Three days later. The snow-capped mountains are all over the world.

Wulu Hun and Song Yougu sat in the hall, and saw that there were two young people in the hall, both of whom were weak crown age, with beautiful faces and clear eyes.

The two of them arched their hands and saluted Wulu Hun and said, "I've seen the prince." ”

Wulu Hun waved his hand slightly, and replied softly: "You two still remember me?"

A young man raised his eyebrows and smiled, and said in a daze: "On the day when Sect Master Ji brought the prince to the snow mountain, although it has been some time since now, there are no guests on the mountain all year round, and there are occasional visits, so I remember it clearly." And the prince has two upper and two lower, two on the left and two on the right, and four wine on one face, which is unforgettable at first sight. ”

Song Yougu glanced sideways at Wuluhun, then raised his eyebrows, and said to the young man under the seat: "What are your two surnames?

The young man who answered first grinned lightly, "In the next divergent way, this is the junior brother's secret." ”

When Song Yougu heard this, he forced a smile and sneered: "There are only two of you in the world?"

Qiqilu's cheeks were flushed, his eyebrows were lowered, and he replied: "At most, there are less than five junior disciples, and at the least, it is now." After a pause, he stared at Wuluhun and sighed to himself: "Master has been away from the mountain for many days. When he went down the mountain, the third junior brother hurriedly followed the fourth junior brother, sneaked out of the division, and never returned. ”

"Life is in a hurry, and Pepsi is lost. Thousands of divergent paths, thousands of catastrophes. Wulu let out a long sigh, raised his palm to signal the second young man to take a seat, and said again in a deep voice: "The head of Sui can see it thoroughly. The voice fell, and the eyes were red, and after changing their eyes with Song Yougu, the two of them were silent, and they really didn't know who should spread the news of Sui Chengfeng's death to the two simple young men in front of them.

After sitting for a moment, Song Yougu finally became impatient, coughed several times, cleared his throat again, bit his lower lip and slapped his thigh, "Your master ......"

Song Yougu fled his eyes, his eyes did not dare to meet the divergent path, he pondered for a moment, and said in a low voice: "The head of Sui was ambushed by a wicked man in Qimen Pass a few days ago,...... Even...... I'm afraid I'll never come back. ”

The divergent road and the dark detached looked at each other, the corners of their lips trembled slightly, their eyelids drooped, and their teeth bumped a few times.

"Master often says, there are few acquaintances in the lakes and seas in life. Since the death of his only dear friend, Master has felt even more lonely. The corners of Qiqilu's lips pulled back a smile, and he continued softly: "Three thousand zhang of sorrowful sideburns, seventy years of spring dreams prosperous." In recent years, most of the sentences that have been hanging on Master's lips are this. Now, it's liberating. After that, Shi Li said lightly: "Ask the son, Master's bones, can there be a burial, where is it buried?"

"Buried hastily in the west of Qimen Pass, Longzi's nest. Song Yougu snorted coldly, and immediately asked again: "Do you know who the best friend of the head of the Sui family is?"

Shen Ming took off his neck and shook it non-stop, exchanged eyes with the divergent road for a moment, and cried, but only responded: "I only know that the master is always chattering, and he has an unknown surname." ”

Seeing that Song Yougu was suspicious, Qiqilu hurriedly waved his hand and echoed: "Master only said that that friend died many years ago, and often muttered to himself, saying that it would be better if he went with him at that time. If you think about it, I'm afraid it's an old thing before the age of twenty. At that time, my junior brother and I had not yet been born, let alone entered the teacher's door, so how could I know more?"

"Does Master Sui have some strange words on weekdays, or is it very ridiculous?"

Qiqi Lu lowered his eyebrows again, and invariably shook his head with the same darkness.

"I have not seen it, I have not tasted it. ”

"Then, does your master raise birds?"

The two sons in the hall heard Song Yougu's question, and were stunned for a moment, paused, and said in unison, "This snow-capped mountain is not a good place to raise pets." Why did Childe ask such a question?"

