Chapter 217, it's hard to look back

When Elder Dikun heard the news of Feng Ya's death, Yan Zhan's injuries had worsened by seven or eight points. When the head and the elders heard the news, they rushed to help them together, and this was the only way to save their lives.

It had been several hours since Elder Dikun had fallen unconscious upon hearing the news, and it was now evening. All the disciples of the Kun Hall were huddled at the door of the Heart Cultivation Hall, for fear that something would happen to Elder Di Kun.

When Elder Dikun woke up, he found that everyone was looking at him. He suddenly remembered why he was unconscious, and everyone thought he would be overwhelmed with grief and cry. But he didn't, he just said it lightly.

"Help me to see Feng Ya. ”

The head helped him up and said, "I knew that you would be like this when you heard the news." You are very weak now, let the disciples carry you. ”

Elder Dikun nodded, Shi Yunyang just wanted to stand up, but was stopped by Elder Tianqian, Shi Yunyang is a person who understands, and he immediately understood.

Elder Tianqian meant not to let Shi Yun raise his head, and the eight halls of Xuanpu Hall competed with each other. Elder Dikun didn't want others to say that he had a huge Kun Hall, and he even had to carry him to the funeral for other disciples. Doesn't this mean that there is no one in Kuntang?

Shi Yunyang took a step back, and at this time, a Kuntang disciple outside the door walked in and said, "Master, I'll carry you!"

Shi Yunyang turned his head to look, and saw that this person was the sword-wielding disciple who had just led him to see Elder Dikun. He walked past the crowd and bowed down in front of the bed. The head of Qingxuan helped him to his disciple's back. The disciple was with him. said: "Master, please." ”

The head of Qingxuan nodded and said, "Be careful, your master can't stand the bumps." ”

The disciple said, "The disciple knows, please rest assured." ”

The head of Qingxuan persistently brushed the dust and stepped out of the palace gate of the Heart Cultivation Hall on foot.

There are quite a few people who came out of Kun Hall, and most of the disciples of each hall gathered in Kun Hall at this time, and at this time, with the head of the sect and the elders coming out, there were hundreds of people.

The disciple really walked very steadily, and Elder Dikun lay on top of him, barely feeling any bumps. He had gray hair and a little messy hair. In the slight cold wind of this Xuanpu Hall, it is like dead grass in autumn. Elder Dikun looked intently ahead, looking in the direction of the Qiankun Palace. The eyes were full of longing, but also full of desolation.

After the half-pillar incense passed, the mighty group walked into the Qiankun Hall of the Xuanpu Hall. There was already a tide of people at this time, and when they saw the head of the sect and the elders coming, they immediately gave way to a passage in the crowd. Elder Dikun saw Feng Ya on the high platform in the center of the Xuanpu Hall at a glance. Before he entered the main hall, he was already vomiting blood.

Elder Tianqian stepped forward and sealed his three large veins, temporarily sealing his strength. lest he be overly sad and his spiritual power run wild. He said, "Senior brother, you mourn. ”

Elder Dikun said, "Let me go." ”

The disciple didn't dare to disobey, so he gently put him down, and the two disciples of Kuntang behind him hurriedly came to help.

Elder Dikun walked with heavy steps and walked to the high platform in the hall step by step. He pushed away the people who came to help, walked with difficulty, and trembled in front of Feng Ya.

He was standing beside Feng Ya, motionless. There were no tears, nor did he reach out to touch Feng Ya's body. After a while, I heard him say:

"One year old, when you were just one year old, I picked you up from the side of the road and brought you back to Kunlun Mountain, and before you knew it, it had been twenty-one years. Twenty-one years, I have treated you as a son, and you have honored me as a father. Far from being a master and an apprentice, you and I are closer to each other than father and son. Now, have mercy on me, the white-haired man, and want to give you this black-haired man. With tears in his eyes, Elder Dikun raised his head and smiled bitterly, and said, "Except for one thing in the number of troubles, there is no future to worry about. ”

All the surrounding disciples knelt down in unison when they heard this, and only a few elders and the head of the sect stood quietly under the stone platform.

Elder Dikun continued, "I am already in the near future, and the years I have lived for so many years will only add to my troubles. The road ahead and me, but the cold wind and candles, if you die, it is not only simple, but also pleasant. But you are in the prime of life, you have never traveled thousands of miles, and you have never understood the world. Why is life so despised? Feng Ya, do you know the pain of being a teacher, and do you know the hatred of being a teacher!" he said the last sentence, his whole body trembled, and after he finished speaking, the dust in his hand had already landed. His whole body was like a collapsed wall, falling straight down from the stone platform.

Everyone was shocked and hurriedly got up to help. The head of Qingxuan and the elders were already one step ahead, weaving a net with the spiritual power in their hands, and steadily holding Elder Dikun in the air. Elder Dikun burst into tears and let out a long howl.

The long howl was full of a father's grief. The spine was full of tears, and everyone burst into tears when they heard this voice. The voice came out of the Xuanpu Hall, floating in this Kunlun Mountain, desolate as the twilight snow of the Cangshan Mountain.

The Kunlun sky is long, the summer and autumn frost in the Xuanpu, the white-haired and sad voice, and the voice is heartbreaking.

Kunlun is always silent snow, cold, cold, no warmth, only pathos and heroism. This pathos is smearing the entire Xuanpu, but this heroism is only known to Shi Yunyang.

Feng Ya's funeral was not simple, but the matter was strictly kept secret from the outside world. The elders did not hesitate to use the enchantment to seal off the Xuanpu Hall, so no one outside the sect knew what earth-shattering events had happened in the Xuanpu Hall.

