Whether it is the wind, flowers, snow and moon, the sun, the moon and the stars, there is nothing exactly the same in these six realms.

This night is no exception, and this month is no exception.

The brilliant starlight faded its brilliance, and the bright glow gradually faded into the thick ink clouds.

The shrill howl of the wind echoed in the silent mountains, and the snow that had not melted during the day danced helplessly.

In front of the gate of the mountain, two disciples in mourning clothes shivered together, looking around, the surrounding night seemed to be deeper, and it was impossible to see through it at a glance, and there seemed to be a great terror hidden inside.

The two disciples had the same feeling and guess, and they looked at each other in unison, and the handprints changed, and a stone seal and a talisman turned into a bright light before and after, which could not be regarded as a warm light to dispel a large area of darkness.

Looking up, the strongest magic weapon in his hand hovered above his head, and the uneasiness in the hearts of the two disciples gradually dissipated, and they felt a lot warmer around them.

Airplanes!

At this moment, the sound of the sword groan suddenly startled, and a black shadow passed through the wind and snow, and everything in the sword's light was cut into two symmetrical halves.

The stone seal and the gourd fell weakly in the snow on the bluestone steps, out of brilliance, and returned to obscurity.

The thick clouds in the sky dispersed a little, the dancing snow fell silently, and the moonlight fell tentatively.

The black-robed man with a dead silence stood quietly in the sudden wind and snow again, and the sword danced, as if something was carved on the stone tablet in front of the sect of the Ran Sect.

The word became a sword, and the black-robed man turned around and fled, coming and going without a trace.

The night was long, and after a long time, a thunderclap aroused the lights all over the mountain, and the old road with a childish face flew down the mountain, and the boys on the left and right carried the bright lanterns, looking at the senior brother who was cut in the throat, and couldn't help but have red eyes.

"Master, there is a word here......

The inner disciples who came first shone with a bright light in their eyes, staring at the stone monument that was covered by the wind and snow from time to time in the night, clenching their fists tightly, and their smooth nails were deeply embedded in their palms.

"Read!"

"Disciple doesn't dare!"

"Read!"

Lao Dao spoke again, his voice was even more indisobedient, the disciple took a deep breath, and said loudly: "Five people tonight, ten people tomorrow night, since they are seeking their own death, don't blame the sword for being merciless!"

The howling cold wind was even more harsh, and the inner disciple's fists were clenched tighter, and he turned around, just in time to meet the fierce gaze of the old man, and for a while, he looked at the tiger as ordinary people, and he couldn't help but lose his mind.

"What a self-defeating one, such a self-defeating one!"

The low roar echoed in front of the mountain gate, and the fire suddenly lit up in the back mountain, illuminating a large area of mountain forest.

A moment later, a disciple descended the mountain on the clouds, knelt in front of the old Taoist with a disgraced face, and kowtowed again and again, his voice trembling with a crying voice.

"Master, that thief knocked me unconscious, killed Senior Brother Wang, and Senior Brother Zhao, and finally set fire to the Hidden Scripture Pavilion, if it weren't for Uncle Bai coming, the disciple, the disciple would also be buried in the fire!"

Lao Dao's palm trembled, and he was about to urge the spell, when an edict came from the top of the mountain.

"Spring breeze and rain!"

The sound fell, the snow suddenly turned into a pouring rain, the blazing fireworks were finally extinguished, everyone thought that the dust had settled, and the sword light protruded from the clouds, breaking the rain curtain, cutting off the head of the Taoist who performed the spell and then flying away, and the sound transmission suppressed the whistling cold wind, causing the anger of the heroes.

"Knowing Ran Zong, but that's it!"

"The erector is presumptuous, the upper and lower are poor, down to the Yellow Spring, the old man at the end of the world will definitely pluck your skin and cramp, Ling Chi will detain your soul, and put it under the sun until your soul flies, if not, it is difficult to eliminate this hatred!"

......

