The Ethereal Peak is extremely high, and when the sun rises, the first rays of sunlight have been sprinkled on the Ethereal Peak. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

When Murong Yan walked back from the back mountain, the sun also happened to shine on the large square at the top of the ethereal peak.

Bathed in this warm sunshine, Murong Yan's heart also felt warm, and then as soon as she looked up, she saw Duanmu Xuan in the distance.

The bluestone slabs in the main square were cold, as cold as ice in thirty-nine days, and they were cold and hard.

The sun is the warmest, especially in the mornings of this deep winter.

The warm sunlight shone on the cold bluestone slabs beneath their feet, as if they were coated with a color as warm as the sun. At this moment, it seems that even they have become warmer.

Is it true that after crying, people's hearts will feel much lighter?

At least now, Murong Yan felt that he had never felt so relaxed. Taking a deep breath of the cold morning air, she slowly looked up and looked forward, so she saw Duanmu Xuan standing not far in front of her.

Although the number of ordinary disciples at the top of this Ethereal Peak alone is as many as more than two thousand, not counting those elders and miscellaneous servants, carefully counting the number of people at the entire Ethereal Peak adding up to at least three thousand, but at this moment, in the huge square in front of him, only Duanmu Xuan is standing there alone!

It must have been a very cold weather, so after the morning exercise, those disciples all ran back to sleep.

Thinking of this, Murong Yan couldn't help but sigh, and muttered to himself: "My Ethereal Peak is the number one sect in the world, but I can imagine that today's Ethereal Peak disciples are so delicate that they can't endure hardship at all."

Glancing at Duanmu Xuan from afar, Murong Yan suddenly thought of the matter that the master mentioned to her last night that the master wanted the senior brother to go to the Falling Snow Valley to propose marriage, and she couldn't help but be a little curious, but she didn't know what the senior brother himself thought?

Since he had doubts in his heart, Murong Yan planned to ask Duanmu Xuan for clarification.

On the empty big square, Duanmu Xuan stood with his back to the sun, his eyes staring intently at the shadow he projected on the ground, and the expression on his face didn't know whether it was joy or sadness.

What my uncle said last night seemed to ring clearly in my ears again.

"Xuan'er, you go back and prepare well, and in a few days, you will go to Luoxue Valley to propose marriage......."

Looking at his uncle's back carefully from behind, Duanmu Xuan always felt that his uncle was a little strange today, but he couldn't tell what was strange.

"Uncle, do you mean ...... really", Duanmu Xuan was surprised and delighted, and he couldn't believe what he heard with his ears at this moment. However, then he was worried: "It's just that it's not appropriate to go to Luoxue Valley to propose relatives at this time, right?"

"What's the ...... that is inappropriate", Duanmu Jing stood with his back to Duanmu Xuan, sneered without looking back, and said: "Isn't it your long-cherished wish to marry Luo Qingxue as your wife, this is the best time to propose to her, but you are so procrastinating, are you afraid?"

"What ...... do I have to be afraid of", Duanmu Xuan immediately retorted: "It's just that at this time, it is less than a month before her marriage to Yang Xiaofeng, will she agree to propose to her at this time?"

Although Duanmu Xuan has always worked hard, Luo Qingxue's attitude towards him really made him not have much confidence in himself.

"Yang Xiaofeng ......", Duanmu Jing muttered the name with a little mockery, and asked sharply: "Could it be that in your heart, you actually feel that you are not as good as that miscellaneous piece." Don't forget, he's just a poor creature with nothing, and you're a dignified Ethereal Peak Young Master."

"The dignified Ethereal Peak Young Master ......" Duanmu Xuan smiled self-deprecatingly, then clenched his fists, gritted his teeth and said: "Who is the real poor worm, whether it is in terms of identity or status, I am thousands of times stronger than Yang Xiaofeng, in this way, Yang Xiaofeng is indeed just a poor worm with nothing." But I also know that although I am the young master of the Ethereal Peak, if I want to compare the weight in Qingxue's heart, what am I worth?"

Maybe this is the fact that Duanmu Xuan is most reluctant to admit, but he has to admit it.

"Then how can ......", Duanmu Jing sneered: "Even if Yang Xiaofeng occupies Luo Qingxue's entire body and mind, you were also present when she and Yang Xiaofeng visited the church that day, do you think these two people can still be together in this life?"

Duanmu Xuan was only silent, he really had nothing to say. Thinking of the scene in the sunset snow valley in the hall where Yang Xiaofeng and Luo Qingxue got married, somehow, he suddenly felt a little tingling in his heart.

Isn't this situation exactly what he wants to see now, hasn't he always expected any accident between Luo Qingxue and Yang Xiaofeng, but why does his heart hurt?

Shouldn't he have been happy that things have come to this point? From now on, he no longer had to worry about Yang Xiaofeng, the biggest obstacle between him and Luo Qingxue, but why couldn't he be happy at all at this time?

Not only was he not happy, but as long as he thought of Luo Qingxue's sad and desperate appearance when Yang Xiaofeng left that day, he felt that his heart was like a pinprick and a tearing pain.

