Wang Shuyun nodded slightly, with a sincere smile on his face, revealing two slightly deeper dimples, and said softly:

"Let's go. ”

Feng Qianmo was stunned and pointed at himself:

"Me?"

"Shall I go with the princess......?"

Feng Qianmo is now a substitute, and now he still has something to see Mr. Chen. The water thing, he couldn't put it down.

Wang Shuyun didn't say much, but said:

"I know what you're going to do, just come with me. ”

With that, he turned and walked out of the courtyard.

Feng Qianmo suddenly understood.

Wang Shuyun slowly led the way in front, not in a hurry or slow. Feng Qianmo followed silently, the atmosphere was a little frozen for a while, only the footsteps of the two of them sounded lightly on the marble slab.

Wang Shuyun had a white flower pinned to his hair, and his voice was obviously a little hoarse, and his eyes were slightly red. She rarely shed tears since she was a child, and although her father was very doting, Mr. Chen never liked her crying. There are only about two times when I really can't stop crying. Once, when he was gone, and once when he heard bad news the night before.

"Princess, the matter of the senior senior...... Festival mourning changes ......"

Feng Qianmo finally knew why such a big palace was finally handled by the princess herself this time. For the royal palace, it is the loss of a respectable old worshipper, and for the princess, it is the loss of a teacher who is like another father.

Wang Shuyun did not speak.

Feng Qianmo had no choice but to shut up.

The two walked a little longer on this trail where there was no one else, and this time it was Wang Shuyun who spoke:

"Your master has written to you and said that he would like to say sorry to you. ”

Feng Qianmo stopped suddenly, as the head of the wolf killing organization, the young man, who was already extremely stable, was a little out of proportion for a while. Three or two steps to keep up, Feng Qianmo tried to suppress all kinds of complicated emotions in his heart, and asked:

"Master, where is he now, is he okay now, what is he doing......

But Wang Shuyun didn't want to say more. Feng Qianmo touched his nose, so he had to take a step back and silently follow behind Wang Shuyun.

How could he not understand. After the wooden sword passed through the master's chest, it was different. The sword qi added to it almost became the foundation of Feng Qianmo's martial arts. Without that constantly growing sword qi, he Feng Qianmo was nothing.

Wang Shuyun's cold voice pulled him back again: "You didn't grasp the point of my words. I mean, he wants to say I'm sorry to you, you know. ”

"I'm sorry, it's my ......"

"This is so strong and simple, it's really convincing......"

Wang Shuyun glanced back at the old simple young man who had grown taller, and his green robe was a little old-fashioned, but he had reduced his childishness; he was still very thin, but the wide robe did not look loose, and it was a bit freehand. She didn't look back, she sighed with some emotion:

"How long...... Like an adult. ”

For Feng Qianmo, the two only had a brief intersection because of that person. Although it is short, it has the flavor of a friend of life and death. In Wang Shuyun's heart, this young man is like a younger brother who worries her.

"By the way, do you still have that leaf?"

"The leaf...... When fighting against people, it was used to save lives. Feng Qianmo was a little ashamed and annoyed.

The bleak situation on Wang Shuyun's face finally improved a little, and in this way, even if there was only a little sword qi left on her yellow leaf, it would still count

It's one of a kind. Verbally, she still comforted Feng Qianmo:

"It doesn't matter, you have been on the rivers and lakes these days, and if you rely on it to save your life when you encounter danger, you are worthy of your master. ”

Feng Qianmo was not interested, and lowered his head and said "um", which was a response.

The two of them didn't say anything all the way, and walked out of the palace along this path that seemed to be a little special. Then the road became more and more barren, and it went directly to the wilderness farther and farther away. There, two little guys had already prepared two special spirit horses of the highest quality.

Wang Shuyun turned over and got on the horse, heroic and cool, looking at Feng Qianmo condescendingly:

"Do you still ride a horse? Like that time, communicate and tame ...... first."

Feng Qianmo smiled:

"No need. ”

Just like the man in white back then, today's Feng Qianmo turned over directly on the horse, never communicated, and the irascible spirit horse did not resist, and let Feng Qianmo sit on it. Feng Qianmo pulled the reins:

"It's been a long time since I've ridden this fine spirit horse since the last time......"

"Let's go!" Wang Shuyun pulled the reins and turned the horse's head, clamped his legs, and rode the horse away, raising smoke and dust all the way.

Feng Qianmo also pinched the horse's belly and shouted: "Drive!" The spirit horse neighed, following closely.

It's just that today, there is no white dress to take the lead.

Feng Qianmo felt a little bad in his heart from the moment he walked out of the palace. It wasn't until he saw the spirit horse that he knew that the two of them were going further, so he confirmed the guess in his heart.

The water must not have returned to normal.

Even if he was wounded by the sword array and fell into a deep sleep, did it still make the palace jealous to this point? What kind of evil art has been terrifying to this point?

The spirit horse was even more rapid than ordinary war horses, and the two finally came to the bottom of a lonely mountain in the afternoon. The grass and trees on the mountain are sparse, and at first glance it is a barren and bitter cold place. There were no people guarding the mountain as expected, and there was only one person who looked like an old woman at the bottom of the mountain, bending down and slowly cleaning the way up the mountain. Not far away, a simple wooden house should be her residence.

