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Song Qingchi tore off the disguise in a neat and decisive manner.

This unexpected reversal instantly made Ling Shuanghun's eyes widen.

At this moment, Ling Shuanghun's expression was like the squirrel chasing a pine cone in "Ice Age".

After going through untold hardships, he finally caught the pine cone, but he didn't even know where to start when he took his first bite.

Due to the habit of recording unofficial history for many years, Ling Shuanghun subconsciously reached into his storage bag, ready to take out a piece of paper and a pen to write something down on the spot.

However, the storage bag around my waist seemed to be tied in a knot and I couldn't open it after trying two or three times.

Ling Shuanghun then realized: Chu Tiankuo had sealed the storage bags of the three of them before, and they have not been opened yet.

With a regretful sigh, Ling Shuanghun shook his head, let go, and turned his gaze to the other side.

As soon as he saw Yan Luoyue and Wu Manyhuang, Ling Shuang's soul subconsciously retreated -

Are you guys done yet?

It's just a hug. I won't say anything since I hugged you for such a long time.

Now that they have finished being intimate, they are still holding hands, like two kids on a picnic?!

With three parts of speechlessness, three parts of amusement, and three parts of urgency of being kept in the dark, Ling Shuanghun coughed heavily as if to emphasize his existence.

“Cough cough cough!”

Bai He stretched out his arms to the two of them with a bit of complaint: "Xiao Yan, Xiao Wu, I was also frightened!"

Eighty percent of the verbal attacks and intelligence output in the past two days came from Ling Shuanghun.

Now that the incident is coming to an end, where is his comfort and care?

Yan Luoyue took two steps towards Ling Shuanghun's direction, then remembered something and stopped halfway.

She explained: "There seems to be a little frosty blood on my clothes..."

Moreover, Yan Luoyue's cheek was definitely stained with the poison that seeped out of Wu Manshuang's skin.

Ling Shuanghun: “…”

The speed at which Bai He changed his face was almost as fast as Song Qingchi, who had just torn off his disguise.

He chuckled, lowered his arm, and said sincerely, "Forget it then."

Not everyone can withstand Xiao Wu's warm embrace.

Even an indirect hug is not okay.

Ling Shuanghun thought to himself that his life was much weaker than Yan Luoyue's.

"But Xiaoyan, you have to at least tell us what is going on."

Ling Shuanghun stared at Yan Luoyue with sharp eyes: "I don't know why, but I always feel that you have the complete script in your hands now!"

Yan Luoyue waved her hands humbly: "I don't have a full set, only about half of it."

Seeing that Ling Shuanghun's eyes were getting bigger and bigger, if he could turn into his original form, he would probably peck people with his crane beak. Yan Luoyue laughed and said, "Okay, okay, listen to me, this is what happened..."

Considering that the parties involved in the incident were not far away, it was obviously impolite to recall the past loudly in front of the victim.

Therefore, Yan Luoyue lowered her voice at the right time.

The three little ones huddled their heads together as if they were plotting something, listening to Yan Luoyue retelling an old story that Chu Tiankuang had once told her.

"Until now, Senior Brother Chu and Senior Brother Song have never really broken up..."

The time goes forward eighty years to the day when Tao Tao was stabbed in the chest by Chu Tiankua's sword.

The gray mist devoured all the emotions in Chu Tiankuo's body, leaving only a mess of cups and plates on the ground. Chu Tiankuo was left lying in the mud with an empty look in his eyes, and then he walked away.

Song Qingchi's panicked eyes wandered between the bodies of Chu Tiankuan and Tao Tao, like a chick whose feathers were soaked by heavy rain.

He called out subconsciously: "Brother... Taotao..."

Then the next second, Song Qingchi saw that although Chu Tiankuo's eyes were looking up to the sky, letting the heavy rain pour down on his face, his right hand was bent into a claw shape, digging deeply into the muddy water that had already been soaked!

Song Qingchi fell silent suddenly.

Suddenly clenching the right fist, bending the fingers, or tensing the back of the hand are the unique signals between the three of them.

