Yunhua Mountain, Feiyun Peak.

A peak stands proudly between the vast sea of clouds, the dangerous peaks stand tall, and the mountains are empty.

Muxian Pavilion, located in the middle of Feiyun Peak connected to Cangyun Peak, is a cliff on the left, a little farther away in front of the mountain, the water curtain hangs, turbulent and discharged.

On the right, you can see the distant peaks, which are stacked on top of each other, and here is the famous viewing platform of Feiyun Peak.

In the Muxian Pavilion, a woman in a bright green shirt sat in the pavilion, although she was middle-aged, her face was not reduced by half, her lips habitually brought a smile, her eyes were like autumn water, her skin was moist, and she looked elegant and gentle.

Behind her stood two young girls, with beautiful faces, who seemed to be her disciples.

And now, I saw that the woman stretched out her slender jade hand, stroked the piano and played, the sound of the piano was faint, floating in the valley and the forest, just listening to the sound of the piano, with a trace of resentment and gloom, like an infatuated woman waiting for the return of her longing lover, it actually made people feel a sense of heartache.

A white jade bridge spans from Cangyun Peak to Muxian Pavilion, and is long and curved, under the bridge is foggy, birds cross, from a distance to see, to say that it is a sky bridge.

On the other side of the bridge not far from Mu Xian Pavilion, a middle-aged man appeared at some point and where, and was slowly walking towards Mu Xian Pavilion, seeing that the man's expression was indifferent and hesitant.

His solemn eyes didn't seem to want to go this way, and when he got closer, this man was Song Beiluo of Lingyun Peak.

At this time, the woman in the pavilion noticed that someone was coming, and the gentle sound of the piano stopped abruptly, and she stopped her movements and stood up. A flash of joy flashed across her face. Turning to face the man not far away, she stared at her quietly with a pair of apricot eyes, for a long time, for a long time......

The two female disciples behind her quickly walked away in a playful manner, leaving only Song Beiluo and the woman in green clothes.

Song Beiluo looked at the woman in front of him, sighed slightly, and lowered his head to stop looking at her.

The woman in the pavilion said quietly: "Senior Brother Song, I haven't seen you for a long time......"

Song Beiluo slowly approached her, looking at her, his face was a little complicated, and then he became indifferent, he said, "You...... I've been feeling okay lately!"

The woman saw that there was no expression on his indifferent face, but he still did not change, and he was always smiling at her.

She stopped looking at him, turned her head and looked at the distant mountains and green forests in front of the pavilion, the sky was light and the wind was light, and she had no intention of enjoying such a pleasant scenery at the moment.

She said in a quiet voice: "Senior Brother Song came here today, didn't he just say hello?"

Song Beiluo's expression was about to stop talking, he thought for a while, and said: "I came to meet Master Xiao today, mainly to inform me that the Tianhui Cult has broken through the 'Yeming City' in Youzhou, and I happened to pass by here, so I ...... Come and have a look!"

The woman was silent for a while, she took a long breath, and said: "Now that the cult forces are in full swing, it won't be long before they will occupy the entire Youzhou, I don't know how many Youzhou righteous sects will be murdered, but unfortunately Moqin's body is declining day by day, and he can only survive in this deep mountain, and he can't do his best, so he is really ashamed of his ......!"

"Senior sister, it's all because of me, if it weren't for you......" Song Beiluo looked at the woman with a heartache on his face and said, his voice was now a little choked.

The woman in dark green clothes interrupted Song Beiluo's words: "Don't say it, Senior Brother Song, I don't blame you for the previous incident, without you, I would have fallen for the "Ice Spirit Gu Poison", so you don't have to blame yourself." ”

Song Beiluo's eyes flashed with a hint of pain, how many years have passed, he has always felt guilty about the woman in front of him, and what he does now cannot make up for his mistakes, even if he wants to die now, he will never give up.

The two stood for a long time, silent, and this moment was as long as torment......

