"Murdered by whom!"

After being suppressed for so long, everyone wanted to know the answer, and when they heard Thirteen's words, all kinds of noise were set off one after another, and countless angry shouts continued for a long time.

Compared with others, He Wenliu was silent, after so many years of hard work and witnessing countless ups and downs, he knew that he needed to focus on the second half of the sentence.

What do you want?

A word changed in He Wenliu's ears, meaning the difference between heaven and earth.

What can you do?

How could Gu Xi die casually, and he died so coincidentally, how many undercurrents, how many schemes, and how many big people were implicated?

Slowly, the surrounding noise ceased to be in his ears, and countless pictures and lines flashed in He Wenliu's mind, as if he had experienced his life for nearly a hundred years all over again. The wonderful thing is that no matter which paragraph it is, those picture lines always start from the forbidden building, and are always accompanied by that exhortation.

"The old wounds have not healed, and new injuries have been added, with your current condition, climbing to the third floor is also the limit, and you may not be able to win. ”

At that time, Gu Xi's temperament can be described as brutal, and he has to find someone for three points when he has nothing to do, which will give people a good look. But at that time, when witnessing the battle of the stairs, the host of the forbidden building showed mercy in an extremely rare way. When he said this, Gu Xi's face was kind, his expression was soft, and his eyes were full of pity, which could be called a model for the elderly.

The occasional movement of his heart is nothing to Gu Xi, and he may not remember it afterwards. For He Wenliu at that time, that sentence and that look did not move him, and he only felt humiliation.

He Wenliu is an understanding person. He knew that Gu Xi didn't mean to make fun of the humiliation, and if he wanted to blame himself, he could only blame himself for being born at the wrong time, if there was no Thirteen Lang. If he had the intention to cultivate the ban at that time, it was very likely to take the position of Thirteen Lang. took over the mantle of the host of the forbidden building. In that case, with He Wenliu's talent and concentration, regardless of his combat power cultivation, his attainments in prohibition will definitely surpass today's Thirteen Lang.

Definitely!

Try to think about it, if there was no Thirteen Lang, the outer realm would not have happened, Mr. Big might not have been poisoned and died, would Gu Xi have a better life, and asked Liu if he had a chance to become a new generation of leaders of the Taoist Academy. At least one of them?

It's really hard to say.

After a hundred years of training, He Wenliu is not comparable to the Lingnan pride at the beginning, but the wonderful thing is that he has never forgotten that sentence back then, and every time he thinks about it, he feels a lot.

When he returned from the Outer Territory to change the forbidden art, He asked Liu himself to make a fuss, and the only thing he could be sure of was whenever he walked into the forbidden building. I would always look up at the empty third floor and meditate for a moment before I could focus on my practice and teaching others.

Now, Gu Xi is dead. Shisanlang came back and asked him in front of a large group of students: What do you want?

What do I think?

Maybe a moment later, or a lifetime. He Wenliu slowly raised his head and replied, "I'll find out." Who is the real culprit. ”

Thirteen Lang said, "Can you find out?"

He Wenli said: "Check slowly, you can always find out." ”

Thirteen Lang said, "What about finding out. Revenge?"

This sentence was spoken calmly by Thirteen Lang, but he was Thirteen Lang, and Gu Xi's corpse was in his hands, no matter how he said it, it sounded sarcastic.

He Wenliu pondered for a long time, nodded silently and said, "Yes, I will avenge Gu Shi." ”

Thirteen Lang was still calm and said, "What about after revenge?"

He Wenliu was a little dazed, and half speechless.

Shisanro asked again, "What do you want to do after revenge?"

He Wenliu replied helplessly: "If you are still alive, of course you will continue to practice." ”

"Forbidden?"

"Of course. ”

"Why?"

"Why?"

"Well, why did you choose to fix the ban. ”

Thirteen Lang asked twice in a row, and said: "It is clearly written in the history of the Academy, the Daoist Academy has never been a person who has achieved great success in forbidden arts, with your talent, there is a great chance to break through the Heavenly Man in the future, why did you choose it like this?"

He Wen was silent again, and after a while, he showed a wry smile and replied: "If others ask like this, He will either not answer, or he will sue him, I am not comparable to ordinary people, even those sages are powerful." ”

Thirteen Lang didn't say anything, quietly waiting for the following words.

He Wenliu thought about it seriously, and finally said: "He has not forgotten the battle of climbing the ladder back then. ”

Shisanlang said calmly: "It's the same for me." ”

He Wenliu said sincerely: "Mr. is a strange person, and He knows that it is difficult to catch up, so I want to go upstairs and town buildings to bring back the game that I lost to Mr. back then." ”

Hearing this, Thirteen Lang groaned and said, "Do you still want to take the wings back?"

He asked Liu for a moment, and said with a wry smile: "Mr. made fun of it." ”

Shisanlang shook his head and said, "If you can do it, I'll give you back the crane wings." ”

He Wenliu also shook his head and said, "How will I talk about it in the future, right now, Master Gu is in trouble, is there any sir?"

Shisanlang shook his head lightly and said, "Revenge is such a thing, and the strong one always rushes ahead." With me here, it won't be your turn for the time being. ”

This sentence is really crazy, so crazy that it is disgusting, and it is difficult not to be disgusted, and Thirteen Lang said it as a matter of course, without showing off the expression on his face, and clearly told everyone: I don't care what you think, what you think.

The surroundings looked at each other, many people saw this "senior brother" for the first time, and many people saw this student for the first time, and their expressions were a little angry.