This code contains a lot of content, and its specific meaning depends on the situation.

Generally speaking, this action can represent messages such as "not right", "stop", "things should be done the other way around", etc.

Just like at this moment, what Senior Brother meant was - change your attitude and don’t use this tone towards me.

So Song Qingchi closed his eyes, barked loudly like a mad dog that was defeated but unwilling to give in, and then put all the responsibility on Chu Tiankuo.

"Didn't we agree that I should be the one to die?!"

——I know that I am the one who should die.

——So what happened at that moment just now?

Brother, are you giving me this warning because the enemy is still hovering in the sky full of torrential rain and cumulus clouds, spying on our breakup and has not yet left?

Chu Tiankuan did not give a single word answer, and he could not give a single word answer.

He lay in Taotao's diluted blood.

Judging from his expression, this person seemed to have died along with this world, leaving only an empty shell in the world.

For a moment, Song Qingchi really wanted to go forward and pull Chu Tiankuang up, and the two of them would tidy up Taotao's face together.

Even if the monster is still watching from the dark, so what?

The worst that could happen is that I’ll be caught again and forced to death once more.

His most beloved girl had been tortured to death, but Song Qingchi couldn't even hate the person who did it.

Because the soul of the eldest senior brother seemed to be buried at the moment when the long sword was stabbed out.

If that's the case, why leave him alone in this world?

Just as the senior brother had originally suggested, the three of them dying together might be a happy ending.

Song Qingchi trembled and said, "Senior Brother, I..."

Even with the sound of heavy rain covering the sky to block out the sound, the eldest senior brother must have heard the weakness in his tone.

Because in the next second, Chu Tiankuo decisively and neatly bent his right hand fingers again, even using so much force that the veins on the back of his hand were exposed, and thrust them fiercely into the soil beneath him!

“…”

That grab filled with murderous intent was like an angry question pointing to the sky.

Song Qingchi looked at the hand that was stretched so hard that the flesh seemed to be cracking under the skin. In his mind, he could almost imagine his senior brother's unwilling and unyielding eyes.

Revenge! Revenge! Revenge!

His soul has not died yet, and the blood of revenge is still flowing in his heart!

Chu Tiankuo lost.

He was cooked, he was fried, he was tortured, and then he was ground into a food box and eaten up.

But he would never accept his fate.

Chu Tiankuan was like a slender bamboo stick. Even if he was bent to the ground, he would still bounce up with a grim look while trying to catch his breath.

At this moment, all the emotions in his chest were empty, and the evil beast only left a body named "Chu Tiankuan" in the world.

But even if it was just a shell, Chu Tiankuo would burn it and squeeze out from the remaining embers enough power to ignite the flames of anger.

Half a minute ago, Taotao had held his hand so tightly, with such force that it seemed like an eternal punishment.

It is said that women tend to be more sensitive than men.

Perhaps at that moment, the little sister had already sensed an ominous premonition of impending disaster.

But before the innocent man died, Taotao said nothing, but looked into Chu Tiankuo's eyes bravely and calmly.

Then, she called back her young heroic senior brother.

Even in the pain of witnessing her struggle and death, the senior brother she brought back never left.

In fact, when Chu Tiankuo stopped Song Qingchi, he had not yet figured out what kind of opportunity he could create with the "breakup" between his junior brother and himself, and how he could set an ambush to capture the monster.

only……

Chu Tiankuo thought coldly: With a top-quality material like me, the monster will always come back to cook me a second time.

Because even after going through everything, what beats in Chu Tiankuo's chest is still a young heart.

The torrential rain soaked Song Qingchi's hair and face, and also covered the hot tears rolling down his eyes.

Song Qingchi thought: I can't help at all. You are not asked to bear this hatred alone, brother.

Song Qingchi said: "I can't...can't...call you...senior brother...anymore."

Chu Tiankuo's fingers suddenly loosened.

That was not the final straw that broke the camel's back; that was praise.

When the long sword rolled three times in the mud and water and fell into Chu Tiankuo's hand, Chu Tiankuo knew that his fellow apprentice had understood.

