After a long time, Feng Qianmo came to his senses, and then strode towards the coffin in the inner hall, leaving only four words:

"The funeral was a big one. ”

In the next three days, the whole house was covered in silver, like heavy snow, completely dyeing the house white.

Feng Qianmo wrote a letter to the palace, he couldn't go back on time, and asked the princess to give him a few more days. Feng Qianmo thought, at the very least, he should guard Qi Immortal for the first seven ......

Fortunately, the palace did not force it, but still asked to go back as soon as possible. Both sides knew that the reason for not killing Wu Lingque, Qi Xue and Feng Qianmo was on the one hand, and the deeper reason was that the war in the north was tight, and if the killing of Wu Lingque provoked his ferocity, thousands of ghasts might even hurt the person holding the formation. Once Mr. Chen is injured, Liu Erfeng will inevitably not be able to go north, so he can only guard the palace, and the western route army in the north will be leaderless.

Of course, the senior did not do it properly back then, and destroyed all the people in the Kuimuya Sect, and the palace did not say anything about it, and he was ashamed in his heart......

The urgency of dispatching people from the north also means that there is not much time for Feng Qianmo to deal with other things. If Feng Qianmo can't guard Wu Lingque and leave such a retreat in the northern jurisdiction of the town, the palace will definitely not allow it, even if he takes the risk, he will do his best to get rid of it.

Feng Qianmo, who was dressed in filial piety clothes and wearing a white filial piety hat, knelt in front of the hall with a sad expression.

"Qixian, that's all I can do for you......"

"I still don't know, which side of the person are you? What is the National Teacher's Mansion using to blackmail you, so that you finally calculated that I went to see Wu Lingque? Finally, ...... ...... at the cost of his life"

Feng Qianmo looked up at the roof, his eyes blank:

"What the hell is the handle...... No more unknowable......"

There was still yellow paper burning in the iron basin in front of him, and the flames were still beating, but such a beautiful life had already been lying in the cold red coffin. The flame was particularly dazzling in Feng Qianmo's eyes......

"I'm sorry, Qixian...... Even at this time, I still doubt you......"

Feng Qianmo stared at the coffin that was placed high in the hall, and laughed at himself for a while:

"I'm really a slut, so I can only compete with women...... Sometimes I really want to go to the National Teacher's Mansion by myself, but I'm really, really, so tired...... You're tired, aren't you? Finally let me arrive a little late at Barren Ridge, it's enough, it's enough......"

Feng Qianmo solemnly buckled his head, gritted his teeth, and suddenly thought that he had never drunk the porridge she had carefully cooked once because he was afraid of being calculated. Now that I think about it, it seems that only when she is cooking porridge can she be so engrossed, so serious and happy from the bottom of her heart, and she doesn't care that her delicate cheeks are painted with black smoke......

Suddenly, two lines of tears finally flowed from the corners of the young man's eyes.

If I hadn't been so persistent in killing the people of the National Teacher's Mansion, and if I hadn't carried such and such beliefs, wouldn't everything have come to this point? If I had done nothing and had been an ordinary person and drifted with the flow, would everything have been different? If I hadn't gone out of the mountain, would my sister still be a cold-blooded killer, would it be better than being unconscious now? What is the purpose of my persistence all these years? Loyalty, righteousness, or just trying to convince my conscience? I persevered for so long, but in the end, didn't I end up being unfaithful and unjust? For the sake of these vanities, did I end up overdrawing the lives of people who really cared about myself......

His heart, because of her death, suddenly all was in chaos.

One person and one coffin are obviously in this hall, but they are already separated by yin and yang. In the empty and cold hall, only Feng Qianmo's voice full of remorse remained, he knelt on the ground, his heart was like a knife, and he just repeated helplessly one after another:

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry ......"

He didn't see that in the dark, a figure quietly disappeared.

She left a tear on this mourning hall.

On the day she first came here, she still clearly remembered what Qixian had said to her.

At that time, Qixian had not been completely placed under house arrest, Feng Moyu came to Qixian for a walk, at first it was just Feng Moyu who unilaterally questioned her if she had ulterior motives, and Qixian just listened silently. After Feng Moyu finished what she wanted to say, Qixian spoke, but what she was talking about was not her Qixian's own business:

"In the future, will you stay with your brother like this?"

Feng Moyu didn't think about hiding anything in front of Qi Xian, the two of them already knew the roots:

"Well, we don't have to care about the opinions of the world anymore, I'm not an assassin of the National Teacher's Mansion, he is not the young master of Wanjun Mountain......"

