The first seven have passed.

In the suburbs outside Luoyang City, weeds were growing and crying was suppressed.

The dead branches soaked in tung oil are burning, and in the jumping flames, you can see Mei Shuying lying on the plum branch fire, quiet and ignorant...... It is like a deep sleep, like a rest.

An ethereal and mournful elegy resounded above the fire, as if chanting, sad and compassionate.

It vaguely reflects this person's calm and leisurely expression and posture over the years.

In the past, it was a shocking shadow.

Today's Soul Funeral Song.

More than 1,000 people in the Amazing Cloud Pavilion knelt around the fire, their eyes were full of compassion, and they were all sad.

But when I saw the white clothes and red plums, they gradually burned out in the fire.

The flesh melts, and the bones gradually age.

Yingli's whole body trembled, and she couldn't hold back, crying silently.

The living have no way to send, and the dead have returned.

Later, there were bones splashed out of the fire and rolled down, Yingli trembled and stretched out her hand to pick it up, but was stopped by the old man who was buried......

"People who are not close relatives cannot pick up bones, only the surviving and blood relatives can pick up bones for him and burn them. ”

Yingli gritted her teeth and wept back.

In the sad elegy, everyone saw a girl in a white dress and mourning clothes slowly stepped forward to pick up Mei Shuying's tumbling skull, and held it in the palm of her hand with tears. "Brother May...... Father and mother died young...... To this day...... You ...... too. Leave Su Wan......"

The scorching temperature on the bones scalded the girl's soft white and delicate hands, Lan Suwan gritted her teeth and sobbed, closed her eyes and threw the bones in her hands into the plum branch fire.

Several scoops of tung oil were sprinkled on the fire and plum branches again, and the fire jumped up, and in an instant it soared high, jumped and burned, covering everyone's eyes, and everything in the fire, and all the noise of this worldly dust.

Lan Suwan staggered back a few steps, knelt weakly beside Wen Moran, facing the fire, and wept.

On the road back to the funeral East Street, Wen Mo was in front of Fengling, and Lan Suwan slowly followed with the bone altar, crying and tearing every step.

From now on, there will be no more Big Brother Mei to take care of Su Wan......

The moment I looked up, all the sorrow and sorrow turned into powerlessness and grief that I had to admit in my eyes, and I had to face the pain and determination of death.

……

Jingzhou South County, at the foot of the mountains where Guiyun Valley is located, on the wild trail mountain road that no one has for several miles.

The man in Tsing Yi was covered in mud and blood, his clothes were torn and ragged, his long hair was dusty and obscure, and he lay on the back of the white wolf, who was also exhausted.

His face was as white as paper, his lips were trembling and chapped, and the person on the back of the white wolf was thin and boneless, and he was extremely weak and exhausted.

There are many black shadows flashing in front of me from time to time, and I can't tell whether it is day or night, and the light and shadow are dim.

The frost sword in Yun Xiao's hand suddenly fell and smashed on the mud path in the mountains, making a "clang" sound.

"Whew......" the white wolf subconsciously whispered, lowered his head and paced, carrying him hobbling forward.

The man in Tsing Yi woke up tremblingly, and called Zong Bai in a dumb voice: "...... White...... Return...... Go. ”

The huge white wolf did not stop for several days, gasping step by step, and stopped when he heard the sound, raising his paws that were as heavy as a thousand pounds and wanted to turn around, but his legs fell to his knees in the grass, and his white fur was covered in the mud and grass, and he couldn't stop wheezing, and it was difficult to open his eyes.

Yun Xiao rolled off Zongbai's back and fell on the gravel grass path, his chest aching and stinging, and he coughed up blood in his mouth.

The man in Tsing Yi lay in the grass and did not move for a long time.

The white wolf was also motionless, its four paws trembling, and its breathing was heavy. I don't know if I passed out or fell asleep.

The mountain breeze blows through the weeds, and the sound of countless insects and birds suddenly seems to be in the ears.

The hustle and bustle of the world.

I don't know how long it took, the man in Tsing Yi slowly stretched out his hand to support the ground, slowly got up, and turned to the place where the frost sword fell.

The glorious Qingfeng Ancient Sword lay quietly in the grass, thick and simple, and the edge was fully concealed.

