As Xia Puyu's voice disappeared into the clouds, a long-haired old man dressed in white with frost flowers appeared in the clouds.

His steps are light, as if he is coming from the clouds, his hair is soft and white, and he is more like an immortal.

"Immortals. The three of them gave up.

"Don't dare to be, don't dare to be. The immortal smiled and paced away.

"I don't know where the Dejing stick is?" Gui Yan stepped forward.

The immortal turned his head and said with a smile: "Since you have already understood the mystery of this landscape, why bother asking me where this Dejing stick is?"

Pu Yu lowered his eyes: "Dejing stick is not on the mountain." ”

The immortal walked over with a smile: "It's still that this little brother is smart and knows that the landscape is fake, so I'm afraid it's also fake." ”

Then, he brushed his beard again: "But, how dare you say that Dejing Stick is not on the mountain, what if it is here?"

"Since we are on the mountain, I still hope for the immortals, and take us to find them. Pu Yu grinned and stepped forward: "It's the immortal himself who said that the Dejing stick is on the mountain." ”

The immortal also laughed, stretched out his hand and nodded Pu Yu's forehead, and walked forward: "Since it is your Xia family's thing, let you take a look, but whether you take it or not depends on your ability." ”

Sure enough, behind the clouds, there was a block of ice five feet high, and snow began to fall in the sky. There is a jade stick on the ice.

The whole body is emerald green, into a bamboo joint, the texture is like a soft pool of water, thick and plump, the head has a golden tassel, and it is decorated with a gem like a plum blossom.

The power exuded by the Dejing stick is like being able to control the four seasons, with the arrogance of spring, the fierceness of summer, the chill of autumn, and the solemnity and majesty of winter, like the snow of the Songjiang River, magnificent, sad.

It is precisely because it embraces all rivers and has the coldness of jade and the strength of ice and snow that it has the effect of overcoming cold with cold iron like the Frost Breaking Sword.

"Do you know why you can pick up a Dejing stick?"

Xia Puyu looked at the Dejing stick in his hand and his eyes moved to the yellowed and aged face of the immortal, which was completely different from Fang Cai's radiant appearance, like old decay, like a dead person.

"It is the same as you, it bears too many things, it bears too many debts, it has to get rid of it like you, and it also wants to say a word of disobedience to the rivers and lakes, and it also wants to be able to cross this Dead Sea like those who crossed the rivers and lakes in the past. ”

"If you pick it up, you will complete its mission, and you will complete your mission, you two are one, and from now on live and die together, and from now on, you and the people around you will be at peace because of this, have you protected them?"

"Who the hell are you?" Xia Puyu turned his hand and carried the Dejing stick behind his back.

"It doesn't matter who I am, the important thing is that the Frost Breaking Sword and the Dejing Stick are mutually reinforcing, but the result is that the jade is burned or who dies and who lives, no one knows, it all depends on your adventure, go to the Moon Fishing Monk, and give him a look at your things. ”

At this time, Pu Yu found that the snow had stopped and the fog had dispersed, whether he was caught off guard or didn't know, he didn't know. Just when the figure of the immortal gradually drifted away, when he opened his eyes again, the three of them were lying in the Yihua Pavilion.

"What's going on?" Guique stood up and looked at the old man behind the case.

Lao Bukan brushed his beard and said with a smile: "Congratulations, it seems that the immortal really gave you the Dejing stick." After speaking, he pointed to the Dejing stick in Pu Yu's hand.

Pu Yu hooked the corners of his mouth and looked at Lao Bukan: "I hope that Mr. will show you a clear way." ”

"Go find the Moon Fishing Monk. Lao Bukan smiled and raised his teacup.

"Sure enough, it was the gentleman's way. Pu Yu smiled and arched his hand.

When the group was about to leave, Lao Bukan left bamboo sleeves.

"Why did the gentleman tell me to stay?"

Pu Yu looked at Ze Sleeve, and then at Lao Bukan.

"Your mother is still alive. ”

Mo Qiangqiang's heart was beaten, which could really be said to be a fatal blow to Ze Sleeve.

"Why do you say that?" Bamboo Zesleeve said with a dry smile, there was obviously a lack of etiquette in his tone, how could Zhu Zesleeve, who had always known etiquette, be rude? Mo Qiangqiang's intuitive road in front of him began to be rough, the bright and broad road became extremely dark, and the wind and moon in the last moment turned into wind and rain.

"Because your mother's surname is Ge, you don't have the surname Fan at all. ”

Zhu Zi suddenly opened the fan, shook it forward, and said, "Oh?"

Lao Bukan looked at the bamboo fan in Zhu Zize's hand, slowly stood up, bypassed the case, walked over, and the lake seemed to overflow suddenly under his eyes: "Because this is your father's relic, the bamboo gentleman is, it is your father's ......."

More than 20 years ago, in that town, black, green, white, blue, the four major sects, black clothes are the killers at night, green clothes are the secret strategists, white clothes are the people who steal life in broad daylight, and the blue clothes are the sales place where the dew of the century-old foundation is stolen.

Half-provoked prisoners, Biyan Cave, Lingmen, Wind and Rain Pavilion, in the autumn of this year, they performed a big drama of sword light and blood, you live and die.

