(PS: Thank you firexinka, singing Xiaoxiang, and Rao'er for the monthly pass.) ）

Huang Fuyi didn't open his mouth after all.

In front of the teacher's mourning hall, under the questioning of the junior brother.

Sometimes silence does not mean acquiescence, and perhaps from the beginning, the senior brother did not think about this issue.

This is the first time.

Huang Fuyi began to have to think, thinking about whether he had ever resented the people around him who had cultivated the sword and cultivated the Tao together.

The wind and snow in the Forgetful River became more and more violent, dancing with the wind irregularly, and they seemed to be afraid of the cold, and swept in from outside the door, like moths rushing towards the soul fire in front of the coffin in the mourning hall.

Luo Changfeng, who saw the figure, raised his head.

In the sight, Jiang Manlou came with a body full of wind and snow.

This young master of the Jiang family, who always nagged and always showed off his pride and crooked reasoning, said a lot less today, and his behavior was much more peaceful.

Maybe it was the fall of the Phaseless Dao Sect that made him feel something.

Luo Changfeng wouldn't think that this guy had an epiphany and grew up overnight.

It's possible to be white-headed at night and night.

Moreover, the young master of the Jiang family did not want to face the essence and truth of the world from the bottom of his heart. Maybe one day in the future, Jiang Manlou will have to face this fateful choice, but that will also be in the future, isn't it?

When you sing about wine, life is geometric, such as morning dew, and the days are bitter...... Timely fun has always been the purpose of Jiang Manlou's game life, but it just depends on the timing and occasion.

After dusting off the wind and snow on his body, Jiang Manlou knelt in front of the spirit of the Wuxiang Dao Sect to mourn and salute.

Yu Guang glanced at Luo Changfeng, and Jiang Manlou said softly, "Come down the mountain with me." ”

Luo Changfeng shook his head: "I am the inheritor of the academy, and the future of the academy depends on me, and besides, the teacher's bones are not cold, how can I renounce my faith and leave the academy." ”

Jiang Manlou glanced at Huang Fuyi, and the indifferent latter raised his head slightly.

Jiang Manlou turned his gaze to Luo Changfeng again: "You know, when the academy is robbed, even if you stay, it won't help. ”

Luo Changfeng suddenly raised his voice: "Then what's the matter?"

Jiang Manlou was slightly stunned, and looked at him with a puzzled expression: "Even if it's to die?"

Luo Changfeng grinned: "It's not about the ending, it's not about the consequences, it's just an attitude, isn't it?"

Jiang Manlou fell silent.

You can stop a stubborn person from persisting in something, but you can't stop him from doing it when he knows he can't do it.

This is not Jiang Manlou's fallacy.

It's a sadness.

Luo Changfeng raised his head and glanced at Jiang Manlou again and said, "You go." Taking them down the mountain and completing the task entrusted to you by the dean is the best explanation to the academy. ”

Jiang Manlou, who was speechless and helpless, sighed lightly, and then got up.

He turned to leave, but suddenly stopped.

The wind and snow fell on his face, Jiang Manlou turned his head, squeezed out a smile and said: "Today's farewell or no reunion, so I don't plan to send me off?"

Although he was surprised, Luo Changfeng, who couldn't refuse Jiang Manlou's proposal, got up with it.

That year, the starry sky oath was indeed the best moment in the memory of the academy, and the former Luo Changfeng went out with Jiang Manlou's front and back feet.

As soon as his feet landed in front of the door, the whole person was suddenly stunned.

Then he closed his eyes.

He fell backwards.

A pair of calloused hands holding knives all year round supported him.

That's Senior Brother Huang Fuyi.

Jiang Manlou looked at Luo Changfeng's face and sighed: "Forgive me for putting you in a place of injustice and unfilial piety, but there is always hope in life, isn't it?"

Jiang Manlou was on his back Luo Changfeng, who was knocked unconscious by his senior brother.