Yun Xiao slowly moved to the side of the sword, supported the ground with one hand, and stretched out the other to pick up the sword.

Behind him, several flying horses suddenly strode towards him.

The person in the creeping grass did not have time to react, a gravity was on his back, and with the sound of "pop", the person in Tsing Yi spit out a mouthful of blood, and fell to the ground heavily, vomiting blood suddenly in his mouth, burying his head in the bloody mud and grass, and did not move for a long time.

The man turned around and looked at the man on the grass.

"Master Cousin! It seems to be a person. ”

"I don't know if I was kicked by the young master's horse...... Kick to death?"

"This is Jingzhou, adjacent to Yizhou, now the world is so chaotic, what is it to kick someone to death. ”

When the servants heard this, they looked at each other.

The man sitting on the high horse saw that the people on the ground were not moving, and he wanted to rein in his horse and go, but suddenly he caught a glimpse of the sword in the grass, and his eyes lit up, and he turned over and dismounted. "This sword is good. ”

The man picked up the sword in his hand and smiled. "It's really heavy, it's a good sword. ”

The man on the prostrate ground moved, reaching out his blood-stained hand and grasping at the sword he was holding.

The person holding the sword was dressed in brocade clothes, noticed his movements, and kicked the hand of the person on the ground away: "Not dead?" The next moment said: "It's mud and blood, it's filthy, pickled and smelly, don't stain the sword of this young master if you don't die." ”

The next moment came back to his senses, looked at the sword and looked at the people on the ground: "...... Can this sword still be yours? Looking at your appearance, can you hold a sword? You also deserve to hold such a good sword? Young Master Ben picked it up in this meadow, and this sword is Young Master Ben's!"

The next moment, he noticed that his bare feet on the stirrups were caught, and when he looked down, his face turned blue with anger: "Young Master Ben's trouser leg was soiled by your dirty hands!"

"Let go! Don't let go, I'll kick you to death if you don't let go!"

The entourage on one side couldn't see it, and reminded solemnly: "Young Master Cousin, this place is not as good as Pingcheng, after all, it is close to Guiyun Valley, and Young Master Cousin must not go too far, so that people can't see it well." ”

The young man on horseback was about twenty years old, holding the Shuanghua Sword and sneering: "Now in this world, even the Wu family, one of the three saints of the martial arts alliance, has been wiped out, and there are some orphans and widows left, and Yizhou is about to fight again, who still comes to see it, what can you do if you see it? In the past, there was a Wu family, and the people on the rivers and lakes were nosy, thinking about earning some reputation for the Wu family and the rivers and lakes of the Central Plains, but now the Central Plains martial arts are lifeless, declining, defeated, and the court is busy quelling the chaos, who has nothing to do with these idle things?" Even if I beat him to death here, I guess I thought it was done by a homeless man from Yizhou. ”

The attendant stopped talking, only frowning.

The hand that clung to the young man's bare feet was thin and rugged, and his wrist was red and swollen, and his skin was broken and bleeding, and it was stained with sand and mud.

All of a sudden, I could hear the sand and gravel on the sole of the shoe grinding from the wrist to the forearm, heavy, loud and sharp, tiger and tiger, it should be extremely painful, the man did not let go for a long time.

The man who was half on the ground was still buried in the ground, but he was trembling and unable to speak.

"It's really stinky to ask for food!" the man scolded angrily, flew up, raised his other foot and kicked Yun Xiao's wrist hard.

A clear crack of bones was heard, and the person on the ground screamed in a low voice, and his left hand was folded backwards, and his wrist smashed to the ground with a "snap", and the skin and flesh were open to the bone.

Zongbai, who was so tired that he was unconscious in the grass, woke up suddenly, got up from the grass tremblingly, and rushed straight to Yun Xiao's side: "Whew-"

"What's it?!" The man in brocade clothes was frightened for a moment when he saw the beast's breath, and he took three steps back.

"What a big wolf!"

Zong Bai was protecting in front of Yun Xiao, his four claws were still trembling, and he was panting and grinding his claws towards them.

