In the early morning of winter, Taixumen saw the long-lost sunshine for the first time. The remaining flames on the martial arts arena were gradually extinguished, and wisps of white smoke dissipated into the air. The once magnificent palace now looks dilapidated, and last night's battle completely changed the Taixu Gate.

The snow accumulated in the mountains revealed a dark blanket at this time, and the melting snow turned into clear streams that flowed down the slopes of the mountains into the ditches.

The martial arts arena full of shadows was incredibly quiet at this time, and dozens of disciples who were tied up by the five flowers knelt on the ground and buried their heads in silence, and it was not difficult to see the fear in their hearts from the trembling body.

These are all disciples who were arrested in last night's rebellion, and they are also people who were included in the death list.

Standing opposite them were the deacons of the Taixu Gate. At a glance, it is estimated that there are dozens of people. There were hundreds, if not thousands, of disciples around, and everyone held their breath, and no one dared to make a move at this time.

In the middle of the martial arts arena, there is a platform with a high measuring stick, which is the place where the disciples in the door compete on weekdays, and they like to call the abruptly raised flat ground called the ring, and the disciples who compete on it are all life and death, so it is rare to see anyone competing in the ring over the years.

Although she has not regained her previous momentum of shocking the four seats, her aura is still so strong that everyone is in awe.

The robe did not reach the heel but did not drag the ground, and every step was just right, not light or heavy. The long hair crossed the high collar and fluttered back with the wind, glowing with a new breath under the morning sun, but it also hid a faint murderous aura.

Stepping into the ring, Lu Ling waved his robe and turned around with a cold gaze, facing the dozens of disciples who were kneeling on the ground, and a trace of imperceptible anger appeared on his emaciated face.

The slender right arm of the crane was raised in the light, and the golden token in his hand shone in the morning sun, and suddenly the sound of bowing and worshipping came from the martial arts arena.

"See the master!"

The sound of the flood came and went, swinging far away around the valley, as if the snow on the mountains had melted.

"Reorganize the void and raise my mountain gate"

Lingling's voice was like a sharp sword piercing through the sky, and white clouds drifted across the clear blue sky.

"Reorganize the void and raise my mountain gate ......"

The voices of the disciples were higher and higher, sweeping through every corner of the valley. Among them, there are those who come from the heart, and there are those who are perfunctory in order to survive. These are no longer important, for Lu Ling, the Taixu Gate has returned to her

of the hands.

"Jiang Lang, have you seen it? Qiaoqiao has taken back the Taixu Gate!" Ling Ling looked up to the sky and closed her eyes, feeling the warm winter sun through her eyelids, revealing a faint smile.

In order to recapture the Taixu Gate, she did not hesitate to sacrifice her biological daughter, but God made people and she was imprisoned. But she once couldn't see her daughter rescued, and at this moment, it should be Jiang Qiaoqiao who made her feel guilty.

It's a pity that after last night, Mu Xiao and Jiang Qiaoqiao no longer knew their whereabouts, so they only let Bai Yang bring a few words.

Lu Ling glanced at all the disciples, and shouted solemnly: "All the disciples listen to the order, the disciples of the Taixu Sect will see Jiang Qiaoqiao as if they saw me one day, and those who dare to be disrespectful to her will be expelled from the Taixu Sect." ”

"Obey ......"

Everyone knew in their hearts that it was Jiang Qiaoqiao and Mu Xiao who killed Wei Long, and they should have been the masters of the Taixu Sect. But now that the two of them have left, the Taixu Gate cannot be leaderless.

Now in terms of status, she is also the highest in terms of status, and she can naturally serve the public as the master of the door.

Of course, the two halls of Taixu Gate are still retained, but now that Sa Chongyang's leg is injured, all the affairs of the torture hall are temporarily handed over to Yang Yaozong to take care of.

The deacon hall was handed over to Dalong, and as for those disciples who resisted and were arrested, they were all imprisoned in the Taixu dungeon and dealt with at a later date.

There was no grand ceremony, and it was regarded as a monarch on the spot, and Lu Ling became the new master of Taixu Gate.

At the moment, in addition to rectifying the Taixu Gate, what she wants most is to see Jiang Qiaoqiao's side.

Returning to her residence from the martial arts arena, Lu Ling sat on the chair and looked a little weak, in front of Jiang Linan, there was no need for her to pretend to be indifferent like just now.

"Ahem......"

A cough made her muscles exposed, and when she saw the red blood stains on the handkerchief, she put the handkerchief away in a panic, for fear that she would see it in the Jiang Linan who poured water.

"Linan, get a thicker coat for my mother, it's a little cold when it's cold. Ling commanded softly.

The water at the southern end of the river didn't think much about it, and casually responded yes.

"Mother, drink some water first, and I'll get you clothes." Jiang Linan bent down to hand over the water, but did not notice the abnormality of the Lingling.

"Good!"

Lu Ling's tone was so doting that even Jiang Linan felt a little surprised, and the mother in her impression was always as cold as ice, and she hadn't seen her for several months

It's like a different person.

Jiang Linan, who turned around and walked away, looked back and asked in a low voice, "Mother, what's wrong with you?"

Seeing that her son was puzzled when he raised his hands around his head, Lu Ling realized the change in himself. However, she still maintained that loving expression, and asked with a slightly expectant face: "Before my mother, I was not good enough for you, and I cared too little about you, have you ever blamed my mother?"

Jiang Linan raised his eyebrows and smiled at the corners of his mouth, as if a warm current poured into his heart, and he looked at his mother with hazy eyes, only seeing the general outline.

"In the hearts of children, mothers are always the best, and children can feel their mother's love. ”

After Jiang Linan finished speaking, he walked quickly to the room on the side of the house, he was afraid that if he stayed for a moment longer, he would let himself cry into tears.

Seeing Jiang Linan's back disappear at the door of the room, Lu Ling wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, but she couldn't calm down for a long time.

It wasn't until Jiang Linan came back to put on her coat that she was pulled back from the memories of the past.

"Rinan, take out the things in the west wing and clean the room. ”

Tightening the collar with both hands, Lu Ling looked sideways at Jiang Linan on the side, and there was still guilt in those red eyes.

The west wing room is the largest room in the entire residence, and the door has been locked all these years, and even Jiang Linan has never entered, and all the relics of Jiang Lang are placed there. For as long as Jiang Linan can remember, that room has always been a forbidden place.

"Mother, isn't our room enough for us now?" Jiang Li Nanhu asked.

Lu Ling sighed softly, got up carefully with her coat, and after standing firm, she turned to Jiang Linan and said, "My sister has been away from home for so many years, and I don't know how much I have suffered outside. If you come back one day, you can have a place to rest. ”

"Mother!"

"Do you know why that room has been locked? It's my mother who is afraid, my mother has not dared to face that room all these years, and whenever she sees the door open, she can always see everything in the past, including your sister and your father. ”

Pause: "Qiaoqiao used to like to sit on the threshold of the west room and watch his father dance the sword in the courtyard......"

At this time, the memories of the past are like a gentle stream flowing by, and like a surging flood hitting Lingling's mind, she wants to say all the hidden words in her heart over the years.

Looking at her mother who was crying, Jiang Linan smiled and clenched Lingling's hands with tears, listening intently to everything in the past.