Luo Changfeng, who was already like a walking corpse, finally came to the outside of the Forgetful River.

The Jinghu Lake that flowed into the sky was dyed red by blood, and there was no bamboo raft in front of the burning bamboo forest, and Luo Changfeng, who was covered in tattered robes, dragged his tired body into the lake.

He was swept into the sky by the current, and his body hit the melting lake ice before he became slightly conscious.

He climbed onto the ice and walked towards the familiar courtyard.

A layer of frost appeared between his eyebrows, and the corners of his clothes gradually became icy, looking like a monster with crane hair and a childish face.

His sloppy gaze inadvertently saw two ice corpses in the snow in front of the courtyard.

"Senior brother!"

Luo Changfeng, who was at a loss, fell into the snow, he crawled in the snow, dragging a long snow mark, and he finally climbed to the side of his senior brother.

But what could he do?

He didn't know what he could do!

He just held his brother's incomplete body in his arms, hugged him deadly, and then closed his eyes in pain, crying, weeping, choking......

He felt that he was such a waste! a cowardly wasted person who was afraid of death and secretly survived!

......

On a vast wasteland.

Jiang Manlou looked at the three hundred Iron Kings riding in a formation a hundred meters away with the Tianzi Battalion, and the young master of the Jiang family raised his eyebrows with displeasure.

"Hey, don't you have anyone who can take charge? I don't know who Young Master Ben is? Dare to stop me from three thousand red-robed brothers?"

No matter how big the rain curtain is, it can't cover the battle of the three thousand red robes.

Since the elite riders of the Iron King Clan dared to block the road halfway, Jiang Manlou would not really think that the other party did not have this eyesight.

I saw that after Jiang Manlou's voice fell, the three hundred elite riders parted in the middle, and a majestic figure slowly appeared.

The Iron King is cold!

The heavenly punishment of one of the ten heavenly manifestations will be cold!

Jiang Manlou suddenly squeezed out a flattering smile: "Yo, who am I, it turned out to be Uncle Tie Family." Uncle Tie is fighting like this, I don't know what to do?"

Heavenly punishment will be a man who does not smile.

Being cautious, governing the army with an iron fist, and being indifferent as his name suggests, is not brave and unscrupulous as Jiang Manlou said.

Therefore, for this young master of the Jiang family, who regards the loser as the joy of life, he has no good impression in his bones.

"Don't go around the bush before this king, for you know why I am here. Tie Leng looked at Jiang Manlou and said.

Heavenly punishment will get straight to the point.

Since he had mastered the route of the three thousand red robes after leaving the academy, he could also see that the team of red robes led by Yu Zhongtang was a trick to directly intercept Jiang Manlou, and his purpose was self-evident.

Luo Changfeng.

The person who the Heavenly Punishment is going to find is naturally Luo Changfeng, who has a Heavenly Diagram.

Jiang Manlou would not fail to understand this.

But he can't get straight to the point, because the longer he drags on, the more vitality Luo Changfeng and Ying Tian will have.

Therefore, Jiang Manlou said with a smile: "Uncle Tie is joking, the emperor is a master of the alliance, how can your nephew know your purpose? Could it be that Uncle Tie has taken a fancy to which of my red-robed brothers? If this is the case, although Uncle Tie said bluntly, the nephew must do his best to do this errand for his uncle." ”

Jiang Manlou's words provoked the anger of the Heavenly Punishment General.

A cold snort shook the white horse under Jiang Manlou's seat and the thousands of fierce horses behind him panicked.

The horses in the rainstorm began to get restless.

The young master of the Jiang family, who has always been very young, gradually restrained his smile full of falsehoods.

"Uncle Tie, are you going to do it with your nephew?"

The Heavenly Punishment General sneered: "Are you afraid?"

Jiang Manlou spread his hands to show helplessness: "With three hundred horses against three thousand horses, I don't seem to have any reason to be afraid." ”

The Heavenly Punishment General beat the horse and slowly walked out: "In the face of the ten-day manifestation of the Tribulation Realm cultivation to the pinnacle, you shouldn't have this attitude. ”

"Oh, what kind of attitude should I have?"

This was not said by Jiang Manlou.

The voice was gentle, sounding like a spring breeze bathing people's hearts in a torrential rain.

