Ye Yiming stood quietly by the stream. There was a house covered by bamboo forest opposite the stream. There was an old woman in the house, probably drinking tea.

It was his home and mother, where he had his childhood and his childhood struggles. Ye Yiming lost his father when he was young, where he also had his mother's youth and tears from the cold night.

Originally, he was here to say goodbye today, but he didn't dare to go there. He was afraid of the tears when he saw the old woman. He was afraid that he would be unable to leave after seeing her. At this time, his chest began to hurt slightly, and two ribs were broken yesterday.

After all, she didn't have the courage to cross the stream and turn around and leave. A golden light flashed by the long sword on her back, illuminating the pupils of an old woman. She stood in a corner that Ye Yiming could not see, she shed tears and smiled.

......

"You stayed in your door yesterday. I wonder if there is anything that can help you?" Tong Xin looked at Ye Yiming, who looked a little pale.

"It's just that two ribs were broken, and healing did not notice outside. Sorry..."

Thinking of Ye Yiming's eyes that were like hell yesterday, Tongxin understood that he didn't want to say it, so it was inconvenient to ask more questions.

Yesterday...yesterday's life and death were on the verge of death, Ye Yiming thought to himself.

Most people think that the red light in Ye Yiming's eyes yesterday was due to the martial arts or the fierce armor. Two people suspected that one was Wu Wei and the other was childlike innocence. Of course, Ye Yiming understood more clearly that the reason was the armor, but not the appearance, because at that moment he was almost no longer himself.

He only remembers that he was confused by anger and then lost. When he woke up, his chest had been broken.

Being confused by anger is like the voice of his heart, but Ye Yiming clearly remembers that there is a voice in his mind, so he hurriedly left.

Thinking of the unjust souls in the snow field that were like gods and demons, and the black air filled half of the sky. Ye Yiming understood a little, but was also a little worried.

He summoned the black armor and stood there. At this time, the black armor was not as violent as the one on the ring, but was shining with a black light, a little mysterious.

There is no resentment on the black armor, and there is no breath of an unjust soul, but the sound in my mind yesterday is like a nightmare.

Ye Yiming was pondering that although he took advantage of the situation yesterday, he was lost and his momentum was huge. With only bare hands and empty fists, Wu Wei evenly established the momentum, and he collapsed and defeated in an instant...

Pacing back and forth in the room, there was a childish cry outside the door, and I ignored it or ignored it.

Whenever you step out, runes are left on the ground, and light flashes. Ye Yiming is moving faster and faster. The runes left are flashing and then connected together.

When Ye Yiming stopped, the Nine Palace Formation was formed, and he stepped on Zhongwu with the last step, closed his eyes, and quickly formed seals with both hands.

After the seal was completed, Ye Yiming opened his eyes, and there seemed to be a red flame in his eyes, and then the flames were also ignited, burning black armor indiscriminately, but there was no change after the beginning of a wisp of black smoke.

The black armor is still deep, like thousands of years of black ice, shining with the scorching fire, without any abnormality.

Ye Yiming's eyes reflected the messy fire, and his thoughts were also the same. The black armor was shining with cold light, reflecting the red flames. Ye Yiming was a little dazzled.

In a trance, he saw a flash of golden light flashing on his dark armor.

Ye Yiming felt that the broken ribs on his chest were even more painful, as if they had pierced something, and cold sweat oozed out of his forehead, and he couldn't help but hold the long knife beside him.

"Bang!"

With a light sound, the long sword hit Lihuo and fell to the feet of Black Armor. The golden light on the long sword was blazing, and a face appeared faintly, pale and feminine.

"It's really a deliberate one!"

Ye Yiming's chest pain and recited the mantra, Lihuo became even more vigorous, and the golden light of the long sword was about to be covered by the red light. He trembled and quietly approached the black armor.

Just as the sword was about to approach the black armor, the black armor lost its trace. The face that appeared in the firelight was roaring, but no sound was made.

Ye Yiming had shrill insults and roars in his mind, unmoved, and the speed of seals in his hand was not reduced. The flames were separated and they were not burned in a messy way. The flames separated and formed a formation, even and violent.

The voice in his mind gradually weakened, and the abuse became begging for mercy. Ye Yiming never stopped, and the formation was running plainly and steadily. Until the room was burned silently, his mind was quiet. Even so, Lihuo was still vigorous.

Ye Yiming outlined his hand in the void, and a rune appeared, then printed on him and then disappeared on his body.

With a wave of his hand, he put away the formation on the ground, and Li Huo finally extinguished. Ye Yiming felt that there was a fire in his chest, and he still couldn't help coughing, and there was blood in the corner of his mouth.

Ye Yiming narrowed his eyes. The long sword that had been following his childhood was burning by Lihuo, and it seemed to be even sharper. Even a gap left at the knife when he was twelve years old disappeared.

Now Ye Yiming wants to faint like this, regardless of it, but he can't do it. He is almost stripped away from those beautiful memories. Even if there is no pain and comfort there, it is like a pure land of eternal happiness, it is not real.

There were all the beauty that I had before I was six years old, but there was no old woman who often washed clothes in the stream, nor any pot of strong tea she made, no domineering Ye Chun, nor the woman in white clothes who was compassionate.

Thinking of the woman in white, a smile bloomed on the corner of her mouth, but in an instant, she changed into a hint of melancholy, because the woman in white was holding a handsome and handsome boy in her hand, and there was mocking at the corner of her mouth and wet under her crotch.

