The warm morning light above his head sprinkled down, but he couldn't dissolve the sadness in the heart of the Huafa man in any way, the breeze in the purple bamboo forest seemed to fluctuate with the mood of the second senior brother, and the sorrow echoed in the whimpering wind, which made people unconsciously deeply infected.

The young white-headed man slowly closed his eyes and said in a deep voice: "No matter how famous the young generation of the five sects is, there is not much difference from chicken eggs in the hands of the demon generals of the God Transformation Realm, the defense line that has been painstakingly managed has collapsed, everyone has fled to death, and the situation will soon become a pot of porridge, and the demon clan that attacked the city has obviously been carefully planned in advance, and they quickly dispersed after entering the city, and the soldiers are divided into several ways to cut off our retreat, and they have a great appetite, and the intention is to bury all the young generations of the upper five sects here." ”

Chang Xi's breathing became a little short, and he vaguely guessed something.

At this time, the senior brother stood up. ”

The second senior brother's slightly closed eyes slowly opened, and he looked at the purple bamboo bamboo leaves that were rustling in the wind beside him, "I grew up with my senior brother since I was a child, but I only know that my senior brother is very powerful, very powerful, so powerful that the proudest geniuses of the other four sects can obey him, so that they will shout Brother Yun Lan with a tired voice when they see the senior brother, but I still don't know where the limit of the senior brother's power is, until that day, I really realized how much energy the first person in the young generation of Kyushu has." ”

"Senior Brother Jindan Realm's perfect cultivation instantly broke through the realm and ascended to the late stage of the Yuan Infant Realm, summoning a hundred zhang sword to block several Demon Generals of the Transformation God Realm and a hundred demon cultivators for a full stick of incense, winning incomparably precious retreat time for the other sect Tianjiao, so that the fire of the upper five sects could be continued, and I, the most uncompetitive waste, could only hide behind Senior Brother and watch him fall under the claws of the demon clan!"

The eyes of the second senior brother who couldn't cry suddenly turned red, and his snow-white hair turned viscous and blood-colored in an instant, and the unimaginable monstrous aura in his body penetrated out of his body, sweeping the entire back mountain in an instant like a raging river, and the fourth senior brother in the verdant bamboo forest and the fifth and sixth senior brothers outside the bamboo forest suddenly changed color, stood up and looked in the direction of the purple bamboo forest, and their faces were full of worry.

The third senior sister of the Tianbo Pavilion in the heart of the lake pressed her fingers, and the melodious sound of the piano floating on the lake came to an abrupt end, she got up and looked at the depths of the bamboo forest that was dyed scarlet by the blood-colored anger, she held her bare hands on her chest and looked sad, and she felt the anger and sorrow in the scarlet anger, because she was once present like the second senior brother, and could only hide behind the Baizhang sword fence that the senior brother held up alone, and watched the peerless Tianjiao of Qingyun Mountain fall under the claws of the demons, and she couldn't do anything.

"Second Senior Brother..."The Third Senior Sister muttered bitterly.

Chang Xi babbled and shouted in his hand, and a blue curtain bloomed to protect the master and the master mother, and the tide of anger that was like a substance came and went quickly, and the scarlet color on the top of the second senior brother's head disappeared like a low tide in an instant, repeating the original head full of snow and flowers. Chang Xi didn't complain, he knew in his heart that the second senior brother must have turned gray and full of black hair from then on, and he was contaminated with this madness, he was silent for a long time, and asked, "What about later?"

The second senior brother who regained his senses looked at Chang Xi with guilt in his eyes, he already knew that Chang Xi's parents were killed by the demon clan, and said with guilt: "The Jiayu Pass we are stationed in has been broken, and the reinforcements are too late to help, the demon army is going south along the Lizhou road, and the demon clan has domesticated a strange beast that splits the ground and swallows the pupae, and the empty belly can accommodate thousands of troops and horses, and the sharp teeth can break stones and split gold, but the extreme north where the demon clan is located is cold all day long, the land is hard, and the chrysalis cannot dig too deep." And when it came to Kyushu with a pleasant climate, the demons drove the splitting of the earth and devoured the pupae, devoured thousands of troops and horses, and countless demonic beasts sneaked into the ground to bloom everywhere in Kyushu, which caused the evil consequences of the demonic disaster descending into the world. ”

Chang Xi lowered his head and was silent, if he hadn't stepped into the immortal cultivation realm, he heard that the demon clan who killed his parents had driven straight into Kyushu from the Jiayu Pass where they were stationing, he should have stood up at this time and slapped the Huafa man in front of him hard, asking them why they didn't defend Jiayu Pass.

But at this time, he is no longer the ignorant and ignorant young man he was at the beginning, even the second senior brother and they can only escape with their lives on the premise of sacrificing the senior brother, what else can he ask for? Let the second senior brother and the third senior sister all die in Jiayu Pass, so that the demon army can be stopped from going south?

