The battle of Xuantian Peak is over, but the impact it has caused has not been dissipated for a long time.

The corpses were broken and fell everywhere, the first peak in the middle of the country, no longer the peaceful scene of the past, after the war, a dilapidated, collapsed.

However, Xiao Mo doesn't need to take care of all this, he has his own disciples from the Taoist Palace to help him clean up.

The Ghost Emperor City was completely destroyed, and the culprit who single-handedly instigated the entire Lingzhou War and caused the fall of the Three Great Palaces was hated under Xiao Mo, and the foundation of the door was basically dispersed.

Even if the 'Five-Fingered Qin Sect' Yin Qiansoul and a few others ran out, it would not be a big deal, and just going to the remaining six human realms of the Dao Xue Palace, as well as the palace master of the Bright Moon Xue Palace, Shui Hanbo, would be enough to destroy them.

Lingzhou finally regained peace, but the damage caused to them by this battle will last for ten years, a hundred years, and a thousand years, and will never be forgotten by future generations.

As soon as Zhan Ruoshui woke up, he was stunned to see Xiao Mo stabbing his sword into his father's heart.

Seeing her father's breath of life disappear quickly, she stayed in place.

Until the wind and snow were heavy, she began to walk step by step, picked up her father's body, and slowly walked down the mountain.

No one stopped her, no one dared to stop her.

Xiao Mo followed behind her, walking silently.

But Zhan Ruoshui suddenly stopped.

She didn't look back, but a voice came: "I know that my father has done a lot of evil, and I can't blame you." ”

Xiao Mo didn't know what to say for a while, so he had to say, "I ......"

Zhan Ruoshui continued: "If it weren't for you, my father would only be afraid of committing more crimes, and when the time comes, even I, I'm afraid that I will inevitably live in guilt, so you don't have to blame yourself, on the contrary, I should thank you, thank you for stopping my father and preventing Lingzhou from being completely in danger." ”

Xiao Mo listened to her words of thanks, but he couldn't say anything for a while, so he could only say again: "I ......"

One word, a thousand words.

A word of me, no more sound.

Zhan Ruoshui picked up her father and continued to walk forward, her voice still kept coming: "I will leave Lingzhou, leave to the Taoist Palace, find a place where the mountains and rivers are beautiful, no one disturbs me, and bury my father." In my lifetime, I will always keep filial piety for my father, I know each other in this life, I hate to know you and say goodbye, from now on, the mountains and rivers are far away, and there will be no time in the future, please don't embarrass me again. ”

On the one hand, he is a brother in the same sect, and he has a very affectionate relationship, and on the other hand, he is a father who has been born and raised, and his bones are not cold.

After saying this, Zhan Ruoshui didn't say much, picked up his father, braved the heavy snow, and walked slowly into the distance.

The snow fell, falling on her clothes and shoulders, she did not wipe it, and gradually the whole person had become a snowman, but after all, it slowly went away, and finally became a small black dot and disappeared.

Xiao Mo stood in place, unable to catch up, not daring to catch up, could only watch her back go away, silent.

There was a wind blowing, just like his cold and lonely mood at this time, the chill around him was even heavier, and the colorful snowflakes were floating on the earth, just like a beautiful legend.

The people of Lingzhou have never seen such heavy snow, they have never seen such colorful strange snow, obviously it is not yet winter, why, this place suddenly became a snow country?

Some people wondered, children didn't care so much, they immediately put on a thick cotton jacket, jumped out to build snowmen, had snowball fights, and snowballs flew all over the sky, but Xiao Mo stood on Xuantian Peak, but suddenly felt an unspeakable loneliness, an inexplicable sadness.

He didn't know where this loneliness, this sorrow, came from.

But his heart was suddenly immersed in a strange thought, and he couldn't extricate himself.

In Xiao Mo's mind, he suddenly remembered that when he first saw the library pavilion, the beautiful yellow figure was so beautiful.

Now Xiao Mo understands that at the beginning, what she saw should be rumors, the secret story about the 'Six Crazy Monarchs', and this matter can only be recorded in a more detailed and true way only in the first school palace of the spirit level like Daoxue.

And then, when we met again in the quicksand desert, she saved her life, and a pair of eyes like autumn water pools sucked in all her mind at once, and she couldn't extricate herself from it ever since.

