The person who came was a group of nine people from Wang Qi's family.

Now, with a great change in the cultivation circle of the Snow Mountain, the cultivators who gathered here have suffered heavy casualties, and the Snow Mountain has become a forbidden area.

And in the same way, when they received the news that all the places were manifested, and the visions of heaven and earth appeared, they came this time as a gift of gratitude, and they prepared to leave, and went their separate ways.

The world is long, and the road ahead is still long.

"Huh. ”

Wang Qi's family suffered internal injuries yesterday, and today his face looks a little pale, facing the question of the little novice, he laughed, and the white air he exhaled hit a torrent roll, and said with a smile:

"Mr. treats people peacefully, he is a real enlightened gentleman, Miss Xiaoyun, you don't have to be nervous. ”

When he talks about "sir", he is grateful and respectful in his heart, regardless of age, only about Taoism and character.

"The last time I saw Mr., Mr. said that the world was going to change, I didn't expect it, it came so quickly, and now there is news from all over the country, I think, it's going to be chaos soon. ”

As he spoke, his eyebrows turned to the snow on the mountain branches, and his eyes couldn't help but rise with a little emotion.

"Yes, there is news from colleagues from all walks of life that some of the cities where humanity and prosperity have appeared, and I think it is a great change in the earth, and the aura has exploded, and it has begun to spread to the cities where humanity is prosperous. According to the existing phenomena and experience, it is inferred that ghosts rely on aura to exist, and now that there is aura in densely populated cities, ghosts will be frequent, and poor nuns think about it, which is a sign that the world will be chaotic. ”

Xiao Shami's master, a middle-aged monk and nun with gray sideburns, held a whisk in one hand, and the other hand hung down, his voice was slightly hoarse, and he said in a deep voice.

"Elder Wei, what do you think?"

After she finished speaking, she turned to the old man Wei, who had been silent all along, looking at the mountain scenery.

"Old man, I don't have the heart of the world now, the trend of the times, we just want to comply. ”

Old Man Wei shook his head.

The firewood knife in his hand is gone, and after yesterday's events, he feels that the knife doesn't matter.

My heart is a lot clearer.

"What Elder Wei said is right, how much ability to do so much, I almost died of a natural disaster, and it is in vain to think too much. ”

Wang Qijia nodded with a wry smile, and walked step by step towards the mountain.

Snowflakes are falling.

Snowflakes falling on the branches of the trees, from time to time fell on the shoulders and heads of several people.

"Sister Ling'er, I see that you didn't speak all the way, and you were still thinking about yesterday. ”

At the end, Liu Ru asked Wei Ling, who had a silent face, with a slight sigh on his face.

Not everything can be brought over in one stroke, from the moment of life and death, yesterday the sky fell apart, and the colleagues who used to joke and joke died tragically one by one, this kind of suffering shock, how can it be brought by in a word.

The cultivation heart is like iron, they have not yet reached that point, and they are indeed a demon after experiencing this calamity.

The kind of demon that is very powerless, a good person, suddenly a natural disaster, and the person is gone.

Until now, I feel a sense of absurdity, and one by one, the cultivators who are ready to prepare for the future and guide the country are so small and powerless in the face of a natural disaster, and let out a desperate scream.

"I just think that life is too weak, even if we are cultivators, we are still like grasshoppers in the face of the power of heaven and earth. Good people, if you say no, it's gone. ”

Wei Ling clasped his arms with both hands, his tone was a little weak and low, and he looked at the sky.

This woman with a pungent personality let out a sentimental sigh after experiencing a natural disaster of life and death.

For some reason, she suddenly thought of the "shameless man" who was always troubled by herself, saying that he was boring, but he was always calm and calm.

His smile was actually nice and comfortable, but she didn't say it, only that he was a boring honest man.

Yesterday, he was not found among the survivors, and Wei Ling suddenly felt a little sad, he had been a little unreasonable to him before. After more than a month of getting along, they can actually be regarded as friends.

Pretty nice guy, really.

Wei Ling thought to himself.

In this mood, she actually didn't have much interest in everyone coming together to visit the master who saved their lives yesterday.

"I understand your feelings, in fact, they are all the same, and you can only digest them yourself. ”

Liu Ru said silently.

Who isn't.

This is a cruel and glaring reality, and it is a catastrophe. Compared with ordinary people's ignorance of the great changes in heaven and earth, they have experienced that now, they are more confused about the future world.

The group went up the mountain in different moods, the snow was falling, and the footprints behind them were staggered.

When a few people were halfway through, there were snowflakes and a melodious sound of flute suddenly heard in the mountains and forests.

The sound of the flute is clear, the ups and downs are inherited, the cleansing is flying, there are mountains and forests, and there are flying snow.

The sound of this flute echoes with the sigh of the changes in the world, but there is a kind of chic and wanton independence of the world.

The group listened stupidly for a while, and the steps under their feet slowly stopped, listening with compassion.

"Yesterday's flowers were full of red, and today's flowers are empty"

Zirong really uses the three spring shows, and changes follow the wind overnight

Time outside things is self-satisfied, and there is no one who is poor in the world

A hundred years of glory and withering, passing by is like a dream. ”

"A few of you are here, come up. ”

As soon as the sound of the flute stopped, the sound of the bell came from the sky above the group, and the snow-capped mountains and forests seemed to come from outside the sky, which lasted for a long time.

The expressions on the faces of several people were shocked, and they glanced at each other, and a complicated color rose between their eyes.

The group quickened their pace and hurried to the mountain.

On the mountainside, the clearing of the West Cliff has been covered with snow, and the bluestone brick yard has turned white.

When Wang Qi's family came here, they saw a person on the edge of the cliff with their backs to each other.

Looking at the flying snow between heaven and earth, I can't see through my expression.

"Sir, I have taken the liberty of visiting today to thank you, and I hope you will not be surprised. ”

Wang Qijia looked at Jiang Xiaobai, who was standing on the edge of the cliff and looking at it from afar, put his hands together, and bowed slightly.

The rest of the people, even Old Man Wei, also saluted.

On the rivers and lakes, the master is the teacher, and this ceremony must be done.

"I guess you might have come, but I didn't expect to bring so many people. ”

Jiang Xiaobai turned around and said with a smile.

He wasn't surprised.

After all, the father and son of the Wang Qi family knew him.

"The seniors saved us yesterday, and we asked the Confucian scholars to bring us here, and I want to personally express my gratitude to the seniors, and I hope the seniors will not be surprised. ”

The middle-aged monk and nun spoke.

The round face of Xiao Shami, who was following the master, was a little nervous, and she listened to Jiang Xiaobai's words, thinking that they were not welcome.

"It's the same with old decay. ”

Old man Wei looked calm and natural, and nodded, but there was an inexplicable look in his eyes.

"Now that the inheritance of the Dao system in the world has been lost, it is rare to recover some vitality, and the world has changed greatly, I am just to protect the Tao and leave more inheritance, which is nothing to save my life. ”

Jiang Xiaobai shook his head, and instead looked at Wei Ling, Wang Chengfeng, Sword Maniac, Tang Yifa, and Xiao Shami.