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"Senior sister, senior brother punished me again today!"

"Fei Mu, what's wrong with you rabbit cub, isn't it time for morning classes in the sect, why didn't you, a disciple of the outer sect, have you not had morning classes?"

"Wow--- didn't I get punished, so I didn't go to morning class!"

"Slippery boy, didn't you run to the mountainside hall again and sneak the spirit fish. ”

"Eh, senior sister, good senior sister, ears, ears hurt!"

"Bastard boy, I see you dare to skip class next time!"

"Hmph, you and your senior brother are in the same group, and I will bully him to death when you give birth to a child in the future. ”

"Boy, don't run!"

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"Beichen, you rabbit cub, this spirit fish has been eaten by you, you still come, I will go to the mountain for less than an hour, there are two less, you kid is a monkey spirit!"

"Senior brother, there is no evidence, you are not good at wronging people, don't look at me as young, I know a lot. ”

"You know a lot, and today I beat you to become a pig's head. ”

"Senior sister, senior sister, you have killed someone, come out and save people!"

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"What are you doing in my cave again, you've been coming here every day lately, and you're still looking at these talisman-making materials, and you want to learn the art of talisman making?"

"Uh-huh---"

"I want to learn from my sister to teach you, boy, grinding and chirping, Zhidie's girl, I like you there. ”

"Hehe, I definitely like everything. ”

"Come and sit down next to me, and I'll teach you. ”

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"Beichen, the teacher said again that you skipped class today, where did you run away again?"

"Senior brother, that teacher, the old beard has been dragged to the ground, and the talk is messy, I let him go home to care for the elderly, he is still hard-mouthed, you say that he is so old, and he will not let his family worry!"

"You kid, skipping class is still a lot of crookedness, I'm going to pick your skin today. ”

"Senior brother, if you dare to touch me, I will go to find my senior sister immediately. ”

"Your senior sister has gone to the Fu Pavilion to cultivate, and she won't come back in a month, and now there is no one to protect you. ”

"Wang Mu, Wang Feimu, you bully children, I'll go to the senior brother. ”

"Senior brother is dead, no one can save you today. ”

"Senior Sister Feibai, you're back!"

"Non-white ---bastard boy, don't run!"

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Within the chaotic consciousness, what emerged was a scene from childhood, and Beichen's divine consciousness was like falling into black purgatory, and it was difficult to wake up.

"Beichen --- Beichen ---"

Zhidie's slightly anxious voice entered Beichen's consciousness, like a warm light, shining into the dark haze, sweeping away the dark clouds, and seeing a trace of sunny sky.

When he woke up, Beichen's eyes were difficult to focus for a while.

Feifu and Zhidie were looking at him with a worried face.

Beichen tried to move, and found that the palm of his hand was held tightly by Zhidie, and he gently shook it back like a soothing.

After the vision in front of him was clear, Beichen saw that the tears on Zhidie's cheeks had not yet dried, and he knew in his heart that all this was not a dream, but a real thing.

"Senior brother!"

Feifu saw that Beichen came to his senses, and his heart was a little calm. In Cuiling Valley, Beichen saw the two soul lamps in his hands, splashed vermilion in the sky, and fainted directly.

Feifu knew that Beichen would definitely not be able to accept it as soon as he got the news, so this time he ran over in person.

But he didn't expect Beichen's heart to throb so intensely. You must know that today's Beichen is a true person in the Mahayana realm, and his state of mind cultivation should not be so fragile.

Moreover, Beichen was directly unconscious for an hour, which was almost impossible among the true Dao Spirits of the Mahayana realm.

Feifu darkened his expression and said in a trembling voice: "Beichen, Zhidie, follow me back to the mountain." ”

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The fourth mountain of Southern Xuanzong, today, the aura does not flash, the atmosphere is heavy, on weekdays, the disciples who come and go lively, there is no trace, only the mountains, the green trees are independent, and the mountain wind is howling.

Beichen followed behind Feifu, step by step, towards the mountainside hall.

Zhidie has always been by Beichen's side, and while her heart is cramping, she is also very worried about Beichen.

When he came to the front of the mountainside hall, Beichen's footsteps suddenly stopped, and it was always difficult for him to step out of that step.

"Let's go in, Brother Fei and Senior Sister Bai will make the last journey, we will send it off!"