Song Yougu was more than commotional, and secretly calculated in his heart: I know that the last words of the old man Sui must be strange!

Wulu Hun saw that Song Yougu should not be for a long time, and he didn't say much, raised his palm and took a side of the teacup, sipped a little, and then moistened his lips, and was about to speak, when he saw the two sons in the hall making a big salute to himself, without saying much, and left.

Wulu Hun was slightly stunned, his lips opened slightly, and he seemed to say to himself: "Insects, birds...... Isn't it strange that it's not an ordinary bird, but a bird kept in a pond?"

Song Yougu didn't think about it, and puffed out his cheeks and responded: "If this mystery is solved, we will definitely be able to get some pagan clues!"

Wuluhun chuckled lightly, and said in his heart: The head of Sui appeared in Boshan, and he must have been involved in the Great Huanxi Palace; however, although his skull was shattered, whether he was really killed by that pagan religion still needs to be discussed.

Song Yougu secretly glanced at Wulu Hun and carefully discerned his expression, but he didn't know whether he could find out what Wu Luhun was thinking, or if he also had some questions, so he muttered again to convince him, "Brother Lu, do you still remember what Ah Ku said? The last words of the head of Sui are a short-handed and short-footed dwarf and the city's people. The people of the palace are very happy, their words are confusing, their deeds are charming and wise, and they are afraid that there are many deviant people inside, so that they are all paradoxical methods and tricks!"

Wulu Hun didn't say much, slowly exhausted the tea, waited for half a pillar of incense, and when he raised his eyebrows, he saw the divergent road and the two sons of the underworld, and then entered the hall.

"You ......" Song Yougu was stunned, immediately understood, sneered, and said: "Why, when Fang heard the bad news, he didn't even want to pretend, so he wanted the wild horse to get off the leash and follow in the footsteps of your junior brother?"

Seeing that Song Yougu was not good, he was not annoyed, so he gently tugged his shoulders and wrapped his shoulders, and arched his hand in response: "I really want to leave the mountain." ”

Song Yougu glanced at Wuluhun helplessly, and knew in his heart: Sui Chengfeng has been obsessed with martial arts all his life, and everything on the side is unwilling. It is not nameless, but also unprofitable, coarse tea and light food every day, isolated and widowed in this cold place; not to mention that it is a young man with strong blood, even if it is a monk and monk who has practiced for many years, I am afraid that it is difficult to purify the six roots, and I can't suppress the demons in my heart.

"You wait for the master to die tragically, you as apprentices, don't want to take revenge and hate, give birth to murderers, but gather the softness, smear oil on the soles of your feet, you are really a righteous son and a disciple, and you know the times!"

The color of the divergent road is still unchanged, but he replied with a miserable smile: "Seeing that the prince is here, I want to come, and the master's revenge should be avenged." My junior brother and I know that there is no need to die, so it is better to have a good life plan and do more practical things. ”

Song Yougu secretly reprimanded the wrong path a hundred times for greed for life and fear of death, rolled his eyes, and his eyes were swordsmanlike.

Wuluhun's face was a little ugly, but he also knew that people had their own ambitions, and he really couldn't force it, so he sighed for a while, took out the silver ingots from his sleeves with his backhand, threw them on the wrong path, and said lightly: "Since that's the case, ask for more blessings." ”

Qiqilu grinned, transferred the silver to the underworld, and then bowed his hand, and said while saluting: "If the prince is tired, you can go around the mountain, and don't go too far." The weather in this snow-capped mountain is changing rapidly. ”

Wulu Hun gave up his hand, and before he opened his lips, he heard the divergent road and continued: "When the prince came before, he never had time to go shopping. We have a garden and a pond in the back door of the snow mountain, and it is very refreshing to soak in a half-circle. ”

Wulu Hun and Song Yougu had a flash of inspiration in their minds, looked at each other, got up together, pulled the sleeves of Qiqilu, and said quickly: "What pool?