The hysterical roar faded into the night wind, and the night was deep and silent, until the first rays of light fell on the earth, and the howling cold wind finally stopped.

The three sects and nine streams gradually gathered at the foot of the Ran Mountain, and after a moment of greeting without smiling, they walked into the Ran Sect before and after, and stayed for a moment in front of the stone tablet engraved by the black-robed man, and his steps were even heavier.

Lao Dao walked out of the mountain gate at the right time, looked around at the crowd, and said coldly: "This is the lesson of the previous car, everyone, this is likely to be a road of no return, if you don't have consciousness, go back." ”

"Wei Daoyou, don't be joking, there is no turning back when you open the bow, where can we go back, we have no way to retreat!"

The middle-aged Taoist dressed in black squinted his eyes and held the dust in his hand tightly, and overnight, the disciples of the disciples were all killed and wounded, and they were not connected, either they perished in silence, or they fought for a line of life.

From the moment they went to Kunlun Mountain, they had no choice from the time they went out of Luoyang!

"So, everybody, please come in!"

Lao Dao saluted sideways, and after everyone returned the salute, he led everyone into the golden hall.

The light and prohibition compete for glory in the air, and the entire hall is blocked to ensure that the words inside are not heard by outsiders.

Lao Dao sat on the main seat, took a sip of the teacup, thought about it, got straight to the point, and said: "Luoyang's combat power is not bad, and he has a Yama ghost face, and it is difficult to distinguish the true from the false in ten thousand faces, plus the Nine Shadows Dao Law, there is no shadow in coming and going, we want to deal with him, the first thing is to seize the initiative, without the initiative, we are no different from losing!"

The big man sitting on the left nodded, put his left hand on the armrest, tapped his four fingers, looked around at everyone, opened his mouth to speak, and heard the sound of the urn.

"Wei Wuru is right, but how to seize the opportunity in Luoyang's hands is worth our careful consideration, that kid is ruthless, one wrong step, it will be difficult for me to turn back!"

"If you are a human being, you have a weakness, Luoyang is indeed separated from Kunlun, but I don't believe that if Kunlun has three long and two short, Luoyang can be indifferent. ”

The cold young man sitting in the hall said loudly, but everyone shook their heads back and forth, disagreeing with this point of view.

Luoyang is the same as the apostles of the underworld, they have no lower limit, and they will do whatever it takes to achieve the goal, but the apostles of the underworld have the constraints of the Emperor of Hades and Luoyang does not.

How terrible is an apostle who is free and free, no one can give an answer, and this matter is the same as Luoyang's sword, which is unprecedented.

"If Kunlun has something, it depends on you and me?"

The Confucian scholar who was sitting opposite him pursed his lips, looked around at the cultivators, and saw that the cold young man had doubts about his words, and couldn't help but smile bitterly, and explained aloud: "First, Luoyang judged the mountain gate, everything has nothing to do with Kunlun, we don't make sense to surround the mountain, in case Kunlun makes a move, will we wait for the battle or not?"

"Second, what can Luoyang do in the middle, he can't hurt us, and the disciple below can block that heavenly sword?"

"Third, who can be sure that Luoyang must have Kunlun in his heart, don't forget, the reason why he rebelled against the mountain gate is for that witch, Nanli did it with Luoyang on the cliff, is it a bitter trick?"

Confucius seemed to be asking the cultivator, but in fact he asked everyone more, Wei Wuru and the others narrowed their eyes and pondered the three questions they had to face.

These are all incomprehensible, if Kunlun is besieged, it is difficult to say how Kunlun will be, but they will definitely not end well.

The hall was silent, Confucian touched the jade ring on his finger quietly, and the black-robed man sat in the mountain forest, looked at the jade ring with the same palm, turned around and disappeared into the forest.

The brilliance on the jade ring gradually faded, and Confucius raised his head and spoke again, "Everyone, instead of besieging Kunlun, we should besiege Qianjilou, Qianjilou must know the traces of Luoyang!"

