The first snow of the year came a little earlier than usual.

At the time of the winter solstice, Qingyun Mountain is full of red rivers for five thousand miles, all of them have been replaced with a white background overnight, and the red lanterns of the lively and festive are taken off one by one, and the white lights are hung all the time, which coincides with the first snow in Kyushu this year, which only increases the coldness.

Winter rain falls in the early morning, the cold water droplets wet the thin snowflakes on the glazed tiles of the palace, the rain and snow melt together, gurgling along the gaps in the tile groove, dripping on the white lanterns hanging high under the eaves, rows of dazzling white lanterns swaying in the wind, the white knots woven under the white lanterns knock on the copper-plated edges over and over again, gently and gently, in the snow there is a long distance, into the whimpering wind, like a reluctant elegy.

The gate of Qingyun Mountain leads directly to the nine peaks, and the nine passages are full of vegetarian water, and the cold water droplets tick on the faces of the disciples of Qingyun Mountain, and warm tears flow through the cheeks, no one to wipe them, and there is no one in the entire Qingyun Mountain who has a happy face on weekdays.

Yanzhang, the senior brother of the inner gate of Tianxiu Peak, was dressed in linen mourning clothes, and led all the disciples of the inner and outer doors of Tianxiu Peak to walk on the bleak mountain road, and walked up to the Tianxiu Hall full of white silk and white lanterns.

Yan Zhang hung his head outside the hall and was silent for a long time, and the extremely cold snow and rain flowed along the ends of his sideburns and hair, wetting the placket of his chest. The shoulders of this seven-foot man who had tears and did not flick trembled, and large teardrops rolled down the bluestone slab and shattered, he still didn't want to believe that the junior brother who walked out of Tianxiu Peak just left.

Qingfeng stood side by side with him and patted him on the shoulder bitterly.

More than 1,000 people walked into the main hall in order, and Yan Zhang, Qing Feng, Zhang Yuan, Wen Yu and Cheng Yu stood in front of the incense case, looking at the lifelike portraits of the junior brothers on the incense case, they were silent for a long time, and they all bent down and shouted with all their might: "Go all the way!"

The white vastness of the hall was full of kneeling, and the sound was as heavy as winter thunder.

"Senior brother, let's go!"

The abbot of Hongyuan Temple, dressed in sackcloth, brought all the high-level Buddhist sects in Huizhou to the scene and personally presided over the Dharma ceremony of the disciple of Qingyun Mountain.

Twice in his life, the little monk who was draped in linen stood in the wind and snow, bent down and bowed in the direction of Tianxiu Palace, and the cycle began again and again, without stopping, and the howling cold wind blew the golden ring on the Baoxiang Zen staff on the side, and the bell rang.

The little monk who had been standing here for seven days raised his head, tears flowed from the corners of his eyes, and the living Buddha whispered: "It would be great if the little monk could die for him." ”

The remaining four of the five sects in the Immortal Dao Alliance, except for the team sent by the Wanxian Sect that was about to fall in the building, were blocked at the Qingyun Mountain Mountain Gate, and the remaining three were all present.

Ling Yue and Jun Mo, who set foot on Qingyun Mountain twice in just one month, looked at the desolation of the five thousand miles of rivers and mountains in Qingyun Mountain, and realized that the brother who had talked to them was really no longer alive.

Ran Xiaoxiao of Kunlun in the Northern Regions stepped south on Qingyun Mountain for the first time, looked at the portrait in the mourning hall, took off the saber on his waist, which was also a deceased person, held it in the palm of his hand, handed it to his nose, and wrote solemnity on his soft face, and said softly: "Let's go." ”

The entire Immortal Dao League knew about the earth-shattering battle in Wushan.

Chang Xi, the little junior brother of Qingyun Houshan, was led out of the sect by the demon spy design hidden in the Ten Thousand Immortal Sect, and then launched a death fight with the six princes of the demon clan in Wushan, under the absolute disadvantage of the realm cultivation far inferior to the other party, this young sword immortal who was born in just a few years burned all the power of the bloodline, reversed the inevitable defeat situation, and finally died with the demon prince with evil intentions.

People were shocked and only regretted that such a rising young star, who should have an infinitely bright future, was like a meteor, hurriedly blooming with dazzling brilliance, and then hastily extinguished, making countless people in the world sigh.

God is jealous of talent.

The bell outside the main hall of Qingyun Peak to bid farewell to the heroic soul rang again and again, and the sound hit the hearts of the nine figures sitting quietly in the main hall, and the atmosphere in the main hall was oppressive and heavy.