Beichen's nose was slightly sore, and the corners of his eyes were aggravated, but he endured it and didn't let the tears fall out.

Looking up at the sky, the corner of Beichen's eyes couldn't help but glance at the pool of spirit fish in front of the mountainside hall.

The sparse, golden spirit fish swam quietly in the spirit pond without making any splashes.

One step at a time, Beichen held Zhidie with his backhand.

The two ice coffins were quietly placed in the center of the main hall, flowing with cold air.

Fei Ling, dressed in the costume of the Xuanmen Holy Maiden, stood quietly on the side of the Xuanbing coffin, silent, and his expression was full of sorrow.

Non-shepherd, non-song, non-wood, non-badger, with the disciples of the fourth mountain, also stood solemnly.

Beichen came, and all the disciples performed the sect's great gift at the same time.

Beichen was silent, coming to the Xuan Bing coffin, looking at Fei Bai and Fei Mu lying quietly inside, his whole body was not the slightest bit of vitality.

"Who is it?"

A whispering voice sounded, and Feifu and the others, for the first time, had not come back to their senses.

When he realized that it was Beichen asking questions, Feifu slowly spoke: "Monster Dealer Demon City, Black Sword Sect Master Guling is a must, Northern Xuanzong, Jade Body Realm Heguang Ancestor!"

Beichen gently let go of Zhidie's palm, approached the non-white Xuanbing coffin, and waved open the lid of the coffin.

Trembling his fingers, Beichen couldn't believe it, but the coldness from the tentacles pierced his heart.

The wordless pain, the unspeakable injury, Beichen's liver and intestines were broken, but he was never able to vent his grief, as if something was blocking his throat.

He wants to look up to the sky and howl, he wants to grab the ground and cry bitterly, he wants to slash the enemy, he wants to destroy the monster dealer demon city, he wants to pacify the Northern Xuanzong, but his emotions have never exploded, he has never collapsed, and the invisible pressure has pressed on his chest, making him breathless at the same time, but also making him unable to vent.

Outside the mountainside hall, the sound of breaking the sky sounded, and Fei Yu rushed over.

Seeing the dead atmosphere in the main hall, Fei Yu came to Beichen's side silently, one left and one right, supporting Zhidie and Beichen.

At this time, Fei Ling stepped forward, held Beichen's hand, and took it out of the Xuanbing coffin.

"The Xuanhuo of the two of them, you will light it, and the elders of the Flying Immortal Hall will come back and take them to Xuanhu. ”

Beichen nodded gloomily, and a wisp of Xuanhuo appeared on the tip of his fingers, dividing into two, one left and one right, and pointed on the Xuanbing coffin of Fei Bai and Fei Mu.

At this time, the mourning sound came from outside the fourth mountain, and the three great elders of the Flying Immortal Palace, dressed in plain clothes, chanted mourning, and came with sacrificial steps.

After the three Great Elders, there were deacons and disciples of the Flying Immortal Palace, each holding a white sail in his hand, as if he wanted to lead the soul home.

Xuanmen Ancient Rites, the dead are the greatest, even if Beichen and Feiling are here, but these elder disciples did not perform the great ceremony of the sect, but bowed down and invited out the Xuanbing coffin of Feibai and the others.

Non-Fu deacon, non-spirit walking, Beichen walked silently, Zhidie and Feiyi, one left and one right accompanied him, followed by the disciples and elders of the fourth mountain.

The spirit sending team was silent, the mourning was not transmitted, the mourning was not groaning, only the sacrificial steps of the three great elders stepped on the road of Nanxuanzong, and the tapping sound, as if one by one, fell on everyone's hearts.

On the road from the fourth mountain to Xuanhu Lake, many disciples of Southern Xuanzong stood quietly on both sides and saw them off.

Xuanhu Lake, the first destination of all the disciples and elders of the Southern Xuanzong, here, they will follow the Xuanhu Lake, wander the mountains and rivers of Xuanmen, and enter the Xuanshu Jade Cave.

On the Xuanhu Lake, clear water flows all year round, sending the deceased away.

A group of deacon disciples of the Flying Immortal Hall were already waiting here, standing quietly and solemnly.

On the surface of the lake, two bamboo rafts, with white flowers on them, and at one end of the bamboo raft, a bronze soul lamp, hanging under the zigzag rudder, revealing the green soul light.

