The black arrow burst towards the old man, and Ji Wutong finally landed on the ground, his face flushed and panting in pain.

Even if Ji Wutong's sword just now was a mirror-breaking arrow, and he finally reached the first glimpse of the immortals, he would not be the opponent of the twelve Dan demon beasts.

The old man pinched his fingers lightly, and the arrow was instantly disillusioned.

"This fairy root is different!"

The old man stroked his beard and squinted his eyes to look Ji Wutong up and down.

The disciples of the Immortal Sect at the head of the city suffered heavy losses, and the Nan Quercus who was opposing in the air was not much better, and was shot down to the ground again and again.

Watching the old man walk towards him step by step, Ji Wutong no longer had any power to resist, and every time the old man took a step forward, Ji Wutong's mood trembled.

At this moment, it was as if a sudden rain had come from the sky, and when I looked closely, it was a series of abacus beads that smashed to the ground.

"Bone Dew Spring, huh? I didn't ask about this account, and I wrote it down! ”

Twenty-two red-robed figures all fell in front of Ji Wutong, and Zhang Shanyou, who was the leader, shook his abacus, and the abacus that fell on the ground suddenly exploded.

When the fog cleared, the old man waved his hand to disperse the dust and smoke in front of him, but he was still unscathed.

"The red kite is not here, just because you are in charge of the building, what can I do?" The old man spoke, and suddenly a strong wind blew.

The twenty-two immortals of Wuwenlou went up together and fought with the old man.

"Let me show you today, the dzi of my golden abacus will be destroyed!"

Zhang Shanyou rushed to the front, threw the abacus into the air, and one hundred and ten boulder-like abacus beads instantly appeared in the air.

The addition of Wuwenlou changed the battle of Wanlang City, and Meng Xuan, who had arrived in a hurry, rushed to the sky with a sword aura, and simply jumped off the city to fight with the demon beast.

"Sleeves in the middle, yin and yang!"

Yu Moyang also followed Meng Xuan to the city gate, and the two sleeves were ever-changing, one fire and one ice.

From defending to attacking, the demon beasts didn't understand why the form suddenly changed, and gradually showed timidity and retreated step by step.

Not far away, another group of demon beasts rushed to Wanlang City, but this group of demon beasts did not attack the people of Xianmen, but intercepted the retreat of the demon beasts.

"It's the Qingqiu clan!"

The children of the Xianmen shouted, and the Qingqiu clan, who had never appeared in the world, turned into prototypes one after another, and chased and intercepted this group of demon beasts.

In the sky, two golden rays of light came from the Changning Palace, and Nan Que no longer had to fight one against two.

Zhang Shanyou and the twenty-one immortals are also pressing step by step, and the prestige of Wuwen Lou is not something that a twelve-dan-demon beast can trample on.

The demon beasts never expected that Wuwenlou would dare to rush to the front to be their enemy, and they didn't expect that the Qingqiu clan was born.

When the dawn came, the demon beasts were slaughtered, and even the three twelve demon beasts fled.

In the continuous shouts of the Xianmen disciples, this victory was really hard-won, but the Qingqiu clan outside the city had no intention of leaving.

"Sakura Niang.... I...."

Ji Wutong put Xue Pingshan's body at Ying Niang's feet, and even dared to raise his head, he was afraid of seeing Ying Niang.

"Qingqiu clan, why haven't you retreated?"

Nan Li stood on top of the city tower, the soft sword in his hand still did not retract, he was afraid that the mantis catching cicadas and yellow finches were behind.

The disciples of the Xianmen looked at the Qingqiu clan outside the city wall, and suddenly felt guilty, maybe this battle is not over yet.

"Haha, hahaha...."

Ying Niang suddenly laughed with her hands on her hips, even though she had already burst into tears the moment she saw Xue Pingshan.

"Old man, open your eyes and see! This is your master, the master who teaches you benevolence and righteousness to seek the world! ”

Ying Niang glanced at the cold Xue Pingshan, and the laughter echoed in the head of Wanlang City for a long time, and echoed in the hearts of every disciple of Jieren Academy for a long time.

"Phew!"

Sakura Niang finished spitting towards the city, picked up Xue Pingshan's corpse, and disappeared into the distance with the Qingqiu clan, and there was no movement.

Is this one a sip of the southern oak? Or is it Jie Yan College? Or is it the human heart?

Ji Wutong stared blankly at Xue Pingshan on Yingniang's back, under this city wall, only Zhang Shanyou was left standing beside him with his stomach in his arms, not knowing how to speak.

The sun shone in front of the city gate, and the sound of "squeak" was that the city gate was slowly opened, Ji Wutong looked back at the empty streets in the city, and then at Xue Pingshan who disappeared in the distance.

Ji Wutong smiled helplessly and sat down on the ground.

These days, only Xue Pingshan has been with him, and suddenly after the battle, the most familiar person around him is gone, and the sense of steadfastness and security on Ji Wutong's body is gone.

The walls of this Wanlang City are still so high, and the towers are still so magnificent, but they are too cold.

"It's not your fault."

Zhang Shanyou sat in front of the city gate with Ji Wutong, and the people around him came and went, it was the children of the Xianmen who were cleaning the corpses of the demon beasts.

"Who's to blame?"

Looking at the rising of a new sun, Ji Wutong looked at the people who were busy around him, and always felt that he had lost Xue Pingshan, lost in the wind last night.

"No one is to blame."

Zhang Shanyou paused and sighed, and put the jade plate in Ji Wutong's hand.

People are always numb by the impact of great sadness at the moment of loss, and when the numbness passes, Ji Wutong looks at the majestic and cold city wall, tears like rain.

Ji Wutong returned to the small courtyard, and the moment he pushed the door open, Da Bai stood by the door very sensibly, gently leaning on Ji Wutong.

Even the Philip died quietly, by the edge of the clear pool, where the red sun was reflected.

Ji Wutong picked up the big broom by the wall and cleaned up the dust in the courtyard again and again, which was originally what Xue Pingshan had to do every morning.

The courtyard is full of life, and the new leaves look so vibrant in the sun, but the door of the main house in the small courtyard will never be pushed open again.

There will never be a person with a long rough heart but delicate heart, sitting in this small pavilion, drinking tea and laughing with Ji Wutong.

The shouting outside the courtyard was still the same, from near to far, everyone seemed to be moving forward, only Xue Pingshan stayed last night.

Ji Wutong walked through the street and walked towards the bustling place.

"Boss, one serving of buffalo meat, two bowls.... A bowl of rice.... Let's go two bowls. ”

The steaming beef was brought to the table, and Ji Wutong gulped the rice into his mouth, and the heat of the rice made his eyes moisturized.

The beef was eaten cleanly, the rice was also eaten clean, Ji Wutong didn't move, just stared blankly at the remaining bowl of rice without moving.

I don't know how long I sat there, but the shouting on the street woke Ji Wutong up.

"Peach Blossom Wine, Sell Peach Blossom Wine!"

Ji Wutong glanced at the vendor, turned around and went to Xue Pingshan's small courtyard again.

On the stone table in the small courtyard, the peach blossom wine that has not yet been drunk is still full of aroma. Ji Wutong poured two glasses of wine, one was placed opposite the stone table, and one was drunk by himself.

"Brother Xue, the peach blossoms are blooming."

The peach blossoms on the wall of the small courtyard were beginning to bloom, and Ji Wutong poured himself cup after cup, from day to night, smirking to himself, asking and answering himself.

This peach blossom wine is indeed delicious, but it is a little top. Unconsciously, Ji Wutong fell asleep on the small stone table.