Qi Xian obviously disagreed, and continued to express her questioning: "Then, you think you can be together forever? But what about him? How should you choose? He treats you as a sister, you ......"

Feng Moyu still took it for granted: "The world has been completely shattered, what is there to do."

I only belong to him in this life, and he belongs only to me!"

Qixian sighed: "If you are like this, it will only make you both lose...... Your marriage line has the meaning of a national teacher......"

Qixian took out a delicate small porcelain vase from her bosom:

"Spring Breeze Drunk Monroe, you know?"

Feng Moyu frowned: "Aphrodisiac?"

Qixian nodded: "This medicine was originally intended to find an opportunity for you and Feng Qianmo...... In that case, the National Teacher's Mansion would not be able to kill him, and he himself would have his sword heart shattered. ”

Feng Moyu didn't think about it, and said:

"But I don't care!"

Qixian just stared at the stupid girl's eyes, looked at each other for a long time, and then turned to leave:

"He cares. ”

Qixian paused slightly, and then said:

"Your star destiny has been changed, and your luck is gone, like a calamity...... Feng Qianmo is about to strangle the remnants of the National Teacher's Mansion in the Zhenbei Jurisdiction, do you think the National Teacher's Mansion will give up these opportunities to besiege him? With the current level of banning in the Zhenbei Jurisdiction, there is no internal response, and it is naturally not easy to send top masters again...... But luck ......"

Qixian didn't want to say more, and in the end only left four words:

"It's good to do it yourself. ”

Outside the mourning hall, Feng Moyu, who had always closed his own perception meridians and fell into a coma, walked slowly.

"Good for yourself......"

Looking at the palm prints on her palms, although she didn't understand the fate of the stars, she could faintly feel that her body had indeed changed. I thought that I would sleep like this all the time, like a living dead, not dragging Feng Qianmo down, but also being by his side in this way. But yesterday, he cried by her bedside, and cried for a long, long time, wanting her to wake up.

She shouldn't have heard it, but maybe it was really a brother and sister connection? She was so distressed that she couldn't wait to get up from the bed, hold him in her arms, and tell him that she was still there and that she could wake up......

But she couldn't.

She couldn't pretend like this anymore, but if she woke up, she knew that Feng Qianmo would definitely go back and protect the "brother" that Feng Qianmo said about herself. Feng Qianmo thought that Feng Moyu was still unconscious, so he almost didn't say anything. Feng Moyu heard his description, that person was clearly a monster. Once Feng Qianmo goes to protect that person, it is clear that there is no return, and he must have to fold there for the rest of his life......

Is this the luck in the dark? So......

......

"Qianmo, Miss Moyu is awake! But ......"

Shui Long led the doorman into the mourning hall quickly. Shui Long met this little guy on the road, and the matter about Feng Moyu was too important, so his big housekeeper hurriedly came with the little guy. Before the two of them could reach them, the voice arrived first.

"What?!" Feng Qianmo was even more excited, turned around and directly pressed Shui Long's shoulder:

"Mo Yu is awake?!"

Shui Long's words were interrupted, the last half is not good news, so his face was a little embarrassed: "Yes, but ......"

Feng Qianmo got a reply and was about to leave directly:

"I'll go see her!"

Shui Long gritted his teeth, but still pulled Feng Qianmo:

"Qianmo, listen to the ......"

Feng Qianmo turned his head to look at him, his face full of doubts.

Shui Long let out a long breath, and finally made up his mind to meet the coming storm, and took out the letter:

"She's gone...... Only this one remained. ”

Feng Qianmo didn't pick up the letter, he slowly lowered his head, trembling a little.

Like a tiger suddenly waking up, Feng Qianmo grabbed the little guy's neckline with a hideous face:

"What are you going to eat?!I trusted you to let you guard her, and now you come and tell me that she's gone?!Believe it or not, I want your life?!"

Shui Long sighed, stepped forward and gently pressed Feng Qianmo's hand:

"You have been in a maze many places, and you are guarding against outsiders...... Miss Moyu herself is the peak of Dragon Leap, she wants to leave by herself, how do you let the people outside prevent it?"

Feng Qianmo knew that he was too excited, so he let go.

"Sorry, you go down first......"

The little guy was frightened, but when he saw Feng Qianmo's lost soul, he was full of guilt. I wanted to say something, but after all, I didn't dare to touch my head, and I bowed and retreated.

Feng Qianmo's voice was hoarse, he looked at Shui Long, his eyes were full of fear:

"Shui Long...... I was in turmoil and panic...... I...... I don't know why......"

