The sky was vast, the smoke was swirling, and when I looked up, it was dark, and only a faint light was revealed in the layers of clouds.

The cold wind was bleak, and the cold wind swept across a messy land, full of devastation, as if there was a desolation that had nowhere to tell, cold and bleak, lingering in people's hearts.

Xiao Jiange, who was dressed in mink velvet, looked at the unstable illusory spirit figure in front of him with trembling eyes.

The mood is finally chaotic, like the bluestone into the autumn pond with ripples layer after layer.

"Fengqing" Xiao Jiange trembled, with tears in his eyes, and it was difficult to hide his inner excitement.

"Kaedeha, my wife. ”

The scene of Tang Fengqing's tragic death in the past suddenly appeared in Xiao Jiange's mind, Xiao Jiange's eyes were flooded, and he couldn't help but slowly step forward at the moment, and walked towards the illusory and ethereal ghost, and stretched out his hand, as if to touch it.

"Sword Song. Murong Xue was concerned about Xiao Jiange's safety, and at the moment, her attention was from the battlefield and came to Xiao Jiange.

Tang Fengqing's illusory maple red figure swayed in the wind, more than a divine soul.

A glimmer of light bloomed in Xiao Jiange's eyes, Xuan Mo was dyed, so Tang Fengqing's spirit still existed, so Tang Fengqing didn't have such a glimmer of resurrection.

As soon as he thought of this, Xiao Jiange's mind was unsettled, and this thought kept rising, occupying Xiao Jiange's mind.

According to what the predecessors of the Venerable Tianqing once said, as long as the divine soul still exists, then there is the method of resurrection between heaven and earth.

At the beginning, Dao Wuxin died tragically at the hands of Baili Ling before the realm of Qingxinmen, and the Tianqing Venerable gathered his soul in the Broken Mind Sword and brought it back to Qingxinmen, using the fragrant white lotus as the foundation to recast his body and resurrect his soul.

Once unable to survive under the owner of the Treasure Building, it must have been for the resurrection of his beloved wife.

Xiao Jiange's eyes are no longer calm, they are extremely complicated, with feelings and a little heartache.

Dressed in mink velvet, he looked at the illusory spirit in front of him like duckweed, and his heart ached.

At this moment, he deeply realized the feeling of being unable to Gu Daokou Xuanxuzi who wanted to resurrect his wife.

Xiao Jiange came slowly, reaching out to touch the illusory divine soul.

The call of "Sword Song" is the most touching language in the world.

I saw Tang Fengqing calmly looking at the mink figure in front of him, his eyes were as quiet as a pool of water.

Murong Xue couldn't help but feel a pang in her heart when she saw such a scene, and secretly exclaimed that it was not good.

Being in the game, Xiao Jiange, who was in a state of turmoil, did not feel the change in Tang Fengqing's soul at all.

However, Murong Xue, who was a bystander, clearly felt the abnormality of that divine soul.

The eyes are cold and merciless, and there is a murderous intent brewing in its depths!

"Killing machine" Murong Xue's heart flickered, and her heart froze at the moment.

Although the divine soul in front of him is Tang Fengqing's divine soul, it is also the divine soul dyed by the ink of the Holy Realm Xuan!

"Fengqing" Xiao Jiange only felt a sour nose when he heard the call, and he couldn't suppress the thoughts in his heart anymore, and swept through his heart like a tide.

"Ha, it's time to send you on your way. Tang Fengqing's face changed suddenly, and he grabbed Xiao Jiange's defenseless flaw at the moment, and actually used the sword to refer to it, and a little cold light came out.

"Sizzle" a sword light shone on the world within a radius of hundreds of miles.

This sword holding the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth hostage is the last sword that Xuan Mo Ran can make at this moment.

Under normal circumstances, I am afraid that this sword will be difficult to hurt Xiao Jiange, and at the moment, for Xiao Jiange, who is full of flaws, it is tantamount to a sword that will die.

Xiao Jiange's face was pale, and his eyes slowly sank as he looked at the sword light that shone in the world, and all thoughts were lost.

The moment the sword light burst out, Xiao Jiange knew that he had been calculated.

At this moment, this sword is already unavoidable, and he will definitely die.

As soon as he dies, this holy demon battle will also come to an end.

Even if Xuan Mo Ran only has a divine soul left at this moment, it is still a holy realm cultivation, and it is easy to sweep the current Central Plains righteous path masters and unify the martial arts.

A sword fell, a blood mist bloomed, and in an instant, Xiao Jiange and Xuan Mo Ran changed color together.

In the hazy light of the sword, there was the white dress dyed red, and drops of blood were sprinkled in the air, like a desolate and delicate rose in full bloom.

"Murong!" shouted loudly, resounding through the heavens and the earth.

Murong Xue, who was dressed in white like an epiphany, was dying at the moment, and the blood-stained white clothes fell into Xiao Jiange's arms like a bloody man.

This fatal sword, Murong Xue actually blocked it for Xiao Jiange!

With a sword of the saint, the terrifying sword qi at the moment destroyed all the vitality in Murong Xue's body like a dragon, and his life was already on the line.