…

Hearing this, Ling Shuanghun took a breath of cold air.

He cast an admiring look at Song Qingchi who was not far away.

I saw that Song Qingchi had already wiped the makeup off her face and started to take off her outer dress, revealing the tight-fitting green outfit underneath.

Thinking of the layout of the stage just now, and thinking about Song Qingchi's first-class acting skills, Ling Shuanghun couldn't help but murmured: "Excuse me, it turns out that this is a family tradition..."

It turns out that it has been like this since eighty years ago!

"Yes." Yan Luoyue sighed with emotion, "This revenge has indeed been brewing for too long."

Maybe Gray Mist just felt that his arrest today was a mistake.

However, Chu Tiankuang and Song Qingchi will tell it: For today's result, the revenge seekers have been waiting for eighty years from the beginning until now.

It takes ten years to sharpen a sword.

In eighty years, even the Armstrong cyclotron cannon could be developed.

Three months later, Chu Tiankuo and Song Qingchi finally met again.

"Wait, let me interrupt for a moment." Ling Shuanghun raised a hand, like a crowd eating melon rinds without knowing why.

"Where's the background? Why did we suddenly meet three months later?"

Yan Luoyue blinked: "Because they agreed to meet in three months?"

Ling Shuanghun was surprised: "When did they make the appointment?"

Wasn't it to prevent the monster from spying nearby that Song Qingchi didn't even call him "senior brother" and just called Chu Tiankuan by his name?

Yan Luoyue touched his chin and murmured, "This question is difficult to explain to you...so I'll demonstrate it to you!"

Ling Shuanghun: “???”

The confused white crane turned his head away.

Little question marks began to appear one after another on his neatly combed hair.

Ling Shuanghun watched Yan Luoyue turn on tiptoe and rush towards him, then raised his front foot and slapped the ground lightly.

"Xiao Yan, what are you doing...hiss, Xiao Wu, what are you doing!"

Why did you suddenly kick him from behind!

Wu Manshuang looked at Ling Shuanghun apologetically: "I'm so sorry, Xiao Ling, but Luo Yue's move meant that I wanted to kick you... Well, Xiao Ling, kick me back."

Ling Shuanghun: "...That's not necessary."

Ling Shuanghun was unwilling to give up and asked, "But how did you know that?"

Even through a layer of white veil, Ling Shuanghun could feel that Wu Manshuang was looking at him sadly.

Then, Wu Manshuang sighed softly and rubbed her chest with one hand.

It has to be said that Wu Man Shuang has a reserved temperament and a delicate appearance.

This kind of action, which seems a bit hypocritical in others, becomes simple restraint when he does it, and even has a unique flavor like Xishi holding her heart.

Ling Shuanghun took a breath as if his teeth were aching: "Well, I just didn't see through your two stupid tricks, but you shouldn't be so angry that your heart aches...?"

——When did you become made of clay?

However, before Ling Shuanghun could finish his words, a loud bang was heard from behind him.

"!!!"

Ling Shuanghun was startled and turned his head suddenly.

Yan Luoyue was lying on the ground, his limbs limp, his head tilted to the side. Judging from his expression, he was obviously not in a good state.

“…”

Seeing this scene, Wu Manshuang covered her mouth in pain.

...Although Ling Shuanghun was very suspicious, he covered his mouth to prevent himself from laughing out loud.

Wu Manshuang said, "My sister has always been in poor health. Even after drinking my blood, her face turned pale for a while... You actually spoke so loudly in front of her just now, and it really scared her..."

Wu Manshuang said decisively: "If you don't have one million spirit stones today, this matter cannot be settled privately!"

Ling Shuanghun: “…”

At this moment, Ling Shuanghun finally understood the meaning of the previous gesture without any instruction.

So, this is actually a code for scam? !

Also, is there really someone in this world who can drink your blood and yet only turn pale?

If Xiaoyan can do this, then her life is already tougher than 99.99% of the people in the world. It’s just that she’s a ghost with a bad body!

