In the boundless snow, two small black dots moved slowly.

"Stinky old man...... Master ......" Wei Chonghua hurriedly wiped the blood spit out of Old Man Jia, and tears washed down his face, washing away his dark little face.

"Cry what cry! You didn't cry when you were dying, what are you crying at this time! Jia Lao Dao's pace did not stop, a pair of old eyes were still shining, and he looked around, as if he was looking for something, "Over the years, I have been strict with you, I have not given you spirit stones, I have not given you pills, and I have asked you to steal the things of high-level monks, often making you die for a lifetime, can you complain about being a teacher?" ”

"No!" Wei Chonghua shook his head vigorously, although the stinky old man always loved to scold him, he never hated him, he respected him and loved him.

"That's fine, that's fine...... I'm afraid I'm gone, you can't live, don't blame me for being ruthless...... Ahem. Old man Jia's wrinkled old face pulled out a smile, and the next moment he coughed up blood.

"Master!" Wei Chonghua cried even harder, "You don't want to die, I don't want to be alone!" ”

"Bullshit, old man, I've lived for almost four thousand years, I've lived enough, I should die when the deadline is approaching, what's the difference between dying a few years earlier. Sooner or later, you're going to have to be alone. ”

"I ...... I know...... But ......"

"No, I want you to promise me one more thing...... It is considered the last request of the teacher...... "Old man Jia took a mouthful of blood, and he forcibly swallowed it again, "You must live to the Yuan Infant Stage, and then take the Space Fruit." ”

"Master, I don't want that space fruit, I want you to stay with me for a few more years."

"Smack!" Wei Chonghua was slapped heavily in the face, and Old Man Jia looked solemn at this time. "You are the most qualified apprentice I have ever received, and you are also the most able to survive, you are the hope of my Shadow Temple!"

"But the Temple of Shadows is not a good thing." Wei Chonghua said, "I don't like it!" ”

"I don't like it either!" Old man Jia said loudly, Wei Chonghua stopped crying for a while, impossible, how could old man Jia not like it, every day old man Jia talked about the Shadow Hall with a smile.

"In the past, the Shadow Hall was not called the Shadow Hall, but the Shadow Hall, which was the home of the spatial attribute monks. I grew up in that home. The total number of space monks in the five continents is less than 3,000, and it is not easy to have a common home. Only later...... For some reason, it became the Temple of Shadows. Old man Jia grabbed Wei Chonghua's shoulder, "You don't have to cry anymore, you have to build another home for the monks of the spatial attribute." Don't let them disappear again. Don't let them become vassals of the sect again. ”

After speaking, the old man turned around and continued to investigate. Wei Chonghua came back to his senses and followed, "Master, I can't do it alone." ”

"With the space fruit, you can do it."

"I can't do it alone. I can't do it with the Space Fruit, so why should I build a home for other monks? Wei Chonghua cried and shouted.

Old man Jia turned around, looked at the little apprentice who was crying, and sighed for a long time, "If you can cultivate to the Hidden Immortal, you don't have to remember the Shadow Hall anymore, cough cough." ”

Old man Jia coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood, pushed away Wei Chonghua, who was about to come forward to wipe him, and Old Man Jia's eyes stared at one place: "Finally found it." ”

When Ah Umbrella found Old Man Jia, he only saw him sitting in a snowdrift with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and he was out of breath, but Wei Chonghua was gone. After discovering that the silver root in his hand suddenly cooled instantly, Ah Umbrella felt that something was wrong, and it turned out to be a step too late.

Ah Umbrella flicked his sleeves and pulled the old man's body away, and looked at the teleportation array exposed next to the snowdrift with red eyes, such a teleportation array she remembered that she came to Wujun from such a teleportation array.

Ah Umbrella's fingers moved slightly, and the palm of his hand was instantly filled with amethyst.

"Umbrella girl! Cannot! ”

Ah Umbrella had red eyes, ignored Jiufang, and put the amethyst into the teleportation array one by one.

"This is a one-way teleportation array, and if you go, you may not be able to come back."

"You still have a master in Dongzhou, and Rongyang...... Don't you want any of this? ”

"Whether he is dead or not, you will have a chance to know if you stay in Dongzhou!"

"What you have in the future is time! Why rush this time! ”

"You're so brainless, he really saved you for nothing!"

Large tears rolled down from his eyes, and Ah Umbrella let go of the amethyst in his hand, covered his eyes and squatted down.

I heard that you have to know that you don't care about a person, and you only know it best when you leave. Maybe when you're around, you're busy doing your own thing, you're busy hiding your emotions...... thought that he was ranked behind many things, but in fact, unconsciously, he had already taken it to heart.

Even if it is destiny to meet, she feels that she is very lucky to be destined to meet her. Of all the luck she had, the best thing was: meeting him.

Ah Umbrella burst into tears, and through her wet fingers, she saw Changyu raising her eyebrows again, and said to her, "Changsheng has lost his temper again, when will you come back?" ”

Calmly covering the teleportation array under the ground again, when Ah Umbrella left, he saw the old man who was lying crooked in the snow, and his body was already covered with a layer of snow.

Ah Umbrella approached, the fan in her hand was raised and lowered, she didn't understand why Old Man Jia was injured and why he died. But she could also guess that it must be for Wei Chonghua, thinking of this, she couldn't hate it anyway, and Changyu was also for her......

Ah Umbrella's eyes turned red again, and a wooden vine flew out of his hand to roll up the corpse of the old man Jia, and he left here in a few steps.

On a snowy mountain, a small bag is piled up.

The deceased is the greatest, and Ah Umbrella gave the old man Jia to the earth for peace.

Ah Umbrella returned to Tianwu Mountain.

Bending down to pick up a ginkgo biloba leaf that had fallen on the ground, Ah Umbrella asked, "Will the Hall of Chance still appear?" ”

As soon as he mentioned the Hall of Chance, Jiufang's little face twisted, why did he have no memory of Chance at all, obviously that person knew him, "Maybe...... He said that after this time, he would have to change places. ”

Ah Umbrella raised his eyebrows and said, "No matter where I go, even if it is the fairy realm and the demon realm, I will enter the Hall of Chance again!" ”

Rong and Uncle Xiao are back!

The news spread quickly in Chaoyang Peak, and there was still half a year before the heroes competed for hegemony, and the little uncle finally returned.

Soon, the disciples of Rongyang noticed that their little uncle had changed, although they were still as emotionless and not talkative as before, they were no longer watching them play around like before, and the disciples did not dare to pester too much to eat. Uncle Xiao became very busy, and even during the day, he was cultivating. I heard some disciples say that on the day Uncle Xiao came back, he had large and small wounds on his body, as if he had just fought with someone, and the whole person was full of murder.

Is Uncle Xiao being bullied?

Just when the disciples were blindly guessing, a news came that Uncle Xiao decided to choose the disciples who would go to the group of heroes to compete for hegemony tomorrow, and at the same time, a white scroll was sent to each disciple, with only one line of words written on it: Why cultivate immortals?

Although it was just a simple question, it made the disciples scratch their heads and ears, and they didn't dare to write easily, for the first time, after nightfall, Chaoyang Peak was still brightly lit. (To be continued......)