Xie Junhe came out of the front hall and bumped into Yan Hong.

"Pipa?" A pair of phoenix eyes were slightly flattering, looking forward to life. The strong laughter reflected the fiery colors around her.

"Yes, Pipa. Xie Junhe blushed half of his face in embarrassment. A big man with a sword hanging on his waist and a pipa in his hand dangling around, which should be regarded as a scenery of Bilian Island.

Yan Hong glanced up and down at the slightly quaint pipa a few times, and then raised her eyebrows at Xie Junhe and said, "Send me?"

Xie Junhe sneered: "Why?"

"I've got a crush on it, old lady. ”

Xie Junhe did not admit defeat: "What if I say no?" "How can Su Su's pipa be easily given to others?

"Do you still want to drink the wine of the Ning Xiang Pavilion?" Yan Hong crossed her arms and gave him a blank look.

Jun He turned to one side and let her go, and walked forward: "He can say everything, this thing must not be given." ”

Yan Hong smiled coldly: "You can't bear it, let such a good piano sound no one appreciate it from now on? Don't tell me, you will still fiddle with this pipa." As soon as the words fell, she was already walking into the distance.

Jun He looked back in surprise: "Could it be that you can fiddle?"

"The things that others love, they must not take away, they must not take them. Yan Hong turned around gorgeously, turned her head with smart eyes, and looked proud with the attitude of a victor, "Why are you so wronged, asking you for a pipa, like a woman who has taken away you!"

Jun He lowered his head and stared at the dust on the pipa for many years, and thought for a long time before he said to himself: "Although you may not be a bosom friend, it is better than following me to the end of the world." He held the pipa and solemnly handed it to Yan Hong, "You treat it well, if I go to the Ning Xiang Pavilion one day, I may listen to your pipa." ”

As soon as Yan Hong took it, he turned to leave.

"Hey!" she called to him with her lute in her arms, "I will keep a seat for you, and I will not charge you for your drink." ”

He smiled lowly: "Anyway, most of the wine money is not from me...... no longer hesitates, and walks forward, the black robe dances in the cold wind.

In less than half a month, Bilianzhou has come out of the pain.

Yesterday's desolation belongs to yesterday, and there are always countless major events in the future rivers and lakes.

A snowfall prematurely falls in early winter, splashing the ground and dyeing the whole world white. The conjuring flags are scattered all over the place, blending with the falling snow, and there are even white battle flags hunting, dancing wildly in the howling wind. Chu Tao asked the brothers who died in this battle to be buried and held a grand ceremony. but there is no mourning. The earth-shaking drums rumbled and trembled, and the whining trumpets were the sorrows of heroes.

In front of the cemetery of the ancestors of the Chu family, all the swordsmen stood solemnly in the cold chill.

On the high platform, Chu Tao, who was dressed in plain clothes, was wearing a white fox fur, his eyebrows were like sword carvings, and his eyes were as cold as stars. The soft light and grace of the eyebrows under his eyes were suppressed, and his extraordinarily pale face stretched out the edges and lines like a war knife. Without saying a word, he watched as the coffins were carried into the pit by the porters.

The audience was speechlessly low. The sound of cold shovels shoveling soil came and went, freezing into a silent hustle and bustle. The snow fell all over their bodies, and the swordsmen had to be white and plain in their clothes. Everyone's chest was boiling with boiling blood, how could they bear to see the white-clothed holy envoy causing trouble to the world?

It's not just the Feather Sword Sect, all factions are leading people to attend. Seeing these familiar faces, Xie Junhe knew that he repeatedly begged Chu Tao for help a while ago but did not come, except for contacting the rangers and planning the next step to clean up the Beacon Ridge, I am afraid that too much time has been spent on these old men who are not moving-this group of guys can gather at the same time, about half of it is Chu Tao's face, and half of it is the attraction of Tiechen Jue.

The Qin family's Tianyi Sword Sect is headed by Qin Shi, and there are also Mr. Zhang Xun and Li Luo of the Blood Ghost Hall; the Qi family's Lichen Sword Sect is led by Qi Heng and Leng Fengyi, and Qi Tianqiao, Cheng Yunhe, and Shen Yanfei help them; Zhao Haijun, the Snow Hunter King, always stays out of the way, and at this moment, Chu Tao invites him, and it is rare to show up; there are also protégés of Jiang Ye on the south bank, and the leaders of the 36 sects. The warriors they brought with them were anchored in the docks along the river. So that on the long river, the buildings and boats are connected, and the iron rope stops the river. The small Bilian Continent, the land of projectiles, was hoarded by heroes for a while.

However, the arrogant and ambitious figures, in front of the cold tomb and continuous scene, no one can speak. Because the dead are respected, and because the mysterious white in the Beacon Ridge has become synonymous with terror, everyone is in danger. The black clouds rolled, and a terrifying oath floated on the mysterious opposite shore: wipe the blindness of the sky, and blood will pay for it with blood. One wave overshadowed another, and one wave overshadowed another. overwhelmed the power of the wind and the sound of the waves, making people suspect that Jiang Shaoyunguo had the ability to call the wind and rain.

Close the coffin, cover the soil, and erect a monument. The frosty bluestone blocks are erected, pointing to the sky, and the names of the deceased are engraved, and the titles are simple or complex, all of which are vigorous and powerful.

Chu Tao untied his handguard, the blade broke through his palm, let the blood drip down, melted into a cup of blood wine, slowly overturned from the wine lord, and sprinkled to the front of the stairs. "Blood is an alliance, wine is a sacrifice, may the heroic spirit laugh in Jiuquan for a long time!" his voice pierced through the sky.

The leaders of each way received a knight in the wine plate, and also sacrificed wine with Chu Tao's blood.

Qin Shi took the stage and said to the heroes: "Literature carries the Tao, martial arts stop fighting, and in the rivers and lakes, we must not forget the root of martial arts, which was originally to strengthen the body, eliminate violence, and clean the world! However, for hundreds of years, grievances and disputes, fighting each other and killing each other, the long river has become a barrier. The Qin and Qi families owe a lot to the south bank, and the south bank also has a lot of misunderstandings on the north bank, which is really regrettable for how many heroes have lost their lives in vain. Qin Mousu didn't want to see this senseless dispute, so he negotiated with the head of Chu, and took advantage of Jiang Shaoyun's revenge to re-establish the Changhe Alliance!

The shouts in all directions: "Fight with one heart, but seek peace!" From the leaders to the rangers, they wandered towards the entire Bilian Continent. The momentum is overwhelming. For a time, it overshadowed the scattered falling snow and the turbid waves of the long river that flew away. A majestic force gathers on the long river.

Chu Tao said slowly: "Jiang Shaoyun's evil deeds are hard to write. Tianyue Gate is a tiger fighter, causing the lives to be ruined, and the heroes are broken. Perverse acts, the world will be punished! Today, with heaven and earth as a mirror, and all heroes as evidence, they have formed an alliance in Bilian Continent, cut down no way, seek injustice, and return the martial arts to a clear level! Those who violate this oath should use this sword to cut them down the steps!

Three or two snowflakes fell silently, condensed on the edge of the sword, shining with silver light.

Several of the leading figures in the front row couldn't help but feel a chill on their faces.