"Why!" Xiao Jiange said hoarsely and incredulously, looking at the beautiful woman in his arms who was about to disappear.

"In your heart, I don't want to lose to anyone, so I also want to block a sword for you!" Murong Xue's face turned pale, and she reached out to stroke Xiao Jiange's cold cheek and said slowly, angry.

Xiao Jiange's eyes trembled, and he was choked silently.

"Why bother, why bother," Xiao Jiange muttered in a low voice.

"The biggest regret in this life is not meeting you at the right time. ”

"Jian Ge, I'm so scared, I'm not afraid of death, I'm afraid of loneliness, I'm afraid of death, it's endless loneliness. The light in Murong Xue's eyes gradually dimmed, and she grabbed Xiao Jiange's hand and said in a trembling voice.

"I'm not lonely, I'll accompany you, I'm willing to be with you all the time. Xiao Jiange said repeatedly.

"Really?" Murong Xue asked weakly as she grabbed Xiao Jiange's hand.

"Really, I promise you that I will always be with you and no longer be alone. Xiao Jiange clenched Murong Xue's hand and said softly, his voice was hoarse, and two lines of tears had fallen on his face for some time.

"It's snowing. Murong Yu looked at the vast sky, and in his blurry and hazy vision, he saw that there seemed to be a little snow falling in the sky, more and more, as if he was a passerby in his life.

"I really want to see the snow scene of Lone Snow Peak again. Murong Xue muttered.

"Look, I'll accompany you to see" Xiao Jiange couldn't hold back any longer, tears spilled down, and hugged the blood-stained white-clothed beauty in his arms.

The snow is boundless, the snow falls silently, and the beautiful woman in white finally dissipates the world and turns into a little starlight.

"Ahh

"Sizzle!" Xiao Jian's Nirvana Sword in the singer suddenly let out a sword roar, and he came with the sword in an instant.

"Come, kill me!" Xuan Moran's voice sounded coldly.

The sword that burst through the air came to an abrupt halt, hovering in front of the soul's eyebrows.

Xiao Jiange's hands holding the sword trembled slightly.

The soul in front of him is not only Xuan Mo Dye, but also Tang Fengqing.

"Hahahaha, what are you hesitating about? A mere divine soul is just a sword for you, why don't you want to leave it behind?" Tang Fengqing's appearance in front of him laughed, and coldly looked at the white and blue mink man holding the sword in front of him.

Xiao Jiange's eyes were complicated, but this extremely simple sword was difficult to fall.

With just one sword, the soul in front of him can be shattered, and Xuan Mo Dye will be completely killed.

But it also means that Tang Fengqing will also die completely under this sword.

It also means that Xiao Jiange himself killed Tang Fengqing with his own hands and killed the most beloved person in his life.

Helpless and heavy.

"Since I can't do it, I have a way to do both. "Tang Fengqing" squinted his eyes and said slowly.

"Let's hear it," Xiao Jiange's eyes also narrowed slightly.

"If you let me go, the Demon Sect can still be eradicated, in exchange, a hundred years, after a hundred years, you only need to find another Divine Soul of the Extreme Yin Body for me in exchange, and I will return this Divine Soul to you. ”

"So, how?" Tang Fengqing said, staring at Xiao Jiange and asked slowly.

Xiao Jiange's eyes couldn't help but freeze when he heard this.

Xuan Mo dyed so deep in his scheming, he actually wanted to exchange the entire Demon Sect for his own life.

A hundred years is enough for Xuan Mo Ran to settle in the Central Plains again, and to start the Demon Sect again, so that it is equivalent to opening another hundred years of Demon Chess Game.

However, Xuan Mo Ran, as the leader of the Demon Sect, will definitely be true to his word all his life, and he will definitely return Tang Fengqing's soul after a hundred years.

At that moment, Xiao Jiange suddenly fell into a dilemma, and struggled in his heart.

How to choose? On the one hand, you are your lover, and on the other hand, you are the people in the world.

If you agree, it is tantamount to opening another game of chess with Xuan Moran, which is equivalent to making all the efforts of Mu Qingyi and other predecessors in vain.

Morality and selfishness are like two chains that bind Xiao Jiange's heart to each other, and only by cutting off one side can he get out of trouble.

On the Miaoyin Valley, the snow is vast, and the white snow hides everything.

"Hahahaha" Xiao Jiange couldn't help but raise his head and laughed, his white hair fluttering, his expression was crazy, and he took a few steps backwards.

Xiao Jiange's eyes flickered, his eyes flashed with helplessness, he smiled sadly, and put down the Nirvana Sword in his hand.

He thought he had made a choice, not everyone was a saint, even if it was himself, Xiao Jiange admitted his selfishness.

"I don't allow you to do this!" At this moment, Tang Fengqing's face suddenly showed a look of struggle, and he shouted angrily at Xiao Jiange.

"Feng, Fengqing?" Xiao Jiange exclaimed in surprise.

The spirit's face was gloomy and uncertain, and his face changed.

"Sword Song, quick, kill me! I won't be awake for long, it's so painful. Tang Fengqing's spirit came to Xiao Jiange and asked Xiao Jiange to hold the Nirvana Sword.

