"Cough...cough..."

Perhaps because he was frightened by Bai Qiyun's actions before, Chongyun couldn't stop coughing before he could accept the baptism of love from his 'Brother Yun'.

His internal organs were somewhat injured at first, but now he was so excited that a bright red color overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

Seeing that Chongyun's injury was serious, Bai Qiyun stopped playing around, quickly put away his playful smile, walked over and picked him up.

"Is everything okay?"

Bai Qiyun whispered softly, and slowly stood up with Chongyun.

The alchemist's uniform next to him was already stained with the blood of an unknown person. It was bright red and looked a bit scary.

"I...."

Facing Bai Qiyun's inquiry, Chongyun originally wanted to show off a little bit and pretend that nothing serious happened.

Unfortunately, his body didn't allow it. Before he could speak, a feeling of suffocation surged into his heart, forcing him to vomit blood again.

The blood fell on the white snow and broke into snow plum blossoms.

"Chong...yun..."

Xingqiu, who was slapped into a pig's head, narrowed his eyes, and a trace of worry appeared on his face.

Seeing this, Bai Qiyun also knew that he could not delay any longer and had to quickly return to Qingce Village to find someone to treat him.

And even though Xingqiu is okay for the time being, he might be injured somewhere, and if he doesn't deal with it as soon as possible, he might also leave hidden wounds.

After handing Yanduola, who was still unconscious in his arms, to Xingqiu to hold, Bai Qiyun supported Zhongyun and walked back towards the mountain road from where he came from on the slippery ice.

Oh, right.

Thinking that he had not said goodbye to the man named Chang Geng, Bai Qiyun looked back, but could only see the vast white snow shining with red light under the setting sun, making the valley full of light.

Since just now, that man has not contacted him again after leaving the sea of ​​consciousness. It must have been an accident.

His eyes swept across the valley, only to find that the lightsaber hung with several pieces of ice was floating in the air, dancing gently with the wind, as if waving his hand.

"Let's go."

Suddenly, Chang Geng's impatient voice sounded in Bai Qiyun's mind, seeming to urge them to go down the mountain quickly.

While it was still dark, the wind and snow had stopped.

The young man looked back, a faint smile blooming on his face.

Then he stopped talking and silently waved his hand towards the deserted snow behind him as if in response.

Farewell, sometimes there is no need to be sad.

Chang Geng's ghostly body stood in the mountains. Looking at the leaving figures of the three young men, he couldn't help but think of those days.

Seventy years ago, his legend also circulated here, and it was also his hometown.

Seventy years later, three teenagers broke into the valley and ended the legend that had been circulating in this land.

Who knows whether these three teenagers will become the next legends.

No one can say for sure.

Between the mountains, only the clear breeze and the melting ice and snow are visible.

"I have walked the road before, but you...have just begun."

After a while, Chang Geng looked at the Hanguang Sword in his hand.

As if in agreement with his words, the ice and snow on the sword trembled slightly.

Seeing this scene, the man couldn't help but burst into laughter. The roar of laughter rippled through the mountains, but no one listened.

It can only follow the river and be hidden under this ancient land.

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After a long journey of unknown length, the three finally rushed back to Qingce Village before midnight.

It's just that I was in high spirits when I left, but when I came back, one by one, the miserable situation was simply unbearable to watch.

After handing Chongyun, who was the most seriously injured, to the doctor sitting in the hall, Bai Qiyun and Xingqiu waited outside.

Looking at the doctors and apprentices who were busy in the room, Xingqiu breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems they came back in time.

It's just that Chongyun will definitely not be able to return to the state before the injury in a short period of time.

The blood covering his clothes was shocking to him just looking at it.

Although he knew that most of it was monster blood, Xingqiu still felt a little scared.

But before worrying about Chongyun, he glanced at Bai Qiyun beside him a few times.

Before he fell into coma, he saw the towering blue giant.

When he thought of this, Xingqiu felt as if he had been scratched by a cat and couldn't hold himself back.

"Ahem...that, Brother Yun."

Seeing Xingqiu's expression of wanting to ask but not daring to ask, Bai Qiyun probably guessed what he wanted to say.

It's nothing more than what happened before.

"If you want to ask, just ask, don't hold it back."

After all, the swelling on Xingqiu's face has not gone away, so don't hold back the bleeding.

After receiving Bai Qiyun's affirmation, Xingqiu's eyes lit up, and the swelling and pain on his face became less unbearable.

He licked his sausage mouth, trying to make himself feel better, then quietly leaned to Bai Qiyun's side and asked in a low voice.

"Brother Yun, what happened to that thing before?"

As he spoke, Xingqiu deliberately made exaggerated gestures in the air with his hands.

The meaning is obvious, it is the aqua giant.

"Well...it's a long story."

Considering that Xingqiu is a contemporary successor of the Guhua Sect, Bai Qiyun did not have too many worries and directly told Mr. Chang Geng's story.

However, after informing Xingqiu of the facts, the other party's face did not show any surprise, but instead looked thoughtful.

"Chang Geng... I don't think I've heard of it much."

Xingqiu dragged his chin and flipped through the memories in his mind on the wooden seat. Unfortunately, in his impression, there were not many records about Chang Geng in the sect's classics. The few things he knew about Chang Geng were

Obtained from a few words from the outside world.

People from seventy years ago shouldn't be forgotten so quickly, unless someone is deliberately burying the other person's existence.

The only one who can do this is...that person.

Thinking that this matter might have been deliberately concealed by the senior officials of his sect, Xingqiu shook his head and did not want to think about it anymore.

Those few people are also reasonable people, and this senior Chang Geng should also be the pride of the sect. I think they should have their own reasons for doing this. I'll ask them again when I get back.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "But that Qiming is quite famous."

Speaking of another protagonist in the story seventy years ago, Xingqiu became more excited.

"Qiming? Is that Dong Qiming?"

"Of course, Brother Yun, if you don't join our circle, of course you don't know that senior very well."

The topic jumped to the field that he was good at, and Xingqiu explained to Bai Qiyun about this existing swordsman in a clear and concise manner.

It turned out that this swordsman, also known as Dong Qiming, gradually became unique in the world after Xi Changgeng disappeared.

The rivers and lakes are separated, and there is no longer Xi Changgeng.

Only the Qiming Sword became more and more brilliant in Liyue.

It's just that the old man is very old. His age of 100 years has forced him to live in seclusion. The last time he saw the most powerful sword in the world was when Xingqiu was young.

"I see, I didn't expect that people from that era are still alive."

After hearing about Dong Qiming's experience, Bai Qiyun couldn't help but be a little surprised.

You must know that the ancestor Chang Geng reached the level of a near-god long before his death. Then what height will Master Qiming reach after more than seventy years?

But all this has nothing to do with Bai Qiyun, he is just a chef.

He accidentally learned the sword and only learned one sword technique. Other than that, he was a complete layman.

It’s okay if you don’t listen to the legend of swordsmanship.

After answering Jiang Xingqiu's questions one by one, Bai Qiyun returned to the guest room to rest, preparing to leave by carriage early tomorrow morning.

The next day, under the leadership of Xingqiu, Bai Qiyun and the caravan finally got on the carriage heading to Liyue Port.

I don’t know how long I struggled, but I finally got this ride.

"Brother Yun, I'm not feeling well and I can't go with you. I would like to ask Haihan."
To be continued...