"Master......"

Xiao Boyuan looked at Zen Master Hui Jiao who was lying in his arms in his arms, smiling and passing away. Until now, he was still shocked by the truth about the demise of his family's dynasty. Unexpectedly, it was because he was afraid that his heart would be difficult to break?! It was just because he was the hope of the Buddha sect, and the six roots must be cut off?! Xiao Boyuan looked at his hands in disbelief, he couldn't accept this reason for a while, but his master had already broken the cause and effect for himself.

Who will tell him why, the teacher he has always respected and relied on, actually died in his arms like this? How could a one-step Jindan cultivator die in his arms so easily? Why, not give himself time? Why, so resolutely make such an end to this matter?!

"He isolates himself in front of you and me! Hehe, it's really a good method!"

Wang Mei stood in place and sneered, she pulled the sword in her hand and didn't take a step forward. She naturally understood that the reason why Hui Jiao did this was nothing more than that she was afraid that Xiao Boyuan would turn against the Buddha, so she wanted to use her life to give an explanation to the Xiao family, the Wang family, and the Xie family.

However, who does he think he is?! If he dies alone, he can write off the blood debts of thousands of scholars?!

The sneer on the corner of Wang Mei's mouth deepened: "Shi Junbai, you can't help but overestimate your own value!"

Xiao Boyuan and Wang Mei realized what was happening at the same time, but his reaction was diametrically opposed to Wang Mei's. He has studied under Hui Jiao since he was a child, from the time when he was just sensible, he followed Hui Jiao in and out of the Zen Temple, and half a year was raised under the teaching of Hui Jiao, and now this body is the inheritance of the master Buddhism.

It can be said that Hui Jiao is better than him, like a father and brother and better than a father and brother. Buddhism is like a relative to him, and it is better than a relative.

His affection for his family is far less than his affection for Hui Jiao. However, this could not offset the fact that he was a child of the Xiao family. But his master was the real culprit behind the destruction of his family, and such an embarrassing relationship put Xiao Boyuan in a dilemma for a while.

He wanted to avenge his family, but his master was so kind to him. The dilemma of giving birth to grace and nurturing grace originally made him miserable. However, Hui Jiao killed himself to cut off the friendship between him and the scholars. His master, now, is dead......

Xiao Boyuan raised his head and looked at Wang Mei, who was still standing in place, his hat was flying at some point, and his original appearance had been revealed, she had really grown up and become more and more beautiful.

It's just that the mockery and ridicule flashed in the phoenix eyes similar to himself, but it deeply stung Xiao Boyuan. His master, dead. Died in front of his eyes, under the sword of his beloved......

He put Hui Jiao on the ground almost reverently, kowtowed nine times, and then took off the rosary around Hui Jiao's neck and hung it solemnly on his chest. He lowered his eyebrows, so that Wang Mei could not see the look in his eyes, and only heard him murmur in a low voice:

"Ah Mei, Master is dead, you and I will see you again, we will be enemies. ”

Wang Mei's ear power is not what it used to be, at this moment when she deliberately raised her six desires, even if she whispered, she couldn't escape her current hearing, her heart ached, and the sneer on her mouth deepened:

"Xiao Boyuan, are you turning your back on our family for the death of a monk?"

"Ah Mei, the master is better than me, and the family is better. Xiao Boyuan still didn't look up, he just looked deeply at Hui Jiao, who had closed his eyes on the ground, and the pain in his voice just now seemed to have never existed.

His sentence was like a sledgehammer slammed into Wang Mei's chest, and then a cloud of unexplained anger burned directly into her heart, burning her mouth dry, burning her tears and hazy, she didn't know what to say at this time, she suddenly realized that what she thought in the past, and Xiao Boyuan's childhood sweetheart was so ridiculous!

She values her family, but he thinks that her teacher is more important, she thinks that revenge for her relatives is her duty, but he turns against herself for the sake of a monk, she aims to subvert Buddhism, but he seems to be promoting Buddhism as his future......

"It turns out that you and I are so different!"

Realizing this, the burning heat in Wang Mei's chest suddenly turned into a fishy sweetness and reached her throat, and she suddenly spat out this mouthful of blood, and the black ground in front of her became deeper and deeper because of this bloodstain.

"Ah Mei ......"

Wang Mei took a mouthful of blood, which seemed to pull Xiao Boyuan back from his previous emotions, he turned his head to look at Wang Mei, but found that her eyebrows and eyes had returned to coldness. It's just that the lower lip she bit so hard exposed the unrest in her heart.

Xiao Boyuan seemed to sigh, he closed his eyes, the Buddha light flashed in his hand, and the cyan Ke Ting flute appeared on his right hand, the low flute sound was like a sad elegy, and each note was teasing the memory in Wang Mei's mind.

The two had no guesses when they were young, the separation of life and death that they had to experience due to illness, the confrontation with each other when they were young, and the forgiveness after finally confessing everything...... At this moment, the fateful sentimentality of each other is about to become enemies.

At the end of the song, Wang Mei stood in place, his whole body was shrouded in a sadness, which was still getting worse and stronger, faintly, and there was a tendency to turn into anger. ，

"If you want to fight, let's fight. "Eventually,

Wang Mei finally let go of his biting lower lip, and Kun Wu slanted his finger in his hand, and his body was already floating in the air. Her heart moved, and the bell chime behind her sounded again, but this time, it played a sad tone that had never been played before, but as soon as this tone came out, Xiao Boyuan's eyes were astringent.

The Ke Tingdi in his hand flashed, and a long thin sword appeared, which was the first weapon given to him by Wang Mei's mother when he was a child. The moment the long sword danced, Wang Mei's singing and Xiao Boyuan's singing sounded at the same time:

Ge Sheng Mengchu, vines in the wild. Yumei died here, who is alone!

Ge Sheng is covered with thorns, and the vines are in the domain. Yu Mei died here, who is alone!

The corner pillow is sloppy, and the brocade is rotten. Yu Mei died here, who is with Dudan!

Summer days, winter nights. After 100 years old, return to its home!

Winter nights, summer days. After the age of 100, return to his chamber!(Note 1)

The cyan thin sword and the purple kunwu kept clashing in the air, making a sonorous sound, and Wang Mei used all his strength with each sword, as if he was mourning someone, and it seemed that he was mourning a certain relationship.

Since five years ago, she has not allowed herself to fall into memories and sadness for a long time, she only feels that her five organs have never felt colic, however, she can't stop, and she doesn't want to stop, because, once she stops, Ah Yuan and her will no longer have a friendship at all.

However, the song will eventually end, and the people will eventually disperse, and the song of "Ge Sheng" is not endless after all. When the last word fell, Wang Mei actually used all his strength to cut off the thin sword sent by his mother with a sword.

The broken sword fell to the ground without making any sound, as if someone who had gone away at the same time, without a trace.

"Ah Yuan, you're never going back, are you?"

Wang Mei landed on the ground with a sword to support her body, and asked softly, her eyes reflected the tall figure of Xiao Boyuan holding Hui Jiao in the distance. The infatuation, grievances, and trust of his youth accompanied Xiao Boyuan step by step, and finally fell into the dust......