Soul Xiaotian is like a walking corpse walking in the barren mountains, he burns his soul power, when the oil runs out, his hair is gray, and he has no qi on his body, and he walks step by step in the direction of Xishu Sword Mountain, and he desperately wants to kill the woman.

In a daze, the figure appeared in front of me.

He shook his head fiercely, unable to believe his eyes.

"I've hurt her too, if you want to kill you, kill me!"

Qin Lizhi slowly spoke, blocking his way.

Soul Xiaotian drew his sword and stabbed her with a sword, Qin Lizhili slowly closed his eyes in place, if I went to the South China Sea that day, she wouldn't have died, anyway, my life was saved by you, since we can't go back to the past, our hearts are so tormented, it is better to die in your hands for a hundred.

A strong gust of wind blew, and Yuyama Jianfeng stopped an inch in front of her.

Qin Lizhi slowly opened his eyes, the corners of Soul Xiaotian's eyes rolled, and he fell down decadently.

The bonfire jumped, his face was red and lonely, his soul was like a withered draft, his body in the brocade robe was as thin as firewood, covered with dirt, his eyes were closed, his head was white, his dilapidated body kept twitching, and the voice of Sister Ning'er kept ringing in his head.

"Brother Xiaotian, you can't turn into a black cloud!"

Qin Lizhi bit his lip lightly, and couldn't bear to look at his heart like ashes. She slowly stretched out her palm, but stopped in the air, tears streaming down her cheeks, and after a long time, she slowly turned around and left alone.

"When you saved me, I knew that you were a member of the Soul Clan, on the Seven Little Radish Peaks, I chose a cloud coat for you, I hope you can wear it forever, because without clouds, you may ...... It's a ghost. ”

"Also, if you die like this, how can you be worthy of Sister Ning'er's spirit in the sky?"

Early in the morning, Soul Xiaotian woke up, and her words before leaving swirled in her mind.

He clenched his fists fiercely, opened his chest and let out a heart-rending roar to the sky, and the rain fell like beandrops, wetting his clothes and blurring his face, unable to distinguish between rain and tears.

Nine peaks

Everything here was familiar and strange, the blood on the ground had turned brown, and the figure knelt on his knees, and put his face against the pool of dirty blood, and wept silently, unwilling to get up for a long time,

The figures of the Twelve Fingered Sword Mountain and the others who were looking at them from a distance wiped the corners of their eyes.

Soul Xiaotian picked up the Autumn Rain Sword, wiped it clean, stuffed it into his arms, and then staggered away.

Under the Shenmu, he buried the brocade robe and the autumn rain sword under the tree, standing silently.

The figure of the negative qin often came here to see him, and he didn't dare to disturb him, let alone come forward to talk to him, but when he was sleeping, he silently cleaned up his sloppy residence, and this cleaning lasted for seven years.

Soul Xiaotian waited under the tree for seven years, spring flowers and autumn moons, summer went to winter, and the Shenhe Shenmu never bloomed again, and he didn't wait for that figure.

On this day, the blue back figure carried a long piano, silently came to the ancient tree, she folded her hands, bowed deeply, and then stood quietly with him.

Looking at his unkempt and sloppy beard, Mei Yi finally spoke: "Senior Brother Soul, come back to the South China Sea with me!" We...... I've been waiting for you...... Get back. ”

In the past seven years, she had come here many times to see him, but she had only watched from afar, and had not bothered him.

Soul Xiaotian turned around and forced her into a corner step by step, Zhou Xinrui had no way to retreat, looking at his cold and terrifying eyes and becoming a little flustered.

"Don't like me."

"Soul Senior Brother ......"

"Promise me."

Soul Xiaotian let out an earth-shattering roar, Zhou Xinrui was not frightened by his voice, and the eyes that looked directly at him became stubborn and determined.

Twelve Fingers Sword Mountain

In the past seven years, under the management of Lukou string and Zhou Pingsheng, Jianshan has begun to take shape, the villagers of Dingyong Town have been convinced of the immortals on Jianshan, Haining Lou has replaced the signboard of Sanlai Restaurant, which is the first to be managed by Li Sanlai of Jiulaifeng, Lukou has become the first head of Twelve Fingered Sword Mountain, Huahe and others have also improved a lot, Lushui Peak has opened the mountain gate, recruited excellent disciples from the world, and has collected more than a dozen outstanding disciples in just a few years. It was the first good day for Zhao Liushou and Yan Xiangying to tie the knot.

Back to Jiushou Peak, everything here is the same as before, Soul Xiaotian touched the railing, a trace of heartache came to his heart again, before the accident, he had indeed always regarded Ning'er as a sister, although he knew her intentions, but Qin knew the feeling in his heart, which could never be replaced, only until he lost her, did he know how important she was to himself, and only then did he know that his feelings for her had surpassed the love of brother and sister.

Not far from the attic, there are some burned incense ash paper wax, it should be that people often come here to pay respects, Soul Xiaotian finally smiled, sat down slowly, and looked up at the direction of the green water peak.

After seven years of tempering, Zhao Liu's hands have matured a lot, and the dry sword technique has also entered the room, he coped with the guests, looking at the mountain peak from time to time, until a brocade appeared in the sky, and he smiled.

Twelve-Fingered Sword Mountain and the others also stopped their movements at the same time, looking happy.

"Quick, light firecrackers, welcome guests."

The sound of firecrackers sounded, and the green water peak became lively.

Soul Xiaotian settled on his heels and hallucinated at a circle of people, and those expectant eyes made him feel a sense of guilt.

