P.S: I've been in the hospital with my mother for the past two nights, I didn't sleep all night last night, and it's estimated that tonight is enough to choke, and the number is still sealed, and I may be able to sign in tomorrow, you have a lot of Haihan, thank you Xiaobai, and the tips from friends in the early summer!

Away from the peak of sorrow, Nagato.

The Nagato Hall is second only to the existence of the Liwu Palace, and the nine veins of the Liwu are respected. Looking at it from a distance, it suddenly feels resplendent gold, red walls and golden tiles, and magnificent.

It was already midnight, and the entire uproar of the Leaving Sorrow Sect had already calmed down, just like a play, and everyone left.

The wind and rain are still there, and the rain curtain is deep.

This magnificent and atmospheric Nagato Hall, standing quietly in the black rain curtain, actually looks a little desolate and lonely.

There are occasionally a few rays of light in the main hall that fill the night through the rain curtain, which shows that the night is deeper and the rain is tighter.

The main hall is wide and empty, two rows of old Nanmu tables and chairs are placed on the red carpet, and the four corners of the tables and chairs, perhaps because of a long time, are a little faded and mottled, but they are extremely incommensurate with the splendor of the appearance of this long gate hall.

Perhaps, these two rows of old Nanmu tables and chairs should be cherished by the real people who are from the Worry Palm Sect, so no matter how old it is, he is reluctant to replace it with a new one.

The main hall is wide and wide, although it is not as big as the main hall of worry, but in the Nine Veins Palace, it is not small. Every few steps, there is a black golden pillar, and at the top of those pillars, there is a gossip stand, and on the top of the stand, there are red candles of the same length.

It's just that, maybe it's late at night, or maybe the owner of this hall doesn't like to be too bright, the candles in the tray are all extinguished, and only the candles in the gossip tray on the two deepest pillars are lit.

In the depths of the main hall, the wind and rain from the outside world were blocked together. It's just that the two lit red candles seem to be swaying on their own, and the candlelight is also bright and dark. The depth and darkness of this full hall are even more revealed.

Through the faint light of these two red candles, you can faintly see that on the wall in the middle, there are two portraits, and the portraits are the same as those on the main hall of sorrow.

On the left, it is the ancestor of the Leaving Sorrow Creation Sect, and on the right, it is the previous generation of the Leaving Sorrow Sect to teach, and the master is a true person. However, on the table below the two portraits, there is only one tablet, on which is written the position of the ancestor and the son. The tablet is placed under the portrait of Liwuzi, and it is a single figure, which is a little abrupt.

Other than that, there is no longer a tablet for a real person in Wuji.

On the side of this only pair of tablets, there is a small gray furnace, three pillars of sandalwood in the furnace, quietly and faintly burning, the mist permeates the entire Changmen hall, lingering for a long time.

On one side of the offering table, a man was leaning there, sitting casually, his eyes slightly closed, and his breath was steady, as if he had fallen asleep.

That figure is the current Worry-Free Sect, and there is no doubt that it will be difficult.

He closed his eyes like that, but it made people feel full of vicissitudes and exhaustion, and he seemed to be asleep like this, just unable to resist the exhaustion all over his body.

Perhaps, he still feels that the light of this Changmen Hall is too bright, perhaps, it is to be able to sleep well for a while, he seems to be deliberately avoiding these dim candles, and his whole body seems to be hidden in the gloom, only a gray afterimage, under the swaying of the candlelight, faintly reflected on the ground, pulled out for a long time.

His sleeping countenance, which seemed to be a little gray because the light was too weak, was a little gray, and it was a little blurry and difficult to distinguish.

Suddenly, there was the sound of soft footsteps outside the hall. It is strange to say that the wind and rain all over the mountain are noisy, and it can't disturb the purity of this hall in the slightest, but it is this faint footsteps that can suddenly enter the hall and be heard clearly.

Qi Nan, who originally seemed to be sleeping deeply, moved his white eyebrows like snow slightly, slowly opened his eyes, and two bright eyes shot out in the dim candlelight.

He moved his body leaning on the offering table slightly, and the old and loud voice sounded in the hall: "It's the greedy little old man who has arrived, don't wander outside, just come in." ”

There was a burst of laughter at the door of the hall, and in the dim candlelight, two people walked in one after the other.