The two looked at each other, looking at each other for ten thousand years.

Xiao Jiange burst into tears, and looked at the spirit in front of him with moving.

With this look, he understood everything.

"Can't let him succeed, it's time to end, if you really love me" Tang Fengqing smiled sadly

"It's time for me to be free, too. A whisper shook the heavens and the earth.

Xiao Jiange choked, and the hand holding the sword trembled.

"Yes, it's time to end, it's all over. Xiao Jiange said tremblingly, his eyes slowly closed, tears fell, and he suddenly stabbed out with a sword.

The heavens and the earth were silent, and the shadows of the maple red soul slowly dissipated.

Xuan Mo Ran was completely dead!

"Fengqing" Xiao Jiange's eyes were vicissitudes, looking at the empty world in front of him, only the vast snow fell.

Only the silent snow fell one after another, as if telling the silent vicissitudes of life.

"It's over, what else do I have left?" Xiao Jiange murmured silently.

Under the vast snow, the mink fleece isolated the world and looked up at the sky.

Looking back, it is just a vicissitudes of life.

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The Demon Sect Leader is dead, and the next battle of the Holy Demon can only end.

Xiao Jiange came out of the sword battlefield and wiped out one demon sect demon after another.

He walked slowly and met Lin Tianhe, who was wearing a blue robe.

"You" Xiao Jiange was about to speak, but was interrupted by Lin Tianhe shaking his head.

"No, I'll take the rest of the road myself. Lin Tianhe said with a smile.

The blue-robed figure walked desolate in the vast snow, and Lin Tianhe slowly came to a place.

The heavy snow is buried here, and there is a white stone tombstone standing in the middle of the white, which looks desolate and desolate.

Lin Tianhe looked at the tombstone in front of him, his eyes were desolate and desolate.

He smiled and said, "Senior sister, I'm here to accompany you." ”

Lin Tianhe's vision gradually blurred, but there was a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Because he seemed to see the white-clothed figure.

The wind and snow are vast, and the falling snow buries the blue-robed figure in front of the tombstone.

The cold wind was bleak, and I saw that on the tombstone, there were five powerful words, the tomb of Lu Xingyun.

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Broken Bamboo Peak

A piece of green and desolate broken bamboo stands, and as far as the eye can see, the magnificent broken bamboo peak at this moment is a mess.

There are clearly traces of a fight.

There is a figure in a white dress and a figure in black looking at each other in the distance.

The person in the white dress is Murong Xue and her aunt Murong Yu, and the person in black is the undefeated Dugu City with three swords.

The bamboo forest is secluded, the two of them stand far away, and the snow is vast.

Murong Yu was seriously injured, and Dugu City, who was facing the Nine Heavens Cultivation, was obviously not his opponent.

"Qi Haoran is dead, can't you let him go?" Dugucheng said with his sword in his hand, with affection in his eyes.

Back then, he and Qi Haoran were equally famous, they were close friends, the two had different personalities, Qi Haoran was upright and had the world in mind, Dugucheng was indifferent to the world, and he used his sword at will.

And the reason why the two of them went to extremes was because of the beautiful woman in front of them.

Love can have everything or destroy everything.

The two turned against each other, Dugucheng left ruthlessly, joined the Demon Sect, and became enemies of Qi Haoran all his life.

"I said in the early years that the only person I love is Qi Haoran. Murong Yu sneered.

"Why! Could it be that I am really inferior to Qi Haoran? He has no intention of letting you retreat in the Sword Sect for a hundred years without even hurting you, and I am infatuated with you, and now that Qi Haoran is dead, is he still unwilling to join me?" Dugu Cheng's face became distorted.

It's jealousy and hatred, he doesn't understand, he has waited for a hundred years for him, he has paid everything for it, and he still can't compare to Qi Haoran, who is ruthless and abandons him on the grounds of cultivation?

"You don't understand that sometimes, falling in love with someone is a lifelong thing. Murong Yu said slowly.

"Hahaha" Dugucheng laughed, showing a look of madness, but there were tears in his eyes.

"Do you know why I stayed in the Nine Heavens for a hundred years?"

"The reason why I didn't step into that last holy realm was because of you. ”

Dugucheng, who was dressed in black, slowly turned cold in his eyes.

"The battle of the Holy Demon is coming to an end, you and I are the opposite position after all, and now you still don't follow me, then I can only destroy you. Dugucheng's eyes were full of murder.

The extreme of love, if you can't get it, then you will destroy it!

At present, Dugu City is like this, the Dao heart is demonic, the sword qi is rippling all around, and there is a vague saint atmosphere.

Dugu Cheng came with a sword, his body exuded a terrifying aura, and his eyes had turned red.

Kill the person in front of you, Dugucheng will break the last heart and enter the sainthood in one step.

Murong Yu slowly closed his eyes, and was not afraid of death, but smiled calmly, "There is still a heroic spirit in the world, and there is a green bamboo in the heart!"

I fell in love with someone because of a poem.

She still remembers that on that day, he was dressed in white like snow, lamenting the vicissitudes of the world, and swords against the injustice of the sky and the earth.

What really moved him was that Qi Haoran slashed his sword at a demon who bullied a woman.

