The night is as cool as water, it is the Mid-Autumn Festival, the sky is full of stars, the stars in the sky are looming in the clouds and mist, adding a bit of mystery to this mountain of sorrow.

There was silence and wind, but the wind was silent.

The silent wind on the mountain, but not very cold, blew among the yellowed branches and withered grass, silent and solemn.

This wind, this mountain full of loneliness, but even more obvious from the mountain of sorrow under the cover of this dark night, the huge body is like a dormant beast, sleeping deeply. Even the usual insect chirping of the mountains has disappeared, as if they are all curled up in the embrace of this lofty mountain, motionless.

In the distance, there was an occasional hissing that was high or low, and it was the boring cry of the Nine Flames Golden Crow. It's just that all the disciples have fallen asleep, and no one knows about its seemingly non-existent protest.

Sleep like this, a dream for a thousand years......

The winding mountain road, the deep coil in this endless darkness. At the end of the mountain road, there was a slight footstep from far and near, dull and faint, but it just abruptly disturbed the silent night.

The wind blows, and the clothes move. One person, carrying a fiery red sword on his back, walked silently in this winding mountain road.

Man is under the moon, and the moon is in the middle of the sky.

Under the cover of this white and somewhat vast moonlight, this familiar figure, the sword and the person are very eye-catching.

The red sword is like fire, and the sword aura is awe-inspiring, but this person is a little worse, and the head of the jujube core is not the same as the night flame sword of the immortal family.

But it was Lu Wujian who walked alone in this moonlight, just such a moonlight, such a lonely mountain road. He has one person and one sword, but where is he going?

In front of me is a dense forest that runs up the mountain road. Lu Wujian looked up at the moonlight on the jade plate in the middle of the day, the corners of his mouth seemed to move for a moment, and then lowered his head. The gray figure quickly melted into the dense forest, and was instantly swallowed up by the darkness.

People are always walking, this kind of road, always admiring the scenery on the side of the road, but forgetting to stop to see the road under their feet, where they are going.

It's just that some roads can be turned back, and some roads can never be turned back.

In the vast moonlight, the green eaves poked out from the end of the white path, followed by Lu Wuji's figure. He obviously saw the green eaves, so he lowered his head, took a few quick steps, turned a corner, and saw a somewhat dilapidated ancestral hall that was not too tall.

The moonlight sprinkled on this ancestral hall, the wooden red pillars, because of the disrepair has long been mottled, even the door of the ancestral hall is also a little dilapidated, half closed, half hidden, from the empty door a trace of light shines out of the door, shining on the broken door steps.

I never thought that this Sect of Divorce, which has always been magnificent and extravagant, still has dilapidated buildings. I don't know why the Sect of Sorrow ignored its existence and allowed it to exist to this day.

Lu Wujian took advantage of the moonlight to look at the plaque on the broken door. On the whole plaque, you can only vaguely see the word "ancestral hall", and then there are traces of weathering, and there is nothing else.

Lu Wujian shook his head as if he was quite helpless, shook the robe behind him violently, pulled the hidden ancestral door, and slowly walked in.

The door opened, and the dim light was no longer blocked, piercing straight into Lu Wuji's eyes, this not very strong candlelight, but Lu Wujian felt a little trance.

Lu Wujian froze his mind, and then looked into the house, only to see that the ancestral hall was empty and there was no one, but the dust was thick and covered the entire ancestral hall, and the candles were dim, reflecting a statue of the Heavenly Master who had long lacked half of his face, but the Heavenly Master was a little weird.

Cobwebs are everywhere, and in all corners of this ancestral hall is a home, and the territory is privately divided.

In front of the statue, there are several tablets, about seven or eight of which are scattered, all of which are dilapidated and dusty, and even the handwriting on the tablets is indistinguishable.

It's just that the two tablets at the front are not a trace of dust, they are as bright as new, and the handwriting on the tablets is also clearly visible. In front of the tablet, there is a dilapidated incense burner, there is no sandalwood, and the thick layer of the incense burner is not known whether it is dust or incense ash.