At this time, Song Beiluo took out a bead the size of a night pearl from his arms, only to see that it was crystal clear, the scorching light inside burst out, and the surface was wrapped in a thin layer of light like the warm sun of March.

He spoke: "Senior sister, this is a 'bath bead' that I found in the 'Stirrup Mountain' in Zhongzhou some time ago, it has the effect of warding away the cold and protecting the body, and clearing away evil spirits.

After that, Song Beiluo stretched out his hand and handed the bead to the woman in front of him.

He also said to her: "I believe it is good for your body, as long as you carry it on your chest every day, it can help you recuperate and get twice the result with half the effort!"

The woman in dark green clothes took the bath beads in Song Beiluo's hand, and suddenly felt that her body was warm and comfortable, and her blood was smooth, so she immediately stuffed the beads into the chest of her clothes.

"This bead...... I can feel a slight change in my body, thank you Senior Brother Song!" the woman looked at Song Beiluo with a pair of hot eyes.

Song Beiluo didn't dare to look at her directly, for fear that he would accidentally fall into her bottomless eyes, so his heart was flustered, and he looked into the distance.

He said, "Uh...... It's not too early, I'll go back to Lingyun Peak earlier, you...... Rest early!"

After hearing Song Beiluo's words, the woman's face darkened a little, and the corners of her mouth nodded with a faint smile: "Hmm...... Senior Brother Song, you should be busy first!"

Song Beiluo retracted his gaze and glanced at the woman in front of him, nodded and didn't say anything, turned around and was about to leave.

"I don't know when we'll see each other again......" the woman said to him with some reluctance.

At this time, Song Beiluo's distant back paused, and he said without looking back: "Recently, the affairs in the Sword Sect have been busy, maybe it will go down the mountain for a few more months!"

In this way, the woman looked at the man in the silver robe in front of her and gradually drifted away, and all kinds of helplessness and worries piled up on her pale face, which was particularly miserable and inexplicably distressed at the moment, but the man who turned his back to her and went away would never see her like this.

It is said that this woman is Ji Moqin, the eldest disciple of Xiao Zhengyang, the head of Feiyun Peak, who has both ability and political integrity, and is even more outstanding in true swordsmanship, and has been loved and supported by all teachers.

It's a pity that eighteen years ago, during the battle of the Jiuyi Li Wu Clan, he was hit by the Li Liwu Clan's "Ice Spirit Gu Poison", according to legend, this Gu poison is the Li Wu Clan's supreme Yin to Cold Strange Poison.

The people in the Gu are integrated into the bloodline, and they are becoming more and more addicted to cultivation, and their bodies are cold and weak. Even the Taoist Dharma is mysterious, and the unfathomable head master Venerable Yuan Xuzhen is helpless.

During this period, there were also people who searched for famous teachers and strange people in various parts of Kyushu, but they did not find a good solution to this poison.

After Song Beiluo left, Ji Moqin was still standing in Muxian Pavilion, his thoughts fluttering......

At this time, a man who looked like a middle-aged disciple walked from behind her, he was dressed in a blue and black robe, and his appearance was average, and there was nothing special.

This person is the "Feiyun Sword Envoy" Fang Hou of Feiyun Peak, when he came to visit Ji Moqin, he saw that Song Beiluo had just left Muxian Pavilion, so he secretly hid aside and observed.

Ji Moqin had already noticed that the person who came was his junior brother Fang Hou, but he didn't react much and didn't look at him.

Fang Hou stepped forward and said, "Senior sister, did that person just come to see you, he hurt you so badly, he doesn't feel guilty, and he dares to come to visit you, I don't want to see him!"

I saw that he was a little angry, his face was red, and his eyes were full of jealousy and hatred. Although he wanted to fight for his senior sister and let out a bad breath, when he saw Ji Moqin looking at that person's eyebrows, he was really heartbroken and unhappy.

"Senior Brother Fang, don't mention this matter again, don't blame him! After so many years, I am also used to it. Besides, our division belongs to the same sect and fights the enemy together, no matter who was right and who was wrong back then, we should let it go. Ji Moqin replied lightly.

