Bodhi City is still the Bodhi City of the year.

It's just that without the support and rendering of the mountain academy, the appearance of Bodhi City after ten years is much more deserted than before.

Of course, this is not a simple result of the collapse of the academy.

Located on the edge of the border between the Great Yan Empire and the Seven Prefectures, the city was originally a transportation hub and a necessary route for merchants and pedestrians. But with the domination of Tiandong by Jun Zeyu, the king of Eastern Chuming, Bodhi City lost its previous geographical advantages. In addition, the barren mountains outside the city are dilapidated and no one cares about them, and they are becoming deserted day by day.

After entering the city, the two brothers went straight to the post house of the academy in the city.

Luo Changfeng didn't expect that this place was still empty, and it was extremely clean and tidy, as if someone often came to clean it.

After listening to Fang Zhiming, after the king ruled Tiandong, he instructed the officials of the state government of the city to keep everything that the academy had in the past, no matter the office in the city or the barren mountains outside the city, not a single grass, tree, table or chair should be tampered with!

For this, Luo Changfeng was grateful.

"You said that you cut off your robes and cut off your righteousness, why did that King of Eastern Chu Ming do this?"

"The Twelve Stars of Jingtian are the culprits of the slaughter of the Academy, maybe he feels guilty about the Academy. ”

Along the main city street out of the direction of the city, the red-haired Huang Fu Yi frowned slightly.

Obviously, he did not agree with his brother's explanation.

Or from beginning to end, all the things Jun Zeyu has done for the academy, he is disgusted and even feels that the fox is fake and powerful.

The senior brother did not deliberately hide his emotions, and his displeasure was caught by Luo Changfeng.

The latter inadvertently slowed down, half a shoulder behind his senior brother. Luo Changfeng looked at his senior brother's back, and felt a little strange for some reason.

......

Where is the road to Bodhi Mountain?

In the past, the mountain road had long been buried by barren grass and rocks, and the two brothers climbed the mountain, not by memory, but where the footsteps fell, where was the mountain road.

Standing in front of the collapsed academy and watching the 'Daomen Holy Land' lying quietly under the clear sky turn into ruins in front of you, the painful feeling invaded bit by bit.

The breeze was blowing, and a few peach blossoms floated from nowhere, falling lightly on Luo Changfeng's shoulders. He stretched out his hand to dust off the peach blossoms, and thought of the peach blossom forest that carried many memories, and was slightly stunned.

He came back to his senses and walked in his brother's footsteps.

Along the way, he caught a glimpse of many bones that had not been weathered by dust, as well as the Bodhi tree that had fallen in the ashes and withered, and Luo Changfeng seemed to have returned to ten years ago in an instant.

Killings and screams echoed in my ears.

There was a dull ache in my heart.

His brow furrowed, and an imperceptible flash of red light in his clear pupils.

He walked through the ruins, from the six-character gate of the outer courtyard to the Spiegel Terrace. Walking through the purple bamboo forest, he and his senior brother appeared in front of the Mirror Lake.

There are rows of bamboo rafts by the mirror lake.

looked familiar with the bamboo raft that docked by the lake ten years ago, but Luo Changfeng knew that it was not.

The senior brother untied the bamboo raft.

Familiar movements, familiar scenes, just like when he first entered the purple bamboo forest of the academy that year, and when his senior brother took him into the Forgetful River, the bits and pieces are vivid......

The memories in Luo Changfeng's divine consciousness were gradually evoked, his aura began to fluctuate a little, his qi and blood were faintly surging, the red light in his eyes kept flashing, and there was a terrifying aura in his body that was about to move.

He knew that the bloody aura left in his body by the butcher's knife was awakened by the fluctuations of emotions.

He didn't tell his senior brother that he was restraining himself!

He followed his senior brother into the Forgetful River.

Snowflakes are no different, all the snow in the world is in the shape of hexagonal crystals, but compared to the wind and snow silver city, the snow of the Forgetful River is still extremely familiar to him. It felt like ...... Close his eyes, put himself in an unfamiliar space, and when the wind blows and the snow lingers, he will know that he is forgetful.

The snow in the small courtyard isolated from the world and no one has set foot on it has long been above the knees, and several huts are also stained with ash.

The roof tile where the Wuxiang Dao Sect lived was broken, and the small hole in the south window was leaking from the wind and snow, and when the senior brother pushed the door in, the wind was blowing and swarming into the bone.

Everything in the room was the same as before.

Even the giant tripod where the thirty-six petals of lotus had been planted had not been removed in the slightest, and the dust marks on the feet of the tripod were clearly different from those around the ground.