After the woman was saved, she already had the will to die and was bent on death, Qi Haoran didn't say anything, just put on a white robe for her ragged clothes, took her to walk among the green mountains, the sun and the bamboos, and smiled at her

"The world is so beautiful, why give up this world for a bad thing. ”

"The women of the world should be like the verdant jade bamboo, elegant and unclean, and strong, and should not be so depressed. ”

"The heart is dead, what is the point of being alive?"

"Everyone has that sad heart in their life, but no matter what, there will always be a day in the past, just like the cold bamboo, not afraid of the cold, standing upright, straight into the sky. ”

"Can I still get the so-called true love of the world?"

"Yes, there will come a time when you will meet someone who hits your soul directly, who is like you, who does not care about your past, and who is dedicated to your stay. ”

"Really?"

"Yes, look at this day, when there are clouds, it is cloudy, when there are no clouds, it is clear sky, and the same is true of life, so let us clear the clouds and see the sun. ”

"Everything will suddenly open up. ”

In the end, the woman untied the knot and thanked Qi Haoran.

And Murong Yu, who was traveling all the way, was also tempted by such Qi Haoran at that time.

Murong Yu fled all the way to Broken Bamboo Peak so that he could die in the place that Qi Haoran loved all his life.

The place of love, there is the person who loves it, according to Qi Haoran, it should be extremely beautiful.

When Murong Yu calmly closed his eyes and was about to die, there was a flat boat on the Bishui River not far away, slowly swinging the water, and there were ripples on the turquoise river.

And on the flat boat, there is a figure wearing a beige hat and wearing a blue robe, and there is a white veil hanging down around the hat, and a green and blue cold sword on his back, just like a cultivator swordsman, stepping on a boat to cross the river.

The blue water is a lonely boat, and in just a moment, the figure of that person has disappeared on the lonely boat.

Reappeared, that figure had already appeared ten feet away from Murong Yu and Dugu Cheng.

The person who came was Dao Wuxin, and the qi on his body was already extremely strong, and after cultivating the Taoist canon given by Mu Qingyi, Dao Wuxin had already stepped into the realm of the Nine Heavens.

"Are you going to intervene?" Dugu Cheng sensed Dao Wuxin's breath and couldn't help but say.

The aura on his body is also vigorous, vaguely sagely.

This had to make Dugucheng feel jealous.

"Like you, there is only a glimmer of opportunity. Dao Wuxin smiled, the white veil fluttered, his face loomed, and he could see the look on his face clearly.

"Hah, then let's see who takes this step first. Dugucheng's eyes were red, and he was not afraid, and his eyes showed a crazy color.

Looking at his life, he is proud and lonely, crazy about love, and even more crazy about swords.

Dao Wuxin shook his head and said indifferently: "If you come out of the sword, you will lose." ”

As soon as the words fell, Dugu City had already drawn out his sword, and the sword aura was like a mang, blooming between heaven and earth, like a line towards Murong Yu.

"Alas" Dao Wuxin sighed lightly, and the sword behind his back also suddenly came out of its sheath, and the same sword came out.

"Boom" The two swords collided with the heavens and the earth and trembled, and a surging holy power rose to the sky.

Put the sword into the sheath, the blue-clothed figure has already stepped on the dust, the lonely boat is drifting with the waves, and the figure of Dao Wuxin on the boat has already appeared on it.

"Why?" Dugu Cheng stood with his sword in his eyes.

One step away, the sword of the two of them finally entered the holy realm first, and Dugu City was undefeated.

"Aren't you afraid that your end will be even more miserable?"

Dugu Cheng couldn't help but laugh out loud when he remembered what Sect Leader Xuan Mo Ran said some time ago.

Murong Yu couldn't help but open his eyes and look at him in surprise when he heard this.

I saw a sound of crazy laughter, and Dugucheng, who was dressed in black, suddenly exploded and died, blood sprinkled like rain, stained red with broken bamboo, and there were no bones.

Blood fell like raindrops in the sky, and only the bright Dugu sword stood on the ground, making a sword roar, as if telling a sense of desolation.

After all, there is no legend in the world that the three swords are undefeated.

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On the Bishui River, a flat boat walked slowly, and the blue-clothed figure looked at the river silently, remembering what Mu Qingyi said.

"If you want to see through the ruthless pass, you can go to Broken Bamboo Peak. ”

I saw the true side of Dugu City, and I had an unintentional epiphany, and I saw through the supreme sword.

Ruthless and affectionate!

That's why there is the sword of the two people before, Dugu Cheng can take the opportunity to step into the real ruthless sword path without intention, and the sword will be difficult to enter the sainthood without intention, which will be a great regret for him.

Fortunately, the ruthlessness of Dugu City has fulfilled the unintentional affection.

The river is long, the lonely boat is swinging, Dao Wuxin sighed with emotion, thinking of Baili Ling and Qing Xuanzi in the Valley of Ten Thousand Swords, and couldn't help but sigh faintly.

"That sword is the most regrettable. ”

If he hadn't handed out that sword at the beginning, he would have become holy with enlightenment at that time, but unfortunately he handed out a sword that shouldn't have been handed out after all.

not only left a regret for himself, but also left a great regret between heaven and earth.