After Fang Hou heard her words, he calmed down a little, and said, "Senior sister, you are just too kind, what have you done to him for so many years! Can't he see it? If you want me to say that he just sees that your cultivation is completely lost, and he dislikes you!"

A touch of sadness flashed in Ji Moqin's eyes, and he said, "All along, I know that Senior Brother Fang thinks about me, and for this, Moqin is also very grateful!"

She closed her eyes slightly, sighed and said: "Maybe there is no possibility between me and him in this life, look at my declining body, I don't dare to have any extravagant hopes for him, I just hope that he can be safe, I am satisfied." ”

Fang Hou now felt that it was useless to say anything, from eighteen years ago to now, Senior Sister's attitude towards him was as good as ever, and there was no change in the slightest.

"Master, his old man has something to do with me, that senior sister is so resting, junior brother, I will take the first step and say goodbye!" Fang Hou left without looking back and disappeared from Ji Moqin's sight.

Lingyun Peak.

After Song Beiluo came back from Feiyun Peak, he came to his favorite place to be alone - Lingyuntai.

On the Lingyun platform, looking at the ups and downs of thousands of mountains and clouds, the vast sky is vast and thousands of weather.

Only by letting him look at these magnificent scenery will his mind calm and his depressed mood will improve!

At this time, an old voice came from the back: "Beiluo ......"

Song Beiluo hadn't come back to his senses yet, and when he looked sideways, he saw an old man with an old appearance, a somewhat thin body, and a blue robe walking over.

Song Beiluo hurriedly clasped his hands into fists, bent down and saluted: "Uncle Palm......"

Lu Junya smiled peacefully: "No need to be polite, you have worked hard in recent days!"

Song Beiluo said: "Uncle Shi, this is what Beiluo should do!"

"By the way, I don't know if Uncle Shi came here to talk to Beiluo about the Youzhou Tianyu Cult?"

Lu Junya looks very old, and it can be seen from his demeanor that he is powerless for many things, but in recent years, he has handed over the affairs of Lingyun Peak to Song Beiluo to take care of, and he has gone to Qing Xiu.

No, there is more gossip in the door, and the position of Lingyun Peak in the future must be Song Beiluo.

Although there are many elite disciples under Lu Junya, there are only a few Song Beiluo who can take care of the affairs of the door in an orderly manner, so Lu Junya is very optimistic about Song Beiluo.

Lu Junya nodded slightly and said with a smile: "I wanted to ask you today to learn about the situation of the Tianyu Cult, but the old man seems to see that you have other things on your mind!"

He continued: "Let's not talk about this matter for the time being, you can tell Uncle Shi about your feelings, maybe the old man can help you!"

Song Beiluo was a little flattered and hurriedly said: "Thanks to Uncle Shi's concern, Beiluo doesn't dare to make a mistake, this matter is naturally a trivial matter, don't bother Uncle Shi, you don't have to worry about it."

Lu Junya saw that he didn't want to talk to him, but he gave up, thought about it and said to him: "You go to Feiyun Peak today, you must have also met Master Moqin's nephew!"

"Hmm!"

Song Beiluo nodded silently.

Lu Junya sighed in his heart, and said faintly: "Moqin is a good woman, but it's a pity that the good years were ruined, are you still guilty about what happened back then?"

Song Beiluo still bowed his head and didn't say anything.

Looking at Lu Junya's old face full of the vicissitudes of time, his wise eyes flashed.

I only heard him say: "The ups and downs of the past, all the clouds and smoke of the past, the love is deep-rooted, even if it is a mountain of swords and a sea of fire, how to be afraid of it, even if you have to sacrifice everything you have, you have no regrets." You owe her more than guilt, do you understand, Beiluo!"

Song Beiluo saluted Lu Junya again: "Thank you Uncle for your teachings, Beiluo is ashamed ......"

A gust of mountain breeze blows, the cool meaning suddenly arises, embedded in the rolling mountains on the horizon, it looks extraordinarily magnificent, reflecting the image of the majestic and sacred city.