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"What's the matter with you?" Ximen Fuxue, who left with Ye Gucheng in his arms, stopped his pace, and his clothes fluttered gently in the snowy wind......

"The battle at the top, the season when the snowflakes fall." Si Nianben didn't want to disturb the sadness of this moment, he looked at the season of the snow slowly falling in the sky in a daze, his godless eyes flashed with a trace of sadness, he looked at the back of Ximen Blowing Snow, and muttered softly: "Recall the forty-three years of dreams, the light is dim and no one says that it breaks the bowels." Do you remember a woman waiting day and night in a small village in Xuanyuan City......

Simon Blowing Snow's body suddenly became cold, it was really cold, he trembled slightly, and his fluttering clothes seemed to move from trembling in his heart. The words choked in his throat were difficult to spit out for a long time, and his voice became hoarse: "She's okay......"

"She's not good, she sealed all her true qi, and as the years go by...... Now, it's gone. Si Nian said lightly.

"Hehe, good walk...... Well walked...... Well walked! His voice began to grow softer, and then he roared loudly. The snow drifted on his face and melted in his heart...... His heart is getting colder and colder, and his people are going farther and farther......

Si Nian could only watch him drift away, and now he didn't have the ability to let Ximen Fuxue go back and return to the place where there was a Wangfu Stone......

"I'm sorry, mother-in-law......" Si Nian murmured, his godless eyes even more confused.

Fengyue's heart was even colder, and she was indifferent through her heart. Ye Gucheng is not only his master, but also the person he respects the most. Ye Gucheng had no heirs, he did everything he could, taught Fengyue all his life's martial arts, and taught him carefully without reservation......

When death comes, when loneliness disperses. Everything that has been, the bitterness of practicing swords when I was young, the loneliness when I was successful in swordsmanship, the flying over Baiyun City, the white-clothed hunting in front of the sea, and the waves in my face...... Everything, including the future, is buried in the story of memories with the rising sun on the horizon. The Legend Under the Tombstones......

It was half a month after Si Nian returned to the Drifting Snow Villa, and he was silent in the pavilion in the garden, his godless eyes slightly empty and miserable.

Desire has just returned from outside. Now, with the help of Mo Chou, he has become the tenth master of the Vulture Palace. Desire is very kind, and many junior sisters in the sect like to follow her to kill monsters and upgrade, and Desire never refuses. So, she's pretty busy almost every day. But no matter how busy she was, she had to rush back before dusk, stay by Si Nian's side, do nothing, and make him a cup of good Biluochun. Then, he sat beside him and watched him close his eyes and meditate.

Si Nian never rejected her, nor did he ask her why she was like this. Since she likes to watch it, let her watch it, why not......

And I also know in my heart that Si Nian hides a person in his heart, a woman who haunts him......

With a light step, it was the current deputy owner of Drifting Snow Mountain Villa who walked in. Si Nian had a rule, seeing that he didn't need to knock on the door, and he didn't need to report it, just go to the door and tell him if he had something. So the quest for knowledge did not knock on the wooden door of the garden.

Qiu Zhi stood three meters in front of Si Nian, bowed slightly, and said softly: "Owner, there is news from the south that tens of thousands of martial arts practitioners in Baiyun City are coming to the Central Plains, saying that they want to kill Ximen Blowing Snow and avenge Ye Gucheng. Among them, there are thousands of people who have reached the level of quasi-first-class masters. ”

Si Nian opened his eyes slightly, this is not good news. Lu Xiaofeng told himself that Ximen Fuxue went to Penglai Immortal Island after the war, until he realized the way of the sword, hid his sword on the island, and returned empty-handed in white.

Si Nian got up, fixed his eyes on Yu Yu, and whispered softly: "He can't die yet, I have to go over ......"

Wanting to talk is not an idiot, she is also a person of the rivers and lakes, and she is a master of the rivers and lakes. She understood how dangerous it was for Si Nian to go this time, although Si Nian's calm and delicate face was colorless. But she wanted to understand what kind of person Si Nian was, even if she was worried, she would not show it on her face, she nodded lightly, and her delicate face smiled slightly: "Be careful on the road." ”

Si Nian didn't give her an answer because he couldn't give an answer. So, he looked outward and walked out indifferently. The black gauze dances gently, wafting with the flowers, leaving a faint tulip fragrance for the desire......

"Take good care of the affairs of the village." After Si Nian nodded respectfully in curiosity, he stepped out of the gate of the Drifting Snow Villa. Seeking knowledge is an interesting person, Si Nian is used to walking alone, so he did not arrange an entourage for Si Nian.

"Owner, don't want to get rid of us this time and go out alone." Outside the Drifting Snow Mountain Villa, Tianlong, who was holding his head in his hands and leaning on the wooden pillar, laughed loudly.