Dao Wuxin only understood at this moment what the ancients said that they would rather destroy three temples than tear down a marriage.

"How ruthless the world is, I will make this world more affectionate. Dao Wuxin's eyes were stunned, and he had already seen the road to the future.

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In the stone room of Miaoyin Valley, Mu Qingyi and Liu Yanran sat opposite each other, and on the stone table, the candlelight flickered, reflecting a haze.

"The winner is clear. Mu Qingyi sighed faintly, but his mood was extremely heavy, and his inner complexity was indescribable.

The two have continued the chess game of righteousness and magic for a hundred years, and so far the winner is finally clear, and everything is over.

"Hah, I still lost in the end. Liu Yanran laughed miserably.

Just like that question back then, he lost to the ruthless him.

"Yanran" Mu Qingyi looked at the red-clothed figure in front of him and called softly, his eyes trembled, and finally said heavily

"I was wrong"

made a mistake, which shook Liu Yanran's heart.

"I was wrong, and I realized at this moment that I was wrong, I was very wrong. Mu Qingyi said slowly, and two lines of tears slowly slipped down.

"It was only at this moment that I understood what I really wanted from beginning to end, never the final victory, but you. ”

"If I can do it all over again, I will definitely choose you to give up the whole world!" Mu Qingyi couldn't help but say again.

The chess game was over, and the relationship was broken, but he Mu Qingyi didn't want to end it.

He has been obsessed with chess all his life, and it is not until this moment that he understands what he is really obsessed with.

"Hehehehehe, it's late, it's late. Liu Yanran laughed miserably, two lines of blood and tears slowly fell, a trace of blood was already overflowing from the corner of her mouth, her face suddenly turned pale, and her vitality was constantly dissipating.

"Yanran!" Seeing this, Mu Qingyi was anxious, hugged Liu Yanran in his arms, checked the pulse, and his face changed greatly.

Liu Yanran didn't know when the poisonous gas had entered her body, and her life was in danger.

"As early as when you came, I had poison pills in my mouth, and when I lost this game, I took poison and committed suicide. Liu Yanran said angrily, blood spilling out of her mouth.

"You, you, why are you so stupid," Mu Qingyi said in a trembling voice.

"From the very beginning I laid out all the retreats for you, and if you are defeated, I will die at your hands. Mu Qingyi said.

"Ha, what about that victory? I calculated that Xiao Jiange would let me go in his life?" Liu Yanran smiled sadly and couldn't help asking.

"Victory, I intend to exchange my life for your life, and seek a glimmer of life for you. Mu Qingyi said in a trembling voice, his eyes were flustered, and he lost his square inch for the second time in his life, all because of the person in front of him, because at this moment, Liu Yanran's vitality was already weak, as if it was about to dissipate at any time.

"What about the antidote? You must have an antidote. Mu Qingyi said urgently.

"Ha, don't you know my style of acting?" Liu Yanran said with a desolate smile.

When Mu Qingyi heard this, the last light in his eyes finally dissipated, and he looked at the beauty in his arms, stunned and speechless.

He knew that in this way, there was no cure, no cure.

"Hahahaha, hahahaha. Mu Qingyi was stunned for a moment and then suddenly laughed, only to see that the true qi around his body was shocked, and it actually reversed the true qi in his body, detonating the meridians and acupoints all over his body.

"Poof" Mu Qingyi suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood.

"You!" Liu Yanran sensed this scene, and her face couldn't help but change greatly.

"Ha, I owe you all my life, I should pay it back, besides, what's the point of living without you?" Mu Qingyi's eyes were gentle, and he said lightly caressing Liu Yanran's cheek in his arms.

Scattering his cultivation and detonating the acupuncture point, Mu Qingyi's move is no different from committing suicide, it's just a matter of time.

Liu Yanran was silent, at this moment, she was eager to be blind, and wanted to take a good look at Mu Qingyi and remember his appearance.

"I want to see plum blossoms. Liu Yanran leaned her head on Mu Qingyi's arms and said weakly.

Mu Qingyi hugged her tightly, put her cheek close to her forehead, and smiled gently, "Okay, I'll take you to see, for so many years, Hanmei Mountain has remained the same, and it has not changed." ”

His voice was hoarse and shaky.

"Good"

"I, forgive you. ”

With a whisper, the beautiful woman in her arms suddenly lowered her hand.

In the secluded stone room, the candle flame flickered, and only the voice was choked and cried.

The wind and snow were vast, and Mu Qingyi, who was dressed in green clothes, came out of the stone room with Liu Yanran in red clothes.

Xiao Jiange has been waiting outside for a long time.

"Tsing Yi seniors. Xiao Jiange couldn't help but say when he saw Mu Qingyi, and then sighed.

"I don't plan to pursue this grievance for a long time, but it's a pity that Yanran is a senior. ”

"I know it's her choice. Mu Qingyi said with a smile.

"You are now the sect master of the Sword Sect, and you will be responsible for the sect in the future. Mu Qingyi looked at the mink in front of him and smiled with relief.

Xiao Jiange's nose was sour.