In front is the small Dao Nan Xingzi, and behind is the first seat of the Sacrifice Peak that is thin and short, but he can't eat enough at every moment-Ning Wan me. After Nan Xingzi entered the hall, he gave a salute and turned to leave.

I smiled as I walked: "Senior brother is so blessed, tonight is full of wind and rain from the Sorrow Sect, but you are in your Changmen Palace, pure and comfortable!"

Hearing this, he also twisted his white beard, laughed, and actually stepped down from his seat and personally greeted the door of the hall, and the two walked hand in hand and walked side by side.

It was hard to see him coming, and he seemed very happy. As he walked inside, he quipped: "You are laughing at me, you went to the Immortal Hidden Sword Pavilion to watch that good show, I can only sit here, I think it's more interesting for yours." After that, he looked at him and smiled lightly: "Old man Ning, how is that scene tonight?"

With that, the two came to the place where Qi Nan was sitting, Qi Nan sat down in his original position first, pointed to the chair next to him and said, "Old man, sit!"

I called myself an old man by him, but I wasn't annoyed, just laughed and sat down. Qi Nan seemed to feel that the distance between the two was still a little far, so he got up and pulled his chair towards him, and then asked, "Old man, tell me how lively that play is?"

Ning Wan heard this, sighed and said: "Hu Feng died, Lin Yizhi fled, my apprentice found a Lin character written in blood, Tian Yan, Tian Yi and Lu Wujian did not agree with each other, drew their swords and faced each other, and finally they were stopped by Nan Xingzi, who was sent by you, senior brother, and then the play ended, and the people also ended." That's it!"

Qi Nan nodded and said: "The moment Hu Feng died, I sensed it, my Changmen Non-Return Pavilion is the source of the Nine Veins Non-Return Pavilion, and no wind or grass can escape my eyes......

There was a faint anger in his expression: "It's just that I didn't think about it, but the two of them were irritable that day, and they acted like this, and they were uninhibited, but they turned out to be calm and indifferent, and their hearts have really been a little sharp in the past few years, which is always a little bad." ”

After that, in the dim candlelight, his eyes flickered, and he didn't know what to think.

Ning Wan nodded and said: "Senior Brother Uninhibited, I will definitely persuade you, but I can't control Tianyi and Tianyi, I still need Senior Brother to go out and suppress it!"

Qi Nan nodded slowly, and sighed for a long time: "Maybe, it can only be like this......" Then, with a faint smile: "Old man, with your curiosity, are you really not curious about the murderer of this matter?

The old man Ning smiled, a shrewd look appeared in his small eyes, and looked at Qi Qian: "Who said I wasn't curious, it's just that I know, according to my senior brother's temper, I won't say no if I ask you, but I haven't asked, when you think you should say it, you will naturally say it, why should I be bored!"

As this sentence was spoken in Qi Nan's heart, Qi Nan laughed out loud, even his beard and shoulders trembled, and he even pointed at this old man Ning and scolded with a smile: "It is rumored in the world that the most shrewd of the nine masters of the Separation Sect is your greedy thin old man, and now it seems that it is well deserved!"

Suddenly, there was a sigh: "It's just that I didn't expect Qingxuan, Unruly, Huixi, Huixin and I to be the first to worship under the master's door, but if you talk about knowing each other, it is you, the little old man, who knows me best!"

Ning Wan smiled at me, and seemed to have something to say in his words: "I know Senior Brother best?

I didn't want to think about it, so I waved my hand lightly and said: "He's not as good as you, he just knows some rules better than those restless old guys......"

Then Zhengse said: "This matter is complicated, although I probably know something, but the details have not been figured out, so now I can't reveal the murderer, so I have to temporarily let Lin Yizhi bear this charge." It's just that this doll is suffering......"

Ning Wan also nodded, but said: "Senior brother is a little too worried, Lin Yizhi's cultivation is not high in our Separation Sect, but if he walks in this world, I am afraid that no one will hurt him, even if I meet some cultivators, seeing that his cultivation is my Separation Sect's technique, I will also retreat by three points, and it is not good for him to always leave the Sorrow Sect, and he always has to go out to experience it!"

Qi Nan nodded and said, "What you said is also ......"

Suddenly, he said, "Do you know what I called you here this time?"

Ning Wan teased me, pretending not to know: "Who made my life miserable, others went back after watching the play and acting, and I still have to be caught up and sneaked here......"

Suddenly, he smiled, licked his lips with his tongue and said, "Isn't there anything delicious here, senior brother?" Is it a deer leg or a crane paw?"