The ash is cold and dusty. It was a bleak place.

It seems that no one has been here for a long time. It's just that this long-abandoned ancestral hall, why does it still exist for so many years without reason?

An old and cold voice sounded, the voice seemed to be very close to him, but it seemed to be far away: "You are here......"

With this voice, there was a sound of slow footsteps, and from the back of the ancestral hall, a person suddenly turned out.

The candlelight in this ancestral hall was already dim, and it was difficult to illuminate the entire ancestral hall at all, and the person who spoke seemed to be surrounding this light, and his whole body was shrouded in darkness, and his face could not be distinguished. But the voice was familiar.

Lu Wujian was not surprised when he heard this voice, but it seemed that he had been familiar with this voice for a long time, so he just nodded slightly and said, "Senior Brother Qinan, I'm here." ”

In the darkness, the figure seemed to nod, and the next moment it appeared in the middle of the ancestral hall, and pointed to the two brand-new futons in front of the offering table: "Since you are here, come and sit." With that, he knelt half-kneeling on the futon on the left.

Under the dim candlelight, this person's figure appeared, but it was a dark robe, and the lifelike gossip pattern on the robe and the image of the Nine Flames Golden Crow that symbolized the identity of the sect leader all showed that this was really a real person who was the head of the Sect of Sorrow.

It's just that the face of the real person is already shrouded in a shadow, and he can't see his facial features, let alone know his current joys, sorrows, and sorrows.

Lu Wujian did not hesitate, and knelt on the futon on the right side with a swing of the sleeves of his robe. Then his eyes were slightly closed, and he did not say a word.

Neither of them spoke, but the atmosphere was so quiet that it was a little depressing. There was no sound around, only the string of prayer beads in Qi Nan's hand, which made a rustling sound as Qi Nan's fingers kept moving.

After a long time, Qi Nan said slowly: "Unrestrained, you are wrong about today's events!"

Lu Wujian said expressionlessly: "What the senior brother said, the senior brother has already understood, I have asked to cut the position of the first seat in the morning, but the senior brother does not allow it. ”

Qi Nan seemed to sigh, and his breath seemed to be lighter, as if he was drowsy, and said: "No, you and I know what I mean, but don't play dumb riddles with me anymore! If I don't stop you today, you will really kill the heavens, right?" ”

Lu Wujian said quietly: "Senior brother taught me a lesson. ”

The voice of the martyr seemed to be a little painful: "I am not teaching you, but I am saving you." If you say that it is unfair, there is a point, but I don't want to go away, you look at those tablets, his one, it is always new, I come to wipe it three times a day. It is to free myself from the murderous thoughts in my heart, in order to get rid of the shackles of the demons in my heart. It's just why can't you put it down?"

Lu Wujian seemed to smile, but there was sadness in his eyes that he had never seen before, and that sadness seemed to have passed through the time of a hundred years and returned to that unbearable time.

Lu Wujian didn't say anything.

The voice of the martyr rose again: "Don't forget, although he has kindness to you and me, but after all, it is a hundred sins that are unforgivable to risk the condemnation of the world." I will not allow anyone to destroy the peace I have worked so hard to create, not even you!"

Lu Wujian's heart froze, and he subconsciously looked at the Night Flame Immortal Sword behind him. Then he said in a deep voice: "Senior brother said that I am a demon in my heart, but the junior brother also has to ask, senior brother erased that person from my Separation Sect, I am afraid that I have already planted demons in my heart!"

"Hehe-", "Hahaha-haha-" A bleak and even a little cold laughter echoed in the entire ancestral hall, and the figure of the martyrdom suddenly seemed a little unreal in this darkness.

"Lu Wuji, don't forget, it wasn't my decision alone, you all had a share, if I didn't pity him, I wouldn't write his name on this tablet, and be with our master as a companion, in this way, these two lonely souls, I'm afraid they will never be lonely again!"

Lu Wujian did not back down: "No, he is still lonely, because he will bear a lifetime of infamy!

