Since that day, Xiao Wuye has sent him a message informing him that his vacation is coming to an end. So he had to separate from Ah Tian, return to this place alone.

The master's sword array was broken by his instructions.

When I was studying at Qingya Academy, the academy did not yet have such a huge scale. The construction of the martial arts academy is also in the ascendant, but I didn't expect that now he has become the head of the Confucian sect in the Nether Heaven, and he, a former disciple, has become the enemy of both sides.

Xi Zishi looked at the former school, and his heart gradually rose and sank.

After a moment, he seemed to have made up his mind and walked towards the other end of the back mountain.

Over there, is the place where their master was buried, Qingya Cemetery.

Walking through a forest, surrounded by bamboo trees, he relied on his memory to find the cemetery hidden in the jungle.

The inside and outside are separated by a low wall, but the verdant colors overflow the top of the wall, connecting the two sides.

Xi Zishi jumped lightly from the wall and climbed in, and after a short stroll in it, he found his former mentor.

Ten years of trees, 100 years of people. The teachings of the past are still in my ears. The friendship of fists and fists made Xi Zishi's heart hurt for a while, and after being silent for a while, he slowly knelt down in front of his master's grave.

There were only two haggard white flowers in front of the tomb, and the petals had withered. Xi Zishi looked around for a while, and then carefully took out the prepared offerings, a small pile of paper money, and a few melons and fruits, and respectfully placed them in front of the teacher's tomb.

Taking out the fire fold from his arms, he kicked away the dead branches scattered on the ground around him, and slowly burned the paper money.

The faint light of the fire, burning lonely in front of the grave. There was no wind blowing, and Xi Zishi's eyes stared straight at the flames until they gradually extinguished, leaving a ground of ashes.

He slowly got up and wiped the dust off the tombstone with his sleeve.

He knew that his mentor would not forgive him for this. He didn't ask for forgiveness from his teacher, he just wanted to ask for a little bit of insignificant peace of mind.

After a short silence, Xi Zishi left the cemetery.

…………

And in the stalemate stage, the Qiongtian Palace, the Three Sects and the villains who came to attack, the Nine Devil Shadows continued to see-saw. Although they were able to keep their best alive, in the past few days, the Zongmu Sword Formation and the Rentian Sword Formation had broken one after another, and the righteous people were inevitably a little anxious.

In the past few days, Su Beizhi and Jue Tongjun have also killed many thieves who have infiltrated. I have to say that their rampant is really rare, and it seems that the temptation of the Nine Shadows is indeed not small for these people.

Xi Zishi's quiet entry made the situation more and more tense. The defense of the three sects gradually showed a declining trend, especially the Qingya Academy, which originally played the main role, and this situation was even more prominent.

In the wine alliance, Fu Yunge and others worked hard for days and days, delaying the battle situation, and finally waited for the arrival of wolf dust.

Still a worn-out garment, a rusty knife without a scabbard. Gu Wu's domineering style was fully revealed, which surprised everyone in the Wine Alliance.

Fu Yunge, Dongfang Shiming and others hurriedly greeted them after hearing the news. Poinsettia plum is also among them, and he is also implicated in the Tianjiang Five Knives of that year.

The wolf dust smoke was blocked in the doorway, and it looked a little unpleasant. Dongfang Shiming hurriedly gave the order to give way, and they were able to meet in the wine alliance.

Originally, the wolf dust's eyes were as cold as stagnant water, but when he saw Fu Yunge, that kind of look was dissolved.

“…… It's you, boy. ”

He sighed, a stiff smile.

Fu Yunge smiled at him: "Yes, I didn't expect to meet alive." Wolf dust senior, it's me. ”

Thinking of what happened in the sand wall at that time, Wolf Chenyan admired Fu Yunge. He then breathed a sigh of relief and said lightly: "If there is anything, I can help, you just say it." ”

Dongfang Shiming heard him say so happily, and knew that it must be because of Fu Yunge. So he pushed Fu Yunge and asked him to explain their plan to Wolf Chenyan in person.

Fu Yunge then took two steps forward, and everyone paced towards the main hall. On the way, he described their arrangement in detail with Wolf Dust, who listened attentively and seemed to be trying his best to digest the plan that was quite complicated for him.

Walking into the hall, Fu Yunge told him about the situation again, and he finished talking when he brought the tea.

Dongfang Shiming then briefly told him the reason for doing this, after all, considering that the wolf dust does not ask about the world, I am afraid that there will be mistakes.

Although he still didn't understand it, he at least remembered it carefully. He nodded slowly from time to time, as if he was having an epiphany about what he had just said.

Poinsettia Mei looked at him, and waited for everyone to finish talking about all the matters, and then slowly spoke: "Wolf knife, see you for a long time." ”

Wolf Chenyan looked up at him a little strangely, but he still had some hesitation in his heart. He had stayed in the Snow Desert for many years, and his memories from a long time ago had been sealed, as if now he could only keep in his mind the events since his comeback, as well as the past of the Heavenly Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion.

Seeing that he was a little confused, Poinsettia Mei then continued: "Seeing the death of Chengfeng's predecessors, it is a pity that I could not go to mourn in person back then. ”

Wolf Chenyan listened to him talk about Jianchengfeng, and seemed to have a little impression. It seemed that they had fought side by side during the last catastrophe, but it was vague, and he couldn't remember the details.

Seeing him like this, Poinsettia Mei was no longer reluctant, but smiled faintly: "When we meet again today, I hope you and I can still pay for the right path of the world as we did back then." ”