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Chapter 79: Returning home on a snowy night

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Time flies, and decades pass by in a flash.

Jiang Ziyou got his first sword in his life, which was given to him by Wen Shili, the Flying Eagle Flowing Cloud, and he liked it very much.

He threw away the twig he had used to practice swordsmanship for many years, hugged the beautifully crafted sword, and smiled like a fool.

It snowed particularly heavily that day.

“Master!”

Wen Shili walked to the gate of the mountain and Jiang Ziyu caught up with him from behind.

"Master, where are you going?"

Wen Shili said calmly: "The demons are invading, and this time they are coming with great force, as if they had planned it in advance. The four great sects have invited me to come out many times..."

Jiang Ziyou was shocked and interrupted him hastily: "Is this very dangerous?"

For a moment, neither of them spoke again.

When the bird flying over the mountain chirped for the third time, Wen Shili looked up at him and said, "Stay well on the mountain."

"Master, I want to go with you."

“No.”

Jiang Ziyou said anxiously: "Master, you always took me with you when you went down the mountain to fight demons in the past few years."

"This time is different." Wen Shili said, looked at Jiang Ziyu meaningfully, turned and left.

"Master, don't leave!"

"… "

"Master, please don't leave me alone on the mountain!"

"… "

“Master!!!”

Jiang Ziyu wanted to run and chase him, but how could he catch up

He fell into the snow with a plop, his knees and palms were rubbed raw, blood mixed with snow water was a shocking sight.

When he looked up again, Wen Shili was no longer on the mountain path.

Only in the mountains could we hear the echo of "Master, Master" sounding non-stop.

Jiang Ziyu lay in the snow for a long time before he stood up and slowly walked up the mountain.

He felt strange. He was so sad, but couldn't cry. He could only howl.

Jiang Ziyu didn't know that Wen Shili had actually stood there for a long time where he couldn't see him, watching him crawl out of the snow before he left.

Jiang Ziyou stopped practicing sword every day and just stood at the mountain gate and looked out.

Like a teacher-looking stone.

Snow began to fall on the mountain again. He wrapped himself in a coat, hugged his knees, and sat on the stone steps, watching the snow flying all over the mountain like pear blossoms.

Wen Shili had been gone for several months.

From time to time, there are people going up the mountain to cut trees, chatting while they cut trees.

"Hey, have you heard? There is a cultivator named Wen Shili in this immortal-demon war. He is really killing people indiscriminately. It seems that our human race has hope in this battle."

"Yes, yes. I also heard that his cultivation has already reached the Mahayana stage. Now everyone calls him the True Lord Qinghe."

"So powerful? I wonder what kind of cultivation method he is practicing?"

"Ruthless way."

"No wonder..."

Another day passed, and Jiang Ziyou sat in front of the mountain gate, waiting from sunrise to sunset, and finally waited for his return in the wind and snow.

He saw Wen Shili, covered in blood, with red eyes, walking up the mountain path with difficulty step by step.

"Master!" Jiang Ziyu hurriedly ran up to support him, but his pupils suddenly shrank.

Wen Shili coughed up some blood and fell straight into the snow.

Jiang Ziyu reached out his hand and found that Wen Shili's spirit image was already shattered.

For those who practice cultivation, their spiritual appearance will be shattered and their life span will come to an end.