Qi Nan suddenly stood up, his long sleeves fluttered, and his eyes suddenly had a trace of imperceptible fanaticism looking at Lu Wujian who was kneeling on the futon and said: "Senior brother, you don't have to be persistent anymore, I can have today from the Worry Sect, even no one dares to accuse me of being difficult! That is, in the future, I will bring this entire cultivation realm, but it is also at my fingertips!"

Lu Wujian was still expressionless, and replied coldly: "It's just that you have ever asked, is this what he wants? I hope this can comfort that person's spirit in the sky!"

The fanaticism in Qi Nan's voice seemed to be a little more fervent: "Isn't it enough for me to give him the entire cultivation world to make up for all this?"

Lu Wujian shook his head helplessly and said, "That's it, you just got four words for that peace of mind!"

The boundless cold killing intent spread from Qi Yan who was standing in the shadows, and Lu Wujian had no doubt that he, the senior brother in charge, would suddenly attack him the next moment. 、

With this pervasive killing intent and a long silence, he and he looked at each other without speaking, he was under the candle, he was in the dark.

Qi Yan took advantage of this dim candlelight to see a complete Lu Wujian, however, what Lu Wujian saw was always this mutilated Qi Yan hidden in the shadows.

The murderous aura, under their non-existent gaze, finally disappeared invisibly.

Qi Nan suddenly sighed, as if he wanted nothing to happen, but the voice seemed to be bitter and admonished: "Today, I asked you to come, not to say this, but to hope that you will no longer be obsessed! You must remember who is the current head of the mountain of sorrow!"

Lu Wujian obviously also felt the murderous aura like a receding tide, and he looked at him.

The candlelight is boundless, wanting to confuse people's eyes, and his difficult figure is vague, like clouds and mist, even Lu Wujian can't see through his senior brother.

In the dark, a satin rolled rice paper was suddenly thrown out of the direction of Qi Nan, and the deep voice sounded again, but this time the voice was more unquestionable: "The day before yesterday, I went to your place and saw the painting in front of your hall, the painting is good, but it is too eye-catching, now you take this pair of words, replace it." ”

Lu Wuji's heart trembled, he really saw the deep meaning of that painting? If not, why did he say that?

A huge helplessness came towards Lu Wujian, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, if this was really the case, he had touched his scales, he asked him to come here, just to say this nonsense?

Lu Wujian held the words given to him by Qi Nan tightly, tried his best to maintain his calm appearance, nodded and said, "Follow the instructions of my senior brother, I will go!"

Qi Nan suddenly remembered something and said: "Tomorrow, you call that Lin Yizhi, I have something to ask him, you go!"

Under the dim candlelight, Lu Wujian opened the pair of words given to him by Qi Nan with trembling hands, only to see that on the white oozing rice paper, there was no embellishment, only four big characters that were as killing as knives and swords:

"Turn back to the shore"!

"Bang-", the pair of words suddenly fell from Lu Wuji's hands, and Lu Wuji's long body, as if exhausted, sat straight in front of the table, and the tablet on the table was leaned hard by Lu Wujian, and fell down with a hula la.

And the tablet that was not infected with dust fell into Lu Wuji's arms like a ghost.

Lu Wujian seemed to use all his strength to hold the tablet in his palm.

The next moment, it was already teary eyes.

The hot tears dripped on the only big character on the tablet, but the big word was even more shockingly clear.

"Xiao-" Lu Wujian looked at the word and muttered, and the next moment, sadness drowned out all his voice in the darkness.

Outside the dilapidated window of the ancestral hall, I don't know when the moon has disappeared into the clouds, and it has rained lightly. The dim candlelight drifted out of the dilapidated ancestral hall, and the next moment it was swallowed up by the endless rain curtain.

Looking up, in the wind and rain of this mountain, the dilapidated ancestral hall seems to be unable to withstand the rain and frost, just like the lonely soul who can't find a home in the rain, and tells the sorrow that has long been yellowed and unknown......