Yan Luoyue, who was pretending to be dead, laughed loudly, turned over and stood up, gently brushing off the dust on his body.

"That's how it is. As time goes by, we have accumulated a lot of stories, and many gestures have acquired special meanings."

Yan Luoyue smiled and nodded: "For example, when Song Qingchi threw down the sword, the sword rolled three times in the mud. This is exactly what it means that the two met again three months later."

Ling Shuanghun's eyes narrowed slightly: "Since the brothers are not alienated from each other, then why ..."

Why should he wander around alone for eighty years, allowing Chu Tiankuo to bear the stigma of going astray and killing mortals?

Yan Luoyue sighed and said, "This has to start from when they met again."

…

Despite their past tacit understanding, the two brothers teamed up to stage a drama of breakup.

But in fact...Song Qingchi still didn't know what had happened in the past month.

From his perspective, this was a tragic story with the beginning and the end cut off, followed by a sudden and devastating blow.

——Just when he and his junior sister had just become engaged and had been detained together for a month, his eldest senior brother suddenly came with a sword in hand, saying he wanted to kill one of them.

Originally, if he died under the sword of his senior brother, he would have no complaints.

However, the person stabbed to death by the senior brother was Taotao.

Then, in the extreme grief and shock of Taotao's death, the eldest senior brother even made gestures to get him to cooperate.

Song Qingchi managed to suppress his grief.

After taking Taotao away, he tidied her face, wiped off the blood, and changed her into her favorite clothes.

Song Qingchi took out her rouge and powder and drew the girl's eyebrows with some awkwardness.

Taotao had been lying obediently and quietly in his arms, as if she was just asleep.

Her long curly eyelashes cast a small shadow under her eyes, and a quiet smile still remained at the corners of her stiff lips.

If the cold body had not slowly stiffened in his arms, Song Qingchi would never have believed that Taotao had left like this.

He personally put a bead in Taotao's mouth that could preserve the body's immortality, and then scooped up handfuls of soil to cover Taotao's face, which seemed to be sleeping.

Then, Song Qingchi stood up abruptly, changed into a plain white linen robe, and returned to Shancha Town.

He always wanted to find out what had happened to his senior brother in Shancha Town over the past month.

In Shancha Town, every family wears linen clothes, white clothes, and flies paper money.

Song Qingchi walked on the streets of Shancha Town, unnoticed, as if he had become one with this half-dead ancient town.

Then, a group of disciples dressed in bright-colored sword robes appeared on the street, as clear as ink dropped into clear water.

“…”

Because of the five embroidered marks on the sword robes, Song Qingchi recognized at a glance that these people were disciples of Hongtong Palace.

He quietly concealed his presence, hid aside, and listened to the disciples asking one by one about what happened in the town.

Almost all of those still alive in the town have shed blood in order to survive.

If we tell the truth one by one, wouldn't that implicate them as well?

Because of this, the answers these people give are incoherent and they always hesitate on key information.

Even Song Qingchi could hear such a mistake, so how could the disciples of Hongtong Palace not hear it?

I saw a few disciples hiding aside, whispering a few words together, and then sending a few messages to the communication stone.

After a while, as if he had received some clear instructions, the leading disciple asked questions with clear direction.

"What? You said there are monsters in Shancha Town?" He asked in a serious voice, "If you can't find the monster, and you lied about it, it's a heinous crime punishable by death. Think it over before you speak."

"This...maybe there are no monsters?"

"What's the possibility? There is no possibility!"

"Yes, yes, I was wrong. There are no monsters! There are no monsters!"

Being in the dark, Song Qingchi suddenly widened his eyes.

How could there be no monster? He had clearly seen with his own eyes that monster threatening his senior brother—

The Hongtong Palace disciple asked again, "If that's the case, then why did half of the people in your town die?"

The people being questioned were guilty of murder, so naturally they dared not to argue.

The disciple sneered and said, "Where is Chu Tiankuo? How come after he came to your town, half of the people in your town are gone?"

