C71

"Elder Yun, Mo, could something have happened to Yanran?" Qingyang's throat rolled for a moment before he suddenly recalled Yanran's lovely smiling face. His heart seemed to have been abruptly squeezed by something as he asked with a trembling voice.

Qingyang had never thought that anything would happen to Yanran. After being together with her for a few months, this cute and beautiful girl had already deeply branded traces of herself in his heart.

Every frown, every smile, one song, one song, there was a boat swimming in water in Mojiang Town, and the Dongfang manor was embracing each other as scenes and scenes repeatedly played out in Qingyang's mind.

"It's not Yanran." While Qingyang was indulging in his fantasies, a familiar clear and cold voice suddenly woke him up. However, there was a trace of unwillingness and worry within his words, as well as an undetectable sense of loss.

"Miss Lu?" Qingyang realized that the person who spoke was Lu Xianhan, who had unknowingly arrived in the inner hall.

Lu Xianhan did not reply in any way. His face was extremely ugly. He could not bear to look at Qingyang and let out a soft sigh.

"If it isn't Yanran, then what is it? What happened to me after I closed up for a few days! Why don't you tell me, Miss Lu! " Hearing Lu Xianhan's words, which caused Yan Ran to be fine, Qingyang's heart relaxed a little. However, his heart was still anxious as he inquired.

"Something happened to your parents." Seeing that Lu Xianghan was unwilling to speak, Dongfang Yun finally steeled his heart and spoke up.

"Father?" "Mother?" Standing blankly on the spot, Qingyang's body was already starting to tremble. However, he still took a deep breath and asked with great difficulty, "What happened to them?"

Dongfang Yun's next words exploded in Qingyang's mind like a thunderclap from a clear sky.

"No one has survived the massacre of Azure Sun Village."

"The entire village has been massacred, the entire village has been massacred." As he repeated these words, his feet staggered and his body trembled as he retreated two steps back. Fortunately, Lu Xianghan, who was standing to the side, quickly rushed forward to support Qingyang.

Sensing the body of the young man in front of him trembling, a look of pity and intolerance appeared in Lu Xianhan's eyes. He leaned over and whispered into Qingyang's ear, "Don't be too heartbroken, Qingyang."

Qingyang's mind was blank, as if he had entered a nightmare. His eyes were wide open, and he felt that the world in front of him was getting more and more blurry, as well as he could not hear what Dongfang Yun and Lu Xianhan were saying. All he could hear was the echo of "Manchu's massacre" in his ears, as well as his own heavy and hurried breathing.

Qingyang struggled to wave his hand to push Lu Xianhan, who was holding him away. He staggered a few steps and extended his hand to support the wooden chair beside him. Only then did he slightly stabilize his body.

"Father, Mother was killed?" He lowered his head and looked around, his black hair a bit messy. He took in a deep breath and mumbled softly, as if asking Dongfang Yun and himself.

"Qingyang, this matter will definitely come to light." Dongfang Yun didn't know how to comfort Qingyang. After all, this wasn't something that could be resolved with just a few words of comfort.

In fact, Dongfang Yun and Lu Xianhan could imagine Qingyang's feelings right now, but he was only a little over ten years old, and when his future was bright and promising, he'd suddenly hear the terrible news of his parents' deaths.

"That won't happen, dad and mom are just ordinary people in the mountains, who would be so crazy as to slaughter the villagers?" The corners of his mouth twitched as though he couldn't hear the words of the person beside him. He only muttered to himself, "It won't happen, it definitely won't happen."

In fact, Qingyang suddenly felt that he couldn't remember what his parents looked like. His two ordinary yet familiar faces gradually became blurry as he looked at himself with a loving smile. The two familiar figures slowly walked further and further away from his memories.

"No, it's not true! This is not true! " He suddenly roared and abruptly lifted his head to run outwards. Before Dongfang Yun and Lu Xianhan could react, he had already flown into the air.