Lu Kouchuan wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and squeezed out a smile, "It's good to be back, it's good to be back." ”

More than a dozen young disciples of Green Water Peak knelt down in unison: "Welcome the soul master back to the mountain." ”

Lan Ying walked up to him and grabbed the placket of his clothes, tears glistening in her big eyes.

Soul Xiaotian touched his head and nodded. Ji Jinghou and Pei Chongkang wiped the corners of their eyes and smiled with relief.

Zhou Pingsheng shouted: "The guest of honor has arrived, please invite the bride and groom into the hall." ”

Yan Xiangying, who was dressed in red, walked out of the inner room, although she had a hijab and couldn't look at it, she had already guessed something. She excitedly grabbed the palm of Zhao Liu's hand and whispered a few words in his ear.

Zhao Liushou nodded vigorously.

Zhou Pingsheng shouted loudly again: "The bride and groom worship heaven and earth, worship heaven and earth." ”

The two of them bowed together, holding hands.

"Second Worship......"

Zhou Pingsheng shouted half and stopped, the two of them were desolate, their parents died early, and there were no relatives to worship in the high hall. Zhao Liu's hand stepped forward and grabbed Soul Xiaotian, and said in a low voice: "Senior Brother Soul, grandpa entrusted me to you before he died, the eldest brother is the father, and that position belongs to you." ”

Soul Xiaotian was stunned, how could this sloppy appearance be willing to accept such a big gift from two newcomers?

Zhao Liushou said again: "Xiangying's life was also saved by you, and as far as she is concerned, you are also her co-parent, and Senior Brother Soul can't shirk it." ”

Soul Xiaotian couldn't resist him, and the guests in the hall also looked at him, with a look of expectation like acquiescence in their eyes.

He turned around and pulled Lu Kou Chuan, if the eldest brother is the father, Lu Kou Chuan, should also be the most suitable person.

Zhou Pingsheng said: "Very good, very good, senior brother and Xiaotian received a newcomer's gift together, do you say it's good?" ”

"Okay."

The lobby immediately became lively, Lu Kou and Soul Xiaotian were pushed to the high hall by everyone, although Soul Xiaotian was a barbarian, he also knew the etiquette of the Central Plains, so he didn't go to sit on the empty Taishi chair, and Lu Kou String stood and received a salute from the newcomer.

"Husband and wife."

"It's like a cave room."

The return of Soul Xiaotian made everyone let go of the stones in their hearts, and for a while there was a lot of festivity in the cave room.

Soul Xiaotian silently withdrew from the crowd and walked to the beach alone.

The night breeze was blowing, the stars were sinking into the sea, and Mei Yi walked lightly to his side, and only spoke after a long time.

"Can't you really find it?"

Soul Xiaotian nodded.

"The Shenmu is the spiritual root of heaven and earth, and it can blossom for Sister Ning'er, maybe things will take a turn for the better."

Soul Xiaotian frowned, looking into the distance deeply, he had thought the same way all these years, but he couldn't find any trace of her existence by all means, so he only kept it for seven years, seven years from expectation to disappointment, and then to despair, now, he didn't dare to think about it anymore, only heard him say lightly:

"I only know that if she is still alive, she will definitely not abandon his little brother."

Zhou Xinrui hugged her knees, her eyes flowed with inexplicable grievances, she didn't say anything, she just accompanied him to look into the distance, he knew that in the past seven years, she was also silently guarding here.

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Day 2

Twelve Finger Sword Mountain and the others gathered again, a red gift list held the hand of the senior brother, from this gift list it can be seen that Lu Ming's sacrifice was not in vain, there are many sects that have seen clearly the shameless behavior of Bing Gu back then, and their views on the barbarian domain have also changed greatly, otherwise it is difficult for them to bear the existence of Twelve Finger Sword Mountain, this time Zhao Liushou has many gate valve families have sent congratulatory gifts.

Everyone looked at the congratulatory gifts piled up like a hill, and they all felt like they were in a different world.

The senior brother glanced at the gift list, and suddenly stood up, and in the dazzling list of gifts, he found several incredible words.

Binggu congratulatory gift - Green Water Sword.

"How is this possible?"

Several people were surprised, Zhao Liu's hand picked up the hill-like congratulatory gift, found a wooden box printed with the pattern of the Binggu sect, opened it and was stunned on the spot.

The fairy sword is green all over, and the light is flowing, what is it if it is not a green water sword?

Everyone didn't say anything for a long time, they all looked at Soul Xiaotian in unison, they all knew that Soul Xiaotian had not left the Secluded Valley in the past few years, it couldn't be that he went to the Valley of Soldiers, so why did Valley of Soldiers show favor like this?

"Senior Brother Soul...... This? Zhao Liu's hand looked at Soul Xiaotian.

Soul Xiaotian didn't know why, but said lightly: "Since it's sent, you can accept it!" ”

The senior brother found the name of the Heavenly King Sect again, and the congratulatory gift column actually said 'a withered grass'.

The elder brother slammed the gift slip on the table.

"It's so deceitful."

Zhou Pingsheng comforted him a few words, Shi Tuo can have such a move, and there is a reason for it.

The senior brother opened the gift list and found a strange thing, there was a line of single names and the person who gave the gift was black.

Everyone was wondering, Soul Xiaotian sucked in his palm, and a square wooden box was sucked into his palm, and there was a thick bloody gas overflowing from the wooden box, and Soul Xiaotian slowly opened it, and there was a decomposed black head inside.