"...Yes!" A strong sense of relief enveloped the man, and he blurted out a slanderous accusation without hesitation, "Chu Tiankuo killed him!"

——The people were killed by Chu Tiankuan. Chu Tiankuan’s sword marks could be found on at least a dozen corpses.

This is ironclad evidence.

As for the remaining corpses...

In order to prevent the corpse from turning into a corpse, or more likely out of the guilty conscience of the accomplices.

People were afraid to look at the teeth marks, chisel marks, and hair that had been mostly torn out on the bodies.

Before Song Qingchi arrived, everyone built a fire on the open space and burned all the corpses.

The disciples of Hongtong Palace left with full of "evidence" and felt satisfied.

Today, the Hongtong Palace is still peaceful and safe.

No monster would dare to cause chaos here, especially a legendary monster like Gray Mist - if chaos is coming, how could it start from their Hongtong Palace?

It is well known that monsters have appeared in various places over the past few decades.

But only within the jurisdiction of Hongtong Palace was there peace and tranquility.

…

Ling Shuanghun sneered, "You can deceive yourself and others like this, even if you can hide it for a while, but how can you hide it from the sharp sword of history?"

Yan Luoyue sighed: "But at least, Senior Brother Song is still very smart. He didn't jump out on the spot in Hongtong Palace..."

"Otherwise, if something happens to Senior Brother Song, Senior Brother Chu will be in real trouble."

Since Hongtong Palace has already characterized the whole incident as "Chu Tiankuo has gone astray and killed half of the people in Shancha Town, and perhaps also his fellow apprentices."

Then, if Song Qingchi shows up again, he will definitely be in danger.

At the mildest, it is "protecting fellow students without distinguishing between right and wrong."

In serious cases, he might be dragged into the water as well - for example, what would happen if Hongtong Palace announced that the people in Shancha Town were killed by Song Qingchi and Chu Tiankuo together?

After all, all this time, Chu Tiankuo has been using Song Qingchi's sword.

As the top sect in the world of immortal cultivation, Hongtong Palace is located in the south and is extremely arrogant.

Not only is the North weak, but the entire Snow Region must be brought out before it can be barely on par with Hongtong Palace, Guiyuan Sect, and Fanyin Temple.

The Hansong Sect of Sect Master Song is just a force in the Snow Region.

This also explains why the two did not inform Sect Master Song about this matter at the first time.

Ling Shuanghun slowly closed his eyes: "Master Song...he is a hero."

Such a strong man would never watch his apprentice suffer injustice.

Even if he had to use his arms and legs, sacrifice most of the Hansong Sect, or get his head broken and bloodied in Hongtong Palace, he must seek justice for Chu Tiankuo and Song Qingchi.

This is not only for his son and apprentice, but also for the justice of the world.

However, Yan Luoyue and the other two could also think: With the size of Hansong Sect facing Hongtong Palace, can Sect Master Song really get justice?

Ling Shuanghun frowned: "But there are many mortals in Shancha Town, we can still get their confessions..."

He had just said half of his words when he realized that he was being childish, so he just shook his head and sighed.

As long as the cultivator's cultivation level is high enough, or he has special magical instruments, the memory of a mortal can be altered at will - just like Chu Tiankuo erased the memories of those who revealed the list.

Therefore, in the mainstream attitude of the immortal cultivation world, the confessions of mortals can only be used as circumstantial evidence.

Because there are so many things that can be done.

What's more, since these mortals in Shancha Town were able to cruelly kill their neighbors and relatives in order to survive, how could they have the courage to tell the truth about what happened now?

Thinking of the results of his investigation in Johor Bahru Tea Town a few days ago, Ling Shuanghun was thoughtful:

"Wait, I remember that almost everyone in the old town of Shancha died within a few years, right?"

"Yes." Wu Manshuang confirmed, "They did not move out of Shancha Old Town immediately... Later, the townspeople died one after another, and they had ulterior motives. They spread the word that there was a witchcraft in the town, so they moved away."

But even after moving away, most people still could not escape their fate and died one after another within a few years.