Feng Ya was buried in the back mountain of Xuanpu Hall, in a piece of ice and snow. After deliberation, the elders decided to bury him and Bai Ying together. This pair of lovers is not at the right time, one leaves in advance, and the other is scattered, they are like the flowers on the other side of the Lethe River, the leaves are blooming, and the leaves are falling and blooming. Flowers and leaves never meet. But the flower on the other side can at least be reincarnated from generation to generation. And they, no matter how many times Bai Ying was reincarnated, she would never see Feng Ya again, and this fate really dissipated forever.

On the night of Feng Ya's burial, Shi Yunyang felt extremely depressed in his heart, as soon as he closed his eyes, his eyes were the heroic scene of Feng Ya's sword competition with him before his death. He really couldn't sleep, so he went out of the room and spread alone in the dry hall, trying to relieve the sorrow in his heart.

A bright moon hung in the sky, and the moonlight was as clear as water. It seems to be the soft blue light emitted by jade. Feng Ya's new grave is probably shrouded in this moonlight at this time. Thinking of back then, Feng Ya and him watched the moon and drank in the martial arts arena, so unhappy. It's a pity that things are not people, and now the martial arts arena is empty.

Shi Yunyang went back to the house and took two jars of wine, and walked straight to the martial arts arena. He walked down the aisle where they used to sit. At that time, the two brothers laughed together, competed together, and got drunk together. Although it is forbidden for disciples to fight privately in the sect, the two brothers have always kept this secret.

Shi Yunyang sat in that place, only feeling that Feng Ya was still sitting beside him. He put a jar of wine on his right hand and said, "Senior brother, drink it, Master Zun handed me the Qiantang's stunt Void Soul Liuhe Sword." Let's compare them in a moment. It's been a long time since I've competed with you. ”

Shi Yunyang seemed to hear Feng Ya say, "Okay!" He laughed and said, "I know that as long as there is a fight, you will be strong." ”

Shi Yunyang seemed to hear Feng Ya say again: "Hey, this is bad, this is not called fighting, you and I are not hooligans in the market, how can it be called fighting, this is called fighting." ”

After half a pot of wine, Shi Yunyang said: "You're right, let's talk." Come on, senior brother will show you first. With that, Shi Yunyang held the long sword in his hand, jumped into the field quickly, and danced the sword fluently. The sword aura is like a rainbow, flying and falling. As soon as the body moved, it brought up several afterimages, and with a wave of the blade, it stirred up a gust of wind. Sometimes fast, sometimes slow, fast like lightning breaking through the sky, Pegasus stepping on swallows. When it is slow, it is like a leaf falling and drifting, and the sky is full of catkins. It is easy to retract and release in the fast and slow, and it is really a rare set of wonderful swordsmanship.

Under the sky, dark clouds floated, and the moon shadow suddenly dimmed. The sword-wielding man has become a silhouette. Only the constantly swinging blade emitted a red curtain of light, like a stream of blood, flowing out of the night sky.

A set of sword moves made all the changes, and Shi Yunyang also regained his momentum and stood up. When he looked back, he found that there was no shadow of Feng Ya behind him at all, and the jar of wine he brought was placed there untouched, Shi Yunyang's heart suddenly felt like a pinprick.

He picked up the jar of wine, full of pride, and said, "Senior brother drank it for you." As soon as he looked up, the wine in the altar poured into his mouth.

Shi Yunyang slammed down the empty jar that was left, and jumped on the martial arts arena again, dancing his sword wildly.

He is not dancing with a sword, but with a mood, a heavy mood.

Suddenly, a long sword as red as fire broke through the air, and it immediately approached Shi Yunyang's life. Shi Yunyang was in a hurry, but it was suddenly difficult to make a move. He saw that the long sword was about to pierce his chest. Shi Yunyang had nothing to do.

I only heard a bell, and Shi Yunyang's long sword had already landed. The long sword stayed in front of him, but it didn't advance half an inch.

Shi Yunyang recognized this sword, this was the sword of Elder Tianqian, and the name of this sword was Nirvana, which was taken from the meaning of Phoenix Nirvana. Sure enough, a moment later, Elder Tianqian stepped onto the martial arts arena.

Elder Tianqian said: "Your swordsmanship has been messed up, and you have long been unable to resist the enemy, since this is the case, why do you still want to dance the sword." ”

Shi Yunyang said: "The disciple is not good at learning, so don't be angry." ”

Elder Tianqian said: "Your sword moves are already the best in the world, but your heart is in turmoil, as long as your heart is in turmoil, you will give birth to a thousand and ten thousand flaws, as long as you have flaws, others can take your life very lightly." ”

Shi Yunyang pondered: "The disciple's heart is upset, and there is a lot of chaos. ”

Elder Tianqian said, "Chengfeng, you are still too young. You have to know how many joys and sorrows a person will experience in his life. You have to be strong, and you have to keep yourself from being defeated by sadness. So that your sword can be invincible in the world. ”

Shi Yunyang said: "A disciple doesn't want to be famous in the world, but he wants to be able to protect the people he wants to protect, that's all." ”

Elder Tianqian said sharply: "You have to become stronger and be able to protect yourself first, I don't want to be like Senior Brother Dikun, the white-haired person sends the black-haired person." ”

When Shi Yunyang heard this, his heart suddenly stirred up thousands of waves.

Yes, can I protect myself now?" he thought quietly, he looked up at the bright moon, but the bright moon was already hidden in a dark cloud.