How can there be so many clothed mounds and nameless monuments here?

So many people have died?

However, before Li Zijin could take a step forward to ask the monk, he didn't expect Su Hu to take a step forward, and instantly appeared next to the unsightly sword cultivator, and asked with an unbelievable expression: "Dare to ask Your Excellency, what are the identities of these people?"

The unsightly sword cultivator pinned the wine gourd back to his waist, glanced at a handsome young man in a gilded robe in the distance, frowning slightly, and then turned his gaze to the stunning woman in a green dress and a skirt with drooping hair in front of him, and replied: "Here, it is the burial place of the disciples of the Wuding Sect, who is the girl?"

After getting this answer, Su Hu smiled miserably.

Sure enough, they and they died.

Su Hu didn't seem to believe it, and didn't answer the question of the sword cultivator. He asked again, "What happened?

These two questions seemed to be more difficult to answer than the two questions just now, so this middle-aged sword cultivator with a wine gourd hanging from his waist didn't know which question of the stunning woman to answer first for a while, so he could only smile bitterly: "Is there a friendship between the girl and the Wuding Sect?"

There will be this question, in fact, it is nothing more than curiosity, after all, this sword cultivator himself, back then, was willing to bury this indefinite sect with his own hands, together with the sect master, the patriarch hall palm, the worship, the guest qing, the registered guest qing, the inner disciples, the outer disciples, a total of eight hundred and nine people.

It was he who built a well-dressed mound and an anonymous monument for them, not because he was troublesome, but because he really didn't know the names of these people, but he just had an old friend, an ordinary outer disciple who was unknown on this Wuding Mountain.

Every year today, this sword cultivator will come here, bring a pot of heroic gall that the outer disciples of the Wuding Sect love to drink, and sacrifice an old man who is impossible to drink with him again, this habit has been insisted on by the sword cultivator for sixteen years.

Li Zijin slowly walked to Su Hu's side and patted her on the shoulder, although the young man didn't know what kind of friendship Su Hu had with this Wuding Sect back then, but the young man, who was empathetic and good at observing words and feelings, still captured Su Hu's lonely expression from countless details, and a posture that was almost "empty".

She is no longer willing to speak, and she is empty, in fact, she is also unwilling to think about it, she has lived for a hundred years, and the fox demon has lived for more than three hundred years, but she always looks down on these.

In fact, there is no friendship at all, she Su Hu and this Wuding Sect are nothing more than a hundred years ago, when she was in a hurry against the wind, she looked down and glanced down, and saw that above the main peak, there were hundreds of disciples of the Wuding Sect ready to go, as if they were going to do a big thing.

What else could there be?

She just didn't look down on these, but last night in the carriage, she saw the bleak back of the young man, and in a trance, it reminded this fox demon who had not shown his true body for too long a time when he was a little fox, that was Su Hu, no.

It was the happiest time for the little fox who didn't know how to cultivate his body, let alone how to name himself, and what was the meaning of a name, in more than 300 years.

The reason why she was deeply impressed by an indefinite sect was because it was the first time she had learned to resist the wind.

A Jindan fox demon who has not been cultivated long and whose realm is comparable to the seven realms flew into the sky for the first time.

It was a cloudless day, as if God had treated her like a demon, a spirit, a ghost, and something like that, and suddenly opened the net, and no longer stumbled her everywhere, so that a fox demon could see many new things that she had never seen before when she overlooked the earth for the first time.

She flew higher than the wild geese she usually looked up to, and watching the flock of geese fly south, she knew that it was going to get cold.

She looked at the people walking on the earth, all like ants, dense, countless black dots gathered together, how crowded, if only they could fly to the sky like herself.

She looked at the big rivers, winding and long, twisting and turning, endless, as if there was a black line at the foot, from this side of the mountain, can flow to the other side of the mountain, she was thinking, it turned out that the mountain that she couldn't climb no matter how hard she tried before, the long river that she couldn't wade through no matter what, is it just like that?

Flying over the mountain, she saw the Wuding River, the Wuding Mountain, the Wuding Sect, and a group of disciples of the Wuding Sect, who were like rainbows.

Now that they have all turned into a pile of white bones, they are all dead, listening to the tone of the sword cultivator, it seems that there is no one left, heh.

Li Zijin didn't bother the maid in Tsing Yi who was in a daze, stunned, the young man rarely saw Su Hu is like this, in his eyes, it seemed that she was a fox demon who didn't care about everything, was ruthless, killed when she said she would, regarded human life as a mustard, and even sometimes had no shame.

In the eyes of the young man, there should be no human emotions in Su Hu's eyes.

It's the teenager who is narrow-minded.

Li Zijin raised his hand and hugged his fist at the unsightly sword cultivator and said, "Dare to ask Brother Tai, the origin of these clothed mounds and nameless monuments? I just heard you say that this is the burial place of the disciples of the Wuding Sect, what I want to know is, why did they die, and why, there is not even a name on the stone tablet?"

The middle-aged sword cultivator looked at the young man, also raised his hand and clenched his fist, returned the salute, raised his chin towards the huge stone tablet beside him, and said: "There should have been a name, but on this stone tablet, there is only one person's name, I only remember his name, and nothing else, it is really impossible." ”

Li Zijin wanted to speak and stopped.

The middle-aged sword cultivator suddenly smiled and asked the young man, "Do you want to hear the story?" This story is a bit long. ”

The young man glanced at the maid in Tsing Yi, and then replied decisively: "Yes." ”

So, the sword cultivator drew his sword out of its sheath, the heavens and the earth changed color, and a stream of time appeared beside the two of them.

Su Hu, the maid in green clothes in the distance, was already still, and everything between heaven and earth seemed to have suddenly stopped.

The geese no longer fly, the river no longer flows, the breeze no longer blows, and the white clouds no longer break.

Only the young man and the sword cultivator who was not good-looking and drew his sword out of the sheath looked at each other.

However, in the next moment, even Li Zijin was in a completely static state.

Li Zijin felt that he was fluttering, and the next moment, it was as if he had entered someone's body and began to observe the world through that person's eyes.

He could hear, smell, see, think, and not lose consciousness, but he could not turn his head, manipulate the owner of the body, or sense what the owner of the body was thinking.

The middle-aged sword cultivation sword is a unique swordsmanship that supports a small sect in the world, and it is not lethal, but it can make others enter their own heart lake, and through the ripples of memory on their own heart lake, they can see what happened back then.

This kind of swordsmanship is called empathy.