It was already late at night, Fan Xian stood alone next to the sword pit, looking at the dense pit in the pit, like rice, and like a sword piercing the tip of the sky dome in a daze, the position he was standing at this time was exactly the position where Wang Shisanlang was standing before. In fact, when he had the last conversation with Si Gu Jian in the middle of the room, he vaguely heard the silent crying of Thirteen Lang, crying silently, but in fact, there was still a sound.

At that time, there was no one in the depths of the sword house, and the issues discussed by Si Gu Jian and Fan Xian were too important, and even the sword boy was driven far away, leaving only Thirteen Lang to guard outside the house. Fan Xian understands that Si Gu Jian uses this to express his attitude, he trusts his closed apprentice, Fan Xian also trusts Thirteen, the future of Dongyi City depends on the cooperation between Thirteen Lang and Fan Xian, and Si Gu Jian wants Thirteen Lang to learn more from this conversation, Fan Xian also hopes that Thirteen Lang can understand different things from the domineering skills he dictated.

This was a silent mutual reference with each other's tacit understanding, but Wang Shisanlang fell into a gloomy mood at that time, and he didn't know how much he listened to and how much he understood.

The disciple of Jianlu entered the house silently, Fan Xian naturally would not go in again, he would not be so arrogant as to think that Gu Jian would really regard himself as the most important and closest young man in the world because of his mother's relationship and these few faces, and he was willing to stay with a Qingchen before he died.

When the Great Grandmaster was dying, of course he was willing to stay with the thirteen disciples he had cultivated.

At this time, Sigu Jian should be in the house to explain the aftermath, many of these aftermath are related to Fan Xian, or Dongyi City must cooperate with Fan Xian's matters, Fan Xian is inconvenient to eavesdrop, sighed, and walked towards the outside of the sword house.

I don't know if Sigu Jian's last life can suppress Yun Zhilan's backlash, and Fan Xian has no way to determine this matter.

Walking out of the gate of the Sword Mansion, the subordinates of the Supervision Yuan and the ceremonial officials of Dongyi City greeted them, their faces different and heavy. Fan Xian shook his head, and then, accompanied by everyone, walked towards the mountain residence.

What are you waiting for? Waiting for the fall of a generation of strongmen, waiting for a meteor to fall from the sky when a great grandmaster leaves this world? Fan Xian sat on the chair, holding his jaw and meditating, the insects around the sword house gradually rose, the frogs were born, the breeze was bright and the moon was bright, the sea breeze in the distance was slightly wet and salty, and the moon shadow was blurred.

At this time, he sat on the edge of the cliff of the mountain dwelling, looking at the grass house building at the foot not far from the stone gate, and let the moonlight shine on his body, adding a bit of chill that was out of season. The faint light in the depths of the grass house has been on, it seems to be bright forever, and the dying Sigu Sword should still be making the final explanation to his disciples, I don't know if there will be any disputes in the house at this time, and there will be any changes.

The thirteen sons of Jianlu, the worship of the Sigu Sword comes from the heart, presumably no one will dare to deceive the master and destroy the ancestors, but what about Yun Zhilan?

Fan Xian squinted at the faint light in the depths of the grass, suddenly looked up at the moon, looked at the moon marks that crossed a long trajectory in the sky, and found that he was sitting and waiting on the mountain dwelling, several hours had passed, and the night was so deep that it could never be pulled back.

When he looked back, he saw that in the flower garden halfway up the mountain, the wind moved the petals, and a shadow quietly came to his side along the angle of the moon.

Fan Xian asked softly, "Healed from your injuries, why don't you stay in Jiangnan and come back?"

The shadow stood in the shadow of the stone gate, looked indifferently at the grass hut under the mountain, and said, "No one knows that I am coming back. ”

Fan Xian had always been worried that His Majesty the Emperor would be suspicious and murderous towards Chen Pingping because of the relationship between the shadow and the Sigu Sword, so he forcibly sent the shadow back to Jiangnan, but he didn't expect the other party to suddenly appear in Dongyi City at this time. Without thinking too much, Fan Xian knew why the shadow was here, and sighed and said, "Do you still hate him now?"

The shadow was silent for a moment and then said, "Hate." But by the time the sword plunged into his chest, the hatred had already been revealed. ”

"It's just that there are some things I still don't understand. The shadow looked at the faint light in the grass hut and said, "Even if my father was indifferent to him back then, my mother was harsh on him, and everyone in the house humiliated him, but after all, he was his relative, why did he kill him?

