On the day of Honghui's death, Hongfeibai practiced swordsmanship in the back mountain for a night.

Like a madman.

At sunrise, on the back mountain, there is a sword qi rushing into the sky, and the sword roars clearly, which lasts for a long time.

Overnight, the Heavenly Sword Gate flew white, from the eighth grade to the seventh grade.

When Wang Anfeng saw him again the next day, the heroic and unruly swordsman had calmed down when he first saw him, but he was only in his twenties, and his sideburns already had a little gray hair, but his aura was becoming more and more stable and calm.

"Wang Shaoxia still wants to stay here for two days?"

The old man in white was sitting on the side of the pavilion, pouring tea for Wang Anfeng in front of him, and his tone of voice was quite peaceful, but there was sword energy between his eyebrows and eyes, which was difficult to underestimate.

He is the boy of the first generation of Heavenly Sword in the Heavenly Sword Sect, accompanied by the Heavenly Sword game in the world, under the influence of his ears and eyes, he has cultivated a powerful swordsmanship, and his internal strength is five grades, even though he is more than eighty years old, it still makes all factions jealous.

Wang Anfeng took the tea, was silent, and said:

"At least wait for Honghui's predecessors to be buried......"

Honghui slashed out the sword with the vitality of a warrior, and his body was shattered, and all that everyone in the Heavenly Sword Gate could leave was a well-dressed mound, which was more or less a thought for others.

The old man was silent for a long time, after all, he just sighed, turned his head to look at the scenery outside the pavilion, and said leisurely:

"Thirty years ago, I sent away the first Heavenly Sword."

"But the old man never thought that I would live to send away the second generation of Heavenly Sword and send Hui'er away......"

"The rivers and lakes, the world, it is really difficult to see clearly......"

Wang Anfeng didn't know how to speak.

You can only raise your hand to drink tea.

The tea is bitter, and the world is vast.

Accustomed to watching the spring moon and autumn wind, how many things are going on in the rivers and lakes, but the Tao is calm.

Is it calm.

Buyun dreams of waking up from an empty house.

subconsciously turned over, but his body stiffened slightly.

There was no familiar body beside her, Bu Yunmeng's body stiffened for a long time, and she seemed to have lost all her strength and fell softly, and her awakened consciousness told her clearly.

The fact that I was left alone.

No husband, no daughters......

The world that I had been familiar with and thought it would last suddenly changed.

When the pain of loss is the most intense, it is not when I think of that thing happening, but when I have temporarily suppressed this emotion, when I think I have let go of the future, but in a casual moment, I find the fact that I have indeed lost, like a thorn in my fingernails, the most subtle, but painful.

There will never be a medicine porridge again.

A vacant umbrella after the rain.

There are things that are either annoyed or happy, but there is no one to talk to.

She and Honghui have been in the same family since childhood, and it took her thirty years to get used to Honghui's existence, but the latter only used a sword to destroy all this in one day.

Bu Yunmeng's palms clenched.

Her heart throbbed so much that she was almost unwilling to accept the fact that she was barely willing to accept it.

The room she had carefully furnished was the place where she could relax, but now it was like a dark whirlpool, pulling her into the abyss of pain and loneliness, and every breath felt an unspeakable pain.

Just when her consciousness was gradually becoming sluggish in this pain, there was a sudden knock on the door outside, very rhythmic, like knocking on the sword body, like playing cold jade, the sound was crisp, echoing in her ears.

Bu Yunmeng lifted a little spirit from his grief.

She looked up in the direction of the door.

After a moment of silence, a young man's calm voice came, saying:

"Master ......"

Bu Yunmeng was in a trance, and it took a long time to recall that it should be the hour at this time.

Daqin attaches great importance to the relationship between master and apprentice, after the morning class of the disciples in the door, there has always been a tradition of asking the master and the mother to ask for peace, in the past, the disciples asked for peace in the morning class, all of which were handled by Honghui, and she was just lazy to close her eyes, as if she was sleeping but not sleeping, and heard the voice of the senior brother, but at this time she was left alone, sitting in bed in a daze.

I don't know how long it has been, Bu Yunmeng only got up and got down with one hand on the bed.

She was still dressed in a sword robe, and she didn't know how she slept last night.

Bu Yunmeng was depressed, raised his hand to tidy up his clothes, and opened the wooden door.

Today is not very early.

The sun was shining, hardly like the sunshine of winter, more like summer or early autumn, bright and piercing, pouring into the room the moment the door was pushed, making it almost impossible for her to open her eyes, barely getting used to it, and opening her eyes.

I saw Hong Feibai, who had a hard expression, standing at the bottom, and behind the young man, he saw familiar disciples one by one.

Hongfei's white eyes were slightly bloodshot, but there was no trace of weakness and collapse, wearing a sword robe, his temples were already slightly white, holding the sword in both hands, he bowed deeply, and said hoarsely:

"Disciple Hong Feibai, please say hello to the master!"

The voice paused, and said:

"May I prosper!"

The disciples behind him followed closely and bowed.

"Disciple You Ruoqian, please say hello to the master!"

"May I prosper!"

"Disciple Ling Hao, please say hello to my master!"

"May I prosper!"

"Disciple ......"

Bu Yunmeng's expression was in a trance, and he looked at it, the entire peak hall was scattered among the clouds, on the jade white stairs, the disciples in sword robes lined up, and saluted her one by one, the sword edge was upside down, and he was determined to rise to the sky, and there was a bell ringing sound on the main peak, which lasted for a long time.

The majestic sect has become a reality.

I'm prosperous.

"You are their master, and after I leave, you will lead them......"

In a trance, Bu Yunmeng seemed to see Honghui's back, the swing of the sword robe was flickering, looking at her sideways, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was complicated.

At this time, in retrospect, the senior brother's voice was full of apologies.

Bu Yunmeng clenched his sword.

Hongfei Bai saluted with his sword, motionless, and the disciples behind him were even more worried, for the death of the master, the blow suffered by the master was the greatest, I don't know if it was okay at this time, if the master died, the master would also ......

When I was feeling uneasy, I heard a familiar voice.

"Get up."

Hongfei's white body paused slightly, and slowly straightened up.

In front of him, in front of the disciples, Bu Yunmeng's expression was resolute, and there was no weakness, which made their hearts settle down, and then they saw that Shi Niang was like the master of the past, holding a simple but square cloud sword, just like the master of the past, walking slowly down the steps.

Many disciples stood up, swords, and followed behind him, descending from the ninety-nine stone steps.

There was a great sound of bells ringing.

The clouds dissipated.

White cranes soar into the sky.

The weather is swinging, and my road is prosperous.

Hong Feibai followed behind Bu Yunmeng and walked forward.

Sect, inheritance......

If this is something you are guarding, then I am willing to protect it.

Bu Yunmeng clenched his sword.

PS: Today's first update......