Pei Jing walked forward.
Here the wind stops, the water is silent, and the chill that penetrates the soles of your feet spreads all over your body. Slowly, the soft and warm white light on the walls on both sides begins to dissipate, and the past scenes become illusions.
The lush green forests of Jingtian Temple, the 108 peaks towering above the sea of fog in the sky, and the decades of traveling around with swords and seeking the truth through picking flowers, have all disappeared into darkness.
Pei Jing stopped and felt a sense of desolation. He whispered, "Are you going to get serious? So now is the real test of the Heart Demon Room?"
The picture reappeared in front of him, and this time, every frame was filled with blood. Standing far away, he could directly feel the hatred that could destroy the world.
Still in the sky, a heavy snow covered the long steps, and the snow was mixed with spots of human blood, red and white, bright and cold.
Pei Jing frowned. He had no memory of such a scene.
Then he heard human voices coming closer and closer.
The branches were covered with ice and snow. Two Yunxiao disciples were walking across the suspension bridge with long swords on their waists. Their voices were blurred in the wind and snow.
"As long as Sect Leader Pei doesn't come out, Ji Wuyou will kill a hundred people. In half a month, Yunxiao has been in chaos, some died, some escaped, and there are probably not many people left. I think of my Yunxiao clan as a great and glorious one, but I didn't expect that it would fall to this point."
The other person was silent for a long time, and suddenly asked: "Why don't you leave?"
The predecessor smiled, and sighed: "Why leave? I have no father or mother. The former leader, Tianya Daoren, accepted me as a disciple when he was traveling. This is my home, where else can I go?" He asked again: "What about you, why don't you leave?"
"Me?" The other man stroked the sword in his hand and lowered his head and said, "You don't want to leave, I always feel that Yunxiao's fate will not end here."
The predecessor shook his head and said, "Senior Tianya died a violent death, and the Jingtian Academy lost contact overnight. Now Yunxiao's life and death probably depends on Senior Brother Pei. Elder Chen Xu said that he is in seclusion now, and no one knows when he will come out. Only after breaking through the Spiritual Transformation Stage can he have a chance to fight Ji Wuyou."
Speaking of Senior Brother Pei, both of them fell silent.
The wind and snow are slow and there is infinite silence.
After a long time, the monk on the right said, "Now everyone in the outside world says that he is a hypocrite, who tortured his master and murdered his disciples, and his mind is extremely vicious, but I think he is not such a person. I came to Yunxiao in the first place because of him."
"I am from the Fourteen States of Yunzhong. My family was killed by the demon leader of Wuwang Peak. At that time, the demons were rampant, and the nearby sects did not dare to intervene and turned a blind eye to this tragedy. Instead, he passed by and went up to Wuwang Peak, slaughtered all the ghosts, and saved tens of millions of people in Yunzhong City. He saved my life. When he went down the mountain, I watched from afar and wondered when I could become such a person." He looked up, the blue sky and fine snow fell into his eyes, gray and vast, and murmured: "How could such a person be as unbearable as the outside world said."
The man on the left paused, his voice as light as snow, and said, "Actually, I don't believe it either. This is another reason why I stayed. For many disciples of Yunxiao, Pei Yuzhi is not only a mountain that is difficult to surpass, but also a kind of faith. With him around, I believe that things can still turn around. He was once the best in the world, the leader of the Five Heroes, and he was very successful."
"Do you think he can save Yunxiao?"
"It should be possible, no, it definitely can."
At the end of the bridge, the welcoming bluestone has been silent for a thousand years, mournful and speechless.
Pei Jing was confused as he watched from the side: "What the hell is going on here?"
The misty wind and snow, the blurred conversations, were all reflected on the mirror table in the main hall of Tianqian Peak and fell into the eyes of the headmaster.
Then Pei Jing saw himself.
The young swordsman in the picture was him, but not him. His long robe dragged on the ground, his silver hair was like snow, and he bent over in agony in front of the mirror. His fingers trembled, unable to hold the sword. The moment Ling Chen's sword fell to the ground, the young man finally couldn't hold back any more and burst into tears.
The roar is silent and sorrowful.
"Do you think he can save Yunxiao?" "He should be able to, no, he definitely can."
The heavy snow and wind obscured the scene.
The next moment, it was the red-dressed girl Yan Ruhua, with firm and bright eyes: "Pei Yuzhi, now we can only rely on you to contact the masters in Jingtian Academy. Ji Wuyou clearly wants to destroy the entire Yunxiao family this time, and he is just using you as an excuse to deflect the blame. Let's try to stop him first and buy time for you."
Feng Jin frowned and scolded: "Where is your usual arrogant look? Don't you claim to be the best in the world? Why are you afraid of Ji Wuyou?"
Ji Wuduan glanced outside and said, "Alright, the mountain protection formation left by Taoist Yunxiao can't hold on any longer. Let's go out first."
Wusheng hesitated for a long time, walked back, and comforted him softly: "You don't have to blame yourself too much. All these things have nothing to do with you."
Seeing this, Miss Yu Qinglian rolled her eyes and said, "If you are so cowardly when faced with a problem, it will be embarrassing for us if we tell others about it."
Feng Jin was rarely kind-hearted and pushed her out: "Give him some time to recover."
Yu Qinglian stopped at the palace gate. The moment she turned back, her dress was as bright as the wind and fire, and her voice was clear, as bright as the first snow: "Last time in Yingzhou Island, you said I owed you a favor. Remember this, I have repaid it."
It was paid off. Redeemed with my life.
He finally contacted Jingtian Temple, and only a wandering soul without any consciousness told him.
The ladder to heaven broke down, and all the people in Jingtian Temple were killed by the Heavenly Dao, and no one survived.
No one survived.
There is no way back.
He walked out of the temple, and all he saw was a vast expanse of white snow.
The sky is cold and the peaks are clear, the world is empty and hazy. Under the snow lie piles of dead bones, close friends, teachers, and fellow students. A hundred years of hustle and bustle is like a dream.
He walked out of the mountain gate with his sword in hand, his footsteps deep and shallow, and his hair began to turn white from the bottom.
Before the suspension bridge, he suddenly stopped, stopped by an unknown force. He bent over, put his fingers on the bluestone, and a pale smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"Master, I am sorry to disappoint you."
He burst into tears.
"I can't protect Yunxiao."
The author has something to say: ... ... Damn, I almost cried because of the heartache.
Pei Pei, please come over and hug Ah Chu. The next chapter will be sweet.
I have an English test tomorrow... It's final exam week and I still have a cold. I believe you can forgive my shortness.