Fan Xian looked at him and said, "You're not dead, are you?"

The shadow's body shook slightly, it was obvious that his injuries had not healed, and the injuries in his body made his mind not as strong as it had been in his heyday.

"He's going to die. ”

"Everyone dies. Fan Xian sat under the stone gate, gently patted the rough stone surface, and said, "It's already shocking that your eldest brother can live for so long. ”

............ The lights in the depths of the Grass Sword House were extremely dim, and it seemed that they could be extinguished at any time. The thin Si Gu Jian had already sat up from the quilt, washed his face once, combed his hair again, and on his indifferent face, a majesty that people dared not look at directly reappeared.

Yun Zhilan, the first disciple of the Sword Mansion, supported Shizun's arm and helped him sit on the bed, Wang Shisanlang brought the basin outside, poured the sewage into the sword pit of the Holy Land, and then went back to the house to help the senior brother hold Shizun. The thirteen sons of Jianlu, except for the first apprentice and the young apprentice beside Si Gu Jian, the remaining eleven apprentices all knelt in front of the collapse, their faces were smiling, and some of them had occasional wet marks in the corners of their eyes.

Si Gu Jian stared at the third and fourth elders with a clear and indifferent gaze, did not specifically explain their matter, and asked softly, "What I said earlier, can you remember?"

The disciple of Jianlu kowtowed accordingly: "Obey the orders of the master." ”

The aftermath of Dongyi City was settled in this way, although the disciples of Jianlu had already guessed the mind of the master from the movements in the past few months, but they did not expect that the master would actually bet such a big bet on Fan Xian and support it so comprehensively. It's just that at this time, all the disciples were confused, sad, and afraid, but none of them dared to raise any objections in front of the master.

Even Yun Zhilan remained silent.

The speed at which Si Gu Jian spoke became more and more gentle, and the emotion on his face became lighter and lighter, more and more like the uninjured, the moody great master who did not show his appearance. Yun Zhilan was supporting the master on the side, his heart was empty, knowing that this was a return to the light, and an uncontrollable feeling of sadness began to permeate the room.

And Thirteen Lang may have cried enough before, but at this time he is extraordinarily calm.

"What time is it?" asked Si Gu Jian in a hoarse voice after taking two deep breaths.

"It's almost dawn. Yun Zhilan replied respectfully and gently. The transmission of Dongyi City's last words this night took a whole night, and I don't know what kind of afterhand Sigu Jian laid after sending Dongyi City out with both hands.

"Whatever you do, once you make up your mind to do it, you have to do it to the extreme. Just like after Jianlu, since I chose him, you have to help him to the extreme, since it is a big gamble, you have to press all the capital, any self-questioning and repetition is an unbearable pain for Dongyi City, do you understand?"

Si Gu Jian sat on the bed, his eyes slowly brushing over the disciples on the ground, and finally landed on Yun Zhilan's face.

Yun Zhilan was silent for a long time and nodded.

Si Gu Jian smiled slightly, he knew his eldest disciple too well, as long as he promised something, he would definitely do it.

"Help me go to the mountains to see, it's getting dawn, I think...... Look. An unlucky ho ho sound suddenly sounded in the chest of the Si Gu Sword, which sounded like the sound of water beckoning from the Stygian Spring under the loess, and the face of the Great Grandmaster began to show a strange whiteness.

Yun Zhilan mourned in his heart, and tightened his master's thin arm, and on the other side, Wang Shisanlang also held the other arm of Sigu Jian. The two senior brothers glanced at each other, and carefully helped Si Gu Jian off the bed.

The second disciple of Jianlu, who knelt in front of the bed, knelt in front, supported Si Gu Jian's feet as fast as he could, and put on the pair of straw sandals that were a little rotten for him, but Si Gu Jian had been in bed for more than a month, and the toxin injuries had fully erupted, and the two pairs of feet had already been swollen.

Si Gu Jian didn't seem to feel anything, just sighed comfortably. The second disciple knew that Shizun's feet were no longer conscious, so he gently stroked the feet, and tears dripped onto the stone slab in front of the bed.

