Transcending the Nine Heavens

Yang Joran lost his soul searching in this ice and snow plateau, from south to north, east to west! From morning to night, she never closed her eyes, and then from night to morning.

She was stubborn, stubbornly searching, occasionally looking up high. Her long hair floated in the cold wind, dancing in chaos.

Even some slightly cracked big rocks, big ice cubes, were moved up and looked at.

Chu Feiling only looked at the sigh: even a three-year-old could see that the gaps could not be hidden at all.

But Yang Joran, an adult and a junior master, even lost his judgment.

But he didn't say anything, just accompanied his wife, looked around.

He understands her mood.

Yang Joran's eyes were straight and his hair had spread out. Beautiful face, already pale. Dry lips, bright eyes, blood silk!

Yeah, they said Chu Yang was on this mountain!

No, go down!

They saw him when they went down!

Then he and his wife went up and down the hill, and there was only one way.

But... where is he?

Where is he?

Yang Joran is almost collapsing!

My son!

Where's my son?

Nineteen years! Jan Joran has not been happy since the child disappeared.

Guilt, blamed herself, hung her stomach, she misses it all the time, where is her child? Is he still alive? Someone took it?

How's he doing? Will the man who took him abuse him?

Has he practiced martial arts?

He's three years old... eight years old... ten years old... eighteen years old...

It's getting cold. Is he cold? Do you have any cold clothes? It's raining. Where is he? Are you going to get sick? It's snowing, the road is slippery, can he wrestle...

She's been fantasizing, there's hope, but she can't believe it. The longer she lasts, the more desperate she is...

The Chu family searched year after year, with no results. Every time I looked, Yang Joran started sleepless all night. Every time she saw a man entering the Chu family gate, her eyes followed closely.

Later, Chu Feiyan, who was responsible for the search, fled as soon as he saw the sister-in-law. I really can't see the deep hope in her eyes...

Every time I see this look, Chu Feiyan feels guilty of the most heinous sins!

A year of disappointment, a year of despair!

Finally, finally this year, got word from my son! Sure, my son's alive. He's grown up! He's got all the skills!

He's brilliant. He's brilliant! He's got guts! He's proud of Gestapo!

He's the perfect man in the world!

At that moment, Yang Joran's heart opened the pot!

Pride, sour hearts, peace of mind, desire, hope, suffer... eighteen years of feeling, almost all gathered in her heart during this time.

All emotions, at the same time, in one of her merciful hearts, crazy fermentation!

Almost exploded!

Finally came here to meet his own son!

The evidence is solid! Location confirmed!

Just wait till you get up the mountain!

But... after climbing the mountain, I only saw Ma Hirakawa!

Where's the kid?

This is the most hopeful and exciting time for Yang Joran! But at this moment, this tremendous hope and excitement is instantly the most brutal blow!

She finally stopped searching, stubborn, helpless, standing by the lake of death, deaf eyes, lost soul, seemed to support her pillars, at this moment completely pulled away!

Tears slipped down quietly and dropped into the snow...

After the broken soul, the couple did not find that the calm lake water of this dead lake began to turn up slowly. It seemed like the bottom of the lake, there was something... to flush out...

Yang Joran stood in a desolate state, silent, like a statue without life and without vitality. The moment the tears dropped, she came into contact with the cold and raised a faint fog, which froze on her face.

She didn't have any luck. She just stood there and looked at her.

“Jolan, are you... are you okay?” With one hand on his shoulder, Chu Feiling.

Yang Ruolan looked around without realizing it, suddenly his heart cracked and his lungs screamed: “Man!? Where's my son? ”

The sound traveled far away, sending an echo in this silent heaven and earth.

“Man... my son?! ”

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Chu Fei Ling closed his eyes darkly, he knew that his wife had almost collapsed... but at this moment, he also seemed to have been stripped of all his bones, fiercely disappointed... during this period of tiredness, Chu Fei Ling had also died of oil.

Forced to cheer up, he said tiredly: "Jolan, you..."

Just saying two words, he was suddenly shocked, shocked, and seemed to find something.

Just now, his eyes unconsciously swept past the surface, and he discovered that this calm surface, not knowing when, actually waves swept and swept.

And in the center of the lake, a tornado, like a stream of water, was coming out.

The most amazing thing is not this.

Is… in the current, seems to be holding onto a human body, slowly rushing towards the shore…

“So... what's that?” Chu Feiling's eyes were straight and his eyes almost stared out. With one forefinger, the voice trembled.

