The group sat in front of the inn with a disgraced face, and seven or eight big men with big shoulders and round waists surrounded them.

Passers-by pointed and pointed, and the three of them lowered their heads to hide their faces, but Xuan'er and Woo were still unaware and still playing on the side.

This dilemma lasted until Mr. Wei carried his large wooden box on his back, hummed a little song, and returned to the inn leisurely. The old gentleman didn't ask much and helped the three of them pay for the drink.

The old man was quite reasonable, and seemed to know their predicament, so he proposed a solution.

"The old man is really hard to support the stall every day, if the three of them come to help the old man, the house money and meal money along the way will be counted as wages, although it will not be able to fish and meat every day, but it will not be too embarrassing. ”

Mr. Wei's method quickly got Chu Qiuli's response, and the middle-aged man also understood that now only this Mr. Wei is a reliable thigh, and there is no trace of the righteous indignation when he condemned the other party before.

Xu Han and Ning Zhumang didn't think about it, so they agreed.

......

Xia Zichuan is nine months pregnant, and she may give birth at any time.

Thinking of the life that was about to be born, a rare smile appeared on Song Yueming's face.

Maybe it was because she was pregnant, Xia Zichuan became a little drowsy, and when it was time, the other party still didn't mean to get up, Song Yueming gently stroked the girl's beautiful cheeks, then sat up and put on the purple robe.

"Hall Master, Elder Sikong, please go to the Jishi Mansion to talk about it. At this moment, a respectful voice came from outside the house.

Song Yueming's dressing action paused slightly at that time, and then responded in a deep voice: "Got it." ”

Since returning to the mountain gate, Si Bai has ordered the mountain gate to be closed.

Nearly 20,000 disciples from all over the sect began to practice the sword technique he had given him with all their might.

Song Yueming walked on the Hanging River Peak, and everywhere he could see were those disciples who practiced swordsmanship like crazy demons, whether it was Confucianism or medicine in the past, they were abandoned, and all the disciples only practiced swordsmanship.

At the same time, Si Bai has also established an extremely strict hierarchy.

Each level of disciple has its own goal, and once they can't achieve it on time, they will be sent to the so-called life fighting platform, and they will fight in pairs, and only those who are alive are qualified to continue their cultivation.

Therefore, under such a powerful oppression, the cultivation progress of these disciples can be described as rapid, and the more than 23,000 disciples of the Linglong Pavilion have also been sharply reduced to more than 18,000 in just half a year.

The entire Linglong Pavilion is shrouded in a gloomy atmosphere, and even from a distance, it is not difficult to find that the sky above the Linglong Pavilion seems to be shrouded in a layer of dark clouds, always gloomy, and the center of this dark cloud is the mansion called Jishifu on the top of the Hanging River Peak.

Song Yueming stood in front of the mansion, took a deep breath, and then pushed open the door of the mansion, and walked into it.

If Linglong Pavilion is a world of gray and foggy, then the Jishi Mansion at this moment is a deep pitch black.

And in the depths of this pitch darkness, a pair of scarlet eyes swayed like ghosts.

"Song Yueming visited the master. Song Yueming bowed his hand respectfully to the owner of those eyes, and said so.

"Hmm. After a long silence, a hoarse voice sounded, "How is Zichuan?"

"Master Xie cares, Zichuan is in good condition, and she will give birth soon. Song Yueming continued, her attitude still respectful.

"Have you decided on a name?" asked the man on the stage again.

"Xu Lai. ”

"Xu Lai, Song Xu Lai, Shang Ke. The person on the stage nodded, and then put away his interest in continuing the topic, and he added, "The people of the Long Night Division have come to me. ”

"Huh?" Song Yueming was slightly stunned when she heard this, "Isn't the Long Night Division already..."

"The hundred-legged insect is dead but not stiff, let alone the Long Night Division?" The person on the stage interrupted Song Yueming's doubts and continued: "He wants to invite me to conspire with great things, and he also has the support of the Senluo Palace behind him, why do you think it is?"

What does the big thing refer to, Song Yueming was clear, he looked at the scarlet long sword lying on the side of the old man with the corner of his eye, and asked quietly: "Master's dragon qi backlash last time was enough for Shizun to recuperate for half a year, that Yuwen Nanjing is known as the first holy emperor of the ages, and it is said that the dragon qi gathered in his body is only a few points worse than the emperor of the previous dynasty of the great unification, Master..."

"You don't have to worry about this, I have my own measure, you just have to say yes or no. The Taishang person interrupted Song Yueming's words again.

"What does the master want?" But Song Yueming didn't seem to hear the old man's displeasure at all, and asked again.

It was just a short sentence in a calm tone, but it seemed to poke the pain in the old man's heart, and his voice suddenly became a little higher at that time.

"The old man has always been just the inheritance of Linglong Pavilion, and there is nothing else!"

"The inheritance of Linglong Pavilion?" Song Yueming heard this, the corners of his mouth hooked up a smile, but there was no intention to argue, he bowed respectfully to the old man again, "The disciple knows, everything depends on the master." ”

Si's blank eyes narrowed, and he stared at Song Yueming for a long time, as if he wanted to see his mind thoroughly.

But the young man's face was as calm as ever.

In the end, Si Bai still found nothing, he sank his eyes, and said, "I know, you can step down." ”

......

Song Yueming left Jishi Mansion and did not rush back to his residence, but went to the mountainside of Hanging River Peak alone.

At that time, there was a wasteland that was rarely visited, but on the wasteland stood silently three graves, which were overgrown with weeds, and they seemed to have not been taken care of for a long time because of the arrival of winter.

There are no tombstones in front of the grave, and no one will come to worship.

After all, judging from Si Blank's logic, it is the greatest mercy to let these people settle in the ground.

Song Yueming stood in front of the grave and kowtowed to the grave one by one, of course, he only kowtowed to two of them, and the other one he knew very well, but it was just an empty tomb.

After doing this, Song Yueming stood up.

And he cleared the weeds from the grave one by one, and this was the reason for this.

But he was depressed, and he did not depart, but stood upside down on the mountainside, looking around.

The time had reached noon, and the midday sun was just right, but it couldn't shine through the haze shrouded in the sky above Linglong Pavilion, and the disciples at the foot of the mountain were still practicing without sleep or food, shouting and screaming endlessly.

"Inheritance..."Song Yueming muttered such words in a dream, and her cold eyebrows showed some signs of loosening.

"Hanging the pot to help the world, saving the life and helping the wounded..."

"It's the inheritance..."

Song Yueming sighed, and at this time, a fresh breeze blew in his face, blowing his clothes and ruffling his hair.

He suddenly remembered the conversation with Xia Zichuan a few days ago.

"Husband, have you decided what name you want to choose, child?" the girl asked softly in his arms.

"Xu Lai. ”

"Xu Lai, how do you feel that it has something to do with your brother Xu?" the girl blinked, a little dissatisfied.

"Along the way, Brother Xu has taught me a lot, but this matter has nothing to do with him. Song Yueming shook his head and said.

"What about the boy?" asked the man in his arms, who had always been reasonable, and did not dwell too much on this question.

"Xu Lai. ”

"Why is it called Xu Lai, does this name have any meaning?"

......

Song Yueming didn't answer Xia Zichuan's question at that time after all.

At this moment, he was standing on the mountainside, the breeze was blowing, and suddenly his heart moved, and he slowly stretched out his hand, as if to hold the breeze.

But at that time, he said quietly: "Because although the breeze is coming, it will come eventually..."

After saying that, the purple-robed young man looked sideways at the three barren mounds behind him, and smiled.

"Guys, are you right?"