Ning Yi did not attend Xu Zang's funeral.

The rain was getting heavier, he held an umbrella and left Xiaoshuang Mountain from another trail along the opposite mountain road with Pei Fu.

Ning Yi knew very well that today's funeral was not a funeral at all.

He could faintly hear the laughter of some people on the other side of the mountain.

When a person dies, there will still be some things left in this world, if it is a swordsman, it may leave behind its favorite sword, if it is a scholar, it may leave some books and manuscripts...... Even ordinary people who are unknown will leave traces of their own walks.

Xu Zang has been in this world, and he left behind more than just a sword.

Some people hate, some people love, this is a kind of emotional inheritance...... Maybe it will stay for many years, it will never be exhausted, this is what a person leaves in this world, memory, someone will remember him, then even if he dies...... It can be regarded as a rebirth in a different way.

These are the words of Senju-sama, which can be regarded as a comfort.

Ning Yi wrote it down, but he didn't think so. In his heart, the night when Xu Zang let himself hold the fine snow and go to the small Wuliang Mountain, that man left behind a certain indelible spirit, which was invisible to the people who attended these funerals, not to the Thousand Hands Senior Sister, and not to Qi Rust and Wen Tao...... Even the closest girl around me can't see it.

This is what Xu Zang wants to let himself see.

Ning Yi didn't go to Xu Zang's funeral because he felt that Xu Zang was not dead.

But anyone who saw the pale, dead face of the man in the coffin was convinced of this.

Ning Yi was afraid of doubt.

He was afraid of shaking himself....... So he simply didn't look, didn't listen, didn't think.

The girl was very quiet and didn't speak, she stayed by Ning Yi's side, huddled under the umbrella, and could feel that Ning Yi's mood was very abnormal today. Today is Xu Zang's funeral, the cultivators of Shushan, everyone will inevitably have some sadness, this year, Xu Zang and Mr. Zhao Rui's coffins have been sealed on Xiaoshuang Mountain, Pei Fu actually thought about attending this funeral today...... But hearing the faint laughter, she suddenly felt that Ning Yi's choice at the moment was very correct.

But Ning Yi hid his sadness very well, he walked very slowly, the frost bamboo on both sides of the mountain road swayed, the rain wet the mountain road, the path was very slippery, it was not easy to walk, Ning Yi did not look at the mangosteen on both sides, he looked ahead, did not look at anything, did not listen to anything...... In Pei Fu's eyes, he looks like a dementia child in a trance.

Just go all the way.

Pei Fu frowned, watching the glow in Ning Yi's eyes gradually glow, she could feel the changes in the starlight of the heavens and the earth around her...... There seems to be an urgent call.

She saw Ning Yi's bone flute hanging from her neck, trembling gently through the placket.

Ning Yi took Pei Fu and came to the entrance of a canyon, the depths of Shu Mountain, as if it had been cut in half by a knife, and the faint cold wind blew out.

The two of them stood at the entrance, holding an umbrella, the umbrella became a burden, and the heavy rain was stopped by the thick mountain, but the wind was very strong, blowing violently from the end of the line of sky, and Pei Fu's robe was blown backwards.

A suspended talisman swayed in the void in the wind, looking weak and windy.

She seemed to understand a little why Ning Yi had been restless recently and left Xiaoshuang Mountain in the middle of the night to go out.

The young man, with dry lips, raised his brow, wanting to reach out a hand to touch the edict.

Then he snapped back to his senses.

Ning Yi was like a great enemy, clutching the handle of the umbrella, his mind regained a calm, looking at Pei Fu, who was confused and confused beside him, the scene of leaving from Xiaoshuang Mountain here emerged one by one, like a demon.

Pei Fu looked at himself and asked word by word, "This is, Houshan?"

A cold sweat broke out on Ning Yi's forehead, and he carefully recalled his behavior after receiving the umbrella, like sleepwalking, and the bone flute was calling him to come here.

Every day.

Every day, I will come to the back mountain unconsciously, which is actually a very scary thing.

When Ning Yi was about to touch the edict, the sea of souls would return to calm, leaving him with the power to choose for himself.

Ning Yi took a deep breath.

He looked at Pei Fu and did not choose to hide it, but said seriously.

"This is the back mountain. ”

"I want to go in. ”

......

......

Inside the mountain gate of Shushan, it is very lively today.

Most of the people gathered in Xiaoshuang Mountain, Xu Zang's coffin was uncovered, they would gather in front of that coffin for a long time, a whole day, is the so-called "funeral" of Shushan, this day's time, the coffin is uncovered, visitors visit, Shushan will be to all the questioning cultivators and the forces behind it, to prove Shushan's little uncle Xu Zang...... It's dead.

The star giant with a thousand hands and condensed thoughts, sitting cross-legged beside the black coffin, silently bearing the punishment of Mr. Zhao Rui's edict, against the coercion of thunder, put one hand on Xu Zang's coffin to prevent someone from destroying it.

The black-robed woman from the White Deer Cave Academy, with red eyes, silently stepped forward and put a handful of small white flowers, and then left here without looking back. The wind in Xiaoshuang Mountain was very strong, and after the woman left, the wind blew the white flowers placed in front of Xu Zang's coffin all over the sky, and it didn't look sad, but with a cold sense of slaughter.

