Chapter 30 Exhortation

There are always some partings that are too late to say goodbye, and usually such partings will make people fall into some regret or remorse. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Zhengyang walked through the bluestone square alone and walked in the direction of the Curse Pavilion.

Qingshu in the back hurriedly followed.

The drifting snow seems to have a tendency to turn into goose feather snow, covering all the pavilions, as well as the fighting platform and the hearts of many people.

Tang Yu's eyes were raised, and he stared at Zhengyang's figure.

His instincts told him that something must have happened. Otherwise, Zhengyang would not let his sword leave his body, and walked away in such a hurry.

Quietly following him, Tang Yu followed.

didn't take a few steps, and Zhong Lao's voice came from the competition platform behind him.

"The duel is over, and the Curse Pavilion admits defeat!"

A short sentence, but it startled all the disciples and deacons in Bluestone Square.

The first to jump was Kim Zhiyi.

"What's the matter, the third game hasn't been compared, how can they admit defeat?"

Old Zhong waved his hand, and he was in no mood to explain, so he turned around and walked back to the direction of Xuange.

The deacons behind him were a little confused, but they couldn't help but feel that they should take it for granted. It's just that things happened a little suddenly, and everyone didn't have time to react for a while.

"What's this called......"

Deacon Jin Zhiyi said unwillingly, and turned around to dismiss the disciples of the various phalanxes.

Tang Yu frowned, vaguely felt that things didn't seem to be so simple, no longer suspicious, and hurriedly followed Qingshu and Zhengyang.

The plum blossom forest in the backyard of the Curse Pavilion.

As soon as Zheng Yang walked into the plum blossom forest, he yelled loudly!

Until shouting out all the boredom, depression. In the end, he lay directly in the snow weakly.

stared blankly at the gloomy sky and the light snow falling on his face.

Qingshu chased to the door of the back door, and did not approach Zhengyang again. Because he knew that Zhengyang at this time would be better to leave him alone.

Lei Chao and the others were snatched away, but they were still in front of themselves, but they had no power to stop them. What made Zhengyang even more depressed was that the Four Realms Formation was at full level, and the Fifth Rank Sword Technique was at full level, and such a superior result was actually given to the ground by an old man's rune paper.

How unbearable, how unwilling!

Human fragility often comes when it is frustrated. No matter how powerful a person is, no matter how ignorant a person, there will be such moments.

Walking to Qingshu's side, Tang Yu frowned and looked at Zhengyang who was lying in the snow.

"What's crazy about him?"

Qingshu's mood is not much better than that of Zhengyang at this time.

"Anyone is going crazy......"

Hearing this, Tang Yu was even more puzzled, and couldn't help asking, "What happened?"

Qingshu said in a deep voice: "All the disciples of the Curse Pavilion were snatched away by Mei Lao. ”

"What? just now, what a robbery!" Tang Yu exclaimed.

Qingshu nodded and did not speak again.

Seeing that Zhengyang had no intention of getting up, Tang Yu walked towards Zhengyang.

Qingshu was behind, slapped at Tang Yu, and said in a deep voice: "What are you going to do, it's best to leave him alone now." ”

Tang Yu gave Qingshu a reassuring smile and said softly: "He won't figure it out like this, don't worry, I won't take advantage of others, he is my senior brother!"

He let go of his hand and patted Tang Yu on the shoulder, and Qingshu didn't say anything more.

Walking towards Zhengyang, snowflakes fell, accompanied by a few plum blossoms.

Looking up at the plum blossom forest, Tang Yu stood on top of Zhengyang's head with a soft face.

"Are you going to bury yourself?"

Zhengyang didn't seem to hear Tang Yu speak, his eyes were still looking at the sky.

Tang Yu was a little surprised, he didn't see Zhengyang's cold eyes and counterattack. This faintly touched something in Tang Yu's heart that had been sealed.

"Do you give up on life after such a setback? It's not like my big brother. ”

"Tang Yu. Zhengyang suddenly shouted very softly.

Tang Yu couldn't help but be a little surprised, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

Zhengyang's face did not change, and he said softly: "Always be my opponent in the future......

"Huh?" Tang Yu looked at Zhengyang and said suspiciously.

"So that I can always remind myself that I will become stronger!"

After speaking, Zhengyang flipped and stood up.

Tang Yu suddenly smiled and said, "This proposal is good, thank you Master Brother Ken for being my whetstone." ”

Zhengyang turned around, faced Tang Yu, and reached out to pat Tang Yu on the shoulder.

"Who is the whetstone will be decided later!"

After speaking, Zhengyang walked out of the plum blossom forest in good spirits.

Qingshu was on the side, and finished reading this conversation with a calm face. He turned around and walked back to the hall of the Curse Pavilion.

Looking around at the empty mantra pavilion, Qingshu seemed to be a little emotional.

"Looks like I'm really old......"

With a whisper, Qingshu slowly walked out of the Curse Pavilion.

......

The goose feather snow finally flooded, covering the entire Lingshan Snow Mountain in an instant.

Time does not stop because of someone's regret, someone's expectation. The law of fate will also continue to rotate.

This parting, which is too late to say goodbye, will eventually become a story of the past, to be told and remembered by those who care about it.

The mountains to the south of the Ling Tomb Snow Mountain.

Mei Lao stepped on the green rune paper, galloped in mid-air, and landed in a mountain forest.

With a stroke of the void, the black door of space behind him opened again.

In a moment, the black-robed young man from before jumped out again, but it was only one person.

Mei Lao said in a deep voice, "Ling Fei, how are those injured disciples?"

"It's okay, I gave them the Returning Spirit Pill. The young man named Ling Fei replied.

After a pause, Ling Fei suddenly smiled weirdly and looked at Mei Lao: "Teacher, let's discuss something!"

Old Mei's face sank, and he replied, "There's no need to discuss." ”

"Don't be so old and stubborn, you haven't even listened to what I'm going to say!" Ling Fei said hurriedly.

"Just your little abacus, needless to say, I know what you're going to do!" Mei Lao glanced at and said.

Hearing this, Ling Fei raised his hand, hooked Mei Lao's shoulder, and begged in a wailing voice: "Teacher, you are the best, can you give us all these disciples?"

Mei Lao smiled and said funny: "Ling Fei, do you think it's possible, aren't you afraid that one group or two groups will tear you apart?"

Ling Fei's face sank, and his smile was completely gone: "Then it's all right! ”

Mei Lao smiled weirdly, but his hand style changed, and a green wind rune paper appeared.

Stepping on the rune paper, Mei Lao galloped away.

Ling Fei was on the spot, his hands were folded around his chest, and his eyes were slightly narrowed.

"Stubborn old man...... I'll take them and see what you can do with me!"

After speaking, but seeing the casual stroke, a wind talisman was directly formed under Ling Fei's feet, and he caught up with Mei Lao's figure in a moment.

All the way to the south, the snow-capped mountains in the north were left far behind.

No matter how cold the wind howls, it is just a scenery in the eyes of passers-by.