Jiang Xi did not say a word. Xue Meng did not speak.
After a long time, Jiang Xi's face was gloomy, and she said bluntly with a very uncomfortable expression: "Since you have heard it all, I don't need to say it again."
"… "
"You go to settle the funeral, according to the rules of life and death." Jiang Xi turned his eyes away, and he didn't even want to look at Xue Meng again, "Your mother is so lonely for me. I will wait for you at the foot of the mountain."
Xue Meng moved, but it was just meaningless.
His whole body's blood seemed to be drained, and just two or three movements of the finger joints exhausted all his strength.
Xue Meng looked straight at the deep Danxin Temple. The blood on the carpet was no longer so clear against the flames, but Xue Zhengyi was still lying on the ground. When he wasn't smiling, his features looked a little old, with distinct wrinkles and gray hair on his temples.
On the other hand, Jiang Xi is only less than thirty years old, and she will always be in her prime.
Xue Meng took a few steps forward slowly, then stopped.
"You go."
Jiang Xi looked back and saw Xue Meng's lonely back.
Xue Meng said: "I don't recognize you, you are not my father."
After speaking, the backhand slammed the door of the hall. After a while, Jiang Xi heard Xue Meng's hoarse and mournful crying intermittently, which was heartbreaking.
"… "
Jiang Xi stood in the cold wind for a long time until her hands and feet were cold, and then slowly walked down the mountain.
At the foot of the mountain, all the monks were afraid of the phoenix fire, and most of them dispersed. There are still a few disciples left in the only snow palace, including Mei Hanxue.
Seeing Jiang Xi coming out, following the etiquette, these Snow-Taking Palace juniors bowed to him with their eyes closed, and said in a low voice, "Sect Master Jiang."
Jiang Xi felt that the muscles on his face were very stiff, he pursed his lips, his brown pupils turned, and fell on Mei Hanxue, who was headed: "Aren't you going yet?"
Mei Hanxue is gentle and cool: "Wait for an old friend."
Jiang Xi understood who he was referring to and said, "He won't be able to get down for a while."
Mei Hanxue said: "I'll wait for a while, and I'll wait for three or four days. There's nothing left or right, so I'll leave it here." He paused and continued, "In addition, the head of Jiang. , let me bring it to you."
Full of manic depression and unable to vent, Jiang Xi suppressed and asked, "What?"
Mei Hanxue made a salute: "The palace lord is determined to no longer blindly follow the descendant of the gods, Tianyin Pavilion, nor to coordinate with the various gates of the upper cultivator world. Jiang Zhangmen is the head of all the immortal gates, and from now on, he plans to act by voting. You don't have to think about me stepping into the Snow Palace anymore."
Jiang Xi was silent for a while, but there was no expression on his face: "Are you going to be independent from the immortals?"
"It's scary to be alone." Mei Hanxue's eyes were still full of spring waves, with a smile, but her expression was a little cold, "However, blind obedience and so-called belief in gods are the most undesirable things."
Jiang Xi stared at him.
He felt angry, stuffy, and cold for no reason.
In the past, when he saw Nangong Liu sitting in this position, he only thought that many of Nangong Liu's decisions were ridiculous. But when he really came this far, he realized that many things were beyond his control.
Is it his original intention to dispose of ink burning
Blindly listening to Tianyin Pavilion, is he sincere
This time, he tried to dissuade him from the crusade against the top of the dead, but all the sects refuted, he is the head of the immortals, what can he do in the end? In the past, he could lead Gu Yueye to stay out of the way and have his own attitude. But when he stepped up to the throne, when Gu Yueye became the largest faction in the world, he found that he had nowhere to go back to the world.
He will eventually become the next Nangong Liu.
Jiang Xi closed his eyes and walked away without saying a word. Mei Hanxue knew that the book was due, so she made another salute behind him, and said lightly: "I respectfully send the head of Jiang, and see you again in Jianghu."
He didn't respond, and walked into the distance without looking back, dressed in Tsing Yi embroidered with dark patterns of gold threads.