The senior brother seldom spoke, and as before, he began to clean up silently inside and outside the house.

Luo Changfeng wanted to help shovel the snow.

But he was stopped by his senior brother: "You don't need to help here, go and clean up your own place." ”

Luo Changfeng, who was rarely treated coldly by his senior brother, was slightly stunned.

He looked at his brother's busy back, stood stunned for a moment, then bowed respectfully, and then went to the house where he had lived.

About half an hour, after cleaning the courtyard, the two brothers climbed the iceberg hand in hand.

There is an iceberg behind the Forgetful Chuan Temple, where the Wuxiang Dao Sect lives all the year round.

Ten years ago, four graves were erected on the iceberg, and four academy swordsmen were buried under the tombstones. Wuxiang Dao Sect, the old sword leader of the library building, the senior brother, and the sword idiot Bai Yu Guanzu.

Standing in front of the teacher's monument, the senior brother knelt on his knees in the snow and kowtowed deeply.

Luo Changfeng lifted his placket and was about to kneel down with his senior brother, but was called again.

"And not busy. ”

The senior brother got up and looked at Luo Changfeng with a confused expression: "Just now, tell the teacher what you have done in the past ten years." ”

"Senior brother?"

Luo Changfeng didn't understand what his senior brother meant, there were tears in his eyes, and there was a blood-red aura in the tears.

Huangfu Yi, who occupied the body of Liu Yaotian, pointed to the ice tablet: "Your senior brother is lying here. ”

This heart-wrenching sentence poked Luo Changfeng's heart deep and ached faintly.

In the past ten years, the city lord of Fengxue Silver City, who has been admired by all the people, is like a wronged child in front of his senior brother, and he wants to stop talking.

Now in this world, if Luo Changfeng still has a heart of respect, it must all be on the senior brother.

He can disobey anyone, but he won't contradict his brother.

He didn't dare.

He didn't dare to speak.

Huangfu Yi had a sneering look on his face: "I don't know what to say?"

Luo Changfeng shook his head in a panic: "No, it's not ......"

"That's right! The dignified Luo City Lord sits on the Wind and Snow Silver City, has hundreds of millions of people to admire, and the world sings praises for merit. On the bank of Weishui, he killed more than 70 foreign masters with a sword, and his strength made the world's sword cultivators yearn for it and couldn't reach it. There is also a red face in the city, which is rumored to be a good story. Yanling's personal guards followed, and the order was like a mountain...... In such a happy and happy immortal day, why should he remember the blood and hatred of the dead in the academy?"

Huangfu Yi is a heart-wrenching word.

Looking at those cold eyes, Luo Changfeng staggered back a few steps and almost slipped: "No, senior brother, I, I didn't!"

Huangfu resolutely pressed step by step: "You don't have it?

Luo Changfeng kept retreating, and then sat down beside his senior brother's tombstone.

He looked at his senior brother's tombstone, tears slid down, and he cried bitterly: "I haven't forgotten the disaster of the academy......

Huang Fuyi suddenly shouted angrily: "You are lying!"

Panic in my heart.

Luo Changfeng raised his head in a daze, and looked at his senior brother with bloodshot eyes.

"The three generations of sword-wielding people lying in this tomb, as well as the white bones that have been corrupted by the wind and rain outside, are just some ridiculous people who can't do anything about themselves!"

He pointed to the tombstone and smiled miserably: "You guys...... Hahaha! What do you say about living and dying with the academy, but I don't know that you will not return to your hometown after you are buried in the ruins, and the person who has worked hard to defend it, the little master and uncle! He has enjoyed the glory and wealth of the hall full of gold and jade for ten years! Don't say that he hates the academy, in the past ten years of spring and autumn, he has ever returned to see the princes!"

After a long roar, Huang Fu Yi drew his sword.

With a slash of the palm of the Liaoyuan Sword, crystal blood dripped down.

His eyes were full of endless disappointment and endless hatred, he looked at Luo Changfeng, and said word by word: "The common people are all damned people!"

The aftermath lingers.

Next to the tombstone, Luo Changfeng, whose bloody aura of the butcher's knife was already irrepressible, was surging with blood, spitting blood.

A burst of blood-like red aura enveloped him.

He looked weak and weak: "I, I haven't forgotten!"

Luo Changfeng held the tombstone and stood up with difficulty and reluctantly.

He slowly raised his head, staring at Huang Fuyi with a pair of demonic eyes, and the hatred in his heart was completely released by the demonic nature of the butcher's knife.

The silver hair danced like a needle, and he clenched his fists: "I want revenge!"