The two rode their horses, came to the intersection and turned over and dismounted.

A strong wind blew, and a lot of dead grass curled up on the side of the road, and the hair of the two of them flew in the wind. The old woman naturally heard the sound of horses' hooves, and slowly stopped her hand movements, and in the strong wind, her silver hair was even more messy. It seems that because she is not able to stand steadily in the wind, she has been trembling on the way to the roadside to set up a broom, which makes people worry about whether she will be blown down by the wind. The winter winds in the Northland are always bitterly cold, and if they blow in the wind like this every day, they must worry about whether they will survive this winter.

The old woman looked at the two of them approaching her, and she smiled and bent over:

"Are you two here?"

Feng Qianmo and the others could only see her appearance clearly at this time, what kind of old woman was it, it was clearly the former daughter of Huangqiu Ridge, Qi Xue......

Qi Yong finally took away the backbone that he could still use, left the northern jurisdiction of the town overnight, and returned to Dongcang to receive him from his own national teacher's mansion. Desolate Ridge has left those big people, and it has long been a plate of scattered sand, and it has already existed in name only. The palace was grieved, and they also knew that all the people who really knew had been taken away by Qi Yong, and they had not yet purged the barren mountain. Rao is like this, the barren mountain is still a fallen tree, and there are not many people left.

Feng Qianmo felt a little uncomfortable, and hurriedly stepped forward to support Qi Xue:

"Miss Qi...... You're ......."

Qi Xue still has a little bit of the old look, wrinkled, full of white hair, and cloudy eyes, she is completely an old woman in her old age.

"Don't worry about it, I can still stand. And I am a substitute, and I can't help it......"

As he spoke, he gently pushed away Feng Qianmo's support

Gu Zi stood.

Wang Shuyun had already seen Qi Xue's appearance. She has never been a person with a lot of kindness, and in her eyes, the two of them killed their masters, and they are to blame for what they have become. Therefore, from the very beginning, Wang Shuyun did not have a good face, kept looking at the top of the mountain, and only then turned his head to look at Qi Xue:

"Or is it like that?"

Qi Xue didn't dare not reply, she was also the pearl of her palm in the past, she whispered at the moment, like an old mother who did rough work in the palace, and hurriedly bowed down when she heard it:

"Back to the princess, Ling Que has been getting better lately. Although I still keep getting involved in spiritual power, the speed is much slower......"

Wang Shuyun sneered:

"Slow? That's because the palace specially chose this barren place. The radius is nearly a thousand miles, and it is precisely here that the spiritual power is the thinnest, how can this monster suck slowly? It is clear that it has no sucking!"

Qi Xue's brows jumped, but she still lowered her head and did not say anything to refute.

Wang Shuyun glanced at Qi Xue:

"How do you feel about living at the foot of this mountain?

"The origin spiritual power is still depleting, and it is about to completely fall out of the product. But it's a lot slower than before...... Really, I'm telling the truth, please believe the princess ......"

Wang Shuyun didn't wait for her to finish speaking, and arbitrarily interrupted:

"Believe you, believe what? believe that such a monster will recover one day? You dream, I don't do it!"

Feng Qianmo let out a long sigh. She knew that Wu Lingque had killed the senior senior, this was a fact that there was no way to change, the princess would have such a great hostility towards him, and there was nothing she could do to speak ill of these two people. You must know that the senior has been her martial arts teacher since the princess was born, and she has been very fond of the princess over the years. Although there was no killing, the sect collapsed after being disgraced. For the sake of the princess, the old-timers have always cared about their reputation, and most of the spirit and deeds in the second half of their lives are for their apprentices. When the princess was still very young, the old-timer gave one of his own set of artifacts to the princess, and the prince personally stopped it at that time, and the old man said that it was a gift and sent it in advance, so he insisted on sending it, so he couldn't stop it. This matter was quite sensational in the Zhenbei Jurisdiction at the beginning, and the people of the martial arts understood that a group of artifacts, missing a handle, would lose nearly half of its power...... In this way, in addition to sadness in the princess's heart, self-blame and guilt must not be less......

In this way, the princess can still stay alive in the water, and she is really very restrained......

Presumably Qi Xue also understood this truth, so she didn't complain in her heart when she was scolded. Even if Wang Shuyun called Wu Lingque a monster, she would never return the favor.

Thinking about these joints, Feng Qianmo naturally wouldn't be stupid enough to stop the princess from speaking ill of people, he really stopped it, once he annoyed the princess, it would definitely be a flattering situation on both sides.

Looking at the top of the mountain, Feng Qianmo had a complicated mood:

"Can I go up and see him?"

The two fell silent.

Qi Xue felt that she had no right to speak.

Wang Shuyun has some other concerns.

After a long time, Wang Shuyun asked:

"Do you all want him to live, even as a monster?"

Feng Qianmo still stared at the top of the mountain, and said softly:

"Ah...... Whatever happens, I think he'll get through it. ”

Feng Qianmo looked at the white-haired Qi Xue beside him:

"Because, he knows that someone is waiting for him. ”

Wang Shuyun was noncommittal, and said coldly:

"Then are you ready to accept the judgment given to you by the palace?"