The sky was already bright, and the Dragon Immortal Sect was shrouded in a hazy morning mist, faintly looking like a mirage.

The sporadic lights flickered in the wind, along the foot of the Tianshan Mountains to Jusendai, and the white lanterns scattered along the way cried silently in the wind. One after another, many disciples of the Dragon Immortal Sect descended the mountain, and many other cultivators came one after another. The dark night of a hundred miles has already spread the news of Granny Wu Chu of Dilu, and now these people are here to send Granny Wu Chu of Didi to the last ride.

"That's big news...... Charles, bastard, damn it! ”

In the mourning hall of the Holy Moon Temple, there are wreaths made of chrysanthemums and silk flowers, and there are more than a dozen female disciples standing in front of the wreath on the left, all holding chrysanthemums in their hands, very respectful and sad heads. In front of the wreath on the right, there are more than a dozen male disciples, also holding chrysanthemums in their hands, and their chins are sad. And the candle flame of a pair of snow-white large candles on the mourning hall couldn't stop swaying with the airflow, flickering on the body of Wu Chu's mother-in-law in the middle of the mourning hall, which was even more weird.

I saw that the moon-white brocade was embroidered with the pattern of the bright moon, and it was gently covered on the body of Wu Chu's mother-in-law, revealing only the face of Wu Chu's mother-in-law. At this time, Wu Chu's mother-in-law had already closed her eyes, but she could still see the signs of her poisoning before she died, and it was even more strange and gloomy among the shadowy candles.

A sloppy monk called "Infernal Taoist", poured three sticks of incense to Wu Chu's mother-in-law, bowed three more times, and then suddenly turned sideways and held the hand of the hundred miles of dark night, chatting about sadness.

Baili Dark Night was dressed in a Ling Feng costume, and his face was also clearly marked with tears, holding back the hands of the Infernal Daoists, choking and sobbing.

And the "ethereal real person" who came with the Infernal Daoist suddenly asked: "The Dragon Immortal sent such a big thing, why don't you see the head and the head lady?" ”

Baili snorted in the dark night and replied: "After killing his uncle, Xia Er sent a war letter to the Nangong family, and now the head of the family has gone to Zhou Gongya to help the Nangong family." And the lady in charge of the Longxian faction, is now in the Buddhist hall where the uncle goes most often, along with the hanging view and the masters in the Puzhi Temple, chanting scriptures for the uncle. ”

Only then did the ethereal real person nod, gritted his teeth and said: "Now that even my mother-in-law has been killed, who in the world is still Charles's opponent?" ”

After everyone put on the incense, there was a heated discussion, and the dark night of Baili was always just a light smile, occasionally echoing a sentence or two, but in my heart I was always worried about the night when I went to Zhougong Cliff to subdue the demons for eighteen laps. He was always worried that Ling Ye would be injured, but he hoped that Ouyang Qing would recognize that person as Ling Ye. After some struggles and contradictions, a hundred miles of dark night ushered in and sent, and I don't know how many people Lu Dao is.

And flying in the air in the middle of the night, Ouyang Qing behind him walked with a sword, chasing after him.

Ling Ye didn't dare to fly back to Tianshan directly, so he had to take Ouyang Qing around in a circle, but it was not a long-term solution.

"Charles, you can't escape, so let's be captured!"

Ouyang Qing's sword pointed together, and the Xuantie heavy sword immediately rushed through Lang, and saw that two golden lights suddenly outflanked Ling Ye from the left and right, and Ling Ye was forced to dodge and land, hiding in a white snow forest. However, Ling Ye was wearing a red shirt again, which was particularly conspicuous in the Liuli world.

Ouyang Qing immediately slowed down and landed on the ground, chasing Ling Ye into the forest.

Ling Ye raised his eyes and saw that this forest happened to be the back mountain of the Tianshan Mountains, and Ling Ye had been punished by Ouyang Qing to carry water here. And in the blink of an eye, it is still Ling Ye, it is still Ouyang Qing, but there is no sincerity of walking side by side in the past, but it is a vendetta between you and me, which is really a thing and a person.

The night did not stop, jumping in the woods.

Ouyang Qing was reluctant to live in poverty, but he saw that the "Charles" in front of him were very familiar with this place, and he couldn't help but wonder in his heart.

Ling Ye took advantage of this opportunity to suddenly dodge and hide behind a big tree that would take five people to surround him.

Ouyang Qing lost his target in front of him, so he slowed down and paused.

