The ancestors engaged in introversion in Xiuxianwen

Then all the pain, all the shame and despair, would be gone.

Ran Ling wiped his hands, picked up the handle of the umbrella with his plain hand, pushed the umbrella cover away, walked over slowly, knelt down in front of Hong Nan, stared at his face, and spoke softly, with dissatisfaction: "For such a long time, I haven't grown anything, and I have lost all manners. You can't even say hello when you see me. You want to die so much, don't you?"

Hong Nan looked up with dull and empty eyes. The heavy rain kept hitting his face, and his eyes were full of astringency, making his vision blurred.

Dying Ling's red lips curled into a mocking smile, and he said every word lightly, each sentence exposing the bloody scars in Hong Nan's heart, "Now the black water sect master and elite disciples are all dead, the great elder rebelled, and countless forces outside I am jealous of your position in the Black Water Sect, and I feel sorry for your aunt who is alone and helpless."

Hong Nan became short of breath, covered his ears in pain, his clothes were wet, and curled up like a small animal.

These words have been said countless times over and over again, and he doesn't want to hear them. He really doesn't want to care about the status of the sect, what kind of blood relationship, and he can't care about anything.

Ran Ling was not forgiving, and his leisurely voice, like a devil's lewd smile, continuously spread to Hong Nan's eardrums, making him roll in pain.

"Why did that fire happen? Was it really caused by the Black Water Fire attribute formation? If not, your relatives would have died in vain, and the real murderer is still at large. Don't you want to avenge them?"

She sighed faintly, and cruelly let the white streamer remove his two hands, and fixed his head, allowing him to look at the dyeing spirit.

"Young man, it's just that you can't practice anymore, and it's not that you're brainless. You can still display your value."

Hong Nan's eyes finally focused on Ran Ling. After staring at her for a long time, he opened his chapped lips. He didn't know whether it was rain or tears on his face. His voice was extremely hoarse, like a helpless child, "Senior, what should I do? nah?"

As soon as the voice came out, it was unconsciously choked and crying.

He had never had such a hesitant moment.

It was as if he was hanging on the edge of a cliff, and there was endless darkness below, only a very thin thread was still tied to him, but he felt that that thread could hardly hold him back, and he was already on the verge of falling.

He is so scared.

Mingming and Ranling are not very familiar and friendly, and if it wasn't for the "hostage" incident, they wouldn't even have any intersection.

But at this moment, he felt that no one in the world could give him the sense of security that Ran Ling had.

It was so safe that he couldn't help but break through the small fortress he had built. For the first time in months, he took the initiative to express his fear and seek help.

After all, it is still a teenager, and it is normal to be afraid after experiencing such an unprecedented blow.

Ran Ling waved his hand to make the white streamer retreat, and slowly opened his lips. His dark eyes contained infinite tolerance, like stars dotted on the sky, "Don't be afraid, tell me, what are you afraid of?"

Hong Nan paused, tears wetted his slender eyelashes, as if he couldn't bear it anymore, he sobbed softly at first, and then gradually grew louder, making people feel uncomfortable after listening to it, "I...I can't practice I've become a useless person, unable to protect others, I can't even take care of myself..."

The boy was crying and talking intermittently, as if he wanted to express all the fear during this period.

The man who was about to take someone home, with three thousand blue hair hanging down his waist, was as elegant as a bamboo, holding an umbrella, when he heard the movement inside, he waited politely at the door.

I don't know how long it took, but when Hong Nan's crying had subsided, Ran Ling said, "Hong Nan, you have to know that in this continent, there are many people who are not cultivators. There are also masters everywhere."

Hong Nan looked at her blankly.

Ran Ling conjured up a brush, cut Hong Nan's palm, stained it with a little of his blood, and then drew on the ground.

One stroke at a time, obscure and difficult to understand, but infinitely mysterious.

The flamboyant and the phoenix dance, all in one go!
The blood-red pattern on the ground was extremely eye-catching, and was deeply engraved in Hong Nan's mind.

Ran Ling looked at the pattern, with a flat tone, and wrote lightly: "I didn't use spiritual power, but do you know how many monks flock to my talisman?"

"There are also some people who can't cultivate by nature, but they specialize in physical fitness, and their physical strength alone can defeat monks steadily."

Ran Ling looked at Hong Nan, with encouragement and hope in his eyes, "You can find another path that belongs to you and start over."

Hong Nan was stunned, he had absorbed too many new ideas, obviously he couldn't react well.

Ran Ling stood up, and the red skirt drew a flame-like arc in the air, "Go back, take a good bath and sleep, come to me tomorrow, I will give you a surprise."

After finishing speaking, he walked away without hesitation.

Each person's path, in the end, still needs to be walked by oneself.

Hong Nan sat in the heavy rain, watched the smear of red fade away, stared at the red rune for a long time, then lay back, his chest heaved, and covered his face with his arms.

When Ran Ling went out, she raised her eyes and saw the person she most wanted to see, and the corners of her mouth curled up slightly.

"Little Phoenix, come to pick me up?"

Xie Heng nodded, and walked over, Ran Ling naturally put away his umbrella and threw it into the space, got into the bottom of the opponent's umbrella, and wrapped his arms around his thin waist.

Xie Heng looked down at her.

Ran Ling looked back with an innocent face: "What's wrong?"

The usual trick.

Xie Heng felt helpless, and took the lead to look away, "It's nothing."

Let her hold her, take advantage of it, and walk towards the back mountain.

This trip lasted for several months, and Ranling found that the precious spiritual grasses she had planted in the back mountain were all plump and healthy, perfectly adapted to the environment she provided them.

Zhu Lingzi, Baiqueguo, Binglian...

They are all precious elixir that are hard to find outside, and one plant can get millions of high-grade spirit stones.

But now in this back mountain, there are large tracts of growth, Ranling only feels that countless spiritual stones are piled up in front of her eyes, gradually confusing her eyes, and she is one step closer to retirement.

Ran Ling and Xie Heng were not there before, these spirit herbs were taken care of by Lin Yunqiu and several other elders personally, just like offering to their ancestors, they dare not neglect at all.

Seeing that they are growing so well now, they feel a sense of pride that their children have grown up.

Seeing Ranling looking left and right groping for money, Xie Heng laughed and took her by the wrist, "Okay, see you tomorrow, I brought food, if you don't go back, it will be cold."

Ran Ling nodded, and followed Xie Heng into the long-lost villa without putting it down.