“... people?” Yang Ruolan's eyes with no focal length looked at the past, suddenly his pupils contracted, and in his mind, an unspeakable excitement burst out suddenly, seemingly covered in blood, also boiling at this moment, an indescribable feeling, rising from his heart.

“Is that a man?!” Yang Joran's heart jumped, his eyes wide open and he didn't blink.

“is a man.” Chu Feiling's gaze: “I don't know if he's alive or dead...”

“Shut up!” Yang Joran blasted. Almost burst into flames in both eyes, almost swallowing her husband alive.

Chu Feiling shrunk his neck and hurriedly shut his mouth. He already knows he's wrong: only his son is described here, and now he's talking about a dead man?

He smiled and had to look away: “Here he comes... well, he seems very young... not too old... he can't move...”

With a sigh of silence, Yang Joran has swept away like a wind.

At this moment, Yang Joran's speed surprised Chu Feiling!

If it is after more than a decade of long journeys, the two of them are already exhausted, almost even raising their hands to feel tired, even at the peak of normal times, Yang Joran is definitely not so fast.

Chu Fei Ling has no idea. Where did his wife come from at this time?

As soon as it was too late, Chu Feiling hadn't reacted yet. Yang Joran had jumped into the water with a thud and swimmed over. A hand held the black body that floated over.

At first glance, Yang Joran made a shocking yell!

This shout made Chu Fei Ling feel that Yang Joran's heart seemed to be able to burst out of his mouth with this shout.

“It's him! It's our boy!” Yang Ruolan shouted, trembling and sharp, then burst into tears. She held that body tightly in the water, dying, but the whole person seemed to have lost all strength and cried with joy: "He is alive! He's alive! He's alive...”

Chu Feiling just felt all excited, the sweat around him stood up, it was an extremely exciting, uncontrollable feeling, the whole body's blood, all of a sudden, all of a sudden came to mind.

Venus floated in front of him and almost bled to faint.

He swayed twice and the arrows swung out. He jumped into the water and pulled the two people in the water.

The couple dripped and fell on their knees on the snow by the lake, breathing fast, blinking without blinking, looking at the face of the young man lying on his back like a treasure.

Sword brow, fair face, straight nose, thin lips, closed eyes.

Look, Yang Joran choked, for sure! This is my son!

In Chuyang's hand, he still held tight that piece of purple crystal cord that revealed a corner, emitting a bright purple light; however, even if he did not have purple crystal cord in his hand, Yang Joran identified it at a glance!

This is my son!

No reason! It's purely an intuition between mother and child, it's nature!

Chu Feiling recognized it at first sight: this is his‘ righteous brother ', that is... King Chu Yan, Chu Yang, his own, son!

At this moment, he didn't know what it felt like, almost wanted to jump and scream, and wanted to cry out loud. For eighteen years, every year the sour, sweet, bitter and spicy instant of the room poured into his mind.

Previously, the sense of embarrassment of 'mistakenly recognizing my son as my righteous brother' had disappeared!

Disgraceful... afraid of what? My son is back, better than anything!

“Right?!” Yang Joran's eyes circled the teenager's face, although questionable, but with a certain tone of voice.

“Yes!” Chu Feiling nodded.

“That's great!” Yang Ruolan held Chuyang's body like a fragile treasure, slowly patched it in his arms, his own face, affixed his son's face, tears rolled out of his eyes, all flowing to Chuyang's face.

She sobbed fine and didn't dare speak up, but her body trembled with trembling, trembling more and more...

God bless!

My son, finally come back to me!

After a while of excitement, I remembered that my son was still unconscious.

“Look what happened to my son. How come you're unconscious?” Yang Ruolan put his hand on Chuyang's wrist vein, but urged Chu Feiling vigorously.

Chu Feiling focused on his head. His palm held the back of his son's heart. With an ambitious force, he carefully went in.

For a long time, the couple were stunned against each other.

“What's going on? There's no trauma. There's no scar in the body. Why can't you wake up?” Yang Joran said anxiously.

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< Second more! Moon ticket! I'm going to eat... then, hey, hey, keep trying... >

< Currently, there are 87 brothers and sisters, who have received the light of the wind... can there be more? I think... with three years of hard work now, brothers and sisters of the iron rod, that's more than that... > (to be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote on recommendations, monthly tickets (qidian.com), and your support is my biggest motivation.)