The smoke faded, Lu Ziyou knelt down in front of Zhong Shuli and Wu Hanxiao, the fat body skin was open, and the former appearance of being alive was now only a fleshy corpse, and Lu Ziyou's head was buried deep in the ground.

Zhu Jinlian looked at the disciples of Xue Jianzhai who had faded like a tide, and the white clothes were floating in the jungle as if they were asking for impermanence.

Nanshan Academy was saved, but not saved.

The master and uncle were dead, and there were not many martial disciples left who could stand still, and even the clouds in the sky had turned jet black.

Without Zhong Shuli and Wu Hanxiao's academy, can it still be called a academy?

Su Ziwei's hands were trembling, I don't know if it was because of her strength or because of her heart.

But he took a deep breath, his hand no longer trembled, wiped the blade of the sword away from the blood, and the clear sword body was returned to the sheath by him, and then he got up and said, "We still have so many people, and the academy is still there." ”

Zhu Jinlian looked at Su Ziwei, and even the martial arts students of Nanshan Academy looked at Su Ziwei.

Su Ziwei: "Master and Uncle are in the spirit of heaven, and they must not want the academy to sink, and the academy must not be destroyed in our hands." ”

"We're going to rebuild the academy!"

A figure suddenly walked out of the void, and Su Ziwei's sword blade came out of the sheath again, but what walked out was an old man with white hair and silver threads, and his face was clearly three points familiar, but there were seven points of strangeness.

The old man's eyes looked around, and in just a moment, the wrinkles on his face disappeared and he returned to his youthful appearance.

"Changfeng?" Su Ziwei said in surprise.

Li Changfeng, looking at the devastated Nanshan Academy, he suddenly saw his senior brother Lu Ziyou, and also saw two corpses lying on the ground, covered with white cloth.

Su Ziwei didn't know what happened to Li Changfeng, but although his face had returned to youth, his hair was still as white as snow, and in Li Changfeng's eyes, Su Ziwei could no longer feel a trace of the young morning sun, only the twilight was heavy.

But at this moment, Su Ziwei found that there was something more in Li Changfeng's eyes.

That's sadness.

Li Changfeng's hands were shaking.

He walked in front of the two corpses, knelt down slowly, lifted the white cloth, and saw Zhong Shuli and Wu Hanxiao, who had closed their eyes.

At this moment, his tears fell in large pieces.

He cried, but tried his best to suppress the sound in his throat, Su Ziwei and Lu Ziyou stood behind Li Changfeng, and heard a whimpering sound like a midnight crow, buried deep in his throat and deep in his heart.

Zhu Jinlian looked at Li Changfeng's lonely back, she felt that Li Changfeng at this time must have cultivated differently than in the past, but he was also very pitiful, it was a kind of loneliness that no one experienced and understood.

Li Changfeng's voice was hoarse: "Who did it?"

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Xie Hongxiang carried a vegetable basket and walked to the main entrance of Tai Ah Dao of Tianque Palace, where sat a man with long hair and a shawl, although he was in rags, but he was sitting in front of Tai Ah Dao, sitting in front of Tai Ah Dao, sitting in a precarious position, with an extraordinary bearing.

Xie Hongmakeup put down the vegetable basket and couldn't help but say, "Why don't you leave yet?"

The man turned his back to Xie Hong, and was facing Tai Ah Dao, opened his eyes and said calmly, "This is my home." ”

If you don't look closely, maybe people who are familiar with it in the past will not find that this person with long hair, shawl and ragged clothes like a beggar is the original high-spirited and unrivaled Prince Xuanxiang of Tianque Palace, but those who were familiar in the past

The people, who have died, those who have been injured, and those who can still walk a little have left the Tianque Palace and gone to the mountains and forests and countryside to hide their names, and they no longer want to have anything to do with this stormy place.

Xie Hongxiang frowned and said: "Even if this was once your home, but now the person sitting on the dragon chair is Zhou Xiuye, if he doesn't kill you now, it's hard to guarantee that he won't kill you in the future, what are you still trying to do?"

Xuanxiang: "My father is dead, my master is dead, my master is dead, all the people around me are dead, in this case, where can I go?"

I can't help but be speechless about the redness makeup.

There is no way to answer the question asked by Xuan Xiang, or the words he said are not an answer at all.

Because there are questions that are destined to have no answers.

Baili Feihua walked into Chang'an City, and she walked slowly alone, with only one person by her side.

Wei Chuting respectfully followed her after three steps, occasionally raising his puzzled eyes and looking at the beautiful back.

Baili Feihua's voice suddenly sounded: "I know what you are thinking. ”

Wei Chuting was shocked in his heart and hurriedly lowered his head.

"You come forward. ”

Hearing this, Wei Chuting took a few steps forward and walked side by side with Baili Feihua.

Baili Feihua looked at the ruins of the Tianque Palace, and a defender suddenly appeared in front of her, looking like the costume of the country of Xisai in the west.

Baili Feihua's footsteps didn't stop, but the two guards didn't seem to be able to see Baili Feihua, and let her walk in, Wei Chuting's eyes widened.

