Snow, this is the only view that can be seen in the Tianshan Mountains, no matter what angle you look at, there is only snow left in the Tianshan Mountains. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info In the highest position in the sky, an old man stood on the top of the mountain, his white robe blended perfectly into the snowy scene, making it impossible to tell whether he was melting into the heavens and the earth, or the heavens and the earth were melting into him..... His eyes were looking far away, he was looking at the people who were rushing to the heavens, and he was also looking at the rivers and lakes.

This old man is none other than the ancestor of the Tianshan Sect, no one knows how long he lived, and no one knows how he survived, it's not that he was forgotten... But all those who had been with him had died, and he had lived too long.

The Wuming monk of Jinshan Temple said that this old man was his comrade-in-arms, but this old man's arm was not broken, so maybe they fought together a long time ago, maybe it was the era of the Purple Yihou. Monk Wuming also said that he may be one of the people who killed Xia Jian, so who could he be? Among the last few people who survived, Hu Yanxiu died, Wang Shiheng also died, and Gusu Tu, who had a broken arm, also died......

Then this old man can only be one person, and he only said one sentence in the whole process, "The world is too small, if you can tolerate a sword, then you can't tolerate others." No one knows, because whether it is the ancestor of the Tianshan Sect or the mysterious person who survived at the end, they are all too mysterious, just like the Tianshan Mountains covered in deep snow, except for the snow on the surface, no one knows what else is in the Tianshan Mountains.

"It's really interesting, gathering heroes from all over the world to punish demons..... Hahaha, hero, demon ........ It's really interesting. The old man said something inexplicably and laughed out loud. As the inexplicable laughter passed, the heavens and the earth returned to silence.

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Wudang, the state religion of the Tang Dynasty in the past, was one of the most prosperous sects in the world in the past, but now only the little Taoist priest remains..... The rest of the people have all passed away with the Tang Dynasty, the state religion, the state religion, where did the country come from.

But today's Wudang Mountain is lively again, and many Jianghu people have come to Wudang Mountain again. In the council hall of Wudang, there was a group of old acquaintances, led by the former head of the Spirit Sword Sect, Zi Xie, who was sitting in a wheelchair, he was now almost sixty years old, and he was already old.

The purple evil in the wheelchair slowly spoke: "Everyone, it's been a long time..... In the letter, I have already stated the reason, you can come to the appointment, and the purple evil is here to say thank you. ”

"Amitabha... There are two choices, punishing demons and saving demons, and Lao Ga is still more willing to choose the latter. If you do the act of punishing the demons in the Tianshan Mountains, then the rivers and lakes will die....." A merciful Buddha call remembered, who is not the enlightened monk of Jinshan Temple.

That Zhuang Yun had been teasing his sister Yang Yue'er on the side, and after listening to the old monk's words, he couldn't help but reply: "The old monk is right!

After listening to Zhuang Yun's words, the great monk couldn't help but sigh and replied: "Little Zhuang Yun, you want to join in the fun of the adult's affairs, you leave, what should you do with this sister?"

Xiang Yue'er on the side listened to the words of the great monk, and then raised her head and stared at Zhuang Yun seriously, this is her only relative, is my brother leaving?

Seeing this, Zhuang Yun replied with a soft smile: "Don't worry, your brother is just going to leave for a few days, and you have to be obedient during my absence." ”

Yang Yue'er laughed happily when she heard Zhuang Yun's words, but what her brother said was true, because her brother said that he would take care of Nan Nan forever. The people next to him looked at the little girl's smile, and they all suddenly fell silent.

"Can you save him?" After a long time, a cold voice came, and the cold voice was full of worry. It was the "Cloud Fairy" of Qingcheng Mountain who spoke, the little Yun'er who used to accompany Moda down the mountain, she pulled her heart down when she was in Chang'an, and it seemed that the survival of the entire rivers and lakes was not as important as the person in her heart.

After hearing her words, the crowd fell silent again...... But some things are not a question of if, but of whether to do or not to do.

After a while, the purple evil in the wheelchair said softly: "To save him is to save the rivers and lakes, to save the rivers and lakes is to save him, do what we should do, and leave the rest to God." ”

As the purple evil finished speaking, everyone fell silent again.

"Amitabha...... The little Taoist priest went down the mountain. After a while, the Great Monk Wuming broke the silence.

After Xiao Yun'er heard this, she smiled and said, "Isn't he with us?" That's right, this stupid Taoist priest is always different from others. It is not difficult to hear from the words that she and the little Taoist priest are old friends.

"Hehe, that's three paths, the first for the little Taoist, and the second for us..... If we all fail, then we can only pray that the third path of the Tianshan faction fails... Pretty some. It was Zhuang Yun who spoke, and when he finished speaking, he walked out of the hall with Yang Yue'er on his back.

With Zhuang Yun's departure, the rest of the people also left one after another, leaving Xiao Yun'er alone, she gently clubbed her chin with her palm, and she didn't know what she remembered, and a smile appeared on her cold face from time to time.

Halfway up Wudang Mountain, the little Taoist priest was slowly walking down the mountain, he was walking very slowly, as slow as his master's footsteps when he left Wudang. The reason why they are walking slowly is the same, because they know in their hearts that they will never come back to Wudang, this is the last time they will walk the road of Wudang, watch the clouds of Wudang, and listen to the wind of Wudang......

"Huh~Huh~~" In a gust of cold wind, white velvet snowflakes floated in the sky. The snowflakes hit the little Taoist priest one by one, as if they were preventing the little Taoist from going down the mountain.

The little Taoist priest gently picked up a few snowflakes with his hand, but the snowflakes did not melt in his hands. I saw the little Taoist gently blowing up the snowflakes in his hand, and then smiled lightly and said, "I'm sorry, this time, the little Taoist really won't come back." After speaking, the little Taoist priest accelerated his pace down the mountain, and in the heavy snow, only a wisp of his back remained.

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He was now in the tavern where he had grown up, and where the old man used to sit, he was looking out the window at the stream. It seems that everything is not convenient, the hotel still has no name, and the stream still flows into the distance...... The scenery is still the same, what about the people?

Suddenly, there was a "bang", and the little bell slammed open the tavern door and ran in, and then shouted: "Daddy, Daddy, the plum blossom is blooming!"

When Lianhu heard Xiao Ling'er's words, he suddenly laughed on his face, and then he went downstairs and picked up Xiao Ling'er and walked towards the plum garden next to the stream. I saw the snowflakes hitting the branches one by one, and Aomei finally bloomed the first petals in the wind and snow, and the moment the flowers bloomed, the fragrance dispersed to the surroundings. The fragrance of plum blossoms did not dissipate because of the ice, snow or cold wind, on the contrary, the fragrance of plum blossoms spread farther.

There is a tomb in the plum blossom bush, and the tombstone reads "Tomb of Beloved Wife Feng Mu'er." With the sound of footsteps, Pian Hu walked to the grave with Xiao Ling'er in his arms, and Pian Hu gently placed the umbrella in his hand on the grave. Then the two of them stood quietly in the snow, not ..... They weren't two people, they were a family of three, and they were watching the snow drift and the plum blossoms blooming........

The plum blossom is in full bloom, its fragrance melts into the snow with the wind, and the snow falls in the stream, it turns into water, and flows into the distance with the stream, and at the same time brings the most beautiful taste to the distance.

I don't know how long the time has passed, until the plum fragrance is fragrant, and the poor tiger said softly: "Mu'er, Ling'er and I are going out....... But I promise you, the next time we come back, we'll never leave again. ”