In the past, he ascended the throne in Lingshan, replacing Nangong Liu's glory yesterday, and the audience was full of applause and jubilation. At that time, he thought that he would be different from his predecessor, that he could change the sun, moon, heaven and earth by himself. At that time he had ambition, blood and ambition.
But now he understood.
It turned out that the applause that day was not to welcome a majestic fairy head. It is a funeral for a free spirit.
Since then, the rivers and lakes are far away, the world is vast, it is easy to meet Jiang Zunzhu, and it is difficult to find Jiang Xi.
After Xue Meng buried his parents, he never left the peak of life and death. Later, the fire went out, Mei Hanxue was ordered to go up the mountain to find him, and finally found the unconscious Xue Meng in the Shuangtian Temple and brought him back to the Kunlun Temple of Snow.
At the same time, the master of the Snow Palace announced to the world that from then on, the sects decided that there was no need to ward Kunlun, and Kunlun was no longer willing to be bound by the laws of the realm of self-cultivation. That's it, cut in two.
Later, Jiang Xi summoned everyone to Lingshan to discuss recent major events. At the meeting, Jiang Xi suggested that major and important cases should be decided by three trials, namely "trial in court", "trial by all immortals" and "trial by common people", and should not listen to the words of the family.
Although he hadn't yet specified which family "Family's Word" was referring to, everyone already knew that he was dissatisfied with the status of Tianyin Pavilion. Therefore, Jiang Xi's move was strongly refuted—
"The Tianyin Pavilion was created by the gods, and the main trial of the wooden pavilion used the divine weapons left by the scale gods. Nothing can be more fair than the gods."
"Jiang Sect is so willful and reckless, he is afraid of being punished by God."
There are even some conservatives who believe in Tianyin Pavilion and regard Mu Yanli's words and deeds as a dogma.
"Tianyin Pavilion is the glory of the cultivation world for thousands of years, and they have cleared many wrongful sins. It is precisely because of the Tianyin Pavilion in the entire cultivation world that many people hesitate before committing crimes. Jiang Sect Master, are you going to extinguish this holy fire in the cultivation world?"
Jiang Xi Senran said: "According to everyone's opinion, Tianyin Pavilion is actually a place where no mistakes can be made?"
"Tianyin Pavilion has been around for thousands of years and was created by gods. Naturally, there is nothing wrong with it."
"We cultivate immortals so that they can be disintegrated and ascended after death. If the head of Jiang thinks that the gods in the sky will also be at fault, where is the belief in cultivation?"
There are too many people with conservative opinions, and they are all excited and vying to defend Tianyin Pavilion, which was left by Shen Shen. In the end, Jiang Xi's face was ashen, but he was powerless to fight against it.
It's finally over.
But paper cannot contain fire, and the truth will eventually emerge. After the peak of life and death dispersed, the chaos not only did not slow down, but intensified, and three days later, a great riot began in the middle of Shu.
The first one who couldn't hold back was the town of impermanence. A group of commoners dressed in linen and filial piety went to the Tianyin Pavilion in the Upper Xiujie to insult and protest.
"When did the top of the dead accept virgins?"
"Where did Tianyin Pavilion find the beast! He actually refers to the top of the dead as a thief! Can your conscience be at ease?!"
"Cultivating immortals, cultivating immortals with your eyes closed! Impermanence Town is at the foot of the mountain. Why didn't you dare to come down to the mountain when you asked for guilt? The heartless traitors you recruited, the lackeys who retaliate for revenge, are nothing more than to give Find a reason for your own brutality and ugliness! A group of murderers!"
"Please make Sect Master Chen Xue innocent!!"
The old people of Shangxiu who were rescued from the Linyi calamity before had tears in their eyes, full of anger, and roared: "Planned and framed, with ulterior motives, you are not humans at all, you are evil animals! You are ghosts!!"
A cultivator couldn't stand it any longer, and he held his sword and said angrily: "Have you said enough? Tianyin Pavilion was established by the gods, and it is full of foul language, so you are not afraid of going to hell after death?"
Everyone was silent for a while, and suddenly there was a storyteller holding a paper fan and sneering at the Tianyin Pavilion door plaque: "Go to hell? ... Then listen to all the immortals-" He cleared his throat and said in a cadence, "Tianyin Pavilion, it's not as good as pigsty!"
