The elder of the sect, she is going to hang out with the villain

Outside the desolate and quiet city, He Lanyi handed over the vial containing the ashes of the pair of women to Mingming.

"By the time we found her, she was dead."

Minglang held the porcelain bottle tightly with both hands, lowered his head, and did not speak.

"Life is a matter of life and death. I still say the same thing as before. Clearly, these are not things you can decide. You don't have to embarrass yourself and take all the responsibilities."

After finishing speaking, He Lanyi turned and left.

Qingming still stood where he was, for a long time, a tear fell.

He looked up at He Lanyi's leaving figure.

For the first time in many years, someone said such a thing to himself.

Tell him not to blame yourself, it's not your fault.

He is the trusted and reliable brother of the juniors, and the life-saving straw for the common people in times of crisis.

He didn't dare to show his fragility and hard work in front of anyone, but he was really tired.

Bai Zhi had arranged a place for He Lanyi early in the morning, and when the people found out that she was an elder of the Kunlun Immortal Sect, they were all very warm-hearted, and spontaneously cleaned her room carefully.

It's just that when they finally saw this Elder He Lan, they were too scared by her cold face to come forward to talk to them.

It wasn't until the door closed that they breathed a sigh of relief from the atmosphere just now.

"This elder looks really good, but it's a pity that he looks a little scary." One person said angrily.

The woman on the other side took up the conversation, "Isn't that right, I originally wanted this elder to help me find out if my Xiaolin has the talent for cultivation, and whether he can become a cultivator who goes to heaven and enters the earth in the future!"

The Xiao Lin she was talking about was the youngest son she was holding by her hand at this time, but he was only seven or eight years old, with a ignorant expression.

When the others heard this, they couldn't help laughing at her: "How can there be so many talented people in this world? If your little Lin can practice, then I can too?"

"Then can't we all practice? Huh? Hahahahahahaha..."

Everyone suddenly laughed together.

The woman gave a "bah" and went back with the child.

The others had had enough trouble, and went back to their homes one after another.

The movement outside the house did not attract He Lanyi's attention, on the contrary, she was staring at the curved stone in her hand with full attention.

Generally speaking, according to the development of novels, things that can appear in the ruined temple and attract the attention of others are definitely not ordinary.

Perhaps there is no secret hidden in this stone.

He Lanyi tried to inject spiritual power into it, but as expected, the stone absorbed the spiritual power instantly.

He Lanyi was overjoyed, and continued to pour spiritual power into it continuously.

All of a sudden, the internal organs felt like they were being burned by the fire, and He Lanyi had to stop the movement of his hands, covering his chest with one hand.

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and the burning sensation in his body subsided a lot.

A few drops of blood were accidentally spilled on the stone.

After He Lanyi wiped off the blood around his mouth, he was cleaning up, but saw a strong light suddenly burst out from the dull stone.

The blood on it was completely absorbed, and at the same time, a tiny ray of light came out of it, and then went straight into the center of He Lanyi's eyebrows.

There was a stabbing pain between the eyebrows.

The scene in front of He Lanyi's eyes changed drastically in an instant.

In the smog, she couldn't see anything clearly.

Only a hazy voice shouted in her ear.

She cleared the fog and followed the sound.

Bustling and noisy streets, pedestrians in a hurry.

Some people looked at their relatives and friends with a smile on their faces, some were bargaining with vendors, and some children were running around with small windmills.

"Xing'er! Xing'er! Run slower."

A woman is struggling to chase a toddler in front of her.

The boy named "Xing'er" seemed to be a bit naughty, he turned around and made a face at the woman behind him, then ran forward again.

The woman was helpless, but the smile on her face increased rather than diminished.

"Mother can't catch up with you, does Xing'er want to go home alone?" She pretended to be wronged and stood where she was.

The little figure in front stopped, he thought for a while, then turned around and ran towards the woman, hugged her and said, "No, Xing'er wants to be with mother."

"Then you have to hold your mother's hand well." The woman patted his head and said with a smile.

"Okay." Xing'er took her hand, and the two walked forward slowly but firmly.

He Lanyi looked at the mother and son passing by, and suddenly remembered where her sense of familiarity with them came from!

These two are exactly the mother and son who disappeared together with Gu Wuan and were later discovered by them in the ruined temple!

It's just that the two people she saw at that time were both in a state of embarrassment, which was too different from what she saw now, so she didn't recognize them immediately.

He Lanyi followed.

"Miss Ding is back."

"Eh."

After the woman greeted her neighbors, she and Xing'er entered the house together.

He Lanyi stood outside and looked around. The place is located near the busy city, the environment is noisy, there is a small river in front of the door, and willow trees are planted beside the river.

When the wind blows, the branches sway with the wind.

He Lanyi watched it like this for a long time.

A woman’s daily life is very simple. She gets up in the morning to buy vegetables and cook. After Xing’er has breakfast and goes to school, she returns home alone, weaving and embroidering. meal.

Day after day, monotonous repetition.

From the neighbor's mouth, He Lanyi also learned most of the woman's life.

The woman's original surname was Zhao. When she was 14 years old, she married a poor scholar on the street and became a daughter of the Ding family ever since.

The scholar is poor and ambitious, and he only wants to obtain fame and honor his ancestors.

The women then worked at home and sold the woven cloth and embroidered brocade handkerchiefs to make ends meet.

The scholar failed the exam for a long time, depressed all day long, and later became addicted to alcohol, holding a bottle of wine every day to get drunk and dream to death.

The woman was pregnant with Liujia at that time, she was disappointed in the face of her incompetent husband, but she had to become stronger for the child in her womb.

Until the scholar got drunk and fell into the water, when she arrived, she only saw figures floating on the water.

She remembered that the stars and the moon were extraordinarily bright that night.

There are no elders in the scholar's family, and his relatives have not been in contact with each other for a long time. The money for his burial was borrowed by the woman who had the cheek to go back to her mother's house.

Facing the sneering taunts from her closest relatives, she lowered her head and said nothing, but on the way home she found a place where no one was around and cried bitterly for a while.

From that day on, the child in her belly became her only hope of living.

The scene suddenly became horrified. Countless monsters rushed into the city gate and slaughtered wantonly in the city. The woman's neighbor failed to escape and was brutally killed in front of her eyes.

She hid in the firewood, tightly covered the child's eyes and mouth, and bit her lower lip to draw blood, and then swallowed the fear in her throat.

"Mother, I'm hungry."

She can endure hunger, but Xing'er can't.

"Xing'er is good, you go to sleep first, and when you wake up, mother will give you something to eat, okay?"

After Xing'er fell asleep, she went outside in the dark to look for food, but she didn't expect that this trip would be a far cry from heaven and man.

"Star!"

Looking at the ruins that suddenly collapsed in front of her, the woman completely collapsed.

Unconsciously, I have been writing for more than a month. Although I haven't written any results yet, I am still very happy.

I hope that my writing during this period of time can improve, so it is not a waste.