Because of this incident, the old Camellia Town has completely turned into a ghost town, and even homeless beggars would not go there.

Ling Shuanghun glanced around and said, "What do you think about this matter..."

Yan Luoyue shook her head: "It won't be Senior Brother Chu anyway."

Wu Manshuang also shook her head: "It won't be Chu Tiankuo anyway."

Since Chu Tiankuo did not kill these people under the threat of the gray fog, he would not kill them afterwards.

For Yan Luoyue, the psychological effect of being a thief with a guilty conscience might be one of the reasons.

But the greater possibility is... most likely that Hongtong Palace did something.

After all, in order to cover up the news that the gray fog had appeared in Shancha Town, they did not even let Chu Tiankuang go.

You know, Chu Tiankuo is the founding disciple of Sect Leader Song, and a young talent who just won the first place in the sword competition.

In comparison, the lives of some mortals are naturally even more insignificant.

In a few words, they pieced together what had happened. The three of them looked at each other, feeling somewhat emotional.

"This can be considered as... good deeds will be rewarded and evil deeds will be punished. You deserve what you get." Ling Shuanghun said softly.

"If you ask me," Yan Luoyue curled her lips lightly, "this is more like black eating black..."

Big fish eat small fish, and small fish eat shrimp.

In order to survive, the townspeople came under greater pressure and first turned into thugs, and then concealed the truth.

Yet they themselves are still as tiny as dust, and can be blown away by the slightest breath.

In the silence, Wu Manshuang turned to Yan Luoyue and suddenly smiled.

Ling Shuanghun was surprised and asked, "Xiao Wu, are you so...happy?"

No way, after listening to such a heavy story, I might as well feel depressed for a while, but at least I can sigh a little.

Wu Manshuang said lightly, "Because I know this story will definitely have a good ending."

"Hmm?" Ling Shuanghun pricked up his ears. "Did I miss any clues?"

Wu Manshuang pursed her lips, pointed in the direction of Yan Luoyue, and said meaningfully:

"If this story has a bad ending... then from what I know about Luoyue, she should have started executing the imaginary ancestors of those people by now."

Yan Luoyue: “…”

Ling Shuanghun clapped his hands and exclaimed: "You are right!"

Yan Luoyue: “???”

No, you two...? What kind of image do I have in your mind?

What's wrong with these two guys? They are so skilled at backstabbing her!

After glaring at both of them, Yan Luoyue stopped keeping them in suspense and continued:

"The story does have a funny... I mean, nice ending."

"Manshuang, do you still remember the hairpin we saw in the storehouse?"

Wu Manshuang suddenly realized: "You mean, the peach blossom hairpin inlaid with the soul-nourishing bead?"

Wu Manshuang's eyes immediately lit up: "Could it be that Chu Tiankuang recognized the soul-nourishing bead on the hairpin from the beginning... No, he probably didn't recognize it."

If Chu Tiankuo had known that the Soul-Nourishing Pearl could take in residual souls, he would not have been driven into such despair during that month.

Of course, it was also because he was driven into such despair.

Otherwise, if Gray Mist noticed something was wrong and took away the peach blossom hairpin, they would lose even the last glimmer of hope.

Yan Luoyue shrugged: "Senior Brother Chu really doesn't know what the beads inlaid on the hairpin are..."

…

Three months after the agreed date, Song Qingchi and Chu Tiankuan finally met again.

The two brothers, who used to talk about everything, met again. They stared at each other for a long time and were actually a little speechless.

After a long while, Chu Tiankuo asked in a hoarse voice: "What happened to Taotao..."

Song Qingchi still did not take off his white linen gown. Or rather, he had no intention of wearing the blue gown again in this life.

He has decided to spend his whole life with Taotao. Although they have not yet married, Taotao is already his wife.

When his beloved girl passed away, he performed funeral rites for Tao Tao. No more, no less, he would always be there for her for the rest of her life.

Hearing the question from his senior brother, Song Qingchi lowered his eyes and said, "I have already...buried her."

After taking a breath, he somewhat stiffly changed the subject and brought up the real purpose of the trip.

