
He wrote these two words very seriously and very hard.
"One day, if I don't die, I will kill you, the prince of Ziqing Shangguo."
Xu Qing muttered in his heart, closed his eyes, and after a long time, he opened his eyes and carved the father and son of Saint Yunzi and the night dove.
In the rain and snow, he stood up, did not look back, and walked towards the distance, going further and further.
The cold in the wind and snow, he suddenly felt that he was no longer afraid.
Its back is bleak and sharp, like a lone wolf, but also with a touch of maturity.
Xu Qing remembered that Team Lei said that if there are too many things buried in a person's heart, they will become mature.
Xu Qing felt that he was already very mature at this moment.
He wanted to go back to the sect, and then when he was strong enough, he would leave Yinghuangzhou to find the Chaoxia Mountain.
At the same time, what he wanted to kill was not only those engraved on it, but for the organization of Zhuzhao, Xu Qing had unprecedented killing intentions.
"Candlelight."
Xu Qing's voice was hoarse, and after speaking in a low voice, he took out the magic ship and stepped on it, and in the next moment, the magic ship turned into a long rainbow, galloping through the rain and snow, heading straight for the Seven Sects Alliance.
In the cabin of the French ship, Xu Qing sat there silently, meditating silently.
Let time pass little by little.
Until three days later, Xu Qing slowly opened his eyes.
He lowered his head expressionlessly, looked at his storage bag, opened it for a long time and took out a pot of wine, put it to his mouth and took a big sip, with the spiciness flowing from his throat, Xu Qing remembered that he had drunk for the first time.
At that time, Team Lei looked at him with a smile and said that he was still young and didn't understand the taste of wine.
After the Seven Blood Boys, Xu Qing understood, but today, he felt that the wine was not strong enough.
After taking another big sip, he got up and walked out of the cabin, standing on the deck and looking up at the night sky, feeling the wind from the sky.
After a while, Xu Qing took out a flute, picked it up with both hands, and put it to his mouth.
Gradually...... Bursts of bleak flute sounds echoed in this magic ship and drifted away.
In the leisurely whirlwind, the past is narrated.
This song is called Li Shang.
At this moment, in the wilderness of Yinghuang Prefecture, the candlelight illuminated the group of people moving forward, and no one spoke along the way.
The young man in black robes in front was indifferent, and everyone in the back was silent.
Until a long time, the night dove looked up at the master in front of him, hesitated and then spoke in a low voice.
"Master, are you doing this to stimulate Xu Qing and make him grow into the person you want? Or ...... He is also a person with a past life like you?"
The young man in black robe in front shook his head and spoke calmly.
"You think too much, I do whatever I want, and I don't have the habit of stimulating others."
"Adi has no past life, he is just a child of an ordinary family, but in this life, I don't remember the brotherhood I felt before I woke up, which became my bond after awakening."
"Master, if I make the wrong move in the Seven Blood Boy...... What will happen if I kill him?" After hesitating, Ye Dove asked what was in his heart.
"You will die." The black-robed young man did not look back, his tone was calm.
Ye Dove was silent, he understood that his master didn't care about Xu Qing's life or death at all, otherwise he would have stopped him when he made a move before.
Because he doesn't care, anyone can kill him, and he can watch without stopping him.
But because of the bond, if he kills Xu Qing, he will cut it off.
Everything is actually self-inflicted.
In the final analysis, in his master's heart, he is not the brother Xu Qing in this life, he has always been the amazing sky, even the holy land has repeatedly wanted to accept apprentices, and promised the gods before his death to give the second generation the chosen Ziqing prince.
"Master, if you cut off the bonds to make your Taoist heart more complete, Night Dove is willing to do this!" The night dove lowered his head and spoke in a deep voice.
"I don't cultivate the Tao, I don't want the Taoist mind, I cultivate God." The young man in the black robe looked calm and walked further and further.