The trees are thick, the grass is abundant, the fragrance of flowers is pervasive, and the air is fresh and pleasant. Walking in Yanshan, everything is so familiar and cordial.

Suddenly, a murderous aura was fleeting.

Yan Shan noticed that this murderous aura came from the direction of the mountain behind the Taiping Palace of the Shangqing Dynasty, which was the place where Li Ruoyu was retreating. His face changed slightly, and an ominous premonition came over him. didn't have time to think about it, he hurriedly unfolded his body and ran wildly towards the mountain behind the Taiping Palace of the Shangqing Dynasty.

On the bluestone, Li Ruoyu sat cross-legged, his eyes slightly closed, and a moon-white robe moved with the wind, like an immortal.

Yan Shan breathed a sigh of relief and said with a light smile: "Everything is fine with the seniors!"

Li Ruoyu slowly opened his eyes, looked at Yan Shan, and said softly: "Seeing that Xiaoyou is safe and sound, the old man is relieved." The words fell, and life came to an abrupt end.

Seeing this, Yan Shan's face changed suddenly, and he flew to Li Ruoyu's side. Under the probing, Li Ruoyu had already stopped breathing.

Tears burst like a flood and gushed out in an instant. Scenes from the past kept coming to mind, and Yan Shan was heartbroken and couldn't help himself.

The boy doesn't flick when he has tears, but he hasn't reached the sad place.

I don't know how long it took, but the tears were dry. After sadness, there are some things to face.

Yan Shan wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with his sleeve, calmed down, and carefully examined the corpse.

The face is slightly purple, and there are signs of poisoning. There was a dark purple palm print on his chest, which seemed to be seen somewhere.

"It's Nether Claw. Yan Shan was secretly frightened. Two years ago, Dugu Feng was seriously injured and dying, and it was by the claws of the ghost ghost.

However, the martial arts cultivation of the predecessors is unfathomable, and who can hurt him?

Poisoning, raiding, that's the only plausible explanation at the moment. If this is the case, only those who have the absolute trust of their predecessors can do it.

Nether ghost claws, thousand-year-old poisonous corpses, all of these are closely related to the Netherworld Ghost Mansion, and there may be hidden ulterior conspiracy.

Yan Shan secretly made up his mind that he must find out about this matter, find out the culprit, and pay for the blood debt.

After that, Yan Shan gently picked up Li Ruoyu and walked in the direction of the Taiping Palace of the Shangqing Dynasty, walking slowly but firmly. The fragrance of flowers is permeated, the air is fresh, and he wants to accompany his predecessors through this last stretch......

In the Taiping Palace of the Qing Dynasty, in the main hall, all the Taoist priests knelt down with sad expressions.

Yan Shan looked at Li Ruoyu's four disciples, his eyes were as clear as water, as if he could go straight into the depths of their hearts. Soon after, he left, and from beginning to end, he did not say a word.

Mount Emei, Falling Eagle Cliff.

A beautiful woman in Tsing Yi sat cross-legged, her eyes slightly closed, and her delicate and beautiful face was as cold as frost, like a fairy in the dust, so beautiful that she couldn't be rich. This person is Li Ruoxian.

At this time, a long white dress floated in, and her delicate and handsome face was full of joy. This person is Wang Yiran.

Li Ruoxian opened her eyes and asked casually, "Why is Sister Yiran so happy today?"

Wang Yiran said coquettishly: "There is good news, if Sister Ruoxian listens to it, she will definitely be happier than me." ”

Li Ruoxian seemed to think of something, and hurriedly asked, "Is he still alive?"

Wang Yiran sighed lightly and said slowly: "My sister knows, Sister Ruoxian will definitely be able to guess." ”

Li Ruoxian was overjoyed and asked, "Where is he?"

Wang Yiran shook his head slightly, and said in a deep voice: "I only know that six days ago, in the camp south of Xiliang Mansion, Brother Yan was going to fight to the death with Helian Mountain, the national teacher of Western Xia. Just when the two were fighting, a captain took the monarch of Western Xia by surprise and killed the monarch of Western Xia under the sword on the spot. After that, Helian was in the mountains and died of poison gas. ”

Li Ruoxian groaned: "Is the monarch of Western Xia really dead?"

Wang Yiran said with a straight face: "It's true. The new monarch of Western Xia, Li Qinglan, has ascended the throne and issued an edict to kill Brother Yan and the school captain to avenge the monarch of Western Xia. When the words fell, she seemed to think of something, and hurriedly comforted: "Sister Ruoxian, the festival mourns and changes!"

Providence is like this, and creation makes people.

Li Ruoxian had expected such a day, but when this day came, the grief and pain were still heartbreaking. She looked down at the Falling Eagle Cliff, and there was no end to it in the clouds, and so did this relationship.

(End of chapter)