Her smile and smile were all in the depths of her memory, and she suddenly returned to the jungle that night, under the red bonfire, a girl in yellow asked with a smile: "What did you say your name was, Xiao Mo?"

Xiao Mo raised his head and his eyes were bright: "Yes, my name is Xiao Mo, Xiao of the wind Xiao Xiao, Mo of the stranger." ”

When the woman in yellow heard this, she shook her head and said, "This word is not used well, Feng Xiaoxiao sounds weird and desolate, but it is barely acceptable, but strangers make people sound very uncomfortable, why don't you change it?"

Xiao Moqi said: "Change to what?"

The woman in yellow thought for a while, clapped her hands and said, "Yes, it's better to change it to Xiao Xiao of the wind and rain, and Mo of the red dust, so that it sounds much more pleasant." ”

"Hmm. ”

"The wind and rain Xiao Xiao, the Mo Mo Hongchen Mo? It turns out that when I look back, no matter how familiar I am, I am still a stranger after all. ”

"Qianmo Hongchen, it's just an empty one!"

"Senior Sister Zhan, can we see each other again?"

At this moment, a hand silently reached over his shoulder and patted it, as if in a wordless comfort.

As soon as Xiao Mo turned around, he saw Shi Yingxia's pretty face like ice and snow. At this time, she had just buried Hua Lao on the spot, and there were some strange water stains on her face, I don't know if it was the wind and snow, or the tears that had not yet condensed.

(Finale)

Epilogue: Return to Yangcheng.

A month later, Yangcheng.

Xiao Family, Council Hall.

An old man in a purple robe was holding a piece of letter paper he had just received.

The letter paper is as thin as a cicada's wings, but it weighs as much as a thousand pounds in his hands.

His hands kept trembling, and the few lines of words on the letter paper seemed to him like countless demons and monsters, and he stared at the words on it, as if he was watching a white-fronted tiger with hanging eyes, which was rushing out of the white paper and biting him.

For a long time, looking around the hall, many Xiao family elders looked at him with expectant eyes, and then looked at a pill bottle on his desk, he suddenly smiled bitterly: "Retribution, retribution has finally arrived!"

Dejectedly throwing down the letter paper, he walked over, opened the pill bottle, tilted his head, and swallowed a poison pill in the bottle into his stomach.

After only a few convulsions, the master of the Xiao family in Yangcheng, one of the few peak cultivators of the Qi Realm in Yangcheng, Xiao Baiqi, the patriarch of the Xiao family, was silent, but when he died, there was a trace of regret on his face.

And seeing that he was dead, the elders of the Xiao family around him glanced at each other, not only did they not feel pity and anger on their faces, but they had a kind of happiness for the rest of their lives.

The patriarch on the left said: "Hmph, it's good that he misunderstood, otherwise, the old man would have been buried in his long room, hum, a mouse-eyed guy!"

"yes!"

The other person also echoed with a smile on his face: "This guy, at the beginning, he made his own decision to push the palace master out and be a scapegoat, and replace Xiao Shenjian for the crime of killing Bai Xinqiu, the young patriarch of the Bai family, saying that it was for the sake of the family." ”

"Now, the palace master has sent a message, the Xiao family and Xiao Baiqi, there can only be one, keep the Xiao family, or keep Xiao Baiqi, it all depends on everyone's thoughts. Doesn't he like to sacrifice for his family, then it can only be as he wishes, and we will all be grateful to him. ”

"Hehe, hehe......"

Everyone laughed falsely, and there was harmony in the hall, only the corpses on the ground, still warm, just like when they threatened Xiao Mo.

At that time, it was Xiao Baiqi who took on the role of many clan elders in the hall, and Xiao Mo, a disciple of three generations, had no power to resist, so he could only escape from Yangcheng by death.

And now, in order to keep the Xiao family, many clan veterans pushed him, the head of the Xiao family, Xiao Baiqi, out to confess, and everyone betrayed his relatives, so that he also tasted abandoned in an instant.

It's just that even if he dies, Xiao Mo is not half happy in his heart, because today's Xiao Baiqi, for him, is not much different from an ant.

In the Taoist Palace, sitting high in the lobby, Xiao Mo's gaze passed through the endless void, and he didn't know where to look.

"Which piece of landscape has the figure of the deceased?"

"How long will it take to heal the hatred in that person's heart?"

"If there is fate, goodbye. ”