Thirteen Lang said to the black-faced god: "Everything you should know about Lizun is already known at this time, and there must be someone waiting to reason with me, and you have fulfilled your duty, so you don't have to worry about it anymore." In addition, the students are soft-spoken, and their words are not enough to convince everyone, so if you are not busy with anything else, please tell these people about what happened last night. ”

"Ah, how is this appropriate" The black-faced god's face was purple and distorted, and he almost scolded on the spot.

"You're not suitable, who's suitable?"

Thirteen Lang asked rhetorically, no longer looking at the face of the black-faced god, looking around and saying, "Master Gu is dead, and the direct murderer has been beheaded." Someone else will do the rest of the work, so let's disperse. ”

Words are out. The two black lights were separated like a wall, and dozens of students and teachers in front of them couldn't help themselves. Footsteps staggered to the sides.

"Get out of the way!"

The crisp sound is like a bell, and the little one strides out first, and the two little hands wave gently, like a hurricane driving away a swarm of ants.

"Ho!"

Exclamations erupted, hundreds of eyes were all shocked, and the knowledgeable people realized at this moment that the strongest of these people might not be the black-faced god, not the fairy who turned into a god on three cliffs, or Thirteen Lang. It's the little girl who is as delicate and well-behaved as a flower.

Before people could wake up from the shock, Shenhui reappeared, Yelian stepped on the lotus, and Siwang slowly spoke: "Compared to Gu Shi, Dabi is a major event related to Ziyun's life and death, if you want to do your best, you should use this to encourage yourself." ”

It must be admitted that women have a special charm that men can never match, especially on this occasion. The words of the Flower of Eternity, combined with his countenance, are many times better than the cold and calm of Thirteen Lang.

"Let's go. After saying that, he came to Thirteen Lang's side, and Yelian said softly.

"Hmm. ”

Thirteen Lang's mouth responded. Suddenly, he turned back to He Wenliu and signaled.

"Brother He, come too. ”

"Me?" He asked Liu a little confused, a little confused.

"Hmm. ”

Thirteen Lang responded again. Turn around and walk forward.

The legendary Taoist Academy. With an indescribable little girl carved in pink, the three of them made their way through the crowd. Walked straight out of the Taoist Academy and walked towards the holy land of Ziyun Island: Chuangong Cliff

Chuangong cliff is divided into two sides, one side of the island is engraved with the handwriting of Venerable, in fact, it is more like a viewing platform; along the hillside to the top of the four looks, the Qinghe River is like a girdle jade belt, not plump, not thin, not heavy and not condensed, add a lot of interest to the purple cloud. Facing the peak, it is like the screen in front of the hall, locking the spring breeze and awe-inspiring outside, and encompassing the excitement and tranquility inside.

That is the real Chuan Gong Cliff, the symbol of Ziyun Island, the holy place of the Taoist Academy, the special practice place for the dean, and the place where Ziyun Zhenren left his own pen prints. When he was practicing here, Shisanlang often accompanied the old dean on a boat, looking up at the cliff, and felt mostly majestic and majestic; now when he climbed to the top of the mountain to look at the Chuangong Cliff with a level-eyed gaze, he suddenly felt something strange in his heart, and he felt a different feeling in his life.

The cultivation is high, the strength is strong, the friends are wide, the knowledge is enough, the vision is wide, and the heart is naturally high; the opposite mountain cliff stands alone in the water, how can there be a little Senwei Wangxiang, no matter how you look at it, you feel lonely and lonely.

This feeling is uncomfortable, Thirteen Lang thought it was because Gu Xi's death had changed his mood, and he deliberately condensed and looked at it again, not only did he still feel lonely, but he also felt a little more ghostly.

It's right to think about it, the burial of many sages in the Chuan Gong Cliff is essentially a cemetery; the so-called sacredness and the so-called majesty are just the effects deliberately packaged by later generations to maintain faith.

Thinking of this weight, Shisanlang couldn't help but laugh at himself a little and regret a little.

"If you get an old man to a place like this, I don't know if you will be scolded. ”

In order to verify, Shisanlang turned to Yelian for help and said, "What do you think?"

Yelian looked at him coldly, like looking at a liar who bragged about being exposed and was looking for a way out.

"You're scared, aren't you?"

"True, a little. ”

Jusan Lang replied honestly, "There are too many people. ”

If there are too many people, where are there too many people?

The answer, of course, is the Chuan Gong Cliff. On the top of the lonely peak, the eyebrow master looked out at the outside world with his hands, and his clothes fluttered like a fairy. The remaining five people looked at this side, and the four faces had different expressions, but they all clearly wrote two words: powerful!

Big people do big things, what kind of system does it become to make noise in front of people, and it is so noisy before the ban on the building, it is difficult for the bigwigs to pretend that they don't know, so they have to come forward.

Among the five people, Thirteen Lang only recognized Daozun Crazy Venerable, and the remaining three people had a black beard, a haohead, and a three-foot figure.

What is the identity of Daozun and Barbarian Zun, and he must be respectful to the boy.

What is the background of the Taoist Academy?

It's on these people.

Looking at the other side, several people on the other side were also looking at this side, and the boy first noticed the little one, and he shook his head for a long time, and suddenly grinned.

"Hello, little girl. ”

"I'm not a little girl. Xiao Budian was not very happy and shook his fist vigorously.

"I'm forty-seven, how old are you?"

(To be continued......)