Qi Nan laughed, pointed at him with his hand and said, "You, you, always remember to eat all day long, if you soar in the future, I'm afraid there will be no such things there." Besides, even if I have these things here, I don't do as well as you sacrifice to Worry Peak, don't you still have a baby chef disciple, how about it, have you cultivated to break through the fifth level of condensation?"

Ning Wan looked embarrassed, and only stretched out two fingers and said, "Uh...... Twenty years...... Double ......"

With that, the two looked at each other and laughed.

After laughing, he glanced at Ning Wan and said, "Old man, you still don't let him in!"

Ning Wan shrugged his shoulders, looking helpless, and said loudly outside the door: "You, don't come in yet......"

Under the shadow of the candle, a figure walked in neither humble nor arrogant, the figure was not hurried, and his bearing was high.

When he walked in, the candlelight was brighter, and then he saw clearly that this person was dressed in an aqua blue robe, and he also had white hair like snow.

The white hair was like snow, and the white of the hair seemed to be alive, full of snow, flowing slowly.

The long white hair, draped behind him, was pinned with a jasper hairpin, Rao was like this, but not even a single hair was messy.

The strange thing is that the two strands of hair hanging down on the chest are completely different from the white hair on the head, they are both black, and the black is translucent.

The candlelight was still a little dim, and it was impossible to see his face clearly, and from the white-haired figure, it seemed that the man in the blue robe who suddenly walked in was not too young.

Ning Wan's eyes were a little different when I looked at this person, I seemed to be a little angry, and a little helpless, and my voice was much louder: "What are you doing in a daze, don't you meet the real person in charge of the sect......"

When the white-headed figure heard this, he hurriedly bowed three times, and his voice was very soft, and he couldn't tell whether he was old or young: "Meet the real person ...... Zhangjiao"

Qi Nan Zhenren seemed to be very kind, and when he bowed down for the third time, just after the worship, he stretched out his hand to help him up, smiled, and his eyes were full of admiration: "Sure enough, talented, extraordinary!"

Ning Wan and I hurriedly said: "Senior brother, don't praise him, he himself is complacent, and he doesn't know how thick the sky is......"

Qi smiled and said: "People have proud capital, what about you, but it's just a useless old man......" After thinking about it, he added: "Aren't I also a useless old man?"

After joking, Qi Nan's eyes looked at the white-headed figure again and said, "When will you come back......

The white-headed figure behaved respectfully, but he was neither humble nor arrogant, and he saluted again: "Yesterday morning, ......"

Qi Qian nodded, turned his head and asked me: "It's only been a day since I came back, if I let him go down the mountain again, will you be reluctant to let him go?"

Ning Wan looked impatient, looked at the white-headed figure and said, "You hurry up and let him out of my sight, I want to be quiet!"

Qi Nan laughed, beckoned to the white-headed figure, and said, "You come here with your ears!"

The white-headed figure leaned forward with his ears attached, whispered a few words in his ear, and then said with a smile: "In this way, you will go down the mountain at noon tomorrow, and hunt down Lin Yizhi, who is afraid of crime and absconding!"

He deliberately accentuated his tone on top of the word pursuit, and this time, not only Ning Wan, but even the white-headed figure laughed heartily.

The white-headed figure had nothing to do with him here, so he gave a salute, slowly retreated, and disappeared into the rain and mist outside the door.

When the white-headed figure walked away, Ning Wan, who still had no intention of leaving, seemed to joke: "Old man, he is gone, you still don't want to go, don't you want to live in my long gate!"

Ning finished rolling my eyes, and said with a smile: "Senior brother in charge, you are too unkind, many people in the Changmen are not used, and you want to use me to sacrifice to the people of Worry Peak, even if it hurts me to come in the middle of the night, this belly is very hungry!"

As he spoke, his stomach really rumbled.

Qi Nan glanced at him, suddenly dragged something out of nowhere, shook it in front of his eyes and said, "I don't think you want to eat ......"

Ning Wan looked at it, it was a big deer leg, it seemed to be still hot, charred on the outside and tender on the inside, and the meat was fragrant.

Qi Nan threw the deer leg towards Ning Wan me, Ning Wan I just reached out to catch it steadily, and was about to open his mouth to bite, but Qi Nan waved his hand and said: "To you, I can't eat here, first, I am a disciple of Sanqing, and second, there are portraits of our master and ancestor here......"

