With the repair of the wound, Yang Mingyang's breathing slowly stabilized, and his mind gradually became sober, he opened his eyes, looked at the surroundings that had been blown up in a mess, a trace of bad thoughts flashed in his heart, and hurriedly ignored the pain all over his body, leaned on the boulder behind him and tried to get up, he glanced around, and saw several people lying on the ground, blackened by the explosion, blurred flesh and blood, motionless, Li Sanniang, Zhao Dingwen and others had vague and visible faces. And the person closest to him was already unrecognizable, his whole body was pitch black, and he could only see the corner of his red clothes beside him. Yang Mingyang suddenly felt that his head was buzzing, he tried to walk to this body that could not be distinguished, and saw that this person was very seriously traumatized, and he had long lost his life, and after careful inspection, a jade carving on the ground was intact, it was Duanmu Jiyue carved by himself, this jade carving has been carried by Duanmu Jiyue, and in an instant, Yang Mingyang felt that the sky was dark, and he fainted again.

Yang Mingyang woke up again, it was already a night more than ten days later, at this time, his physical trauma had been much better, and he should have been able to wake up a few days ago, but he subconsciously seemed to be afraid of facing something, so he didn't wake up for a long time. At this time, he opened his eyes in a daze, and found that he was lying on a bamboo couch, mixed with pain, and a long-haired girl was sitting in front of the collapse with her head bowed.

"Pepper! So you're not dead. Yang Mingyang felt that he suddenly had strength in his body, and immediately sat up from the couch, excitedly hugging the long-haired girl tightly into his arms, as if he was afraid that she would disappear from his side. The girl didn't make a sound, but her body trembled slightly.

"It turns out that you didn't leave me, I thought I would lose you forever! I knew that you would not leave me, and you would still be my bride!" Yang Mingyang closed his eyes, hugged the long-haired girl in his arms, and muttered. Immediately afterwards, he took the girl's face in both hands and kissed her fiercely on the face and mouth. The girl didn't refuse his kiss, but her body trembled more and more, Yang Mingyang kissed her frantically, slowly, he felt that the girl's face was full of salty tears, he opened his eyes, and then looked at the girl in front of him with a faint starlight. Where is Duanmu Jiyue, this long-haired girl is obviously Murong Wan'er, but I saw that Murong Wan'er's face was red at this time, and her face was full of tears.

Seeing that it was Murong Wan'er, Yang Mingyang suddenly felt very ashamed, he stammered and said, "Wan'er, I didn't know it was you, I'm sorry just now!" Murong Wan'er's face was flushed, but her tone was very firm: "Wan'er's life was saved by you, it was your maid, no matter what the young master does, Wan'er will not blame you!" Murong Wan'er's words made Yang Mingyang even more guilty, and he said softly: "Wan'er, I have said many times, you are not my maid, you are my sister." ”

After a pause, Yang Mingyang suddenly reacted and shouted: "Little Pepper, where is Little Pepper?" Wan'er, take me to see her." ”

"Sister Duanmu, she, she ......" Murong Wan'er didn't know what to say?

"Is she injured? Where is the injury, take me to see her!" Seeing that Murong Wan'er stammered, unable to explain why, Yang Mingyang became even more anxious.

"Alliance leader, I'll take you to see Duanmu Deputy Alliance Leader!" It was Chen Shou who spoke, and he was followed by Lu Xueyao, Murong Bei, Liu Zhenchuan and the three Gu brothers, all of whom hurried over when they heard the voices in the room. Chen Shou's voice was a little low: "Let's go! my subordinates will take you to meet the deputy leader of the Duanmu Alliance." With that, he led Yang Mingyang forward, and the rest of the people followed without saying a word, with a sad face. Seeing Chen Shou take him to a mourning hall with a couplet written on it, surrounded by black cloth, and tied with white flowers, the glimmer of hope in Yang Mingyang's heart was finally shattered, and he staggered towards the mourning hall. In the middle of the mourning hall, there is a crystal coffin, and there is also a red lion lying next to it, it is the flame lion Xiaoyi, who was lively and active, but it stayed there quietly. Yang Mingyang quickly walked towards the crystal coffin, and saw a woman in red lying inside, whose face was no longer distinguishable, and the red clothes were obviously newly worn later, because Yang Mingyang had already burned black when he saw the person before, and the clothes were already in tatters. Yang Mingyang climbed on the crystal coffin, quietly looked at the woman in red inside, like a sculpture, and didn't say a word for a long time.

