Huang Fuyi's story is over.

The snow-capped mountain peaks fell into a long silence again.

Luo Changfeng looked at his senior brother, and his heart was complicated, but it was more of a misunderstanding of his senior brother's guilt.

Only now did he understand that everything his senior brother had done was to eliminate demons for himself and remove the demonic nature left in the body of the butcher knife, so that he now had the ability to completely control the butcher knife.

And to accomplish this, it is necessary to go through the most brutal betrayal and survive the death. That's why the senior brother took advantage of his serious injury to fall into the well and take away the thirty-five lotus flowers.

This is a very dangerous process and a form of gambling.

It's just that Luo Changfeng didn't know why the senior brother was so confident, and said: "If I don't recast my state of mind, I will collapse or die elsewhere?"

Huang Fuyi turned his back to him, and his increasingly dim eyes could no longer see the tombstone in the wind and snow in front of him, so he had to stare at nothingness, and said in as calm a tone as possible: "It's better to be a ghost than to stay in the world as a demon." The reputation of the academy for thousands of years cannot be ruined in your hands alone. ”

Huang Fuyi's words sounded cold and ruthless, but they were Luo Changfeng's most satisfactory answer.

Because this is the senior brother.

The academy has the pride of the academy, and even if it no longer exists, its pride will still be passed down to the world, and there will still be people to protect it.

According to the temperament of the senior brother, he may die of a painful collapse, but he will never allow the junior brother who has fallen into the devil to bring disaster to the world.

Huang Fu Yi paused and said: "Since you are the person of the destiny of the great world, you should not be defeated so easily, not to mention, you are my Huang Fu Yi's junior brother and the last student of the teacher." ”

Huang Fuyi's truth is always so unreasonable, always so simple.

From beginning to end, he believed that Luo Changfeng could recast his state of mind, control the butcher's knife, and become a real academy knife holder, and there was no other reason. Just because Luo Changfeng is his junior brother and a student of the teacher.

How arrogant this explanation is.

Luo Changfeng smiled when he listened.

I thought that my senior brother was still a senior brother, as usual, and it hadn't changed at all.

Huang Fu Yi, who was already in endless darkness in front of him, vaguely heard the chuckle of his junior brother, and he was even a little unsure if there was a hallucination and mishearing, but it didn't matter anymore.

Even if he couldn't hear anything.

"Do you resent Senior Brother?" he asked Luo Changfeng.

This is the question that Luo Changfeng once asked him.

In the academy in the past, Luo Changfeng asked him more than once. Now he also wants to know if his junior brother resents himself when he took the thirty-five petals of lotus with his own hands that day.

Luo Changfeng didn't want to deceive: "Complained." ”

Huang Fuyi nodded and said with a smile: "In this way, senior brother will be relieved." ”

Luo Changfeng felt strange.

I was about to ask, but I heard my brother say, "I'm going to die." ”

The four words were like five thunderbolts, shaking Luo Changfeng's mind. He looked at his senior brother with great puzzlement, how could he die if he was so dignified?

The wind and snow stirred Huang Fuyi's clothes, and Luo Changfeng found in a trance that his senior brother's back was no longer so upright at some point.

He knew that his senior brother would not joke with him for no reason, and suddenly a sense of fear swept through his body: "Senior brother!"

Huang Fuyi, whose eyes and ears have been completely isolated from the world, said: "Everyone will die, not to mention that I have already died once. ”

Luo Changfeng walked in front of Huang Fuyi and was stunned to find that his senior brother's eyes were completely empty.

Suddenly, my heart sank.

Huang Fuyi's legs were paralyzed, and when he was about to collapse, he said: "Help me." ”

Luo Changfeng, who was hit hard in his mind and couldn't think about it, hurriedly helped his senior brother to sit down slowly, and sat in front of the tombstone on the top of the snowy mountain.