Ge Shaoqing was in the encirclement of Biyan Cave, she was just in time to go back to her mother's house, and the bamboo gentleman was not around, when she joined the battle, the Ge family had already died hundreds of people, she was going to kill the red eyes, but she did not save her father and mother, and kept this family.

By the time she was rescued, she had been taken to a ruined temple on the outskirts of the city by Zhu Junzi and Zhu Junzi's sworn brother Fan Chao.

Because of Fan Chao's participation, Zhuzitang was also implicated and survived in the pursuit for so many years, but when he evaded the pursuit once, Zhu Junzi died in the hands of the enemy in order to save Fan Chao, and Fan Chao repaid this life-saving grace for a lifetime.

Because Ge Shaoqing was also alive and dead in a sea of fire created by a chaser, when Fan Chao arrived, he only rescued Ze Sleeve, who was only three or four years old, who was dying. And the Ming bamboo fan was handed over to the bamboo dynasty when the bamboo gentleman died, and he asked him to pass it on to the sleeve.

From then on, Fan Chao regarded Ge Zesleeve as his own.

"Impossible!" The sleeve threw away the hand that Lao Bukan had placed on the Ming bamboo fan and yelled at him.

"How is it impossible? This Ming bamboo fan is out of my hand, and the bamboo gentleman was rescued when the little girl fell into the tiger's mouth, if there is no bamboo gentleman, Qiang Qiang is not just disabled, but lifeless, Qiang Qiang is probably less than a year old at the time...... I just gave the bamboo gentleman a bamboo fan, but it didn't take a few ...... If I don't tell you today, when will this great revenge be avenged? You and Pu Yu are both descendants of the Xia Ge family, if I see that you have half of Pu Yu's determination, I won't tell you this fact, but the merry son Zhu Ze sleeve, how can you be worthy of your parents in exchange for your life, worthy of the only trace of incense of the Ge family, the nurturing grace of the Bamboo Dynasty!"

"I don't need you to lecture me!"

"Why don't you accept it, don't you want revenge?" Mo Qiangqiang stepped forward and asked him.

Tears fell from the corners of his eyes, and he looked at Mo Qiangqiang: "I only have one father......"

"But I have a life-saving benefactor, and you still have a benefactor who gave birth to you, how many of your relatives have died at the hands of those wicked people!" Mo Qiangqiang took another step forward.

"But I don't want to, let my days be full of killing and suspicion!"

"What about your mother?" Mo Qiangqiang loosened his eyebrows, and tears rolled out.

Pu Yu only stood by the lake, quietly listening to the sound of the lake, and felt a sudden heat on his cheeks, and he actually shed tears.

Hearing this, Ze Sleeve's heart sank to the bottom of the lake, and the knife was like a torn pain, yes, what about my mother? Since he was a child, he only knew that his mother had died, and he didn't know what it was like to have a mother since he was a child, and he never seemed to envy other children who had a mother.

“......”

"A good man has ambitions for thousands of miles, how can he put aside his family revenge and not revenge, and be decadent and negative?" Mo Qiangqiang came to his side.

"I'm going to go to my dad and ask for clarification. Bamboo turned and left.

Mo Qiangqiang knew that he would definitely go back to find Zhuzichao, and this time, she followed.

"Won't the eldest brother follow?" Gui Yan asked Pu Yu.

Pu Yu waved his hand, looking at the backs of Mo Qiang Qiang and Ze Sleeve, his pupils seemed to be at the bottom of the cave, dark and sad.

"Sir. Gao Buluo came over from outside in a hurry: "Sir, I heard that I saw Yi Jun and his sister Yi Fang in the Jinsong River outside Huaxian. ”

"Huaxian?" Pu Yu frowned and stomped forward.

"This is the route we came from. ”

Before Gao Buluo's words fell, Pu Yu walked out quickly: "It's also the route through Jiang Xuezhai." ”

"Then the sleeve! Mo Qiangqiang hurriedly followed, and did not speak again after following, she knew that it was useless to talk more at the moment, so she could only let Ze Sleeve calm down and figure out what was going on.

"I believe that Ze Sleeve is not a person who is greedy for life and afraid of death. ”

I've seen, I've seen Pu Yu's nervousness when he was in Jiang Xuezhai, walking on this road, it's not all about his own life and death, other people around him, and the life and death of other people are even more difficult to protect. He is not afraid of his own death, what he is afraid of is the Bamboo Dynasty, it is Xia Puyu, high and not falling, returning to the geese, returning to the birds, Jiang'an Dong, and, Mo Qiangqiang.

When he shook his head, he found that he was facing Mo Qiangqiang with angry eyes, she was looking at him with a frightened face, but she didn't look like she was going to retreat, he was even more painful, even more sad, why didn't he know this until today, why didn't he let himself be like Pu Yu, he knew earlier, so that he could spread the pain, so as not to be too heavy and make himself tired, too light and let himself forget his duty.

The wind in the woods ruffled the sideburns in her ears and rippled in front of her eyes, which were still as clear and crystal clear as the shores of a fallen lake, and rippled. What a beautiful girl......