"Alliance leader, it's all to blame for the poor protection of the subordinates, I don't know that the alliance leader and the deputy alliance leader are fighting with the remaining sins of Wuyue Guan, we heard a loud noise in the northeast, and sent someone to check only to find that the alliance leader fainted to the ground, Duanmu deputy alliance leader has been unable to identify, we confirmed her identity from clothes, storage bags and this jade carving. As he spoke, Chen Shou handed Yang Mingyang the storage bag of Duanmu Jiyue and the red jade carved with the appearance of Duanmu Jiyue. Yang Mingyang took a few things, but still didn't say a word. Chen Shou looked at Yang Mingyang, he wanted to say something, thought about it, but didn't speak, waved his hand, and gently retreated with everyone.

Sunset Peak, the scenery from the top of the peak is still beautiful like a fairyland, the red flowers and green trees in spring, the birds are singing and the flowers are very enchanting, and the trees are lush and the streams are murmuring and full of vitality in summer; In autumn, the red leaves are all over the sky, and the fragrance of melons and fruits is intoxicating; The winter solstice is thousands of miles of ice, and the silver is wrapped in plain clothing, such as the fairy palace. A tomb at the top of the peak stands alone at the edge of the peak, just to have a bird's-eye view of all the beautiful scenery of the mountain peaks and canyons, and the tombstone reads "The Tomb of the Beloved Wife Duanmu Jiyue". There is a thatched hut next to the tomb, Yang Mingyang is sitting at the door of the thatched hut at this time, holding a wine jug in his hand, drinking wine while facing the grave and saying something, and there is a flame lion Xiaoyi lying next to him. At this time, it has been more than three years since the burial of Duanmu Jiyue. In the past three years, Yang Mingyang has never left the top of the mountain, except for meditating, that is, drinking and talking to the tomb of Duanmu Jiyue, the spiritual power on the top of the mountain is sufficient, plus the spirit gathering array arranged for him by the elder Liu Zhenchuan, although the cultivation time is not much, his cultivation still reached the eighth level of qi refining a year ago. In the past three years, the elders of the alliance would come to report to Yang Mingyang on the affairs of the alliance every once in a while, but Yang Mingyang didn't care much. The most diligent is Murong Wan'er, who will come to the peak every two or three days to accompany Yang Mingyang to chat with Duanmu Jiyue in the tomb, and the four children who got the news also came to the top of the mountain several times and accompanied Yang Mingyang to meditate on the top of the mountain for a few days. In the past three years, everyone tried their best to persuade him to go down the mountain, return to the Mingyue League, and return to Fengyunmen, but he shook his head and refused.

At this time, Yang Mingyang was talking to Duanmu Jiyue's tomb on the top of the mountain, and suddenly felt an inexplicable danger, and then, a powerful spiritual pressure pressed him almost out of breath, this spiritual pressure seemed to be stronger than the spiritual pressure of several Jindan period monks he had seen, making people have the feeling of always kneeling down and worshipping. He sat there, trying to stand up against the pressure, but tried several times to get up, and had to sit at the door of the hut. Immediately afterwards, a figure appeared in front of Yang Mingyang without warning. This middle-aged man in his thirties, of medium height, wears a fiery red robe, has a square face, thick black and neat eyebrows, and a pair of eyes that are bright. Yang Mingyang felt that this person had a sense of déjà vu, but he was almost certain that he had never met this person.

"You are Yang Mingyang?" said the man with an unmistakable feeling in his tone.

"Senior, it's down there!" Yang Mingyang felt that the pressure on his body was much less, he stood up and replied respectfully.

"You have lived on this mountain top for more than three years and have never descended from it?" the man asked again.