Pope Chen Yi sighed softly and also left the crowd, Zhou You did not leave with him, but still maintained a standing and solemn gaze, after the woman in the White Deer Cave Academy left, he was the only solemn. Most of the linen-robed Taoists, following Chen Yi's orders, stayed here to mourn and mourn for the dead Xu Zang in place of His Holiness the Pope.

Chen Yi was followed by two linen-robed Taoists, one on the left and one on the right, holding a black umbrella, leaving the gloomy rain curtain.

"Xu Zang of Shushan is a heart-wrenching figure. ”

Chen Yi walked under the umbrella, and he said softly: "Such a person shouldn't die like this...... However, the truth is so cruel, the sea of souls and bodies have been extinguished, and they are even more completely dead than the dead. ”

There was a complicated and incomprehensible look in Chen Yi's eyes, the two linen-robed Taoists holding umbrellas did not dare to answer, and the three of them walked out of Xiaoshuang Mountain, and the white wooden carriage and entourage were already waiting outside.

The young Pope waved his hand and said softly: "This is the boundary of Shu Mountain, we are guests, it is inconvenient to travel like this...... It's still early, and I want to take a walk. ”

The two linen-robed Taoists holding umbrellas looked a little hesitant, glanced at each other, and saw each other's thoughts.

So one of them said softly and firmly: "Your Excellency...... This is a violation of the regulations. ”

Chen Yi had long known that there would be such a set of rhetoric, and he smiled softly: "The regulations are made by people. I'm tired of the carriage and want to walk somewhere...... Can't you do it?"

The pont-robed Taoist took over the words and said cautiously: "The Pope is willing to walk, you should wait for all of us to gather, and then follow and protect, as long as the Pope wants to go, then ...... You can go anywhere in the Great Sui world. ”

Chen Yi looked at the beautiful face in the linen robe, the one who held the umbrella for herself was a pretty young woman, she couldn't see her age and figure in the linen robe, she only felt that under the body, there was the same soul hidden.

He sighed softly and said, "The Thousand Hands Lord of Shu Mountain is the cultivator who has the highest perception in the world of the Great Sui...... Now that Xu Zang's funeral is being held, there are countless masters in the four realms, who can hide a thousand hands? Who dares to take this risk?"

The girl in the linen robe said softly, "Your Excellency, for the sake of safety, please wait for a moment...... I'm going to call Mr. Zhou You. ”

Chen Yi nodded, so the linen-robed Taoist left quickly with an umbrella, waiting in the white wooden carriage outside, the pure white horse snorted, and stepped on the horse's hooves impatiently.

"Let's go. ”

The other linen-robed Taoist couldn't believe his ears, he looked at Chen Yi, and heard the Pope say in a firm tone: "This is my order. ”

Chen Yi walked out of the umbrella, carried the white robe, stepped out of a small puddle, and the linen-robed Taoist who was stunned for a moment hurriedly raised the umbrella to keep up with the emperor to prevent the venerable Pope from getting wet in the rain, and said anxiously: "Your Excellency the Pope...... Could you please wait a moment...... Please ...... Stop for a moment. ”

Chen Yi raised his eyebrows, and did not mean to stop moving forward, he said in a slightly cold voice: "Mr. Zhou You gave up his cultivation and traveled with me, not to be my attendant, but to come to this funeral...... Don't bother Mr. Zhou You, I just want to go out for a walk. Also, don't tell me about the rules, I don't like that. ”

The linen-robed Taoist gritted his teeth and swallowed the two words of rules in his mouth.

"The sea of souls with a thousand hands shrouds Shushan, and it's safe here...... I just wanted to see the scenery. Chen Yi's slightly cold rhetoric just now obviously calmed the linen-robed Taoist, and he said in a soft voice: "Don't worry, go out for a walk with me." ”

Chen Yi looked at the mist of Shu Mountain, the outline of the mountain appeared and disappeared, the hemp robe Taoist beside him, carefully holding the umbrella, was already soaked, and did not dare to let Chen Yi get a trace of rain, the Pope's pace was very fast, and it seemed that he really wanted to see the scenery of Shu Mountain.

I have to say...... This thousand-year-old holy place is indeed a very beautiful place.

The mountain rain is shaky, sparsely populated, and occasionally there is a birdsong, which is cold and solemn, and does not eat the fireworks of the world.

The linen-robed Taoist was suddenly stunned, and he felt the rain lightening...... But this is not the case, his eyes were focused on the body of the Pope, and he was busy handing the umbrella along the way, and only at this moment did he react, it turned out that there was a huge mountain in front of him.

Covered all the rain.

In the distance, you can see the outline of the mountain, which is halved by everything, as if it were made of nature, incredible.

The linen-robed Taoist muttered softly, "This is the ...... The back mountain of Shu Mountain?"

Chen Yi smiled, and he heard an unfamiliar and vague voice.

"Yes. ”

The voice was cold, wooden, and unforgiving, hidden in the mist behind him.

The young Pope turned his head in amazement and saw a shadow smashing over, tearing the entire linen robe to pieces before the sack-robed Taoist had time to react.

There was no sound, no screaming, no screaming.

In the shadow of the canyon, the umbrella that had no shelter from the rain clanged to the ground.

Chen Yi stared at the shadow that came out of the fog, and slammed the linen-robed Taoist to the ground, and there was no sound.

The young Pope took a deep breath, and all the panic and doubts in his mind were forgotten at this moment.

His face was solemn, and he asked word by word, "Do you know who I am?"

The shadow that came out of the fog smiled, and said indifferently: "Of course I know...... My Honourable Pope. ”