The dragon halberd's palace was moved into a mess, and all the soil on the ground was turned out. Su Bezhi could see that there seemed to be signs of starting a formation, but he didn't know anything about it.

In a daze, from the dimly lit main hall, a disciple with tears on his face suddenly turned out.

The disciple held a stack of yellow paper in his hand, and his walking posture was dull, like a puppet with empty feelings. Su Bezhi finally saw the living man, and hurriedly ran over, trying to find him to find out.

The disciple saw someone running towards him and looked up slowly.

When Su Bezhi approached, he found that the yellow paper in the disciple's hand was full of names.

The faint light was blocked by the disciple's body, and the handwriting on the yellow paper was difficult to distinguish. Su Bezhi just wanted to grab it and take a closer look, but he saw that the disciple shrank back as if frightened, making Su Bezhi scratch it empty.

But at that moment, he saw the word "palm" appear in front of him.

Suddenly, he felt an electric shock shake all over his body. Seeing that the spirit of the disciple in front of him seemed to have been stimulated, he no longer tried to fight, but trembled his lips and asked slowly, "Master Long...... He...... What's going on?"

Only then did the disciple see that the embarrassed person in front of him was the previous distinguished guest of Su Beizhi, and the timidity in his eyes subsided slightly.

He stretched out his hand and shook the yellow paper in his hand: "Master...... Already ......"

Su Bezhi didn't dare to listen any more. He suddenly felt a blackness in front of him, and his slightly recovered physical strength seemed to be dissipated suddenly, and he didn't even have the strength to support his body.

At this moment, from the main hall, a familiar figure slowly walked out.

Su Beizhi raised his head and saw that the person who came was Long Tao. He was now wearing a strip of white cloth tied to his forehead, and there was some dust on it, as if he had just kowtowed.

The face is withered, and at first glance it even looks like a piece of rotten wood. Su Bezhi looked at him hesitantly, his pupils constricted, his eyelids constantly beating.

Long Tao saw Su Beizhi and slowly walked towards him. His steps were unsteady, his sluggish color was visible to the naked eye, and he didn't have the slightest strength in his body.

"Boss...... Let's go. ”

As he approached, he slowly raised his head, his gloomy tone full of sadness and despair.

Looking at this young man who matured a lot in an instant through the light, Su Beizhi had no other thoughts in his heart except sadness.

At that time, the hidden weapon that injured the boss was contaminated with poison. After returning to the sect, the head of the sect did not even survive to receive medical treatment, because of serious injuries and weakness, the poison quickly eroded his last life.

The disciple slowly handed the yellow paper to Su Bezhi. After he took it, he read the names listed on it one by one. Long Tao looked at him, rock-like and unmoving.

It took a long time for Su Bezhi's hands to sink slowly.

"Unexpectedly...... Such. He opened his mouth, as if he had a lot to say, but after a long silence, he spat out only a short sentence.

Long Tao looked at him, his eyes were red, and he looked like he was crying blood, as if he had already dried his tears.

The two most grateful teachers in his life went to Huangquan together.

It seems that beside his shoulders, there is no familiar figure who is willing to shelter himself from the wind and rain. It seems that I woke up at night, but suddenly found that the original ordinary days were so far away.

The lamp moth fights the fire and hangs the lamp with his life. Halfway through, I didn't have time to say a short goodbye.

Leaving behind the earnest teachings of the past, echoing in the ears. The words are unforgettable, but at this moment, it seems to be oozing blood, and the heart aches.

The dragon owl was also killed in the melee, and his halberd still stood arrogantly at the bottom of the cliff, as if waiting for his master's return. The grievances and grievances are clear, only sighs are left, and the hegemony has turned into sorghum, but it is difficult to hide the bone marrow of the hero.

A few pieces of yellow paper, and there are many names on them. The last one was completely blank, and Long Tao explained that it was for those who were missing or could not be verified.

Su Beizhi raised his head, but he couldn't suppress the heartache. He sniffed, and it took a long time for him to let out a slow breath towards the deep night sky.

The three more are leaked, and the night clouds are scattered. The black cry sounded through the mountains.

"What are your plans for the future?"

The people who had already entered the temple could barely contain the emotions poured out in their hearts. Su Bezhi sat on the chair and turned his head to ask Long Tao.

"I ......" Long Tao turned his head to look at the row of houses behind the hall, where the second master who was recuperating was housed, "The dragon halberd has been hit hard this time, I want to assist the second master to rectify first." As for the ...... after that"

He slowly closed his eyes, as if sleepy: "...... I'm going to the pure world. ”

Su Bezhi was slightly stunned, wanting to express his doubt. But he thought about it for a moment, and finally just nodded.

"Tomorrow morning, the combined forces will hold a discussion meeting at the Zhenshan Halberd Mountain Gate, which should be about rectification or something. Long Tao turned his head to look at him and pushed the already cold teacup on the table, "You will go too." ”

Su Bezhi looked at the floating image reflected in the teacup, thought for a moment, and finally agreed, "I'll pass." ”

There was no one else in the huge main hall except for the two.

And at this moment, Dongfang Shiming, who was far away at the Zhenshan Halberd Mountain Gate to coordinate the combined army, also slowly raised his head and looked into the blurry distance.

The stars in the distant sky twinkled, and the morning light that had not yet come was in contact with it. A thousand peaks are verdant, shaking the traces of night in the remnants of the wind and waves.

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