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There was finally a ray of light in the east. The sky began to brighten.

The people at the foot of the mountain were still dreaming. They didn't know that the golden peak of Emei on the mountain was like hell on earth!

The place where the old women used to live was in one of the six wooden houses on the mountainside.

Of course, he was also living here now. He was also sleeping.

Except that everyone in every room would never wake up. Because everyone's eyes, nose and ears are bleeding! At this moment, the blood had already dried up.

These old women might have been having a beautiful dream last night, but an invisible stream of air had shaken them until they bled from their eyes, noses, noses, and mouths!

The most painful was none other than Huo Lingtong.

Not a night's sleep!

Last night, the sounds of fighting coming from outside scared her out of her wits! Although he couldn't hear it clearly, he knew from the sound of the air coming from outside the stone door that the outside was dangerous! His Master was facing an enemy she had never encountered before.

Thus, he had to leave! Even if he died with his master, he had to leave. Because his life was his master's, when his master needed it, he had to give it back to her!

He had been fighting outside all night and had also knocked on the stone door all night. His hands were already swollen. It was even starting to bleed. But in the end, he still failed. He could only cry helplessly at the door. He was constantly regretting it. Why didn't he practice martial arts properly back then? Why was he always so distracted when cultivating? Always want to think of a long time already sketched out in the mind of a beautiful man figure? Why... There were so many reasons why he could not wait for the stone door to open. As long as the stone door was not opened, it meant that the master had not returned.

Master didn't come back, which meant …

He didn't dare to think about it anymore.

At this moment, Huo Ling Tong was like a mad lamb as she looked around the cave and groped. He had been training in this cave for ten years. However, there had never been a stone door before. And last night, he suddenly slammed a stone door, knowing that it must have been closed by his Master. Since he could close it, he must be able to open it.

He was looking for an opening or an exit. However, after searching for half a night, he still did not find any clues.

Could it be a door of death? Impossible! How could his master trap him inside?

The cave was not big. Two Zhang wide and two Zhang high. The surroundings were polished until they were smooth and smooth.

Huo Lingtong was half-kneeling on her Pu Ban City cultivation. The oil lamp in her hand seemed to be almost burnt out. He felt extremely anxious. The only thought was to go out. I need to go out and see Master. There was a beautiful woman carved into the opposite wall. His master wanted him to train with this woman every day, because her body was full of meridian paths and mental cultivation methods. Huo Lingtong looked around her hopelessly. She slowly stood up and walked up to the statue. She moved the lamp closer to the side and carefully observed it, hoping to find something. It was because he always felt that only in the statue did this person have a profound mystery. As the light shifted, it seemed as if a tiny ray of light flashed by. Huo Lingtong was stunned. She reached out her jade-like hand and gently touched her navel! His jade-like fingers lightly touched the stone wall, and with a 'chi' sound, a golden ray of light immediately sprinkled onto the stone wall! The cave actually lit up! Huo Lingtong turned around in surprise. A dazzling light blinded her eyes. The smell of the morning immediately spread to every corner of the cave!

"Master!" A cry of surprise sounded out. Throwing away the lamp in his hand, he flew out of the cave like a little bird …

The morning sun shone brightly, and the mountain breeze caressed the land.

Suddenly, a heart-wrenching cry came from the side of the mountain. The mournful wail echoed through the pine trees on the mountaintop …

The next day, a shocking news came from the martial arts world — Emei had been massacred overnight! There was nothing left of Good Old Ni!

Thus, the four sides panicked …

"… …"

March. Spring.

On the public road leading to Fujian's Changle, a handsome black horse galloped all the way.

Lin Xuanzi had already travelled for two whole days and had finally reached the borders of Fujian Province.

Changle was more than 60 miles away from Fuzhou.

Lin Xuanzi kept looking along the way, trying his best to find some familiar memories in his mind. But it was always so vague.

From afar, he saw a small town at the end of the road. Lin Xuanzi's face was filled with joy. He clamped his legs together and shouted, "Giddy up!" His four legs were flying in the air. In a blink of an eye, they had arrived at the intersection of the town.

"Ah —" Lin Xuanzi looked around. Although the town was still the same town, it seemed to have changed a lot.

"Thirty years--" A wave of emotion rose. He immediately dismounted and walked towards the town, his clothes fluttering in the wind.

The town was not small. It was at least a mile from east to west.

Both sides of the row were filled with people. A lot of people were sitting by the door, chatting and having tea. Three or five groups of children were playing on the road. It was peaceful and peaceful. Lin Xuanzi could not help but nod his head.

However, he found it strange. This was clearly the Dong Sheng's old residence, but why was it that he did not recognize any of its current owners? The house across the street that he clearly remembered to be Huang Ermao's, and the person sitting at the door right now was also a stranger to him?

Along the way, they also attracted many curious glances from the people nearby. It was obvious that they were surprised by this stranger. Some of them were whispering to each other.

Lin Xuanzi also found it strange. After hesitating for a moment, he quickened his pace towards the west. After walking more than a hundred steps, he entered through a small side path.

In front of him was a vast wasteland filled with white poplars. There were large white poplars spitting out fresh leaves, verdant and lush.