Qiqilu pursed his lips, waited for two steps back, bowed again, and said lightly: "There are really no birds, but there is a white monkey in the snow mountain, and from time to time to find some heat in the pool." ”

Looking at Wulu Hun and Song Yougu's doubts, Qiqilu shook his eyebrows, and said slowly: "If the two of you don't give up, after six or seven days, I will personally lead the two of you around the snow mountain." ”

Song Yougu was stunned again when he heard this, raised his eyebrows, and said, "Aren't you going to leave the Snow Mountain?"

"Away for a while, but not for a lifetime. Qiqilu's eyes became clearer, and he pursed his lower lip and said to himself in a deep voice: "If you want to come, Master should be considerate." ”

"Where do you want to go?"

"Master is a casual person, and he doesn't like red tape, so he doesn't care where he is buried or how he is buried. He laughed on the side of the road, and he was frustrated, but he choked suddenly, and he couldn't breathe for a long time, and his cheeks were red;

"The grace of nurturing and the grace of teaching cannot be repaid. Half a moment later, the divergent path took a long breath and calmed his mind, "Master, master, apprentice, apprentice, both master and father, and in vain! Even if I don't follow common sense and only think about kinship, I have to go to lay a memorial and knock a few times in front of Master's grave." Not for the sake of the side, just for the sake of their own peace of mind!"

Song Yougu scratched his head, his face became more and more embarrassed, his lips chirped twice, and he pressed his shoulders on Qiqilu, and hit haha, "Look, you kid, why didn't you say it earlier?" ”

He didn't refuse, he even said thank you, and transferred the silver to the underworld, and then sent a look, and rushed to Song Yougu with the underworld.

Wulu took a look at the darkness, probed his jaw, and ordered him to go first, and when he saw that he wanted to follow, he coughed lightly and said, "Have you made plans for your junior brother?"

Qi Qilu looked back and replied with a wry smile: "When Master was alive, every other month, I had to go down the mountain and go to the nearest village to exchange wood for some meat and food. A few times, I called myself sick, returned late under the pretext of an excuse, and secretly went to Qimen Pass to have a look......" Qiqilu lowered his eyebrows, and continued with a chuckle: "I have also seen the life under the mountain. ”

"This is the first time you've come down the mountain?"

Qiqi Lu smiled at Song Yougu, and said again: "I only know that I will definitely come back when I go down the mountain to worship the master this time; as for the second junior brother, I don't want to force him, let alone persuade him with some worldly etiquette and regulations." If he changes his mind on the way, he can use the money of the two to fend for himself. ”

"I am stupid, I don't have much ability, I have practiced for more than ten years, and I haven't learned the master by riding the wind. However, although I know that there is no hope for the revitalization of the division, I will have to live and die with the snow mountain world. I don't ask for the side, but I just want to wipe the door plaque brightly every now and then. If I waited for forty or fifty years, I was old, I couldn't climb high, I couldn't walk, so I took the plaque that went to the door that day, held it in my arms, smiled and closed my eyes, and I didn't smash this sect in my hands. ”

After saying that, Qiqi Lu Chong Wulu and Song Yougu waved their hands slightly, and smirked: "It should not take ten days to come and go." If you don't like it, you can stay here with peace of mind, and when I return, I will offer you a good honey-stuffed roe meat. "Without a word, he walked simply, his back was strong, and his walk was upright.

Song Yougu secretly swallowed his saliva, his chest was full of inexplicable pride at the beginning, his lips were slightly open, and he smiled loudly, "I thought he was 'a fork in the road', but the clinker turned out to be a 'road to the black', hitting a tendon on the south wall and hitting the north wall!"

When the words fell, Song Yougu immediately changed his face, raised his eyebrows sharply, and sighed at Wulu Hunu: "The only two disciples have gone down the mountain, who will serve us for three meals?" Before Wulu could respond, Song Yougu pouted and shrunk his neck, "Our little prince, when will it arrive?"

Wuluhun snorted lightly, turned around to take a seat, and looked out of the door in a daze, there was no shadow of the wrong way. Wulu Hun shook his eyebrows and muttered to himself, "The virtuous and foolish have known who they are for thousands of years, and their eyes are full of basil. ”