Shui Long sighed, looked at the letter in his hand that was still unanswered, and then looked at the young man who had been completely crushed and lost his soul. He gently combed the slightly messy filial piety clothes on Li Feng Qianmo's body, put the letter into his arms, and then patted him

Shoulder:

"Follow the feeling, go find her. You're her brother, after all. Even if you can't find ......"

"You must find it!" Feng Qianmo raised his head suddenly: "Shui Long, this place is entrusted to you first!"

Then, Feng Qianmo rushed out of the mansion and ran out at the fastest speed, following the feeling.

"God, if you really have eyes, please let me find her! Father, Mother, please don't let me lose my sister again...... Please, please...... Let me find her ......"

He ran wholeheartedly, and the scene around him kept changing, from white to gray to endless dark green......

The white light crossed the snow-white mansion at the fastest speed, over the long street, and over the boundless wilderness. He climbed all the way up, just silently reciting the name in his heart. He was so fast that he had a tearing wound on his body for the first time in a long time, and he exhaled heavily, but he kept his speed unoblivious, oblivious to the tingling in his lungs.

The white light rushed up, and with the feeling, in front of him, the familiar back appeared like a miracle.

It's just that the figure didn't look back, and she didn't see the pale young man hurrying behind her. She just closed her eyes, breathed in the wind of the mountains, fantasized about her last complete freedom, and jumped up violently towards the bottom of the cliff!

The cold cold wind had already completely stabbed his lungs, his throat was like swallowing a knife, Feng Qianmo's eyes were cracked, and blood was surging up for a while, only to feel that there was suddenly a blood red in front of him. His mind was blank, and in the blood red in front of him, only the figure that jumped up was extremely clear:

"Wind Foam Feather!"

With a heart-rending shout, Feng Qianmo rushed to the edge of the cliff and grabbed down

The two hands staggered, and the figure that had jumped out the moment Feng Qianmo saw it, he didn't catch it after all.

Feng Qianmo knelt on the edge of the cliff, his face covered in blood.

"Fool, fool, fool!"

Without thinking about it, like a snow-white bird, Feng Qianmo jumped down, his body was facing down, and he swooped straight towards Feng Moyu.

His voice was hoarse, with indescribable anger and incomprehension in his voice: "What is this? What is this? I will not allow you to die!"

Feng Moyu's body unfolded, looking at the hideous face, and quickly swooped towards him, and it was Feng Qianmo who was covered in blood. She suddenly remembered that this guy always seemed to be like this, and he could get out of his body every time he hurried. It was the same time in Qiushui Town, and it was obviously so badly injured......

She smiled, tears flying out of the corners of her eyes, shattering into crystal dew between the cliffs. She remembered the pursuit of the two in the woods, the fact that he blocked her in front of Qiushui Town and said that she could not retreat, the wooden sword in the ancient temple that eventually deviated, and the fact that he did not hesitate to rob the Dharma field with the entire north of the town for his own sake......

All of this was done by the fool in front of him for himself.

"Me, is it still half the point of you?"

Looking at Feng Qianmo, who was getting closer and closer, Feng Moyu suddenly smiled happily, and her tears stayed faster:

"Feng Qianmo, I really, really want to be your wife. ”

"Feng Qianmo, why, I just can't help but love you?"

Feng Qianmo tried his best to get closer to Feng Moyu, he stretched out his hand that also had a wound, and he must grab Feng Moyu's hand.

"You're all now, it's all of me!"

Feng Moyu was stunned for a moment, and then she finally slowly stretched out her hand:

"Enough. ”

The hands of the two grabbed together, and Feng Qianmo was about to exert himself, when a whisper sounded and made him stunned:

"I love you. ”

The next moment, there was a strong force from the arm, and the two of them spun violently in the air, Feng Qianmo was thrown into the sky like a meteor by Feng Mo Yu, the hand that the two had just held was released again, and Feng Mo Yu accelerated and fell down the cliff.

Feng Qianmo had nowhere to borrow, so he could only watch as Feng Moyu's figure continued to shrink and completely fall into the cliff.

"Wind Foam Feather!"

A roar of rage, which contains endless anger and helplessness, as well as indescribable endless sadness......

Wind Foam Feather disappeared into the clouds, and she muttered:

"Live well...... Now, you're really, never going to find me......"

Feng Qianmo was thrown back to the cliff. He was like a lost dog, climbing to the edge of the cliff with his hands and feet. The bottomless cliff swallowed his most important person. The brilliance in his eyes was all gone, and he finally collapsed backwards without the strength of his power. Looking up at the gloomy sky, the blood on his body soaked into the ground around him.

She's gone.

Between the cliffs, there was only a cold wind, still whining.