Before he could finish speaking, he saw the lean old man holding the half of the deer's leg and running away without a trace.

Qi Nan looked at his back and couldn't help laughing.

When his figure disappeared completely, the smile came to an abrupt end.

Nagato was silent again.

Under the dim candle shadow, the real person slowly paced and walked to the eaves in front of the main hall of the long gate.

Look up at the sky.

Black clouds are surging, and the wind and rain are tight.

He lifted his somewhat old hand and took a drop of rain.

Icy to the bone.

A gust of wind blew the low clouds in mid-air, enveloping his whole person, and his figure and expression seemed dark and blurred......

Only the wind blew his dark colored robe, and the gossip pattern on the robe was eye-catching.

Qi Nan's hand seemed to move, and a small jade slip appeared in the palm of his hand, and there seemed to be two words on the jade slip.

He stood there for a long time, looking at the shimmering jade slip. Not a word.

Suddenly, he seemed to say to himself: "If it weren't for your family background, I haven't investigated it yet, where will it be easy for you to pass the test...... May you find yourself lost......"

With that, he threw the jade slip on the rain-soaked ground.

With a "snap-" sound, the jade slip was broken into several sections.

Without looking at it again, he walked into the Nagato Hall with his sleeves brushed up.

The broken jade slip was tinkling by countless raindrops, and the two words on the jade slip seemed to be vaguely visible, as if they were: Nalan two words......

............

Rainy nights, bleak winds, lonely shadows, clouds, wild grass.

Run, Run, Run! Run!

This was the only thought in Lin Yi's heart, and the only thing he knew to do.

Vast rainy nights, vast mountains.

Lin Yi ran wildly, he didn't know how far he had run out of the Sword Pavilion now.

Running all the way, he didn't dare to resist the sword, because this was still the realm of the Sorrow Mountain, and he felt that the Sorrow Sect had now cast a net to catch him back, so the sword was too conspicuous.

So, he had to keep running and running.

The mountain road was rugged, muddy, and the potholes were full of stagnant water, Lin Yizhi was soaked, and from time to time he would step into the stagnant water of the potholes, and the water would reach his knees and be cold to the bones.

But he couldn't control much, he was still running so desperately, sometimes staggering, almost falling, but he miraculously stubbornly straightened up his body again, and then continued to run wildly in this rainy night without delay.

Lin Yizhi didn't dare to take the big road, only picked some secluded paths, these paths were inaccessible, overgrown with wild grass, and the texture of the wild grass was quite hard and sharp, Lin Yizhi didn't know how many times he had been scratched by these hard wild grasses, and on his legs and ankles, blood flowed, and he was all washed clean by the rain in an instant.

Panting and exhausted, this Liwu Mountain is like a bottomless black hole, no matter how he runs, he can't see a smooth road ahead.

In a trance, Lin Yizhi seemed to have returned to the rainy night eight years ago, which was also the same bleak and gloomy, the same cold rain pouring, and the same Liwu Mountain. The same desolation and urgency, the same panic and bewilderment.

The annual rings of fate seem to be silently reversed, eight years ago, that child, in this rainy night away from the sorrowful mountain, tirelessly running, he knows, running into the sorrowful mountain, that is hope and rebirth.

And now, eighteen-year-old Lin Yizhi is still running like this, also fleeing from danger, and the danger he escaped this time is his former hope - Liwu Mountain.

Fate reversed, as if it were eternal.

He ran like this, and finally, the rain gradually stopped at some point. There was a hint of red glow in the east, and it seemed that a new day had arrived, and it should have been sunny after the rain.

The road under Lin Yizhi's feet has changed from rugged to flat, in the morning glow, a wide avenue leads straight into the distance, on both sides of the road is a dense bamboo forest, lush, the breeze blows, the bamboo leaves become a sea, surging endlessly.

Lin Yizhi knew that he should have walked out of Liwu Mountain, and the current scenery should be somewhere at the foot of Liwu Mountain that he had never seen before.

Slowly turning around, in Lin Yizhi's eyes, in the misty clouds and mist behind him, the mountains were undulating, the nine veins were towering, and there was silence.

I still have to be separated from it after all, he suddenly turned his head, towards the majestic and vast mountain of sorrow, slowly opened his arms, and closed his eyes slightly.

In the morning light and breeze, the young man hugged the mountain in front of him into his arms, which may be the last hug between him and the mountain......