Yu Nian was walking on the road.

Walk along a long path full of withered yellow leaves.

There were a few other people who also walked on their own.

When the breeze blows, dust is everywhere.

A child with no eyes and two dark and empty face begged Yu Nian. He had no expression on his face, but just stopped Yu Nian and kowtowed, hesitating in his mouth, and his tongue seemed to be knotting.

Yu Nian frowned, without any slight compassion in her heart, just feeling bored.

Yu Nian was walking on the road. There were a few other people, and they were walking on their own.

When the breeze blows, there are yellow leaves on all sides.

A child begged Yu Nian... [Note 1]

Yu Nian walked along this decadent path, rustling with footsteps of falling leaves, and the breeze blew his sleeves.

After repeating this scene countless times, Yu Nian stopped. The pedestrian bent down slightly, looked down at the child kowtowing at his feet, and said, "I am not a savior. There is no savior in this world."

The child raised his head and stared at Yu Nian with his empty eyes: "But we can do our best to be an eye or a lamp."

The child without eyeballs turned into a three-inch moon-white jade token in Yu Nian's eyes.

Yu Nian opened her eyes.

it hurts……

Every inch of skin, every acupoint, and every meridian are painful.

"The great way is above Tai Chi but not high, below the six poles but not deep, before heaven and earth but not long, and long ago in ancient times but not old." ... [Note 2]

In Yu Nian's mind, an inexplicable ancient scripture sounded, and the source of the sound was the moon-white jade plaque.

"The great way is above Tai Chi but not high, below the six poles but not deep, ahead of heaven and earth but not long, and grew up in ancient times but not old."

The sound was faintly, appearing and vaguely, and it kept repeating, and the jade token, it had fallen on the palm of Yu Nian's right hand for some time, no matter how it was.

Yu Nian's broken hands and feet had somehow recovered, but his body was still very weak.

Yu Nian opened his eyes and this was a quiet and bright room, antique and very quiet.

Shouldn't I be dead?

Yu Nian clearly remembered that in the night city, in order to avenge Yue Cunshan, he first asked the Lotus Umbrella to activate the umbrella of the heavens at the cost of a drop of rain. On the day when Xue Tian got married, he isolated Yu Nian from him from this world.

Then he invited the Shenquan organization in the Night City, which was the Gu brothers and sisters, to lead the Taoist protector beside Xue Tian, ​​and then swallowed the Tiansha Pill that he had difficulty refining successfully, broke into the third realm, and killed Xue Tian.

This time, all of the actions were in Yu Nian's calculations. The only exception was that when he condensed the baby pill, it was not only the seven innate evil power elixirs, but also the Yin-Death Qi in his body, which was also a kind of innate evil power, the innate Yin-Death Power!

Therefore, Yu Nian is the eight innate evil power elixir! Yu Nian's infant elixir is half golden and half black. This infant elixir is unprecedented in the past.

However, according to common sense, when forming elixirs, the more evil power, the better.

After killing Xue Tian, ​​Yu Nian activated the method of passing through the air that he learned from Mo Kong's hands and escaped from Yecheng.

But immediately afterwards, he was hit by an extremely powerful magic and must have been dead.

Who saved him?

Several figures flashed through Yu Nian's mind.

He looked at the jade token in his hand, and the two words "steal" and "god" were written on the front and back.

This jade tablet should be what the mouse spirit sent to the bodies of various practitioners in the Nine Demon Cave at that time?

What is it? A magic weapon? Or is it hidden in the rumored magic trick?

Yu Nian put away the jade token, got out of bed, and pushed open the door.

There was heavy snow in front of me, and silver-white snowflakes were flying between the sky and the earth.

"Uncle! Are you awake!?" Xiaoyue's surprise voice sounded. Yu Nian saw a small dark green pavilion not far ahead, in the white snow. Xiaoyue, Wang Yu, and Yu Lingxi were sitting together, and a pot on the table in front of him was steaming.

Yu Nian sat down, Xiaoyue's eyes were bright, she put a bowl and chopstick for Yu Nian and picked up a piece of meat. Then she thought that Yu Nian had just woken up from the brink of life and death and changed to a piece of vegetable.

Yu Lingxi took a sip of sake expressionlessly, and his eyes fell into the hot pot in front of him.

Wang Yu's eyes were very gentle and he said softly: "I'm back home."

"You saved me?" Yu Nian asked.

"Pay attention to your tone." Yu Lingxi glared at Yu Nian.

Wang Yu waved his hand and signaled that it was okay, saying, "Do you still remember that I drank the nine generations of starry sky for you at the shore of Qiangu Lake?"

Yu Nian frowned and subconsciously touched his chest. The cross-shaped wound he once regarded as a shame caused by the starry sky cross blade had disappeared.

"There was also an ancestor's decree that you drank at that time." Wang Yu explained, "It is precisely because of this decree that you can survive Schrödinger's blow."

Yu Nian was silent for a moment, her expression was very complicated, and she wanted to say thank you, but when she faced Wang Yu, she couldn't speak, so she turned around, "Schrödinger knew I did it?"

Wang Yu shook his head gently: "He probably didn't know. I don't know how you isolated all the breath under his nose, but since he could be isolated at that time, he wouldn't be able to detect it now, let alone, if it weren't for the existence of the variable Qiming Dharma Imperial, you would have died."

Yu Nian reluctantly agreed with Wang Yu's statement. Now in the heart of Schrödinger, the Lord of Night City, the person who killed his son Xue Tian should have been dead.

"Thank you." Yu Nian raised his glass.

A smile appeared on Wang Yu's lips. Yu Lingxi felt that this was the best time that his mother had smiled in so many years: "You're welcome. Since you're home, live with peace of mind. There are all kinds of resources at home, which is enough for you to practice to the eighth level, and you are there!"

Wang Yu glared at Yu Lingxi: "Although Sanyang is a big chunk, where is the best place to have a home?"

"I only stayed at home for half a year. After participating in this tribe, I will go back to the sect." Yu Lingxi continued to drink in small sips and eat in small stutters.

Yu Nian simply didn't say anything. Home? Does he have a home? Is this his home? He has been wandering around the world with Taoist Yu since childhood and is not worthy of a home.

Yu Nian missed Taoist Yu, and I don’t know where this old guy is now.

He raised his wine glass and took a full sip, toasting himself, and to Dao Ren Yu who didn't know where he was. The snowflakes fluttered, the air was slightly cold, and the white rise in the pot rose, scattering, blurring Yu Nian's gaze.

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Note 1: The opening paragraph is adapted from Mr. Lu Xun's "The Beggar".
Chapter completed!