The folding fan in the scholar's hand was gently folded, and the elegant wind leisurely raised his hair, and smiled faintly: "Don't forget that the two of us are the hall masters who are in charge of the battle, since there is a fight, you can't forget us." We don't want to be paid for nothing and not worked. ”

Si Nian swept the two of them, a faint smile crossed the corner of his mouth, and then he jumped into the carriage prepared for him by seeking knowledge, put down the curtain, and an indifferent voice came out: "If you are not afraid of rebirth, come up." ”

Tianlong and the scholar looked at each other and smiled, and their cheeks seemed to be blowing like a breeze. After more than ten years of wandering in the rivers and lakes, when have you ever been afraid of rebirth? The blood has not yet been released!

The rivers and lakes are like oppressive volcanoes, which will continue one after another in the sudden explosion. Ye Gucheng's death actually became a fuse......

The 80,000 dead soldiers of Baiyun City came to the sea angrily and approached the Central Plains Martial Arts. Because no one knew where Ximen Fuxue was, 80,000 dead soldiers sent 10,000 people to ride horses to Piaoxue Villa after hearing that Si Nian was the successor of Ximen Fuxue. Si Nian and the three of them had never gone out to the land of the mountain villa for a hundred miles, and the pioneers of Baiyun City, more than 10,000 people had already stepped into the dust, and the sky was full of wild sand. The horses stepped on the hooves, and more than 10,000 seaside men were dark and strong, unkempt, wearing rope scarves, bare arms and bare necks, carrying knives, and murderous.

On the avenue, Tianlong drove a horse, the scholar sat in the secondary, and Si Nian sat in the carriage with his eyes closed and self-studying.

At this time, Tianlong suddenly received a transmission: "Hall Master, more than 10,000 people from Baiyun City have arrived at the place ten miles outside the city. ”

Tianlong's face changed slightly, it was so fast, he immediately said, "Send a hall over." ”

"Yes."

The sound of the earth shaking reached the ears of Si Nian and the three of them a few miles away. In less than a moment, more than 10,000 people and horses hurriedly came in front of them, shaking the earth and trembling the birds and beasts in the forest on both sides.

Tianlong turned his head: "Zhuang Master, the pioneer team of Baiyun City has arrived." ”

Si Nian asked indifferently, "How many people are there?" ”

Tianlong said: "Ten thousand." ”

Si Nian respects Ye Gucheng very much and admires him very much. However, he will not show mercy to his subordinates because he admires him. Although Si Nian admired their affection and sincerity when he learned that the 80,000 dead soldiers of Baiyun City were seeking revenge on Ximen Blowing Snow.

Si Nian opened his eyes slightly, took the immortal sword that was placed aside in his left hand, and said softly while sorting out his slightly wrinkled clothes.

"Kill it......"

After Tianlong and the scholar received Si Nian's order, Tianlong slapped his left hand, put his feet on horseback, and rushed towards the more than 10,000 dead soldiers with his bare hands.

The scholar smiled indifferently, put the high-level sword of the rivers and lakes on his back, and the frightening sword came out of its sheath in response, turning into three clears with one sword, and the cyan sword wave rushed to the person in front.

"Whew!" The leader of the lead was about to swing his sword and slash at the dragon who was the first to step on the wind. His chest couldn't help but feel cold instantly, and before he could react, he fell off the horse. The horse was startled when its master fell, but it immediately quieted down. Suddenly a man appeared on his back, and the black gauze fluttered gently in the crowd.

Si Nian looked at the horse's head indifferently, and gently stroked it with his left hand: "Don't be afraid of ......"

A string of blood slowly slid down from the tip of the Immortal Sword......

Si Nian sat quietly on the horse, not alarmed or confused, and closed his eyes to self-study.

No one dared to come near him, for everyone who approached him fell from his horse in an instant.

Tianlong and the scholar slaughtered in all directions, and their robes were quietly dyed red by the splashed blood waves......

There was another loud bang, and thousands of people in white clothes fluttering and dressed like snow arrived on horseback, and their chests were embroidered with a blooming blood flower.

The sword light of the Immortal Sword swept away, and it was a hundred screams. Si Nian said indifferently: "Go back to the carriage." ”

As soon as the white light flashed, the immortal sword was placed beside him again, and his eyes were closed quietly.

Tianlong shouted loudly, and his internal strength splashed wildly, injuring dozens of people around him, and then returned to the carriage with the scholars.

"None of them will be left!" The scholar commanded in a deep voice to the thousands of people who had arrived. Then, the thousands of gangs quickly fought with the remaining 7,000 dead soldiers, tearing them apart from the middle and forcing them to both sides of the road. Seeing that the road had been cleared, Tianlong waved the long whip in his right hand, and the two horses neighed and walked away.