"Charr, you have entered the Tianshan Mountains, and there is nowhere to escape!" Ouyang Qing shouted, "I advise you to surrender obediently, otherwise, even if I chase you to the ends of the earth, I won't let you live a peaceful life!" ”

As soon as the words landed, Ouyang Qing began to test the surroundings with his spiritual power.

Ling Ye was hiding behind the big tree behind Ouyang Qing, and when he saw Ouyang Qing wanting to test himself with spiritual power, he suddenly flew out, and a gorgeous red shadow floated behind Ouyang Qing. Ouyang Qing only felt a chill in his back, and hurriedly turned around, facing Ling Ye's five fingers as sharp as long needles and coming straight towards his eyes.

Ouyang Qing's eyes flashed, and he waved his hand to block it, but it was too late.

Ling Ye approached Ouyang Qing's eyes, and at the last moment, Ling Ye suddenly looked at Ouyang Qing in front of him, and his heart ached, and he turned around and withdrew his hand. At this time, Ouyang Qing shot at the same time, and the tip of the Xuantie heavy sword went straight through Ling Ye's left shoulder.

Ling Ye was stunned, and Ouyang Qing was stunned.

The snowflakes fell quietly, and the blood of Ling Ye flowed through Ouyang Qing's Xuantie heavy sword, slowly dripping on the snow. The snow is dyed in a shocking shade of red. It's like, the heart of the earth is broken, it hurts, it is cold.

The surrounding air flow seemed to stop again, and the air became so heavy that Ling Ye seemed to forget to breathe.

Ouyang Qing stiffened his grip on the hilt of his sword, his eyes staring straight at the bloody eyes behind Ling Ye's mask, at this moment, his heart actually hurt.

It was an indescribable but very strange feeling, and it was still so familiar.

Just like that night that year, on the roof of the Dragon Immortal Sect, Ouyang Qing chased and killed the woman in white who murdered his junior brother, and stabbed out with a sword, and when the woman in white turned around, it turned out to be Ling Ye, but at that time, it was already a sword piercing the heart, and Ling Ye fell to the roof. And at this moment, Ouyang Qing actually had the same feeling as that night, he was afraid that behind Xia Er's mask, it would really be Ling Ye's face.

Neither of them moved again, nor did they even speak.

The snowflakes were fluttering, and only the sound of the night's blood dripping on the snow could be heard.

Ling Ye's hands suddenly clenched into fists, and when he stepped a little, his whole body quickly slid backwards, and he forcibly pulled out of his body. Before Ouyang Qing could react, Ling Ye once again phantom red light, disappearing in front of Ouyang Qing's eyes like lightning.

Ouyang Qing looked at the blood on his Xuantie heavy sword in a daze, his eyes flashed, and then he realized that "Charles" had fled. Ouyang Qing stepped forward and took a few steps, but where could he catch up with Ling Ye's pace. Ouyang Qing had no choice but to be indignant, and heavily inserted the Xuantie heavy sword into the snowdrift, blaming himself for being distracted, and wasting all the good opportunities he had in his hands!

"Stupid!" Ouyang Qing scolded.

Suddenly, a burst of mournful music sounded, and Ouyang Qing's heart suddenly turned cold, and then he realized that the Holy Moon Hall was not far away.

And Midnight, at this moment, should still be in the mourning hall of the Holy Moon Temple.

Ouyang Qing suddenly thought of Nangong Chuhan's words again, so he took the sword and went straight to the Holy Moon Palace.

As soon as the disciples saw Ouyang Qing coming back, they quickly greeted him, crying constantly.

"Boss...... We are all waiting for you! ”

"The ...... of the Boss"

Ouyang Qing didn't say a word, his face turned pale, and he walked straight to the mourning hall of the Holy Moon Palace.

At this time, the red light fell on the roof of the side hall of the Holy Moon Palace, Ling Ye covered his shoulders with one hand, knelt on the roof with weak legs, and saw that Ouyang Qing had already arrived at the Holy Moon Hall one step ahead of him, and was walking towards the main hall. If Ling Ye does not appear at this time, then his identity will be revealed, and the East Window incident will occur.

But......

Ling Ye gritted his teeth and looked at his bloody hands, as well as his own wounds that couldn't stop the bleeding, how could this appearance appear in front of Ouyang Qing and everyone without arousing Ouyang Qing's suspicions? Ling Ye frowned, watching Ouyang Qing step by step into the spiritual hall of the Holy Moon Palace......