"Azure Sun!" Taking two steps forward to look at the rapidly disappearing figure, Lu Xianhan anxiously turned to look at Dong Fang Yun who was in the inner hall. He did not care about the etiquette and hastily said, "Elder Yun, quickly go and chase him!"

A sliver of struggle flashed across his eyes. After a long while, Dongfang Yun loosened his clenched fists and sighed, "Let him go."

Lu Xianhan stamped his feet, but didn't say anything. He looked at Dongfang Yun, then ran towards the stable with reddened eyes.

"..."

"It won't happen, father and mother will be fine." While muttering to himself, Azure Sun who was flying in the air had only one direction in his eyes, and that was the Dongfang manor.

The dense forest rapidly retreated. He didn't feel the wind piercing his face. He couldn't hear the whistling wind next to his ears or the occasional bird cry. There was only one sound in his heart. "Faster, faster."

An incense stick worth of time? Two hours?

After an unknown amount of time, the familiar village that was reflected in those scarlet red eyes finally appeared. Looking from high up in the sky, there were many people walking around densely.

Not caring about the shocked gazes of the crowd, Azure Sun dived down and instantly landed on the open space in front of the Azure Sun Village.

Perhaps it was because it had just been raining and the mud was a bit slippery, or maybe it was the first time he was walking on air and he wasn't familiar with it, or maybe it was because his heart was filled with sorrow.

After struggling to get up, his clean green clothes were already covered in stains. He didn't even bother to wipe away the brown mud on his face as he directly ran towards the familiar thatched cottage.

"Who is it!?" A case was handled by the government! No one is allowed to enter! " When the guards at the side saw Qingyang running towards the village, they immediately drew their sabers and shouted, surrounding him.

"Scram!" Qing Yang didn't stop to run towards the thatched cottage. He roared like a ferocious beast, but at the same time, a murderous aura burst out from Qing Yang's body, sending the surrounding guards flying backwards.

"Catch him!"

"Don't let this kid get away!"

Angry roars rang out from within the village one after another. The guards who had rushed out several times faster than before were just about to surround the azure sun when a trembling voice suddenly rang out.

"Brother Qingyang."

A tinge of light gradually appeared in Qingyang's scarlet eyes. He stopped and turned around to look around. In the end, he found the owner of the voice among the guards that surrounded him. It was a person that Qingyang greatly missed.

"Yanran? Where are my parents!? " He only stopped for a few seconds, before running towards Dongfang Yanran.

Dongfang Yanran waved her hands to signal for the guards to back away. Her beautiful face was filled with sorrow, and her eyes were red and swollen like raindrops. She clenched her small and dirty hands, and looked at Qingyang who was as anxious as a clay figure, and gulped: "Brother Qingyang, you're with me."

Qing Yang took a few unsteady steps and followed Yanran's steps. In a moment, he arrived at his own house. Looking at the bloodstains in the room, his heart ached as if he had lost something.

With a wave of her hand, Yan Ran dismissed the guards outside the door. Turning to the soulless Qingyang, she sobbed in heartache, "Uncle, Aunt, they ? they are lying on the beds."

She did not say much, and perhaps she did not need to say much. Yanran let go of the hands that did not have much warmth in them, and turned her head away. Her shaking shoulders showed that she was not as strong as she appeared.

He stumbled into the familiar room that he remembered from his past life. Two white mattresses wrapped around the two of them as they laid flat on the tatami.

After standing in front of the bed for a long time, the Azure Sun finally shakily lifted a corner of the white mattress and a familiar face as white as paper entered his sight.

As if he was suffocating, Qingyang's mind was no longer as blank as before. Drops from thirteen years ago flashed through his mind like projections as two streams of clear tears silently flowed down his cheeks. After a long time, a heart-wrenching yell rang out from within the room.

"Father!" "Mother!"

However, this is also to pave the way for the future.