Baili Feihua said, "Are you wondering why I asked you to join me?"

Wei Chuting was silent for a long time and said, "Yes." ”

Baili Feihua: "You look like him, not by your appearance, but by the way you speak and do things." ”

Wei Chuting couldn't help but say: "But Li Changfeng is Li Guhong's only son." ”

Baili Feihua thought about it and didn't think of any suitable words to describe Li Changfeng, so she shook her head mockingly: "Compared with Li Guhong, Li Changfeng is more rebellious, more flamboyant, and more stubborn, but all the characteristics on his body add up, but he is not like his father." ”

After a few words, Baili Feihua and Wei Chuting came to the main city of Chang'an City.

It's just that both of them are surprised that the people here come and go in an orderly manner, although the shops on the side of the street are dilapidated, they have been propped up, women and children with impaired mobility are cleaning the house at the door, and the strong men are in groups of three or five, climbing up and down to repair the roof.

The heat in the lid of the pot went straight up, and everyone had a smile of hope and satisfaction on their faces.

Why is this happening?

Although Baili Feihua had never come to Tianque Palace, he also knew that Zhou Xiuye had slaughtered the royal family, and Chang'an City was full of wolf smoke and the people were displaced, but now it seems that it began to be similar, but the result was different.

A woman in charge of a spoon on the side of the street saw Baili Feihua and recognized her as the young lady of Xisaiguo, so she scooped a few spoonfuls into the bowl, walked over with the bowl and handed it to Baili Feihua and said, "Girl, this is a hot bean curd that has just been baked, you can taste it! Be careful not to burn it." ”

The woman handed over the bowl and turned away, not even asking for money.

Baili Feihua held the bowl in a daze, looking at the hot bean curd that was gently shaking like jade, the oil slick on it fluctuated on the liquid surface, and the strong fragrance looked very attractive.

She boasts that she is the most holy in the world, the head of Xuejian Zhai, the first person in Kyushu, such as

Today, he is helpless in the face of a small bowl of bean curd.

Suddenly, she looked up and saw two people.

A woman, a child.

A graceful woman holds a pink baby in her hands.

Wenren Lixue hugged the night star who was sucking his fingers.

The difference is that Wen Ren Lixue looked at Baili Feihua's eyes full of vigilance, while Night Star looked curiously at this beautiful woman in red.

Baili Feihua put down the bowl in his hand, put the bean curd flat, and then walked towards Wenren Lixue.

Every time she took a step forward, the tension on Wen Ren Lixue's body would increase.

It's just that Baili Feihua walked close enough to Wenren Lixue, but she walked straight over, with her back to Wenren and walked farther and farther.

Wei Chuting bowed slightly to Wen Ren Lixue, and then left with the hundred miles of flying flowers.

At this time, Wen Ren Lixue found that she was completely soaked, and the night star in her arms was ignorant and ignorant, sucking her fingers.

Baili Feihua walked to the main gate of Tianque Palace, and saw this palace that allowed her to recall the past, and she also saw a person with loose hair at the entrance of Tai'a Dao.

But she doesn't care about this, there are too many mediocre people in this world, and it is a world where the strong are respected, but she uses a pitiful posture to win sympathy, which is only an eyesore.

She walked into Tai'a Road without looking back, and suddenly a voice sounded behind her.

"Stop! Tianque Palace is not something you can enter if you want to!"

Baili Feihua's footsteps never stopped, but Wei Chuting turned around and was startled when he saw Xuanxiang.

Xuan Xiang frowned and said, "Why did you come here?"

Wei Chuting: "I came with your honor." ”

Xuan Xiang muttered to himself: "Your Excellency?"

Wei Chuting nodded: "Your Excellency!"

Xuan Xiang suddenly understood who the Venerable One in his mouth was, so his face became more and more ugly.

Wei Chuting said softly: "This place is not peaceful, you leave quickly, that's all, farewell." ”

After saying these words, Wei Chuting turned around and left.

Follow the fiery red figure.

Wei Chuting saw some vicious people with long knives in their hands along the way, but most of these people were traitors to the sect, and after betraying the sect, they went down the mountain to become a hero in the green forest, and Baili Feihua walked past them without squinting, and the steel knife in their hands fell towards the top of Baili Feihua's head, but she was not moved at all.

Wei Chuting pulled out a long sword from the ground and guarded it beside Baili Feihua.

His sword skills were like ice and ink, dancing around him, but anyone who was stabbed by him lost his ability to move like a wax figure, and then the blood red slowly fainted from the wound, and the corpse slowly fell to the ground, and in just a few moments, there were hundreds of corpses on the ground.

Baili Feihua walked all the way along Tai'a Road into the Qiankun Palace.

Wei Chuting went all the way from Tai'a Dao to the Qiankun Palace.

Until, in the shadows, Baili Feihua saw the man in armor sitting on the dragon chair, and there was a woman in a white shirt beside him.

Zhou Xiuye sat in the darkness and saw the fiery red figure that broke the darkness.

Baili Feihua looked at Li Bezhi curiously, but she never looked at Zhou Xiuye curiously.

Zhou Xiuye said coldly: "Who are you?"