The terrifying shadow that shrouded the top of Fengyun Village finally dissipated with the passing of Si Xiang, but during the time when the clouds were shrouded, there were too many people who died.

The Sikong family, who has governed Fengyun Village for generations, is extinct, and the people in the main village have also fled.

Even if the Northern Meditation tried its best, it couldn't calm down the villagers.

For them, the Sikong family is the pillar of Fengyun Village, and now that the Sikong family is gone, everything depends on them.

Although their lives are so simple and ordinary, whether they are used to the existence of the Sikong family or not, when they suddenly see the sun in the dark night, they will only be blinded by the dazzling sunlight.

Maybe it will be many years before they get used to it.

In fact, there is a very simple way to calm the emotions of the villagers.

Move Si Xiang's body to the altar for display to calm the hearts of the people.

Northern Meditation did not do this.

Even if Si Xiang did to Fengyunzhai and the Sikong family, it was a harm to the heavens and reason, but even if she was dead, she was still the frost sword Si Xiang who fought proudly and danced like an immortal.

And still his friend.

Si Xiang was buried in the cemetery of the villagers behind the main village of Fengyun Village, and at the request of Yuan Xue, Bei Mingxiu buried her far away, at least not as neighbors with others, and also planted a small white flower on the mound.

Yuan Xue stood silently in front of Si Xiang's grave for a day, accompanied by the Northern Meditation Cultivator.

He had already talked about other things in Fengyun Village with Mu Yu and other cultivators, and he believed that they would take care of it, but the spiritual treasures stored in Sikong Jing should also be taken away by them.

As for Xu Jinsong, he had long since disappeared, but Bei Ming Cultivator could be sure that this guy must be watching them from a short distance.

No matter what his purpose was, at least he was friend and foe for the time being, otherwise he would not have survived until now.

He can now concentrate on accompanying the little girl next to him who has suffered a huge blow both physically and mentally.

Since Si Xiang was killed by him yesterday, the originally lively and cheerful little girl has never smiled or said a word to him.

In the eyes of the Northern Meditation Cultivator, this is also a matter of course.

Although Si Xiang committed a lot of bloody cases in Fengyun Village, she treated Yuan Xue as her closest sister from beginning to end, and she didn't think about hurting her at all, otherwise she could have killed the three brothers of the Sikong family directly, and she didn't have to sneak around at all, trying to kill without leaving any traces.

She has always been the eldest sister who spoils her the most.

And she is the one who killed her.

No matter what high-sounding reason he had, Si Xiang died under his sword.

The Northern Meditation Cultivator was ready to be avenged by Yuan Xue and even the entire Snow Peak Sword Sect a few years or more.

Si Xiang's blood debt, he took it.

When the sun was waning, Si Xiang said the first sentence to him in the past two days.

"I don't understand why Senior Sister is doing this. ”

Bei Mingxiu was silent for a moment, patted Yuan Xue's shoulder and said: "Hatred is a very difficult thing to control, the Sikong family killed her mother back then, if it weren't for hatred, she wouldn't have attacked the Sikong family." ”

When he said this, Bei Mingxiu's heart could not be calm.

Si Xiang was swallowed by the flames of hatred, and he did not hesitate to accept Fang Chengyi's Death Demon Eye and came to Fengyun Village to seek revenge, how could his own heart not be wrapped in hatred?

The eight Holy Pavilion masters who besieged his parents, as well as the culprit named Dongfang Xin, if he hadn't known that he was not strong enough, he would have started his revenge a long time ago.

Even if five of the eight were dead now, and the fate of the remaining three was unknown, and he didn't even know their faces and names, he didn't intend to let them go.

Ask yourself, if he has become Mo Wushuang's kind of existence that can be compared to the gods, and there is an existence that may prevent him from telling him, as long as you accept a gift, I will not interfere in any of your actions, and can even help, after confirming that the other party has no intention of harming him, he will also choose to accept, and then let the enemies taste the pain of the flame of revenge that has burned for more than ten years, even Xun Rizhao's resurrection cannot stop him.

But if in order to get revenge, he needs to kill some people who didn't deserve to die in the first place, even people close to him, will he do it?

The former, he was not sure, but he still tended to nod.

The latter, he couldn't choose.

What if it's Yuan Xue?

He also wanted to know the answer.

Hatred should not continue like this.

He looked at Yuan Xue's slightly pale little face, waiting for her next sentence.

Yuan Xue raised her head and asked, "Senior sister...... Is it a bad guy?"