"Regarding the matter in Shancha Town, Senior Brother, there are some rumors in the world now, and this is all because of Hongtong Palace..."

He told Chu Tiankuo everything he had discovered in recent days.

As Song Qingchi expected, Chu Tiankuo just nodded lightly.

He did not show any unnecessary expression at this slander.

Just like those red-lipped and white-toothed words that defame people's innocence, they are like grains of dust that are thrown into the bottomless river.

That devastating disaster did not defeat Chu Tiankuo's heart, nor did it break his bones.

But such an experience could not make Chu Tiankuan more "rich".

At the sword competition not long ago, Chu Tiankuo pulled up his fellow apprentices one by one and went on stage together, announcing to the world:

"The three of us, brothers and sisters, are heading east out of the Snow Region to do something spectacular together and make our name known to the world!"

But now, reputation, whether good or bad, is as insignificant as a cloud in Chu Tiankuo's eyes.

He skipped the topic and talked about the plan on how to kill the monster.

"The demon beast itself said that it cannot be harmed by 'swords, spells, talismans, and the golden light of the Buddha'."

Two clusters of faint flames burned in Chu Tiankuo's eyes: "But I don't believe it can really be immortal."

He said resolutely: "In the past three months, I have taken out every bit of my experience in that month and pondered it over and over again... Then I discovered one thing."

Chu Tiankuo turned his head, a cold light flashed in his eyes: "Why did it let go of its control over you before I took action?"

If Taotao was not allowed to hold Chu Tiankuo's hand, if Taotao was not allowed to say those words of comfort, but instead Taotao shrank back and resisted to avoid the tip of Chu Tiankuo's sword...

Chu Tiankuo's despair must be deeper and heavier.

Chu Tiankuo said coldly: "It has no control. Maybe it's not that it can't think of it, but it just can't do it."

Song Qingchi shuddered suddenly, as if a key that had been blocked for a long time suddenly opened up.

He looked at Chu Tiankuo: "Brother, what do you mean...?"

Chu Tiankuo said decisively: "If no attack can harm it when it is floating in the form of gray mist... then what about other times? For example, when it controls others, or drills in through the Tianling Gai to eat?"

If you think about it carefully, apart from the initial attempt to tame Chu Tiankuo's cooperation and twist Chu Tiankuo's arms, Gray Mist never seemed to intend to punish him.

If this is true, it is because they know that Chu Tiankuo has a strong character and torture will be useless to him.

In those groups of wooden cages, the gray mist seemed to be only vaguely covering the chosen people.

It has never controlled its opponent's hands and feet, allowing it to die without resistance.

Over the past three months, Chu Tiankuo has opened up his heart, taken out all those bloody memories, and studied and pondered them bit by bit.

Chu Tiankuo said: "Let it come to my place for another meal, and we can figure out this problem."

Song Qingchi frowned and said, "So, Senior Brother, you want to..."

Chu Tiankuo smiled slightly, rolled up his sleeves, and showed his thin wrists to Song Qingchi:

"Junior brother, the idea you proposed earlier... is the one that made our master so angry that he picked up a snow broom in the middle of the night and chased you for thirty miles. Now you can try it out."

…

Hearing this, Ling Shuanghun held his breath and asked, "What is the idea?"

Yan Luoyue pondered and said, "Do you still remember, I told you about Senior Sister Chang Lili..."

Wu Manshuang leaned forward suddenly. "Could it be that Song Qingchi beat Chu Tiankuan to death and then regenerated him?"

Ling Shuanghun screamed: "Ah, what?"

He suddenly jumped up: "Wait, what is the purpose of doing this? Is it just to paint the food box for this gray mist?"

Yan Luoyue: "... Stop guessing, it's not true."

She coughed and revealed the mystery: "Senior Brother Song...he refined Senior Brother Chu."

Chu Tiankuan's iron-gray eyes were not proof that the young man was dead hearted.

That is one of the manifestations of successful refining.

If we use an example to compare, it is a bit like the Monkey King being forged to have Fiery Eyes and Golden Pupils.

