The back mountain of the Shushan Sword Sect, there are many tablets, all over the eyes, all sects and factions, Li Xiaoyi walked over in rows, and when he walked to the top of the mountain, he saw two words, Kunlun.

There are too many names that Li Xiaoyi has never known, and there are only a few people who know and are familiar with them.

Zhang Sheng, Li Xi, Lu Ming, Tan Cong, Zhang Xiaofei, etc., when he saw them, Li Xiaoyi sat down with a gloomy expression.

"Why don't you bring it back to Kunlun Mountain?"

Chen Yueling's face also had a sad look, this place has always been the last place she wants to come.

"This is the meaning of the Six Sects. Her voice was deep.

"For what? It's not from his Shushan Sword Sect. Li Xiaoyi's face was gloomy.

After being silent for a while, Chen Yueling looked at the rows of tablets, which were buried with corpses with separated heads, many of which were still well-dressed, such as Zhang Sheng and Li Xi.

"The six sects of the Daomen, with the same qi and branches, are the bodies of the common people, buried in one place, and there is also companionship, so that they can witness the victory of the Daomen in the near future. ”

Li Xiaoyi sneered: "This is what Wushi Zhenren said?"

"Hmm!" Chen Yueling stopped talking.

The breeze on the mountain is gentle, but the sky is hanging from the sky, which is affected by the distant horizon.

The battle between the land immortals actually spanned the land of Sanzhou, as far away as the Shushan Sword Sect, and it was inevitable to be affected by it.

Li Xiaoyi was distraught, and his white hair fluttered gently, especially in the dim sky.

Chen Yueling's gaze fell on it, but she just stared blankly, biting her lips tightly and not saying a word.

Li Xiaoyi's hand fell on the tombstone, the handwriting was carved and powerful, looking extremely familiar, and the corners of his mouth curled: "It's from the hand of the real person in charge of the sect." ”

The relationship between Murong Yunyan and Li Xiaoyi, in the past, Kunlun people knew about it, and they also envied others, who didn't want to have a legendary figure who took good care of themselves.

Naturally, Li Xiaoyi could see Murong Yunyan's notes, and it was not surprising.

Wushi Zhenren buried the Daomen monks who died in battle here, in order to win people's hearts, and Murong Yunyan did the same.

They are all dead, when they were together in the past, Li Xiaoyi never regarded them as close friends, and now that the Si people are gone, all that is left is sentimentality and regret.

The human heart is really interesting, and when you want to be ruthless, or think you have been ruthless and indifferent, now you look at it, it is tantamount to self-deception.

The dead people in front of him, for some reason, always have indelible traces in his heart.

Taking out a pot of dragon flame liquid, Li Xiaoyi first took a sip of it himself, and then smiled: "I usually don't want to drink this wine, it's cheaper for you dead poor ghosts." ”

In front of each tablet, he poured some, and when it was Zhang Sheng's turn, Li Xiaoyi held the wine jug and smiled.

"You old boy, you don't make a noise on weekdays, and you never be polite to me when you have a benefit, I remember, you seem to owe me a thank you. ”

Thinking of the scene when the sword was given back then, it was like yesterday, Chen Yueling's eyes were hazy with tears, and the silent figure was still vaguely in front of her.

In front of Zhang Sheng's tablet, the most wine was poured, and the air was suddenly filled with the aroma of wine, and Li Xiaoyi raised his head and drank the remaining dragon flame liquid.

He sang in his mouth: "Is Ji Zi safe? He will return, everything in his life, that can be looked back! Who comforts the long journey, the brother died, I can't remember, the glass of wine ...... in the past"

The voice was desolate, echoing leisurely on the back mountain of the Shushan Sword Sect, Xu Yun, who was busy, walked out of the door, and Wang Zheng, the two glanced at each other, quietly listening to the desolation in the lyrics.

When Daomen returned to the mountain, he had never been embarrassed, this time in the big war, just the robbery of the real people fell two people, and the rest of the real people and the true pill were countless.

The Enlightened True Man is not bad, but he was slightly injured, and as the Sect Leader of the Shushan Sword Sect, the Enlightened True Person, is not out of retreat.

And after the rest of the sects returned one after another, the enlightened real person did not hesitate to open the Sect Protection Array.

The turtle couldn't shrink and started a comprehensive defense, but what was surprising was that this time the White Bone Mountain actually did not take advantage of the victory to pursue, but quietly did the same thing as the Shushan Sword Sect.

The ghost mother because of the full force of the ghost tide, belongs to self-damage cultivation, but also retreated, as the only land immortal of the Daomen, Lu Lengxuan, is to return to the Shushan Sword Sect unharmed.

What kind of arrangements and plans the big people will have, Li Xiaoyi can't touch it, and he doesn't want to know, there are only those cold tablets in front of him.

And behind him, Chen Yueling was gone, only another familiar figure.

In Li Xiaoyi's hand, he held a gold medal tightly, his body did not move, he didn't even look back, he just looked at the tablet in front of him expressionlessly.

The mountain breeze was very cold, and he used to have too much perception of the external warmth and coldness since he cultivated the Tao and sought truth, but now, he felt extremely cold.

There was silence for a long time, and there was no word for a long time, and Murong Yunyan's purple and gold robe was still stained with blood.

"Now that you're back, it's good to live, Kunlun, you can only be in Kunlun. ”

Her hand landed lightly on Li Xiaoyi's shoulder, and Li Xiaoyi's body trembled involuntarily, but then let go of the tense qi all over her body.

"You're not going to kill me?"

Murong Yunyan laughed silently: "I'm waiting for the day when you can kill me." ”

"Hmm!", Li Xiaoyi got up and stood up, and when he turned around, he looked at the woman in front of him, so close, but so far away.

In the past years, there was only endless hatred in my heart, and to this day, it is still the same.

But he didn't dare to make a move, it had nothing to do with courage, cultivation was a reason, and there was also the fact that he had never understood this woman.

If the positions are reversed, if Li Xiaoyi is Murong Yunyan, he will definitely not hesitate to make a move in the face of his ambitious self, just like when she pushed him off the cliff back then.

Murong Yunyan turned around, Li Xiaoyi looked at her back with complicated eyes, and her voice suddenly said faintly: "I knew you wouldn't die......"

Li Xiaoyi's body moved unnaturally, and the graceful figure had disappeared in front of his eyes.

The sea beast gold medal in his hand, holding it hard, his whole body seemed to be out of strength, and he sat silently on the ground.

Looking at the gradual appearance of the wind and clouds in the distance, the clouds have dissipated, there is light on everything, and everything seems to be calm again.

But his heart was very confused, and when he looked back at those lifeless tablets, a wry smile appeared on his face.

She, he really can't understand, but he is a little enlightened, it turns out that he has never been in her eyes, although she is a woman, she has a mind that men can't match, which is a good word.

In other words, in her place, is there still a value for him Li Xiaoyi? This is his speculation, in fact, he doesn't understand, why he chose to stay, why?