Too Early

Sunrise, a sight that is almost daily.

It nourishes the earth and nourishes everything.

Yes, few people watch it on weekdays...

Qin Haoxuan looked up and looked around, once again picked up Qinghong, leaped and jumped, and instantly came to the top of the mountain.

In the distance, the sea of ​​clouds is tumbling, and the sky is gray and blue. The golden glow of the sky is spread out in the sky, and the sun is about to jump out of the sea of ​​clouds.

Qinghong Pity is closely leaning on Qin Haoxuan's arms. She looks at the beautiful scenery in the distance. She has amazement and praise: "I knew that it would be so good for me to die. I would rather have an accident earlier. Isn't it, you can Come to me soon?"

These words are cut like a knife on Qin Haoxuan's body. He gathers his arms and holds the front in front of him, but he can't say anything.

The sun jumped out, the golden light, and the vibrant morning came.

Qinghong pity sighed softly: "I still feel a little unwilling, I want to go with you to see the waves of the North Sea, go to find the ancient remains, I want to go with you, go anywhere..."

The sound gradually went down. Qinghong held Qin Haoxuan’s hand and finally lost strength, but at the moment of slipping, Qin Haoxuan’s backhand was held.

Qin Haoxuan closed his eyes and two lines of tears fell silently.

The peak of the mountains, the breeze bursts, the clouds rolling in the distance, the white clouds have been dyed into a splendid golden yellow, the birds in the forest are screaming, the green grass stretches their arms, and they become nothingness in the sun. .

Everything looks so beautiful.

But Qinghong can no longer see it.

The power of death, the death of the dead, the sorrow of the living.

When Qin Haoxuan brought Qinghong back to the bamboo garden, Bai Hao laid and wept, and he saw the real people in the woods standing in front of everyone.

Qinghong's life light went out, and Shenmu really knew that his disciple was dead. He was also sad when he saw his life and death.

"She is gone, I have to go." Qin Haoxuan said.

Shenmu real person nodded: "Qinghong is the disciple of Qingyunzong. I hope Qin's ancestors can allow her to be buried in the ancestral hall of Qingyunzong."

Qin Haoxuan looked at Qinghong’s master and her disciple’s disciple and nodded: “I promised her that she will make a monument for her.”

"There are Lao Qin ancestors." Shen Mu said, he said.

The stone monument prepared by Qingyun Zong for Qinghong Pity is a warm jade of 100,000 years. The wind and rain are thunder and lightning, and the frost and fire will not damage its color.

Qin Haoxuan used his fingers to make five strokes on the top: Qin Haoxuan's wife.

The rest of the people looked at the inscriptions and did not express half the curiosity.

After the burial of Qinghong, Shenmu was human: "Qin ancestors want to leave now?"

Qin Haoxuan looked at the newly-built grave and said to Shenmu: "I will accompany her for a few days."

Shenmu is better than anyone else. Qinghong’s attachment to this ancestor does not even pay for his life. Seeing that Qin Haoxuan is not ruthless, I feel a little relieved: “If Qinghong knows, it will be happy.”

The Qingyunzong's ancestral temple stands in the valley. The terrain here is wide open, planting the ever-green cypress, quiet and peaceful.

Qin Haoxuan leaned back on the jade monument of Qinghong's pity. There was nothing to say about the past, and those memories, appearing intermittently, as if it was yesterday, as if at the end of the years.

After seven days, Qin Haoxuan went to Qingyunzong and left here.

Qin Haoxuan did not forget that the owner of Puguangge had once joined the other two great masters to kill himself. He was careful and did not reveal any points. After half a day, he returned to the beginning without any danger.

It is still the appearance of a frost seal, and the most tragic scene of the day of the gate is left forever.

Qin Haoxuan went to the tombstone of Huanglong and others first. After the respectful ceremony, he came to the cemetery of the Taichu Nature Hall. After several hundred years of snow, his master’s cemetery was somewhat damaged. Qin Haoxuan took resources from the dragon scale sword. Re-repaired the tombstones of the blind and the surrounding disciples.

After doing all this, Qin Haoxuan took a sigh of relief, just like a prodigal son who came home, and his heart finally settled down. The death of Qinghong gave him a lot of sorrow, and the man who was rushing forward also began to miss. The people in his life, looking back, the time is like a long river, it has been gone for so long, they have left themselves for so long.

Sitting in front of the grave at random, there is no opening, Qin Haoxuan smiled first.

"Master, I haven't come to talk to you for a long time, your disciple, Qin Haoxuan, it's really amazing now, and it's a height that I couldn't imagine..."

"In the past few years, I have experienced a lot and I have seen many big people. I will tell you about it..."

"I haven't found any other disciples in the early days, and I don't know how Xu Yu and Zhang are crazy."

"Today, one of my friends is dead. I always feel that I am sorry for her..."

When the words are broken, Qin Haoxuan can't stop. He is like a child who is busy telling his parents what he has seen and experienced. When he thinks about where to say it, he said it all, these years have never been said. Everything that was announced to the mouth was also heard at this time with Master.

He is the ancestor of the world, the devil who can't be provoked in the high, the world respects him, fears him, fears him, hates him... but no one can look at him with the eyes of his elder charity, pet him, this world The risk, no one can cover him. On the contrary, he must be strong enough to hold up the world for the person he wants to protect.

Such a high position, cold, lonely but never going forward, Qin Haoxuan knows clearly, he can not stop, can only go higher and further, to a more lonely place, can achieve everything he wants.

The sun and the moon rotate until Qin Haoxuan has said a lot of words over and over again, and then he has stopped trying.

"Master, the disciple has been harassing you for a long time, don't you have an annoyed disciple?" Qin Haoxuan looked at the cold tombstone and said softly, "The disciple is leaving, the disciples still have a lot of things not done, you tell the teacher, as long as I have Qin Haoxuan is in the beginning, and will definitely reappear in the world."

When he got up, Qin Haoxuan left after respectful worship of Yingling Mountain.

Qin Haoxuan did not go far, he came to the sinister poison valley.

The sacred poisonous valley is like the appearance of his first sight. The outer mile is bare, the grass is not born, and the poisonous gas like black smoke envelopes the whole valley, the wind is sturdy, the dead is heavy, the Jedi symbolizing death, the world’s countless abilities Deteriorating, even the strongest of the nine Dojo Palaces dare not set foot.

Qin Haoxuan stood outside the sinister poisonous valley, and the wind blew his robes. The poisonous gas that instantly melted people was not far away. He remembered how poisonous these overbearing gases were, and ordinary monks stood still. Tens of miles away will be killed by these drug lords~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Even the devil will be swallowed up by it.

When the mind was moving, Qin Haoxuan leaped up and flew up to the sky. From a perspective that overlooked the entire sinister poisonous valley, he looked closely and looked more and more doubts in his heart.

From the outside, the sinister venom is not big, but every time he manipulates the snake into it, there is always a feeling that he will never see the end.

"What kind of space array is there in the Valley of the Immortals?"

Qin Haoxuan frowned slightly, and he looked down at his own hands, and the snake that accompanied him for almost a lifetime was still asleep.

The snake is not the size of the palm of the hand. It seems to be used for sleeping for hundreds of years. It occasionally flashes a golden stream of light on the body of a finger, and there are two horns on the head. It is Qin Haoxuan. I grew it after feeding it dragon blood.

"What the **** are you?" Qin Haoxuan looked at the little snake in his hand and asked softly, "No matter how powerful and powerful I am, you can accept it as much as you can..."

The snake will naturally not respond.