"I'm going back to Hanmei Mountain to have a look. ”

In the wind and snow, the green clothes walked slowly with the red clothes in their arms, heading home.

Xiao Jiange's eyes trembled, and he once again made a deep commotion at the two figures.

Sending off his seniors, Xiao Jiange said softly in his heart.

Hanmei Mountain, Hanmei Tree as always, in the cold winter season, Hanmei blossoms.

The petals and plum blossoms are falling, just like back then, accompanied by the wind and snow.

A stone table and two stone chairs, there is a chessboard on the table, depicting the scars of the years, the same as back then.

In the plum blossoms, a green dress embraces a red dress and looks up at the flowers.

I just heard "We are home"

The two figures turned into stars and slowly dissipated in the fluttering plum blossoms and snow.

Since then, the rivers and lakes have not seen the Tsing Yi.

There is no more Liu Yanran in the world.

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Time flies, ten years have passed in a hurry, the Demon Sect has been eradicated, and the martial arts sects in the world are as always, although there are small fights, there is no catastrophe again.

There is such a nunnery in Dongsai, the incense is prosperous, and it is rumored that there is a sincere nun in it, who has worshiped the Buddha for ten years and heard the Tao, and those who ask for it have responded.

Today, the sky is clear, there are no clouds, and there is no daylight.

The cold wind is bleak, and the autumn yellow leaves fall on the plane tree in the nunnery, covering the courtyard, and no one cleans it, which is quite a bit of artistic conception.

"Snort" A footstep sounded, and a figure slowly appeared under the plane tree.

The man was dressed in a red-striped white robe, with a beautiful temperament, his hair was tied with a bundle of hair, his hair was like maple red, his sword eyebrows and starry eyes, he was very handsome, with a hint of evil awe-inspiring smile on the corner of his mouth, and he held a folding fan and shook it lightly.

There is a four-character inscription on the fan surface

The world is going down.

At this moment, his eyes looked affectionately at the figure of the pockmarked nun kneeling under the incense of the Buddha statue in the Buddha temple in front of him, that is, the living Bodhisattva rumored in the world

She held a string of Buddhist beads, and there were words in her mouth, and her beautiful face could be vaguely seen in the smoke of the ethereal incense, even if she cut her hair and became a nun, it was still difficult to hide her delicate temperament between her eyebrows.

"Thou hast made it easy for me to find thee, and thou hast searched all over the world, and I have finally found thee here. The red-striped white-robed figure shook the folding fan and couldn't help but smile and said loudly.

"This search is ten years, fortunately, I found you. ”

"The person who came is a guest, what is the name of the donor?" the nun did not look back, and asked indifferently with the Buddhist beads in her hand.

"I'm Zhu Wen. The red-striped and white-robed man spoke slowly, and a single sentence seemed to take a huge amount of effort.

The nun's delicate body trembled when she heard this, and her heart sank.

"Zhu Wen, I only know the name Zhu Wu."

Zhu Wen's expression fell silent, and then he sighed faintly.

"Zhu Wu is this person? He died ten years ago. Zhu Wen said slowly.

When the nun heard this, she suddenly looked back in disbelief.

I saw the red-striped white-robed figure with an evil smile on his face, as if he was in a different world.

The autumn leaves are falling, and after many years, we finally meet.

Nangong Song and Dance knew that Zhu Wennai was the young master of the Demon Sect, Zhu Wu, after the sad heart, left alone, traveled all over the world, and finally learned that Zhu Wu died under the Xiao Jian singer under the broken intestine cliff after the news that there were no bones left, he cut his hair for the life of Ni Xin Buddha, and did not ask about the world.

After the Holy Demon War, Zhu Wen miraculously woke up on the Broken Intestine Cliff, and that night under the moonlight, Zhu Wen touched the face injury on his chest and immediately understood everything.

Xiao Jiange's sword is not a broken love, but a rebirth.

At this point, Zhu Wen is just Zhu Wen, no longer the young master of the Demon Sect, Zhu Wu, that's all.

"Now, are you willing to follow me to be the envy of the world?" said Zhu Wen.

"I have cut my hair and become a nun, and I have believed in Buddhism all my life, and I don't talk about love. Nangong Song and Dance tilted his head and pouted at the Buddha statue with his hands together, but his eyes secretly glanced at Zhu Wen.

"Alas, it seems that I can only build a Taoist temple next to this nunnery and rob you of business and incense. Zhu Wen looked at the Buddha statue with her.

"You!" Nangong Song and Dance was suddenly annoyed.

"Ha, I want to go to Lone Snow Peak, and when I come back, I want to see the chivalrous demeanor of the past. Zhu Wen said with a smile.

Some knots must be solved.

"Be careful, if Xiao Jiange dares to make a move on you, I will kowtow to death at the foot of Lone Snow Peak Mountain!" Nangong Song and Dance said worriedly.

"Yes, don't worry, you still don't know who Jian Ge is?" Zhu Wen said with a smile, and the figure slowly dispersed.

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The sky is vast, the sky is clear, there is no cloud, the stream flows, the ancient bridge stands horizontally, the green mountains and green waters, the wooden houses and stone tables, and the ancient trees stand up, which is a beautiful scene.