At that moment, he thought that the sad person was not Luo Qingxue, but himself. He wanted to be able to share a little of her pain for her, and he was even willing to bear all the pain for her, but the truth was, he couldn't.

He couldn't do anything, he just watched.

The scene of Luo Qingxue crying and crying has been engraved in Duanmu Xuan's heart like a magic spell, as long as he closes his eyes, he will immediately remember it.

"It's just that now after all, it's only been more than a month since Qingxue and Yang Xiaofeng's wedding, and that happened that day, so it's really inappropriate to go to Luoxue Valley at this time...... , Duanmu Xuan was still a little hesitant after all, and said, "Uncle, why don't you wait for a while?"

Duanmu Jing's tone was already a little angry, and he said impatiently: "Don't say it, you go down and prepare well, you just need to do it according to my arrangement, you don't have to worry about the rest."

"Uh......", Duanmu Xuan seemed to be startled, and stayed in place for a long time, and finally had to agree: "That's good."

Suddenly, Duanmu Jing smiled and comforted: "You don't have to worry, I promise that this time you go to Luoxue Valley to propose marriage, not only the Luo family father and son, but even Luo Qingxue herself will definitely agree."

Although Duanmu Jing seemed to be very relaxed, Duanmu Xuan didn't feel relaxed at all, not only was it not easy, but he was even a little worried: "I don't know why my uncle is so sure"?

Duanmu Jing smiled faintly and said, "Because of Luo Qingxue and her father and brother, they have no second choice at all."

Hearing this, Duanmu Xuan felt another pain in his heart, and said with a wry smile: "What uncle means, I understand."

"Then you go......", Duanmu Jing had already begun to urge, paused, and said: "You'd better prepare faster, I really don't want to wait too long."

Duanmu Xuan was stunned again, and finally looked up at his uncle's back and said, "Then I'll go down first."

After saying that, he turned around and walked away.

Duanmu Xuan finally found out that his uncle was strange today, in the past, his uncle had always spoken to him head-on, and it was mostly in a consultative tone. But today, from beginning to end, my uncle turned his back to him, and his words were mostly in a commanding tone, more like he was giving some task.

Just about to go out, he suddenly heard Duanmu Jing's voice coming from behind again, and asked emotionlessly: "Xuan'er, what do you think of Murong Yan, or rather, how is her city mansion?"

Duanmu Xuan immediately paused, feeling that his uncle's question was a little inexplicable, so he had to ask rhetorically: "What's how?"

Duanmu Jing said coldly: "Compared to you, how popular and influential is Murong Yan among your younger generation?"

Duanmu Xuan smiled and said in a harmonious voice: "In terms of martial arts, Senior Sister Murong is by no means inferior to me, and in terms of popularity, she is even higher than me."

Duanmu Jing still said lightly: "Then do you remember who Murong Yan's father is?"

"Of course I remember, our predecessor of the Ethereal Peak taught Murong Ke Shibo ......", Duanmu Xuan blurted out without thinking about it. Immediately, he frowned slightly, slowly turned around, looked at Duanmu Jing's back, and asked inexplicably, "I don't know what uncle means by asking like this?"

"It's nothing ......", Duanmu Jing's voice still couldn't hear any emotional changes, and said lightly: "Then do you think she will threaten your status as a young master?"

Duanmu Xuan raised his head suddenly and exclaimed, "What did uncle say?"

Duanmu Jing said word by word: "I mean, have you ever thought about suppressing Murong Yan, or...... Or just eradicate her"?

"Uh......", Duanmu Xuan took a long breath, and the shock in his heart could not be described in words. After a long time, he slowly shook his head and said resolutely: "Senior Sister Murong has grown up with me since she was a child, and I have long regarded her as my own sister. Therefore, no matter who it is, if he dares to touch a single hair of Senior Sister Murong, I will never give up with him."

"Hehe......", Duanmu Jing smiled faintly and said coldly: "I know."

Duanmu Xuan didn't speak anymore, turned around and strode out of the room.

Duanmu Jing still stood in place, standing for a long time, and the sky was dark.

"Is night falling again, why is it so dark so early this day", Duanmu Jing didn't know who he was asking.

A mist rose from the valley in the distance, and was blown by the wind and slowly drifted towards this side.

In this situation, Duanmu Jing suddenly felt extremely lost. Looking out the window at the night, a little deep tiredness slowly appeared on his wrinkled face.

He was tired, and he was tired of it.

He also thought about letting go, but then he realized that he couldn't let go at all.

Everything he did was not even what he wanted to do, but was only whipped by various factors that made him have to do it.

Did fate choose man, or did man choose his destiny?

Duanmu Jing didn't know, the only thing he knew was that he could only be pushed forward by fate and involuntarily move forward.

"Haha...... , There is no choice, not only the people in the Falling Snow Valley, in fact, who of us is not like this. It's just that I don't know if it's people who don't have a choice, or fate itself"?