"There is such a big wolf in this mountain, forest and wilderness, just kill it to make a white wolf hairy man for my cousin. ”

Seeing them draw their swords one after another, their dull and stiff claws became more and more unconscious, and the sound of wheezing became louder and louder...... Suddenly he looked back and bit the shoulder of the man on the ground, turned and left.

"I still want to run!" the man in brocade was about to chase after him with his sword.

The attendants hurriedly stopped him. "Young Master Cousin, don't forget the purpose of our coming to Jingzhou, don't delay the business. ”

The brocade-clothed boy gave up impatiently. "Well, the beggar fed the wolf...... After all, this sword belongs to the young master!"

After that, he raised his eyebrows with his sword and turned over again.

The man and the wolf who fled in the distance were breathing heavily, and their speed was getting slower and slower......

The blood at the severed hand dripped all the way, and the face of the man in Tsing Yi who was white from cold sweat was dull, his voice was hoarse, and he muttered intermittently: "Sword ...... Master's ...... Frost ...... Sword ......"

……

Lan Suwan rode on the road back to the valley, and her mind kept echoing in her head, and Yu Lao and the others knelt down to talk to her.

"Miss, since you sent the ashes of the pavilion master to the mourning hall as a surviving person, now that the pavilion master has gone and has not left an heir, we dare to invite the young lady to enter the Jingyun Pavilion and serve as the new Jingyun Pavilion master...... Take charge of the Shocking Cloud Pavilion. ”

Lan Suwan looked at the appearance of the fourteenth hall master and the elders, and Yingli Jiuli kneeling with her head down, stunned and suffocated for a moment.

"Su Wan is immoral and incompetent...... I'm afraid I won't be able to take on this heavy responsibility......" After a long time, Lan Suwan lowered her eyes and bowed her head, and finally said lightly, "Please ask a few elders to find someone else, Su Wan is really difficult to take on this big responsibility." ”

After saying goodbye, he bowed to Wen Mo Dye, said goodbye, and came out of the snow tire plum bone.

Jiuli led the horse to chase him out, and asked worriedly: "Miss and Gongzi's childhood sweetheart, fingertips are married, and they are the most qualified people to take over the Shocking Cloud Pavilion for Gongzi...... Why shouldn't the young lady?"

Lan Suwan had sadness in her eyes, holding the reins of the horse that Jiuli handed her, and a look of Qi slowly appeared in her eyes. "When I sent Brother Mei's ashes to the mourning hall, I remembered how Master took me out of the carriage...... Accompany me when I send my father's ashes back to the Shocking Cloud Pavilion...... After many years, I don't remember the details, but I still remember that Master was standing behind me and making me bow goodbye to my father and mother over and over again...... But I was very relieved in my heart...... Lan Suwan's eyes slowly thickened: "Now that Brother Mei is gone...... Master is already Su Wan's closest person...... But that day in the temple, I couldn't accept the death of Brother Mei and Ah Zi for a while, and impulsively said that the master was not ...... Later, the road back to Luoyang...... I think about it every time...... The ...... that hurts Ah Zi the most on weekdays It's Master...... I really shouldn't ...... Such unfilial ......"

Jiuli listened to the soft voice: "Miss has always been sensible and sensible, and can empathize with the pain of others, I believe that with Mr. Duanmu's understanding of Miss, I should know that Miss will figure it out, and I have never blamed Miss." ”

Lan Suwan nodded lightly: "Now that Ah Zi is beside Master, Ah Zi has just gone...... Yun Xiaoyuan suffered in southern Xinjiang...... The senior sister was seriously injured and did not recover...... At a time when no one is around...... I'm going to have to go back and help my sister...... Take good care of Master before your brother comes back. ”

Jiuli then bowed his head: "In this way, Jiuli will not say more, and Jingyun Pavilion is still the place where the young lady returns." Take care, Miss. ”

The man in blue also replied softly: "You and Yingli also take care." ”

Horseback galloping, days.

In the mountain forest trail at the foot of the mountains, the man in blue ran straight to Guiyun Valley.

The forest wind sounded softly, and when he walked to one place, the horse was suddenly frightened, and raised his front hooves with a long cry.

The man in blue hurriedly took the reins of his horse and stared at it, but saw two shadows, one green and one white, lying in the deep weeds, covered in mud and blood, motionless.