This place is called Junzifeng, which is one of the rare beautiful scenery in the world, although the reputation is not obvious, but it is a beautiful scenery for Xiao Jiange.

Xiao Jiange, who was dressed in mink velvet, stepped on the gentlemanly style again today, looked around, and there was not much change from previous years.

Since the end of the Holy Demon War, Xiao Jiange has sealed the Nirvana Sword and the Lone Snow Sword together with the Lone Snow Peak, and since then the mountain has not been closed, and he does not ask about the world, unless there is a major event in the sect.

The last time I drank with Duan Yuran was nine years ago, and the two got drunk.

The two were full of emotion, and when they finally left, Yuran said silently, "I won't use it in the future." ”

At that time, Xiao Jiange was sad in his heart, and said it with a smile.

For cultivators, one year on the mountain and one hundred years down the mountain is just a blink of an eye for time.

Saints live with heaven and earth, and mortals only live for a hundred years.

What Duan Yuran was worried about was that maybe the next time he saw him, he would already be a gray-haired old man, or that lonely cup of loess, which would make Xiao Jiange sad.

"But in the blink of an eye, nine years have passed, alas," Xiao Jiange couldn't help but sigh as he looked at the surrounding environment.

As for what Duan Yuran said at that time, Xiao Jiange was not convinced, and he made up his mind to come here to visit even so.

"Well, why are there so few people? But in nine years, when there is not much change," Xiao Jiange said slowly, admiring the surrounding scenery.

"Sizzle" Just as Xiao Jiange was visiting, a sword light struck, it was actually a surging sword qi, and the sword qi passed, only to see that there was a vision suddenly appeared, and there were yellow runes falling one after another.

"Huh?" Xiao Jiange couldn't help but sigh slightly in the face of the sudden change, not surprised and happy, and there was a glint in his eyes.

"This sword intent, could it be" Xiao Jiange couldn't help but be surprised at the moment.

"Who dares to trespass on my gentleman's style?" A voice fell, and I saw a white-clothed figure coming out of the wooden house, shining coldly, it was an eight or nine-year-old boy, and his face was somewhat similar to Duan Yuran.

"Hmm, boy, are you?" Xiao Jiange was slightly surprised, and had a little guess in his heart.

"Hmm, you are a famous swordsman?" The young man felt the sword intent on Xiao Jiange's body, and his eyes suddenly lit up, and his eyes showed obsession.

"Ha" Xiao Jiange couldn't help but smile with relief when he saw such a scene.

Next, the two of them asked for a sword, and after a hundred moves, Xiao Jiange gave him some swordsmanship, and taught him a few swords without leaving a trace.

"The seniors are so powerful in swordsmanship, and the younger generations admire them. After a hundred moves, the young man put away his sword and stood with his fist at Xiao Jiange.

"Your swordsmanship is not bad, dare to ask what is the name of the young man?" Xiao Jiange asked.

"The junior is named Duan Peiyu. The young man was neither humble nor arrogant.

Duan Peiyu, Xiao Jiange couldn't help laughing, and when they saw the jade pendant dangling around the young man's waist, they suddenly realized, and they couldn't help laughing at the moment

"What about your father Duan Yuran? I am Xiao Jiange, and I am here to find your father. Xiao Jiange said with a smile.

When the young man heard this, his eyes lit up at first, and then his eyes dimmed.

"It turns out that you are Uncle Xiao Jiange, my father, who has passed away. Duan Peiyu said sadly.

Xiao Jiange was suddenly struck by lightning, and looked at the young man in front of him in a daze.

Passed away?

On the banks of the green mountains and green water streams, there are green bamboo forests, which are planted to commemorate the bamboo, and next to the bamboo forest, there are two tombstones standing.

The tomb of Duan Yuran, the tomb of Liuying.

"The year I was born, my mother died in childbirth, I was born weak and sickly, my father ran for me for many years, fell into a cold disease, and the year before last I also followed my mother. Duan Peiyu said sadly.

"I'm a scourge, I was born to kill my parents, and I'm to blame. The boy crouched down and buried himself in his lap and wept.

Xiao Jiange looked at the two ancient tombstones and was speechless.

It turns out that in the face of joys and sorrows again, his heart will still fluctuate.

The silent departure of his best friend made Xiao Jiange's heart ache, although he knew that there would always be such a day, but Xiao Jiange didn't expect it to come so quickly.

"Don't cry, there's still Uncle Xiao here, your parents definitely don't want you to only cry, be strong. Xiao Jiange came to his senses and reached out to touch the hair of the young man beside him.

Duan Peiyu stood up, wiped her tears, and said with a smile, "Don't worry, although I am young, my Dao heart is firm, Uncle Xiao can rest assured." ”

"By the way, I remembered something" Duan Peiyu suddenly came to her senses, got up and went to the ancient tree in front of the house to dig out the pot of wine that was buried, handed it to Xiao Jiange and smiled at him

"My father left a last word, if Uncle Xiao came, he would taste this wine with him, and my father drank it with him in the sky. ”

Xiao Jiange took the wine jug and was speechless, his eyes were already moist.