It seems that the face of Qinglan Zhangjiao, who has aged for decades overnight, is haggard, and he seems to have returned to a few years ago when he personally picked up his son's ashes, he barely suppressed the emotions stirring in his heart, but his chest was still so dull that he couldn't speak, a thousand words were on his lips, and in the end he could only say the word mourning with difficulty.

Yun Wu, who was dressed in a vegetarian linen robe, had his sideburns hanging down, and he couldn't see his face clearly, only a cold voice echoed in the hall, "When will you send troops north?"

Shen Tu Lie, who has always been quick to talk, lost his original loud voice at this time, took a deep look at his senior sister who was so heartbroken that he almost went mad, and dissuaded: "Senior Sister Yunwei, the war between the human and demon races will affect the whole body, and the consequences of easily starting the war will be difficult for both Qingyun Mountain and the Immortal Dao Alliance to bear, and Kunlun has not completely recovered from the huge battle losses in the last war." If the battle is won, the Immortal Dao Alliance can extend the battle line to the hinterland of the demon clan for thousands of miles. But if we fail, we are very likely to repeat the mistake we made a few years ago and lose Suzhou south of Jiayuguan. We can't afford to lose this kind of loss..."

"Bear?What do you want to bear?What bullshit do you have in Tianjian Peak that you need to bear?I'm dead sister!I'm dead nephew!I'm dead apprentice!Each of you has a responsibility, right?Who will bear it for them?!Each of you will only shrink your head and claim hegemony in your own land, why don't you have the ability to sacrifice yourself in Jiayuguan to support the sword fence for all the younger generation disciples of the Immortal Dao League like my hard-working nephew? Are you dumb, dumb?!"

The hall with a heavy atmosphere was flooded by the tide of ice and fire, and the hideous-faced Yun Wei smashed the wooden case in front of her with a palm, drew her sword and pointed at her senior brothers and sisters angrily, and the rest of the peak masters in the hall all looked sad and did not make a sound.

Yun Wei, who seemed to have changed into a different person, said sadly: "If you are stepped on in the face by the demons, you will only tell me to bear it? Who are Yun Lan and Chang Xi? Those are the top talents who can lead Qingyun Mountain and even the entire Immortal Dao Alliance to glory in the future, but they both died in the hands of the demons! You dare to ramble with me again, Shen Tu Lie, I tore your mouth!"

Thinking of the two disciples who were also extremely talented but both died early in the hands of the demon clan, Shen Tulie closed his eyes in pain, not considering the unreasonableness of the younger junior sister.

Yun Wei's body was so dazzling, she walked out of the hall with a sword, and before stepping through the door of the hall, she said coldly without looking back: "You Qingyun Mountain master is really comfortable, why did my sister marry a wreck like you in the first place, her wife died, her son died, and she didn't dare to go north." Don't worry, I won't count on you anymore, I will enter the Ten Thousand Sword Tomb Closed Death Pass tomorrow, and I won't be out of the pass until I am in the fugue. ”

The woman in sackcloth and white sword wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, brushed aside the wind and snow and walked down Qingyun Peak.

The little junior sister's cold words are no less than ten thousand swords piercing the heart, this master who is at the pinnacle of swordsmanship in the world, at this moment, there are two lines of cloudy old tears flowing from the corners of his eyes, and he has been practicing for hundreds of years, and he actually cried like a child.

There are ten thousand demons screaming under the Qinglong Pond.

The wind and snow Yao City is full of white lanterns, all the white background couplets are replaced, and the streets are full of vegetarians.

In the back mountains, he watched the senior brother and the junior brother fall.

On the shore of Houshan Lake, where there is no melodious piano sound, in the verdant bamboo house where Chang Xi has extinguished the natal soul lamp, Xin Tong and Qing Xuan, who were newly married and widowed, were dressed in vegetarian clothes, Qing Xuan wiped her sweetheart's natal soul lamp brightly, she still remembered the scene when Chang Xi was in the pit of the Lingyu mine and pushed her into the teleportation formation to meet the enemy alone, she just thought that Chang Xi went to an unknown place again.

Xin Tong stretched out her fingers, and rubbed it on Chang Xi's natal soul lamp stupidly, her movements were so gentle, as if a heavier one would make him feel pain, she never accepted the fact that Chang Xi had fallen, she didn't want to accept it, she knew that once she accepted it, the last pillar that supported her to live would also fall apart.

Heartbroken by longing and remorse, the two women murmured softly.

"When you're tired of playing, remember to go home early, we'll wait for you. ”