The second senior brother picked up his mood and stood up, and said with a relieved face: "After that, you and Xin Tong came to this back mountain, after all, it is to bring fresh blood to this atmosphere that has remained spotless for a long time, start to practice with us from tomorrow, today while the sky is still early, find a place to settle down and build a house for rest in this back mountain according to your preferences." ”

After talking for a long time, the second senior brother is also a little tired, but he did not forget to open the door to Chang Xi, and the junior disciples like the little junior brother and the little junior sister will get them to choose a place to live in the back mountain at will, which is often arranged nearby, so that it is convenient to call the little junior brother to boil water and chop wood for cooking, but the second senior brother has retracted his words when he comes to his mouth, as if the right to choose a place to live in the back mountain at will is probably only the original senior brother has such a right. The second senior brother thought in his heart, so it should be a little insignificant compensation for the little junior brother.

Chang Xi is not the mountain mover who is good at feng shui with a gossip compass in hand, and he did not spend time to find out if there is a place in the mountain behind the mountain where the turbidity sinks and the clear qi rises, and after bidding farewell to the second senior brother, he and Xin Tong walked hand in hand along the picturesque lake, and chose a quiet place next to the bamboo forest not far from the crape myrtle flower sea, from here you can see the vague outline of the Tianbo Pavilion in the center of the lake, the three senior sisters' tactful and melodious piano sound drifts with the waves, and Takeshita listens to the qin music, but also has a different artistic conception.

Cuizhu didn't look much surprised by the bamboo in the world, but the roots were harder than gold and stone, and even the bamboo leaves were as sharp as knives, Chang Xi had no doubt that if he handed over these bamboo leaves to the Artifact Peak, he would definitely be able to refine the hidden weapon of bamboo leaves that sealed the throat with blood.

Chang Xi carved out a pure land in the bamboo forest with the three handles of the divine sense sword, and he was well versed in carpentry work to deal with the bamboo, and with each sword swing, the memories buried in the depths of his heart came to mind little by little.

When he was a child, he crawled in the mountains and forests, often found hairless old bamboo poles with his friends in the bamboo forest, brought a firewood knife to cut down the old bamboo poles and dragged them home, and weaved them into all kinds of living utensils by the village craftsmen. He still clearly remembers that despite the opposition of his family, he eloped with his handsome father and eloped up the mountain with his mother, who wrote a beautiful handful of good words, and was the most knowledgeable person in the small mountain village.

The construction of the bamboo house is completed, and under the smelting of the true fire of the phoenix, the green bamboo and bamboo leaves that are harder than the gold stone are melted into one to shelter from the wind and rain. Xin Tong didn't leave, she sat down on the shoulders of the man next to her, with the sound of the piano and the bamboo breeze in her ears, and the two quietly enjoyed this simple and rare quiet artistic conception.

Touching the scene, Xin Tong raised her fingers and gently wiped the corners of Chang Xi's plump lips, her eyes were blurred, and she murmured softly: "Na, if we can stay quietly until we are old, how good would it be?"

The straight man of steel beside him who was puzzled by the amorous style opened his mouth hard: "How can it be, you have taken the Zhuyan Pill refined by the Seven Rainbow Lingyun, and you can't get old if you want to be old." ”

There are two more lively figures chasing and frolicking by the lake.

The moon is bright and the stars are scarce, the bright moonlight is sprinkled with silver in the bamboo forest, the man in white and the haired man sits alone in the small courtyard opened up in the depths of the purple bamboo forest, there is a pot of wine on the table, two cups, the white head drinks alone in the moonlight, and the other side of the table is empty.

"Senior brother... Brother..."

The corners of Yunmo's face and mouth were bitter, with a painful look that even the closest junior brothers and sisters had never seen, he muttered, and the wine in the cup reflected a haggard face that was no longer full of grace.

He misses his brother.

Yunmo's hair is full of red and white alternately, and the same is true in his eyes, his breath is ups and downs, and he is unwilling, remorseful, annoyed, self-blame and guilt and other negative emotions, which will be tortured by Qingyun Mountain Tianjiao, who escaped death from the battlefield of Jiayuguan four years ago.

He practiced with his senior brother, grew up together, and his senior brother helped him with everything, and gave him all the delicious food, fun, and good exercises first, and even the diapers he had when he was a child were changed and washed by his senior brother, and the senior brother treated him like a brother, and he treated his senior brother like a brother. He clearly remembered that his senior brother had patted his chest and said that he would find him the most beautiful daughter-in-law in the world in the future, but his eyes were red and almost demonic at the moment, he only hated why he didn't practice as hard as his senior brother at the beginning, if he was stronger in Jiayuguan and could help his senior brother a little more, would the senior brother not die, would he be able to sing about wine as before?

Yunmo was full of demonic thoughts in his heart, just as he was about to be swallowed up by anger, the wind direction in the purple bamboo forest turned sharply, and there seemed to be a white dress floating behind the hideous face reflected in the wine glass, Yunmo felt his shoulders sink, he turned his head to look, and in his vague consciousness, he seemed to see a figure in white clothes and black hair opposite the empty wine table.

The man turned his head to meet his eyes, his lips opened slightly, and the expression of the senior brother who held up the hundred-zhang sword circle alone in Jiayu Pass four years ago was the same, and a simple single sentence entered his ears with the wind, as if going back in time, and once again exploded in his ears.

"Little Mozi, in the future, junior brothers and sisters, you will have to pay more attention. ”

In the purple bamboo forest, the red tide receded, the white head was still the same, and the voice was hoarse.