Jiang Manlou turned around.

Behind him, too, a man in a big red robe strolled forward on horseback.

Different from the rest of the red-robed costumes, although this man is middle-aged, he wears a tall scholar's crown, has a beard, and reveals a strong scholarly atmosphere all over his body.

This middle-aged scholar rode a horse and Jiang Manlou side by side.

Tie Leng, the Heavenly Punishment General a hundred meters away after the rain curtain, frowned after seeing this figure: "Shushan Moyan!"

......

The sky gradually darkened.

Dusk, gray, until night.

The rain has stopped.

The night covers the sky.

There is no Bodhi star in the sky.

The entire academy was quiet, and even the sound of snow cicadas that usually cried every night was nowhere to be heard.

In the darkness of the Forgetful River, a little bright fire quietly rose from Luo Changfeng's arms.

It's like the shining star you see when you sit on the ground and watch the stars, that little bit of firefly light sparkles and floats, farther and farther, higher and higher, and the glow floats over the other side of the mountain, I don't know where it drifts to.

Luo Changfeng, who was holding his senior brother's cold body, had been unconscious for a few hours, he didn't know how he woke up, maybe Ruthless Heaven didn't plan to let himself disappear into the world with the academy. Perhaps, he seemed to hear his senior brother calling, calling farther and farther away.

In short, he is not grateful to God for this.

Luo Changfeng, who was already as cold as ice cubes on his body, secretly carried his luck, and after turning around a little warmth in his limbs, Luo Changfeng carried his senior brother's body up the mountain.

There is an ice-colored tombstone on the mountain.

That was the mound he had erected for the knife idiot Bai Yu.

He carefully placed his brother's body beside the tombstone, turned around and went down the mountain again, and picked up the body of Mr. Daokui, the old man in the library.

He finally carried the teacher in the mourning hall up the mountain.

He erected three new graves on the iceberg behind the courtyard.

Wuxiang Dao Sect, the old sword leader, the sword idiot Bai Yu, and the senior brother...... The tombstones of the four sword repairers of the academy reflected the moonlight.

Next to the tombstone, there is the academy guard knife!

Luo Changfeng knelt in front of the glacier tombstone and kowtowed a few times.

Then he lay down again exhausted.

He fell asleep all night.

A new sun rises slowly from the east, the sun shines on the earth without favoring anyone, and a new day is coming.

Luo Changfeng, who was awakened not by the sun, but by the cold mountain wind, climbed up from the iceberg.

There is a walking corpse figure in the glacier, and the river of forgetfulness is gloomy.

Luo Changfeng, who didn't know what to do at all, and didn't know what he was doing at all, came down to a dead and silent Bodhi Mountain.

On the way down, he even lost the bodhicitta on his body.

......

In the early morning, various stalls were set up outside Bodhi City as usual.

The grown-ups were busy cleaning up their stalls.

There are children chasing and playing among the vendors.

No matter what happens on the mountain, there is still laughter and peace at the bottom of the mountain.

Up and down the mountain, there are two worlds.

lest the children fight and break the stall, the woman picked up her child.

The child is playing with a windmill in his hand.

There was still snot on the little pink face, thinking that it was a cold from the heavy rain yesterday.

The child who did not understand the world pointed to the mountain with a windmill in his hand, and asked in a milky voice: "Mother, mother, mother, what is there?"

The woman looked in the direction the child was pointing to, and there was a helpless gloom in her eyes: "That's Bodhi Mountain." ”

"Mother, mother, mother, what's on the mountain?"

"On the mountain, there is a academy. ”

"What is the Academy?"

"The seowon is a place where many older brothers and sisters learn and practice. ”

"Why do brothers and sisters study?"

"Because after completing your studies, you can live a long life and save the world. ”

"When Xiao Matsumatsu grows up, can he also go up the mountain to study in the academy?"

"Why does Komatsu want to study?"

"Xiao Matsumatsu also wants to live a long life and save people......"

The grieved woman put the child down.

Komatsu held the windmill in his hand and ran happily.

The children who were playing ran to the foot of Bodhi Mountain and inadvertently picked up a blood-colored Bodhi seed, which was the bodhicitta that Luo Changfeng had dropped.