............ The moon is like a hook, gradually disappearing in the gray sky, and most of the sky above Dongyi City is still pitch black and dark blue, only the east side is exposed to the white of the fish's belly. Fan Xianbei, who had been sitting at the stone gate all night, felt tired and rubbed his temples to keep himself from falling asleep. Suddenly, he opened his eyes, Huo Ran got up, and watched the lights in the depths of the grass house suddenly go out, knowing that the aftermath of Dongyi City had been explained...... Then, however, he saw a scene that would stick in his heart for many years to come.

In the distance, the Sigu Sword wearing sackcloth, the thin and short Sigu Sword, with the support of Yun Zhilan and Wang Shisanlang, and accompanied by all the disciples of the Sword Mansion, walked out of the Grass Mansion, and walked along the mountain path of the Grass Mansion, extremely difficult and extremely silent, and even solemnly walked towards the back mountain of the Sword Mansion.

The shadow stood behind Fan Xian and also saw this scene, silent and speechless.

Faintly, it seems that he can see the sword that has run out of oil and the lamp is dry, and in the process of the disciple helping him up the mountain, he glanced back, and that glance was at the stone gate of the mountain residence, I don't know if he was looking at Fan Xian, who was pinning on the future of Dongyi City, or the shadow of the younger brother who represented the childhood memories of Dongyi City.

Fan Xian and Shadow stood silently at the gate of the mountain, watching the procession move towards the top of the mountain, the two of them stood straight, perhaps to show their respect for this great master.

The Great Grandmaster's body was thin and short, and with the support of Yun Zhilan and Wang Shisanlang, he was almost out of sight, the sackcloth on his body was floating in the morning breeze, and his feet in straw sandals did not touch the ground at all.

The mountain behind the grass house is not high, and there is a whole mountain from the mountain gate where Fan Xian and the others are located, not far apart, and after a while, Jian Lu and his party climbed to the top of the mountain.

Chaorì on the eastern sea also jumped out of the quiet coastline and climbed up at this time.

Fan Xian squinted and saw the first ray of light in the world, just like that, he crossed the sea, through the houses in Dongyi City, through the breath of the world, through the gap of the green trees, on the hill behind the grass house, on the body of the disciples of the Sword House in Dongyi City, and on the face of the thin great master at the front.

A faint golden light suddenly appeared on the face of the Great Grandmaster, although he had reached the end of his life, although his body was weak and thin, he suddenly stood above all living beings. It's not a sword intent momentum, it's just a feeling of this person's existence.

Fan Xian looked at the top of the mountain, and among the crowds, he could only see him.

............ Si Gu Jian stood on the side of the small cliff with a calm face, letting the warm, familiar sunlight hit from the other side of the sea. He squinted slightly, sniffing the air of Dongyi City, sniffing the breath here, silently without saying a word, not knowing what he was thinking in his heart, not knowing if it was at the moment of death, the past history, the past qiē, became several pictures in the mind of the great grandmaster, accompanied by the golden light of the rising sun, constantly changing in front of his eyes.

Ants under the tree, friends covered with black cloth, younger brother, rain, dead man, burning house, sword, sword pit, rotten cloth and garbage in the pit, apprentice, still apprentice, sword, big sword, heavenly sword, one sword across the world, one sword to protect the city, the city is not broken, the sword is not broken, but the man is going to die.

Si Gu Jian blinked his somewhat godless eyes, dispelled the illusion in the morning sun, and tried his best to stand higher, see farther, and see the real thing, but his feet were not strong, and his vision was a little blurry.

Yun Zhilan and Wang Shisanlang sensed the master's thoughts and quickly helped him up.

Si Gu Jian suddenly felt that his vision became clearer, he saw the Dongyi City that he had guarded for decades, saw the smoke rising in the city, saw the busy merchants who put up the morning market, saw the wealth and gold that flowed invisibly in the city, and saw the happy smiles of those people.

At the moment of death, he suddenly felt that he didn't really want to see this, so he tilted his head slightly, and saw the grass house where he had lived for many years, the pale yellow grass house, many years ago, it was actually just a broken grass house, he had lived here for a long time, killed many people, taught many people, and was very proud.

Finally, looking around the sword, he saw the big green tree outside Dongyi City, under the morning sun, this big tree that had experienced countless winds and rains in the East China Sea was still growing healthy and wild, sheltering pedestrians, travelers, merchants, and people from the world who passed under the tree.

It's really a big tree.