As Yun Huan walked out of the teleportation hall and down the stone steps, the mystery of the Snow Mountain Sword Sect also began to appear in front of Liang Sibei.

The blue sky is like washing, between the ups and downs of the mountains, countless palaces and pavilions are dotted among them, like a long snake winding and circling, and the momentum is magnificent.

And in the open space between the mountains and palaces, there are groups of disciples competing with each other, which is consistent with the name of the Snow Mountain Sword Sect, and the vast majority of disciples hold a long sword in their hands.

Liang Sibei's spirits were lifted, the young man was lively and aggressive by nature, not to mention that since he had cultivated, when had he seen such a scene, if he wasn't worried that his father was still by his side, I was afraid that he would have to go down and try a few times.

"It's you and the demon ......"

Yun Huan suddenly glanced at Liang Sibei, and after a pause, he said, "That woman's child?"

"Yes, Uncle Shi. ”

Liang Jiuye looked uneasy at the moment, and naturally he didn't care about the inappropriateness in Yun Huan's words.

"Oooh. ”

Yun Huan's eyes became solemn, and he looked at the handsome Liang Sibei again, and couldn't help but sigh secretly in his heart, the two races are mixed, this child's future road is only afraid that it will be much more difficult than being a father.

But Liang Sibei didn't realize it, and still looked around with interest.

The teleportation hall belonged to the important land, and it was in a backward position in the Snow Mountain Sword Sect, and Yun Huan took Liang Jiuye and the two of them to bend for a long time before stopping under a mountain peak that was not tall but was lush and overgrown with bamboo forests.

"The old sect master is up there. ”

Yun Huan turned to the side and said, "This Bamboo Peak was where you lived when you were cultivating, and since you announced your withdrawal from the sect, the old sect master has moved over from Spirit Sword Peak. ”

Patting Liang Jiuye's shoulder, which was already trembling slightly, Yun Huan said in a low voice: "Night boy, in fact, don't blame the old sect master for being ruthless, after you quit the sect, I often see him sitting alone in a daze......"

Liang Jiuye waved his hand to stop Yun Huan from continuing, his eyes were gloomy, "I understand Shizun's distress, so for so many years, I have never blamed him, this time I came just to save Xiaobei's life." ”

Looking at the latter's puzzled expression, Liang Jiuye smiled bitterly: "Xiaobei, the two bloodlines in his body conflict, and they are pouring into each other, I can't control it, so I have no choice but to come to Shizun for help!"

Yun Huan suddenly realized, and looked at Liang Sibei with a little regret, judging from the contact just now, this young man has good qualifications and temperament, and if he achieves it in time, he may not be under his father.

But it's a pity that such an excellent young man is a hybrid of the human race and the heavenly demon race, and under the blood conflict, with his weak body, I am afraid that his life will be lost in an instant.

"The old sect major cultivates to the heavens, and I believe there should be a way. ”

Facing Liang Jiuye, who was smiling bitterly, Yun Huan comforted him.

In his heart, he shook his head secretly, he clearly understood that although the old sect leader Liang Shang had a profound cultivation, he could definitely rank in the top five in the entire Mengyue Dynasty, but when facing the royal bloodline of the Heavenly Demon Clan, he was afraid that he was powerless, as can be seen from the girl who almost swept the Heavenly Netherworld Palace when she was just an adult.

"Go up, the old sect master likes to be quiet, and he is the only one on it. ”

Yun Huan looked at the quiet and deep mountain peak, and said, "The old man was ordered to guard the teleportation hall, and he couldn't leave for too long, so he left first." ”

"There's Uncle Lao. ”

Liang Jiuye saluted Yun Huan's back, and only straightened up until the latter's figure completely disappeared into the stone path and secluded forest.

Looking at this once familiar bamboo peak, after a long time, Liang Jiuye said softly: "Xiaobei, let's go up the mountain!"

With that, he took a step and began to walk towards the mountain at a very fast speed.

"Daddy, slow down, wait for me!"

When Liang Sibei reacted, Liang Jiuye had walked a long distance, almost disappearing from his field of vision, and after shouting twice, he hurriedly chased after him.

The bamboo peak is not high, compared to the other peaks of the Snow Mountain Sword Sect, it is even a little low, but the road is surprisingly difficult to walk, when Liang Sibei finally came to the peak out of breath, he saw that Liang Jiuye was already standing there, and there was an old man sitting on the stone steps in front of him.

The old man was dressed in a white robe, with white eyebrows and white hair, he looked very amiable, and his chest was the same as Yun Huan and the others, and he was also embroidered with a small golden sword, but the number was a different five.

"You're back. ”

The white-robed old man stood up tremblingly, his long white beard swaying in the wind.

"It's back. ”

Liang Jiuye's calm eyes were full of mist at the moment, and the next moment, he suddenly fell to his knees, with a faint choked voice in his voice, "Sorry disciple Liang Jiuye has seen Shizun!"

This white-robed old man is the contemporary sect master of the Snow Mountain Sword Sect, Liang Shang, who is known as the 'Sword Master'!

"It's good to come back, it's good to come back, what are you crying about?"

Liang Sheng stroked the top of Liang Jiuye's head with a smile, and then looked up at Liang Sibei, who was standing not far away, and said, "That's your child, right?" Get up, let's go into the house." ”

With that, with a flick of his hand, a soft and mellow Xuan Qi lifted Liang Jiuye's body.

"Disciple obeys!"

Liang Jiuye bowed, wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and said to Liang Sibei: "Xiaobei, come and see your ancestor." ”

Liang Sibei understood in his heart, and he also knew that whether he could safely survive the catastrophe of the blood-clashing this time all depended on the white-haired old man in front of him, so he was not hypocritical, and knelt down and made a big salute, "Sibei to meet the ancestor!"

"Good boy, get up. ”

Nodding with a smile, Liang Sheng didn't use Xuan Qi to do it for him like Jiu Ye in the Tuo Liang, but stretched out his hand to prepare to help him up.

At the moment when he touched Liang Sibei's body, Liang Shang's smiling face slowly froze, but the movements of his hands did not stop, and after helping the young man up, he took a deep look at Liang Jiuye.

Liang Jiuye smiled bitterly, and then nodded.

"Come in and talk. ”

Liang Sheng didn't pay attention to him, but gently took Liang Sibei's hand and walked towards the bamboo house at the end of the path.

Different from the tall and majestic palaces in other places of the Snow Mountain Sword Sect, on the bamboo peak, only three huts sit quietly at the top of the peak, and the material is bamboo that can be seen all over the mountain, which has a unique charm.

"Tell me, what's going on with this kid?"

In the bamboo house, Liang Sheng took Liang Sibei to sit on the bamboo mat, his eyes were serious, and he asked Liang Jiuye, who walked in later.

"Also, where have you been all these years? Since you are alive, why don't you go back to the sect? Let's talk about it with the old man of 1510!"

The more Liang Shang spoke, the more excited he became, he picked up a bamboo stick on the table and pointed at Liang Jiuye, "Could it be that you feel that your wings are stiff, and you will quit the sect when you say that you will quit the sect?"

"Master!"

Liang Jiuye knelt in front of the bamboo mat, tears flowed out uncontrollably again, burying his head and crying.

Since Bei'er's death, he has been drunk and dreaming all day long, giving up on himself, but he has never shed a single tear.

To this day, when facing the old man in front of him who raised him since childhood, is also a father and a teacher, he can no longer control his emotions.

The boy doesn't flick when he has tears, but it's not time to be sad.