Luo Changfeng anxiously held his senior brother's wrist and wanted to convey cultivation, but was pushed away by Huangfu Yi with his backhand and shook his head: "It's useless." My primordial spirit is exhausted, and I am no longer a medicine stone. ”

Luo Changfeng was puzzled: "Why is this happening? Isn't your Yuan Shen completely fused with this body? How can it be, how can it be exhausted?"

Huang Fuyi's breath began to weaken, and his voice became hoarse: "Senior brother, I can't hear what you say anymore." Don't be sad, because Senior Brother knew that this day would come. I'm afraid that you will come too early, and I am worried that you will not be able to recast your state of mind, and that you will not be able to complete the reconstruction of the college. ”

"The good thing is that everything is in time. ”

"To see you for the last time, to be able to hand over the brand-new academy to you, this is the most perfect ending, and Senior Brother Jiuquan also has the face to meet the teacher. ”

Huang Fuyi took out the self-sacrificing knife from the crescent pendant and handed it into the hands of the grieving Luo Changfeng. His breath was as thin as a gossamer, and he had completely lost his voice, leaving only his mouth: "Give the courtyard knife to Liu Shisan's child, and tell him that the pride of the academy cannot be lost!"

Luo Changfeng held the self-sacrificing knife tightly, looked at the dying senior brother, nodded vigorously, and burst into tears.

Huang Fuyi stretched out his hand and groped out of thin air: "Senior brother, junior brother......"

Luo Changfeng hurriedly held it: "I'm here, senior brother......

The only remaining trace of touch came into the palm of his hand, and Huang Fuyi grinned: "Inherit the academy! In the next life, I will still climb the mountain to apprentice." ”

In Luo Changfeng's eyes, a rare smile from the senior brother was completely frozen.

He frowned slightly, the tip of his nose sour.

He blinked softly, and two lines of hot tears rolled down his cheeks......

The wind and snow in the Forgetful River suddenly tightened, especially on the top of the snow-capped mountain behind the courtyard, the wind and snow were violent, rolling up a tornado about a hundred zhang long, straight to the sky.

In that tornado, there were thousands of swords and swords.

It was the bloody sword light of the butcher's knife, and it was the sword light of the countless swords in the Huanhua Sword Washing Diagram.

It was Luo Changfeng's long howl! It was also his endless grief!

In front of the four tombstones, he stood up in the wind and snow.

The moment he got up, the tornado exploded, and all the wind and snow between the sword light and sword shadow and the heaven and earth instantly froze in the void.

Luo Changfeng looked at his senior brother lying in front of the tombstone, lifted his placket, and knelt down on his knees.

"Senior brother, let's go!"

Luo Changfeng said goodbye to his senior brother.

Everything that was still in the Forgetful River bowed his head as he kowtowed.

......

Evening.

Bodhi Academy's enrollment assessment is in full swing and has finally come to an end.

Those young students from all over the world and their families camped in the mountains or returned to the city inns. In the starry night, the lively academy ushered in a short period of silence.

An Hongdou went up the mountain.

In fact, after Luo Changfeng entered the Forgetful River, he never came out again, which made Jiang Manlou and the others extremely worried.

Under the questioning of the corresponding day, Jiang Manlou and Li Xingyun and the ten sons of the comrades learned that it turned out that the time of the ancestor Emperor Fu Yi was running out!

may have been a student of the academy, and out of respect for the Wuxiang Dao Sect, they did not dare to trespass into the Forgetful River without permission.

Only then did he inform An Hongdou in Tianxiang Pavilion of the news.

So the red-clothed man who was full of worry came to the purple bamboo forest with a sword.

Riding a bamboo raft into the snowy Forgetful River, An Hongdou walked towards the quiet courtyard. searched every room, and after lighting the lamps and candles, Luo Changfeng was still nowhere to be seen.

A little anxious, she released her Yuan Shen Perception, and finally at the top of the snow-capped mountain behind the courtyard, she noticed Luo Changfeng's breath.