When the sound fell, Wei Wuru suddenly raised his head, pondered for a moment, and made a decision.

"Let's go, besiege the Thousand Machine Tower, and ask about the traces of Luoyang!"

When the sound fell, Wei Wuru appeared in the port with a group of sect masters, looked around for a moment, and waited for a long, long time before the boat slowly approached, and the boatman arched his hand to Wei Wuru, without waiting for the other party to speak, chuckled and threw out a jade talisman, and then swayed away.

Wei Wuru caught the jade talisman and hooked the corners of his mouth proudly, and in a trance, he had already seen the situation of Luoyang Fufa......

The wind of freedom carried the unfree snow through the mountains, Li Qinyue stood in the mountains, looking at the bottom of the mountain from afar, and saw not all living beings, but a game of chess.

"Zhuge Ling, Lao Tzu is the leader of the alliance, not a messenger, and there is ......"

The wind and snow gradually stopped, ripples rippled in the void, and there was a faint roar of dissatisfaction from Xuan Wudao, and after a while, a jade talisman broke through the boundary, releasing a glow in front of Li Qinyue.

"Just in time......"

Li Qinyue chuckled and bowed in the direction of the Immortal League, holding the jade talisman, there was no sound transmission in it, only a game of chess, and inside was what Zhuge Ling said to Li Qinyue.

"I see, what a thousand machine buildings!"

Li Qinyue let out a whisper, turned around and walked down the mountain, through the corridor, Feiyun Palace was close in front of him.

Senior Brother Luoyang is no more, only Xiao Jiang is left alone, it looks even more empty, every tile, every brick is lonely.

The snow on the eaves floated up, looking curiously at the courtyard, Jiang Luo sat on the stone bench made in Luoyang, staring at the stone table, holding the pen in one hand to moisten the ink, and the other hand to caress the case and look at the heart, put down the pen, and gently sketched the sword in his heart.

The ink gradually dispersed, and there was a sound of footsteps in the courtyard, Jiang Luo's calm heart was disturbed, and he turned back again with hope, and when he saw that it was Li Qinyue, he couldn't help shaking his head, turned around, and smiled bitterly to himself.

"Will Master come back?"

Looking at the painted sword on the paper, Jiang Luo asked himself again, he had never wanted to go down the mountain so much for a moment.

"Don't worry, it's not the time yet, don't forget who your master is. ”

Li Qinyue said softly, turned around and sat on the stone bench, took out a chessboard and pressed it on the paper, and left a small eye.

Jiang Luo took a deep breath, closed his eyes and calmed down for a long time before pinching the chess pieces, thinking for a moment and taking a step forward.

Li Qinyue nodded with satisfaction, Luozi forced to kill, looked at Jiang Luoluozi, and continued to kill with preparation.

This game of chess was played quickly, and after a while, the sunspots were exhausted, Jiang Luo sighed, shook his head, and looked at the gloomy sky after a moment of silence, I haven't seen the sun for a long time, when will I be able to touch the warm glow again?

"Success in life is only temporary, and failure is the main theme. ”

"What do you mean?"

"How to face failure but divide people into different forms, some people will be completely crushed, and some people will keep getting up and moving forward. ”

"Uncle Qi is like this, and so is your master. ”

"Recently, you have been in a bit of a hurry, and you seem to have forgotten that true maturity is not about being flawless, but about being able to face your own shortcomings. ”

After that, Li Qinyue turned around and left, walking quickly, but did not take the black and white chess pieces all over the board.

Jiang Luo threw away the pen in his hand, staring at the black and white on the chessboard with full attention, thinking about Li Qinyue's every step, savoring it carefully, and speculating to his heart's content.

As the sun set, Jiang Luo got up and walked outside the palace, walked through the cloud corridor into the snow-covered Qianling Mountain, and shouted at the top of the mountain: "Sister Xiaowan, Sister Xiaowan......"

The sound echoed in the mountains, and after a while, a streamer flashed in the mountains, and after a while, it headed out towards Kunlun Mountain.