Huang Fuyi respectfully held a knife in both hands and handed it to the young master of the Jiang family: "Take care of him." ”

Jiang Manlou looked at the silver-haired and blind Uncle Shi, and remembered the first time he saw this Tianjiao high-spirited appearance when he was in school.

For a moment, the invincible young master of the Jiang family was blurred by tears.

Jiang Manlou, who had never cried, finally cried.

People's hearts are not iron, how can a senior brother be so indifferent?

The young master of the First Family, choked up his voice, took the famous butcher's knife that held the future of the academy with both hands, and he had never felt that the burden on his body was so heavy.

Jiang Manlou, who was carrying Luo Changfeng on his back, knelt on one knee with a knife, his heart was surging, and his heart was uneasy: "You must survive! Changfeng owes you, let him pay it ......back in person."

In the Forgetful River, Jiang Manlou's back with Luo Changfeng's back gradually disappeared into the ice field wind and snow!

Here, since then, only a figure remains.

Senior brother Huangfu Yi's lonely figure.

Huang Fu Yi put his hands behind his back and raised his head.

With his silver hair, he was not looking at the merciless clouds, there was already endless darkness in front of him, and he just wanted the snowflakes to fly down his cheeks, looking for a familiar and cold feeling.

This will sober him up.

Only by staying awake can we face what comes next.

……

At the foot of Bodhi Mountain, Jiang Manlou and three thousand red robes got on their horses one after another, ready to go.

Looking back at the Bodhi Mountain, which has stood for thousands of years, Jiang Manlou, who had been associated with the academy to avoid marriage, was heartbroken and rode his horse and whipped.

Three thousand red robes rushed through the Bodhi City Gate.

Along the way, there was a piece of wolf smoke that covered the road with restlessness and rising.

When you go, you don't mince when you come, and this scene is the same as in the past.

On the Tianxiang attic, Yu Zhongtang, who was also wearing a big red robe, watched Jiang Manlou lead a torrent from a distance, and the eyes of the two met in shock, at that moment, I don't know who was in whose eyes, and who broke into whose heart and made a promise to follow each other to the death.

After seeing Jiang Manlou leave, Pi Yuzhongtang, the little lady who followed all the way to the academy in order to force marriage, swept down from the tall building, and the figure was as fast as the wind, and disappeared into the pavilion in a few flashes.

Yu Zhongtang appeared in the city library.

The Bodhi Academy is set up to handle various college affairs and is responsible for communicating with other mountains, although the library is not as good as the academy, but it is also a six-character door building.

Behind the buildings of the library, there is an extremely spacious and exquisite courtyard.

In the courtyard at this moment, there are also three thousand red robes waiting anxiously. When the figure of Yutang appeared, about 3,000 people in red robes quickly gathered.

Dressed in a red robe, Yu Zhongtang stood in front of the three thousand red robes, facing everyone.

After glancing at some of the figures in the team, Yuzhongtang drew his sword and pointed afar: "...... departure"

……

Tiandong opens the mountain gate.

There are eight hundred saints.

In addition to the Qiao brothers and sisters who were trapped in the Bodhi Academy, the ten figures of the twelve stars walked in the vast mountains and forests, carrying the huge sacred bowl of the sun and the moon and the five stars painted with the five stars of the heavens and the stars.

In the multicolored tassels, azure curtains, dancing in the wind, sat cross-legged a figure who looked no more than middle-aged and had a peaceful breath.

The man was wearing a robe embroidered with thunderclouds!

Even after thousands of years, his face has not aged in the slightest, just like when he rode the Razor Divine Beast through Tiandong in the past.

That person's name is Chen Qing.

The man was still young.

The statues of the eight hundred gods of Tiandong who can serve the twelve stars of the heavens are the saints who are truly cultivated as saints!

So he is also known as Chen Sheng!

(PS: The genuine version of this book is in Zongheng, and friends who like it hope to come to support, and Loulan is grateful.) ）