Lin Xuanzi casually strolled across the grassland and entered the White Poplar Forest. His vision immediately widened. Yet, it revealed a huge courtyard.

A stone wall surrounded the courtyard, and the stones were already covered with weeds and moss. One of the gates of the wall had long since rotted away, and the other two were now standing white on either side of it. The door was filled with rotten wood. Lin Xuanzi's eyes warmed up. He led the horse into the yard. He looked up. There was a large stone building in front of him. It had three floors, and the eaves of the houses were overhanging. It was very grand. It must have been a mansion! The two mighty stone lions in front of the gate had almost lost their shape due to the dust.

There were two thick red pillars with patches of color on them. There were cracks all over them, making them look as if they had gone through the vicissitudes of life. Only the two iron gates were still closed, though many places on them had rusted holes. A lock hung diagonally. It seemed to have rusted open. It's full of cobwebs. There was a sign slanted across the door. The paint on it had long since shed off. A faint "Forest" character could be seen on it.

Lin Xuanzi could not help but tear up. "Thirty years!" he muttered to himself. He reached out his hand and pushed open the door.

When the door opened, dust immediately flew everywhere. He saw a big patio. The patio was filled with banyan trees, and now they were as thick as a man's arm. The lush branches and leaves were like several large umbrellas.

In the middle was actually a tomb!

It was a very big tomb. made of granite. The grass around him was as tall as a person. In front of the grave stood a stone tablet. The marble tablet was meticulously polished, but the words were still engraved in large white letters — "Tomb of Old Father Lin Xiaotian and Mother Duan Fanglian." On the side, there were two rows of small characters, "Clear Wind, Bright Moon, Infatuation. Hot blood, liver, and gallbladder."

Lin Xuanzi kneeled in front of the grave, tears already streaming down his face. He held the tombstone with both hands, unable to utter a single word.

After thirty years of accumulation, how could one describe Lin Xuanzi's feelings?

In his heart, he thought, "I'm sorry a million times …"

It was as if they were five years old and the two children who had lost their fathers could only watch as their father's coffin was brought back. The next day, their mother rammed into the stone lion in front of the door and left with their father! The brothers became orphans. Never forget that day! And for many days after that, the two young minds could not accept the fact that it had become a fact! Two seeds of hatred sprouted together that year. With the help of their family and friends, the two brothers buried their parents in the courtyard. They wanted to let them live in this "home" forever. On the third day after the mourning was over, the brothers knelt down in front of their parents' tombs and swore that they would hold that person's head and heart in front of their parents to pay homage on the day they killed the enemy! But after more than twenty years, not only did he not fulfill his promise, he did not even have the chance to return home and sweep the tomb! He had lost his only family member, Lin Fei'er …

Thinking of this, Lin Xuanzi's eyes widened! He threw his head back and gave a long howl. With a "pa" sound, the plaque outside the door fell down and shattered into pieces!

After crying for a while, Lin Xuanzi stood up and used his hands to remove the surrounding weeds one by one. His movements were extremely slow, but they were also filled with seriousness. Wipe every weed clean.

Lin Xuanzi once again sat down in front of the grave, his eyes seemingly lifeless as he stared at the monolith in front of him. He didn't move for a long time. Just sit there.

A gust of wind blew past, and dust filled the air above the tree, sprinkling onto Lin Xuanzi's body. Lin Xuanzi raised his head and looked up. Only then did he realize that the sky was about to turn dark.

Lin Xuanzi propped up the stone monument and walked to a banyan tree in the corner. A large banyan tree with intertwined roots. Lin Xuanzi shrugged his shoulders. With a flash of his green robe, he stood on a branch twenty feet above the ground. He looked around and waved his right hand. "Crack!" The branch next to him actually revealed a hole half a foot wide! Lin Xuanzi bowed and reached into the hole on the tree with his right hand. He took out an iron box.

The black metal box was four feet long and seven inches wide.

Lin Xuanzi pressed the box with the thumb of his right hand, and with a 'chi' sound, the metal box opened up.

A sword was lying inside, and beneath it was a layer of embroidered cloth. There was a small yellow package on the sword. Lin Xuanzi held the sword in his hand as hot tears welled up in his eyes once more! The blade of a sword was three feet long, the hilt was seven inches long, the blade was five inches wide, and the weight was five pounds. On the sword's handle, two black words were impressively written — "Great Ravager"!

Lin Xuanzi placed the sword back into the box and opened the yellow package. A dark book appeared with the words "Moon Fault Divine Art" written on it!

Lin Xuanzi raised his head and let out a long sigh. He placed the book into the box and closed the lid. With a lift of her green robe, a piece of cloth came out from her clothes and wrapped around the box. She put the box on her back and lightly tapped the tip of her foot. She had already landed under the tree.

Lin Xuanzi turned his head to the side and looked at the house in front of him. Shaking his head, he walked to the grave and knelt down. Then, he kowtowed eighteen times. He waved his sleeve to wipe the corners of his eyes, turned around, and walked towards the door.

"Squeak, squeak ~ ~" The sound of horses' hooves galloping outside the door gradually disappeared outside the forest.