This wine was given by the wild goose under the Phantom Mountain at the beginning.

Xiao Jiange looked up to the sky and took a sip, his posture was bold, and Duan Peiyu was longing.

"You also like to drink?" Xiao Jiange couldn't help but smile when he noticed the child's expression.

Duan Peiyu nodded vigorously.

In his early years, he was cold and sickly, and his father often treated him with medicinal wine, and after secretly drinking a few spirits a few times when he was older, Duan Peiyu was addicted to it.

Xiao Jiange smiled knowingly, it was too similar.

"Na, the last few sips will be given to you to drink, so that Uncle Xiao will come to you once a year to drink in the future, and remember to report Uncle Xiao's name if you want to walk the rivers and lakes in the future. Xiao Jiange said with a smile.

"Uh-huh" Duan Peiyu laughed.

After instructing Duan Peiyu to open up the meridians for him and teaching him the key points of walking the rivers and lakes, Xiao Jiange left a divine sense on his body and slowly left.

When leaving, Xiao Jiange couldn't help but look back at the gentleman.

Come once a year, and you won't forget you, friend.

Xiao Jiange secretly thought that looking at the white-clothed young man who waved goodbye at the door, it was like seeing Duan Yuran, who was once a white-clothed immortal, in a trance, and those past events couldn't help but follow, like the warm wine in his heart.

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Back at Lone Snow Peak, his Zhu Wen had been waiting for a long time.

Xiao Jiange sat cross-legged unceremoniously, and Bai Yuqin played.

"Why did you show mercy at the beginning, can you really let go of my calculation of Liu Qingfeng and Jian Guzi?" Zhu Wen came to Xiao Jiange's side and looked at Xue together.

One is wearing a red white robe and one is mink, just like back then.

If it weren't for Zhu Wen's original affection for Liu Xin, Liu Qingfeng would not have fallen into that heart knot because of Duan Yu, and he would not have been manipulated by the later spirit Guzi.

If it weren't for the bet between Zhu Wen and Jian Guzi at the beginning, the eighteen-layer hell map would not have left a hellfire pregnant spirit in it, and then infiltrated the Great Dao of Sword Valley, Sword Valley would not have been so easily besieged and killed in the battle of the righteous demons.

Jian Guzi's final death was the detonation of his Hellfire Pregnant Spirit, which burned him to death.

"These are all done by Zhu Wu, what does it have to do with Ru Zhu Wen?" Xiao Jiange said with a smile.

"Ha, but I was also Zhu Wen at the beginning. ”

Xiao Jiange shook his head, "Before the Broken Intestine Cliff, they were all Zhu Wu, although there was Zhu Wen, he was still Zhu Wu, and after the Broken Intestine Cliff, Zhu Wen was just Zhu Wen." ”

Zhu Wen smiled slightly, and a warm current flowed through his heart.

"Then you're not afraid that I will become Zhu Wu again?"

"Zhu Wen has a good heart, he can't, I also believe that Zhu Wen won't. Xiao Jiange said with a smile.

"Bai Yuqinwu accepted it first, if you become Zhu Wu, I will return you," Xiao Jiange said with a smile.

"Even if there is no day to return. Zhu Wen smiled slightly.

"For thou art my best friend. Xiao Jiange said softly.

"Whoosh" Zijin Xiao broke through the air and suddenly entered Zhu Wen's hand.

In the past, one person gave Bai Yuqin, and one person gave Zijin Xiao.

Today, one person gave Zijin Xiao again, and one person grabbed Bai Yuqin.

The two are slightly different, but they are both gifts.

Affection is added to the meaning.

"Ha, this time, we finally became close friends. Zhu Wen had tears in his eyes, and he couldn't help but smile when he looked at the purple gold Xiao in his hand.

"What are your plans for the future?" asked Xiao Jiange

"Travel the world with Nangong singing and dancing, and see the beautiful scenery. Zhu Wen said with a smile.

"You will often come as a guest, but you don't want to dislike it. ”

"Naturally not"

"What about you, what are your plans for the future?"

"Seal the sword and seal the mountain, one person plays the piano to watch the wind and snow, and does not ask about the world. Xiao Jiange said with a smile.

The sound of the piano was long, the snow in the sky was falling slowly, and Xiao Jiange's eyes were filled with a hint of loneliness and emptiness.

In the vast snow, Xiao Jiange seemed to see two figures, one was as red as a maple leaf, and the other was as white as snow.

"Now that you have become holy, can you think about how to get the title or not?" asked Zhu Wen.

"Is it a title?" Xiao Jiange looked at the vast wind and snow, his eyes were in a trance, and a voice sounded faintly in his mind.

"I, Xiao Jiange, in this life and this life, I only love Qin Luoli alone, if I violate this oath, I will have no love in my life and end up alone!"

Xiao Jiange retracted his thoughts and said with a smile, "Let's call it the Lone Snow Sword Saint." ”

The sound of the piano is faint, the wind and snow are vast, and a lamentation song is played.

The sound of the piano swayed and swayed,

The lonely snow drifts thousands of miles.

Looking at the vast world alone,

There was only one person in the snowy scene.

(Laughing at the rivers and lakes, end)