Ye Yiming resisted the pain of tearing his chest and grabbed the long knife with his eyes as sharp as a knife. He was waiting to bewitch himself and almost prevent him from waking up. Then everything seemed too easy. He lived at the bottom of his urination since he was a child and had seen too many dirty and intrigues. Ye Yiming was unwilling to be cunning but he was also unwilling to be cunning on himself. Being used to being dirty does not mean that he would be dirty too.

He stood like this, holding a long sword in his hand, as if he was confronting someone, but there was a hole in front of him, with only a wall.

I don’t know how long it took, Ye Yiming’s breathing had become heavy, the things in front of him began to appear, and the outdoor sky began to become dark. He was thinking that he must have been over-thought. He needs healing and rest now, so close his eyes.

Ye Yiming's eyes, which were dragging his seriously injured body, finally closed. When he fell to the ground, golden light illuminated his pale face. Blood on the corner of his mouth...

The golden light formed a face, looking carefully at Ye Yiming with his eyes closed, and the golden light formed a face vividly. Without any movement, the golden light gradually dimmed, and Ye Yiming seemed to have fallen into a coma, and his brows should have been frowning because of the pain.

The golden light completely broke away from the long sword inadvertently, and its shape changed casually, sometimes like a small beast, sometimes like a sharp soldier, sometimes returning to the human face. This changed back and forth for about a quarter of an hour, and even the sharp blade turned into by the golden light hung between his eyebrows, there was no more reaction.

Perhaps he finally mustered up enough courage and vented the golden light freely, turning into a sharp long sword, whistling at Ye Yiming's eyebrows.

The Golden Light Sword can cut Ye Yiming's head, and it should have cut his head. But no, it is not that the Golden Light Sword has changed its mind, but there are thousands of runes that wrap it up. It is struggling hard. He believes that as long as it hits up to ten more times, these runes will be broken, and all his previous shows of weakness will be made to make achievements.

Ye Yiming opened his eyes and told it that he was also crafting the traps and cages he was crafting, but he just plunged into the other party's cage, and he guarded the final victory.

Apart from childhood games, only the ignorant villager will show when he sees the unknown fear, and the golden light will naturally not be.

The golden light of the long sword is as fierce as the scorching sun at noon, so you cannot look at it. Knowing that this is the decisive time, the golden light dies like the generous gift of a righteous man. With just one impact, it tear a hole in the siege of the runes. With the heroic spirit of the golden light, the next second should be freedom.

After all, he remembered the thousands of runes and forgot Ye Yiming who opened his eyes. The golden light broke through the runes and also hit a long sword. The golden light stayed in the long sword for many days. It believed that it was the one who broke in several times, and it only left for a moment.

But leaving takes a moment, and Ye Yiming naturally won't give it this moment. The trapping array formed by Lihuo has already been laid in the long sword. The trapping array cannot trap the golden light in the long sword forever. If thousands of runes are added, it will be fine!

The runes that were broken by the golden light were rearranged, and then they were all printed on the long sword.

The long sword trembled violently, trying to break free from Ye Yiming's hand. Ye Yiming let his true energy rush towards the long sword, and the blood at the corner of his mouth was also freely retained. The broken ribs on his chest were also proclaiming his existence, but Ye Yiming could not stop.

Just when the true energy in his body was about to be vented, Ye Yiming laughed at himself in his heart. The golden light was about to escape just now, and he didn't know why he just didn't want it to escape. Even when the true energy was about to disappear, he didn't regret it, and he didn't know where the stubbornness arose...

Ye Yiming did not send true energy anymore. He planned to keep the last little bit of his own soul and dissipate between heaven and earth. It was more real than being lost in those false memories. There were some things that didn't have time to know the result, such as who could subdue the domineering and arrogant Ye Chun, and I don't know if his mother has had resentment over the years, and there are others... nothing else, oh... I don't know if Xiao Wei, who likes white shirt, has his own place in her heart?

Forget it, don’t think about these things and make yourself feel more comfortable, but the pain in your chest is really disgusting, and the golden light that is as fierce as the scorching sun is flashing beside you. Is it to show off?

Finally, let’s touch the long knife again. This is the only thing that my father left to me as memorable, and let the golden light occupy his body faster.

My fingers brushed over the long sword and saw the world inside the sword, but I broke the idea of ​​destroying my soul. It seemed that the golden light was inseparable from my long sword.

The formation arranged by Lihuo trapped the golden light and was also burning. It actually melted the long sword and part of the golden light together. Now no matter how the golden light struggled, it would make no achievements and struggled in vain at this time.

"Good luck makes people!"

Ye Yiming wanted to laugh, but accidentally touched the wound on his chest, grinning in pain.

After taking a pill, Ye Yiming wanted to use the last true energy to melt the medicine power, but he saw that the bottle containing the pills in his hand was a little dazed, and even his movements were slower. This was Xiao Wei who went to Wu Wei and handed them to his hand as he passed by him.

Knowing that he was thinking too much, Ye Yiming smiled self-deprecatingly...

Ye Yiming was using the formation to isolate the long sword. Although by chance, the long sword and the golden light part were melted together, it did not completely merge. Now he felt that he could not let it affect his healing.

Close your eyes and solve the mysteries you want to know tomorrow.
Chapter completed!