With Chu Tiankuo's full cooperation, Song Qingchi combined the refining equipment and the formation to refine Chu Tiankuo into a living Chu Tiankuo.

This sentence may seem a bit strange when read.

But considering that the raw materials are Chu Tiankuan and other things.

The purpose of the training is to target the gray fog and restrain it. At the same time, Chu Tiankuang must continue to live well (emphasis added!), continue to practice, continue to comprehend the sword intent, continue to use the sword, and it is best not to affect his enjoyment of delicious food...

Therefore, in the end, this magic weapon was the only one left in the world.

He tailored it according to the material properties of Chu Tiankuo, and it is a one-of-a-kind product in the world.

Well, it doesn't seem like a big deal that Song Qingchi named this magic weapon Chu Tiankuo.

"——No, it's not a big deal!"

Chu Tiankuo turned around in shock.

He put on his outer robe to cover the special marks of formation on his body, and glared at his fellow apprentice.

"Can you say you gave me this name? My parents gave me this name!"

Song Qingchi: “Hahahaha!”

Yan Luoyue heard this anecdote afterwards: "..."

That's why the gray mist didn't control the behavior of others just now, nor did it get into Chu Tiankuo's Tianlinggai to enjoy the feast.

But Chu Tiankuo was able to drag it into his body by himself?

Because Chu Tiankuan has been refined into a sword.

A sword created specifically to destroy it!

"This is where things get a little funny..." Yan Luoyue closed her eyes in sorrow, "In the early stages of refining, they went to sweep the grave of Senior Sister Tao Tao..."

Because Tao Tao was buried near Camellia Town, and they encountered the monster in Camellia Town.

Both of them were worried that Camellia Town was one of the monsters' bases and they might not leave easily.

So it wasn't until three years later that Chu Tiankuo and Song Qingchi saw the opportunity and went to clean Tao Tao's grave.

Chu Tiankuo pulled out a golden peach blossom hairpin from his arms and was about to bury it in the soil.

He said in a low voice: "I wanted to give it to you that day... If I had given it to you that day, you would have definitely inserted it overnight."

Now, even if I wanted to give this gift, it's too late.

Before Chu Tiankua put the peach blossom hairpin into the pit, Song Qingchi snatched it away.

Chu Tiankuo was slightly startled and made way for his junior fellow apprentice: "Do you want to put it on Taotao yourself?"

There is nothing wrong with this.

"No!" Song Qingchi looked at his senior brother in shock and anger.

The image of Chu Tiankuo as a great and tall senior brother finally shattered in Song Qingchi's heart today.

Song Qingchi held the peach blossom hairpin in his hand and understood the whole story in an instant.

He took a breath, and then another, and finally couldn't bear it any longer. He grabbed the collar of his bewildered senior brother, pulled it hard, and shook it three times.

The usually gentle and polite Second Junior finally uttered the first swear word in his life:

"How many times have I told you, Senior Brother, can't you do the refining work yourself?"

In the past, I cheated for my senior brothers in the weapon refining exams and even wrote their homework for them on a regular basis. As a result, my father punished me by making me stand outside the door with more than 20 books on my head. This bad habit, which I never changed despite repeated warnings, finally showed its bad consequences today.

Song Qingchi looked up to the sky and shouted: "You don't even recognize the Soul-Nourishing Orb? You don't even recognize the Soul-Nourishing Orb!"

Taking another closer look at the peach blossom hairpin, Song Qingchi almost wanted to vomit blood.

"You...you..."

Chu Tiankuo has already noticed that things have taken a turn for the better.

But he still tried his best to calm down and put a hand on his junior's shoulder: "Wait, calm down and speak slowly."

"I can't be calm!"

Song Qingchi grabbed Chu Tiankuo's sleeve, his expression still gritting his teeth.

But under his eyes, two lines of excited tears had already flowed for himself, for Taotao, and for his eldest senior brother who had suffered and been wronged.

Song Qingchi said incoherently: "Big Brother... those people from Shancha Town, and Taotao... they are all in there!"