Snow falls in the cold winter, and snow falls on the holy city. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Kong Weiting's figure suddenly became ethereal, and streaks of blue light shot out from his body, leaving him alone.

"Xiao Wei! no!" Kong Mo roared, forming three light curtains around his body, and Qinghong lingered all over his body, escorting him.

The twenty-two Jianghu Grandmasters of the academy all showed their tricks, not for attack, but for defense, with their years of experience, Kong Weiting's next move was only a hard connection, and if he forcibly hit the hard, he would only die.

The mountains, rivers, forests, and winds of the four swords of the academy surround each other, forming a defensive formation that is in the same vein as the academy's great array.

Stomping his feet slightly, with Kong Weiting as the center, in the Holy City, there was a loud bell ringing, and his body leaned forward sharply, and his shoulders rose sideways.

A hissing sound sounded in the air, Kong Weiting's body rushed forward arrogantly, and on the road he walked, the mountains, rivers, forests and winds were instantly shattered, and the twenty-two Jianghu masters flew up in unison and landed heavily, like horses entering a flock of sheep, scattered and separated.

Everyone worked together to defend, but they couldn't stop Kong Weiting from advancing in the slightest!

Kong Weiting's body continued to rush forward, and he could not be allowed to collide in Kong Mo's arms, and the two met, with a loud bang, and they were evenly matched.

Kong Mo's face showed a touch of purple gold and dead gray, while Kong Weiting's strength was born from the shoulder, like the tide of the Qiantang River, wave after wave, wave after wave, layer by layer.

Stacking nine layers of force, Kong Mo forcibly suppressed the crumbling breath in his body, and his body was raised, avoiding Kong Weiting's tenth wave of qi.

At this point, Kong Weiting's eyes are open, and there are also layers of dangers, the ninety-nine eighty-one book arrays of the Sage Academy, heavy mountains and mountains, according to the way of heaven, when it is strong, it is stronger, and the stronger it is, and it is not human to contend with.

"I'm coming!" he murmured softly, and his body continued to rush forward.

Bang!

The first book array shattered and turned into countless mottled points of light, but these points of light did not disappear completely, but gradually got closer, forming pillars of light that were long and smashed, and slammed down, like an invisible sword, inserted into the back of Kong Weiting's body, as fierce as the coercion of heaven and earth.

Kong Weiting's body was stunned, forcibly broke free from the shackles of the coercion of heaven and earth, shouldered forward, and continued to rush forward.

Bang!

Another book array shattered, another pillar of light fell, and another heaven and earth coercion smashed on the body, devouring the internal organs, and the sea of qi dantian.

......

In this cycle, again and again, Kong Weiting's body rushed forward, paused, vomited blood, and continued to rush forward, constantly walking towards the three-story small building, seemingly slowly, but in the blink of an eye, he broke through the eighty great arrays of the academy.

Finally, when he reached the eighty-first great array, he could see the eaves of the small building, and heard the sound of wind chimes hanging on the eaves, clanging, clanging...... It's like a song of reunion.

Continuing to lift his strength, his breath soared, Kong Weiting's white hair flew freely, his shoulders were sideways, he rushed forward with his head buried in his head, and crashed into the last big array.

It was another loud bang that resounded through the heavens and the earth.

The big array was not broken, Kong Weiting had exhausted his strength, but he did not stop, he still rushed forward, boom, boom, boom, and the loud sound was coherent into a line, like a continuous thunderstorm, which seemed to collapse the sky in the distance.

......

Once upon a time, there was a story about a scholar named Oyu.

He and his beloved girl agreed to meet under the bridge, the night fell, the lights were on, the breeze was this night, the tail was born, but the girl did not arrive.

When the flood came, Oyu did not leave, he hugged the pillar under the bridge and swore the promise he made, the water went over the top of Oyu's head, drowning his life, but he never let go.

One second, one minute, one moment, one moment, one day, one month, last year, this year, next year, one thought for a thousand years, one hope for ten thousand years.

The water under the bridge is murmuring, and the withered and reborn flowers by the river tell the waiting of the last life.

The blue waves ripple, the vows are bright and extinguished in time, life is muddy in the mud, love scars, disillusionment and rebirth.

In the three-story building, she waited for him for ten years, and at that time, she was the last student.

Ten years later, he came for her, constantly colliding with his body, resisting the way of heaven with his shoulders, again and again, at the cost of his own body, at this moment, he is the last life.

He and she became each other's tails, keeping a promise until life was exhausted and the earth was desolate.

......

Kong Mo's eyes were full of sadness: "Xiaowei, why bother!"

He suddenly stretched out a hand and slammed it on his chest, he was connected with the academy array, closely related, his fist smashed on his chest, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and the eighty-first great array was bright and uncertain, and when Kong Weiting collided with it for the last time, it was shattered.

Kong Shan's face tightened, and he hurriedly came up to support Kong Mo: "Holy Father, you ......"

Pushing away the support, Kong Mo's body swept away, appeared not far from Kong Weiting, and did not step forward: "Xiao Wei, brother is not a bad person!"

Kong Weiting raised his middle finger and pointed at the gentleman and saint in the eyes of the world: "But you are definitely not a good person." ”

Kong Mo lowered his eyebrows and closed his eyes, tears flowed out, he remembered the difficult years when the two depended on each other, vividly, a bowl of warm rice porridge shared between the two of them, hiding in the corner on a snowy night and shivering, snuggling up to each other for warmth, his father-in-law's generous hands, warm embrace, earnest teachings, those he never forgot, but father-in-law, why did you fall into the devil's way, resist the way of heaven, and seek a dead end? Kong Mo is sorry for you, sorry for the Kong family, but worthy of the world!

Kong Weiting didn't look at Kong Mo, held on to the pillar on the side, stretched out his hand to cover his mouth, and the blood gushed out uncontrollably, falling down the snowflakes all over the sky, bit by bit.

After conditioning his breath and suppressing the churning sea of qi, Kong Weiting straightened his sideburns and white hair, straightened his clothes, and spit out the blood in his mouth.

He was going to see her, and he didn't want her to see him hurt and embarrassed.

In front of the small window, she coughed up the last mouthful of blood and hurriedly touched up her makeup, like a reckless little girl.

It's time to see him, and she doesn't want him to see her haggard and sickly appearance.

Walking through the poetry hall, pushing open the vermilion door in front of him, and settling on the newly paved snow, Kong Weiting's eyes swept over the snow-white lotus pond and withered flower beds.

Straightened the hairpin on her head, softened her beautiful willow eyebrows, and lay on the windowsill with her hands staggered, her eyes crossed over the withered lotus leaves and falling snowflakes.

The first time we met, it was like that.

He looked up and smiled, and she looked down, the corners of her mouth curled.

The four eyes are facing each other, and the water and milk are blended.

Ten years of life and death, without thinking, unforgettable. Thousands of miles apart, there is nowhere to talk about desolation. Even if I am lovesick, I don't know it, my face is dusty, and my temples are like frost.

At night, I suddenly returned to my hometown, and I was dressing up in the small window. There are no words for each other, only a thousand tears. It is expected that the intestines will be broken every year, the bright moon night, and the short Matsuoka.

He saw the time of her life, and she saw the years he had passed!

Nothing has changed, he is still handsome and pretentious, she is still pretty, naughty and cute.

Everything had changed again, he was in his twilight years, his hair was full of luxury, and she was on the verge of death, and she was terminally ill.