The sacrificial steps came, and the fourth mountain and his party sent the coffin to come.

At the funeral scene, in addition to the sound of water and wind, there was only the sound of the three great elders stepping on the ground.

After the Xuanbing coffin was parked, the three great elders stepped on the ground, their voices seemed to destroy souls, and their voices seemed to cry, lingering in the hearts of everyone present.

"Uda ------"

"Uda ------"

"Uda ------"

The sacrificial step is terminated, the ritual begins, and the three great elders chant the ancient mantra of Xuanmen to lure the souls back to the sect.

The misty Xuan Qi began to flood out from the Xuan Lake, little by little, circling around the two Xuan Ice Coffins.

At this moment, Beichen's body trembled suddenly, and he stepped into the air, but suddenly stopped in mid-air.

Zhidie and Fei Yi, one left and one right, grabbed Beichen's palm at the same time.

Beichen silently retracted his steps, and never took that step.

At this time, Xuan Qi was circulating, and he had already dragged two Xuan Ice coffins and flew on the two bamboo rafts.

Feifu, holding two soul lamps in his hand, came to the shore of Xuanhu Lake, urged with all his might, turned into two soul lamps, and turned them into two green soul flames, which were pointed on the top of the bamboo raft and the two bronze soul lamps in turn.

The soul-sending lamp was lit, a wisp of mourning wind blew in, and the two bamboo rafts began to flow little by little, along with the water of Xuanhu Lake, into the distance.

"Ritual Ceremony!"

In the Flying Immortal Palace, the three great elders sang at the same time, and on the shore of Xuanhu Lake, all the disciples and elders who came to pay homage to each other.

At this time, in the hall of the soul lamp, a heavy bell came, and nine tones rang, revealing a different kind of silence.

After the ceremony, the elders and disciples of the Flying Immortal Hall left in turn.

The rest of the disciples of Nanxuanzong who came to attend the funeral also turned into light and went to the mountain gate where they belonged.

At the scene, only the people of the fourth mountain remained, sending two bamboo rafts from afar, farther and farther away, smaller and smaller.

The piano sounded, and I don't know when, Beichen had already sat down cross-legged, and the Yaojue guqin appeared, horizontally above his knees.

A finger is dialed out, the mourning sound is loud again, infinite remembrance, infinite sentimentality, all the song floating, comforting the deceased, the soul of Huangquan.

The water sleeves are lightly raised, and the butterfly, which has not danced for ten years, has a light lotus foot, turns into spiritual light, and comes to the top of Xuanhu Lake.

The dance of sacrifice, the peerless face, like a clear stream, is reflected in the hearts of everyone.

In the distance, Fei Xue, who came silently, looked at Zhidie, who was dancing quietly on the Xuanhu Lake, and finally knew why Beichen had such high attainments in terms of music and rhythm.

A soul-comforting sound, Beichen's fingertips fluctuate with the strings, and they are also the heartstrings.

Scene after scene, found in Beichen's eyes, endless sorrow, a song of remembrance, flowing from the bottom of his heart, flowing into the distance, as if to follow the bamboo raft that was about to disappear from sight, to the location of the netherworld.

"Senior sister, senior brother, Huangquan is far away, junior brother has a clear sound, accompany you on a trip to Huangquan!"

Qin danced, at the end of the line of sight, it was already the handover of heaven and sea, there was no longer a figure of concern, there was no more floating dust, everything returned to nothingness, and everything returned to memory.

Feifu wanted to come forward to comfort Beichen, but was stopped by Feiling.

After shaking his head, Fei Ling took Fei Fu and the others back to the fourth mountain.

Fei Yi and Zhidie have been accompanying Beichen, standing beside Xuanhu Lake, from sunset to sunrise, it is another day exchange.

"Zhidie, Fei Yi, you go back first. ”

In the past two days, Beichen took the initiative to speak out for the first time, making Zhidie and Fei Yi change their expressions.

Zhidie let go of the palm of Beichen's hand that she had been holding tightly, and retreated silently with Fei Zhen.

Beichen was alone next to the Xuanhu Lake, closed his eyes and inhaled, and then opened his eyes, and a sense of anger emerged.

"Come out!"

It was not snow, slowly coming out from behind, silent, only silent.

"Take me to the Monster Dealer City!"

Fei Xue said: "The battle of the monster dealer demon city, it's up to me!"