"She's certainly a bad person for someone who has been killed by someone else. Bei Ming Xiu put his hand on her shoulder and said seriously, "But the most important thing is your own opinion. ”

"In your opinion, is your senior sister a bad person?"

Yuan Xue hesitated for a moment and shook her head with some uncertainty. Micro book bar

Bei Ming Xiu continued: "Zhong Buyan, is he a bad person?"

Yuan Xue nodded.

"Your senior sister could have killed Zhong Bu and let him leave after abolishing one of his legs, but she still chose to kill him, probably to ensure your safety. Bei Mingxiu's face became a little complicated, and he said, "She has always been sincere to you. ”

Yuan Xue lowered her head again and looked at the dirt on the ground in a daze.

"The boundaries between good and bad are different in everyone's hearts, so you don't need to worry too much. ”

"I promised her that I would send you back to the Snow Peak Sword Sect safely, no matter how bad a person I am in your heart, if you want to avenge your senior sister, you have to cultivate for a few more years, and when the time comes, I will definitely not avoid going down the mountain to find me." ”

After speaking, Bei Ming Xiu placed a sword in Yuan Xue's hand.

The name of the sword is Qiushui, and its edge is like autumn water.

It is Si Xiang's closest comrade-in-arms, and it is also the high-ranking spirit sword in the Snow Peak Sword Sect.

Yuan Xue held Qiushui in her hand and said softly, "Thank you." ”

Bei Ming Xiu didn't hear clearly, and asked, "What?"

Yuan Xue held Qiushui in her arms with one hand and grimaced at him.

Laughing is like crying.

Bei Ming Xiu was slightly stunned.

This should be counted, a little out of the shadows, right?

Yuan Xue suddenly stretched out her hand and grabbed the corner of his clothes, and said timidly: "Zhou Han...... Are you leaving?"

Bei Ming Xiu smiled and said, "Of course, Fengyun Village has become like this, and it will be useless for us to stay here." ”

A faint light flashed in Yuan Xue's eyes, "What about the treasure of the Barren Valley that day?"

Bei Ming Xiu shook his head and said, "I'm not interested in it, and I don't know what unknown dangers exist in the Heavenly Desolate Valley, so I can't take you on an adventure." ”

Yuan Xue sighed, her little face puffed up slightly, but the light in her eyes did not dim, and she continued to ask, "Then where will you go after sending me back to the Snow Peak Sword Sect?"

Bei Mingxiu couldn't help but reach out and pinch her face, seeing that she just had an unpretentious look on her face, he didn't apologize, and said casually: "Naturally, it's the Heavenly Dao Alliance." ”

A warm smile appeared on his face, "There, there are still people waiting for me." ”

The brilliance in Yuan Xue's eyes faded slightly, and she sighed dissatisfied, but still asked, "You won't leave me behind along the way, right?"

"No, it won't. ”

"Really?"

"Absolutely not. ”

"It's a puppy to deceive!"

......

In all fairness, Northern Meditation didn't want to leave there.

According to his estimate, Fang Chengyi should be watching the dramas in Fengyun Village in the Heavenly Desolate Valley, and then leisurely waiting for his arrival.

If he was the only one, he would naturally go to the Heavenly Barren Valley and wait for Fang Chengyi to appear.

But now, there is one more Yuan Xue by his side.

Fang Chengyi couldn't wait for him, maybe he would chase him out of the Heavenly Desolate Valley, and it would be extremely difficult for him to protect Yuan Xue at that time.

But when he entered the Heavenly Barren Valley, he threw himself into the net and left with Yuan Xue, which was a tactical detour, and at least he could fight for a small opportunity.

So the next morning, he carried two bags on his back, and a little girl with two swords beside him, ready to embark on the journey back.

Yuan Xue still asked to hold his cuffs or the corners of his clothes, but he did not refuse.

It's just that when he left Fengyun Village for a distance, and was about to pick up the iron sword and leave, his eyes lit up.

In the desert not far away, three figures slowly appeared.

The one in the center was a girl, and a girl he knew very well.

The clothes on her body are not clean, obviously she has experienced all the weather, but the two knives on her waist, one on the left and one on the right, are still extremely clean, one red and one green complement each other, which is particularly eye-catching.

She held a small shiny bead in her hand, and her eyebrows jumped and jumped, as if she was moving in some direction.

Feeling the anger ahead, she looked up in amazement, and after a moment of consternation, the smile on her face was like a bud pulled from the branches in early spring, full of vitality.

"Zhou Han, what a coincidence!"