The next day, early in the morning.

On a mountain road lined with green trees, the four teenagers once again walked together, enjoying a few people, and the last few days of reunion.

Su Wushi and the little monk are still fighting and making trouble as they have been in the past.

Shi Wuwei and Mu Yiyi were still looking at the two of them with a smile as usual, and would interject a few words from time to time.

In fact, the two brothers and sisters can sleep a little longer, and they don't need to accompany the two of them to run back and forth.

But Shi Wuwei knew that if the four of them wanted to be together again in the future, I am afraid it would be even more difficult.

That's why he got up early, accompanied the two of them, and continued to go to Nanyang Town to find the missing person or the body.

In fact, although Nanyang and Hangzhou are not far apart, it takes five or six hours to come and go, if it is not considered a light work. Coupled with the food on the way, and the time to find along the way, it basically takes them a day to go back and forth.

Moreover, due to the limited manpower, each person can bring back a corpse once they go back and forth.

Therefore, in Nanyang Town at present, there should still be some undiscovered deceased, waiting for them to carry them.

During the jubilant march, I saw Su Wushi fly up a big tree, looked down at the little monk below, and asked with a smile.

"Little monk! Why do your teachers and nephews have ring scars on their heads, but you don't! ”。

The little monk touched his bare little head and smirked.

"The master said that when I am eighteen years old, he will personally burn my scar."

When Su Wushi saw the immature appearance of the little monk, he smiled and said, "When are you eighteen, I think you will be twelve at most!" ”。

The little monk grinned and rolled up the cuffs on his hands, revealing his small fists, and said.

"In a few days, I'll be eighteen!".

Yes, time is really flying like a shuttle, and in the blink of an eye, even the little monk is about to be eighteen years old.

At this moment, just as Shi Wuwei was watching the conversation between the two with a smile, he felt a rush of footsteps from behind.

Looking back, he saw the person who came with a smile on his face, and he knew that the other party was here for Su Wushi.

That's right, Chen Dong'er came to Su Wushi again.

It's just that Su Wushi obviously felt very uncomfortable with the arrival of such a beautiful girl.

He wasn't stupid, he could see what the other person was looking at.

It's just that he has been pretending to be stupid, pretending that he doesn't know, hoping that he can send this girl away.

After all, the bottom of his heart has been filled by someone.

Chen Dong'er got their news from somewhere, and chased them all the way.

And after she arrived, she followed Su Wushi's side and walked with them as she had done a few days ago.

In fact, the Twelve Gates have such a plan.

That is, after all the bodies are recovered, they will be cremated so that they can be brought back to the sect for burial with the ashes of the deceased.

Otherwise, if you want to move the deceased back to the sect completely, I am afraid it will not be easy.

You must know that Yaochi, Xiaoyao, and Qingcheng, these three major sects are far away from here, and they will not be able to reach the sect without three or five months.

Therefore, it was impossible for them to transport the deceased back to the sect intact.

And this cremation became their best way.

So, in the next few days, Shi Wuwei and several people shuttled back and forth between the two places, looking for a soul with nowhere to place.

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Three days later.

In the city of Hangzhou, Wulin Gate, a huge flat ground in front of the gate has been burning.

Beside the flames, all the people of the twelve major sects formed a circle, looking sadly at the corpse of a young hero, turned into ashes.

Right now, it was the turn of the disciples of the Burning Sun Sect to step forward.

After the disciples placed the bodies of the master and all the brothers on the firewood, they reluctantly stepped forward with the torches.

There were nearly seventy disciples of the Flame Sect who went south.

But now, there are less than thirty disciples kneeling by the fire.

The fat man with a meaty face at the head was lowering his head, and his body was trembling uncontrollably.

His fat hands pinched and tugged at the fat of his legs, wanting to replace the sadness in his heart with this pain, and he didn't want his appearance to be exposed to outsiders.

However, if grief can really be replaced by pain, then it is not called sadness.

Although he closed his eyes, the drops of water in his eyes burst out of his eyes and could not be stopped.

He didn't dare to look up at the master in the fire, and the disciples.

He even wondered why it wasn't him who died.

Why do you want to keep him alive in this world?

At this moment, he remembered the senior sister in the sect again, as well as the little junior sister. I remembered what they said before their group left.

But he didn't dare to imagine what they would do if he brought the ashes of his master and junior brother to them.

Finally, he remembered his honest junior brother.

He had always wanted to compete with his junior brother for the position of head of the house.

But now, the junior brother is dead, the master is gone, and there is no other disciple who can be qualified for the position of head except him.

However, there was no joy in his heart.

He even felt that he had killed his junior brother.

If he refused to use the Sun Treasure Sword that day, then perhaps, the junior disciple with the sword in his hand would not have been killed.

Finally, under the combination of multiple grief, his emotions still collapsed.

He no longer stings his flesh, but wails and weeps.

It's just that no one thinks he's cowardly because of his appearance.

Because they didn't dare to guarantee that they would not cry like this when it was their turn to step forward.

In short, the fire in front of the martial arts gate burned for three hours.

During this period, looking at the faces that were laughing and scolding in the past, when they were taken away by the firelight, many people rushed away.

The older generation, almost all gone.

The rest of the sect's responsibilities need to be shouldered by these young disciples.

Huashan Sect, Loose Sect, Snow Mountain Sect, Flame Sect .....? The heads of these sects are gone.

Similar to Yue Piaoping, Chen Duyang's big disciple will also take over the position of head of the sect in the future, carry the banner of the sect, and continue to maintain the justice of the rivers and lakes.

And in the process of burning in this fire, Shi Wuwei also had many feelings.

For a moment, he asked himself in his heart.

Ask yourself if you belong to this quack.

Looking at the flow of people, he always felt that he didn't seem to belong to this river and lake.

He had too many things in his heart.

And these things, compared with the twelve major sects in front of them, seem a little selfish.

He only thinks about revenge in his heart, and he may not be able to pretend to be the so-called role of the rivers and lakes.