Everyone laughed and applauded.
Young Master You sighed, "Sir, this is the most exciting passage you've heard for more than ten years of storytelling."
"Not bad! Tianyin Pavilion is not as good as pigsty!!"
One after another, the shouting sounded, and the cultivator's face was like a pig's liver.
Since these people are people without spiritual power, Tianyin Pavilion doesn't take them seriously at all, and let them make noise. But I didn't expect that more and more people came from all over the world. On the second day, the disciples in the pavilion finally couldn't help but play Mu Yanli—
"Pavilion Master, the square is full of people who come to speak for the death and life. Look, should you go out and say something?"
Mu Yanli looked indifferent: "There is no need to explain to them, this kind of person will feel bored and leave after shouting twice."
"But now..." The disciple murmured, "There are more than a thousand people blocking the door..."
Mu Yanli was slightly startled: "Thousands of people?"
She got up from Pingting on the red rosewood couch, stepped on the thick animal skin carpet, and came to the window.
With his eyes down, he looked out from the window of Luohuaxuan, and the square at the main entrance of Tianyin Pavilion was all white. The common people, clothed in sackcloth and filial piety, gathered here. Some were yelling, while others were sitting on the ground, stubbornly looking to take root here.
A wrinkle formed between Mu Yanli's eyebrows.
The direct disciple said cautiously by the side: "It's been two days, not a single person is missing, but more and more people. People from the large and small towns and villages in the middle of Shu have started to come to Tianyin Pavilion. If this continues, we will find People who do perjury may really not be able to hold back, and they will be exposed."
Mu Yanli: "… "
"Pavilion Master, what should I do?"
Mu Yanli pursed his lips, and before answering, he heard a warm and jade-like voice behind him: "If you can't hold it, don't hold it."
The bead curtain was long, and the teacher walked into the warm pavilion. When the disciple saw him, he bowed his head and saluted: "Senior Saint."
Mu Yanli frowned and said, "Why are you here? Aren't you guarding at the side of Ting Xianjun?"
"The spiritual core fragments have all melted into his heart. But he won't wake up for a while." The teacher walked to the window and glanced down, "It seems that there are a lot of people, they It's so relaxing."
Mu Yanli looked slightly worried: "What time is it, you are still talking nonsense. Now it is all supported by the reputation of Tianyin Pavilion so that the situation does not get out of control, but I don't know how long it will last. There are many fools among those monks. But there are also some who are not stupid. If this group of people continues to make trouble, I am afraid that the situation will change dramatically before Immortal Treading is awake."
The teacher smiled: "Sister Mu, don't worry. No matter how big the change is, Tianyin Pavilion is stable."
"How to say?"
"Cultivation of immortals, in the end, I want to fly to immortals. It will not offend the descendants of the gods on the ground." The teacher said, "Actually, there is no guilt at the top of life and death, don't those monks not clear in their hearts? Is it perjury? Don't you understand? ?"
"… "
"At that time, they chose to believe because they were afraid of conspiracy at the top of life and death, and they were afraid of the smoldering Zhenlong Bureau. It was they who wanted to eradicate this sect, so they were willing to believe the testimony of dozens of people." The finger of the teacher He stroked the window lattice and said lightly, "They have a clear mind."
The direct disciple next to him said: "But, it's not a solution for these people to shout here, and there is always an explanation."
"That's why I just said it. If you can't handle it, don't stop it."
Mu Yanli asked, "What do you mean?"
"Come on, drive them away."
Mu Yan said: "... Tianyin Pavilion can't help but speak out, and it won't drive people away without any reason. If you do this, you will probably attract criticism."
The teacher said lightly: "I just made it clear? Tianyin Pavilion is right or wrong, in fact, they are all very clear. But they will not rise up for a while. And when they turn around and grind. -Our Treading Immortal Lord has already woken up. Do you know what this means?"
"..." Mu Yanli seemed to want to say something, but felt a little contradictory, and finally closed his eyes and turned to his disciple, "Go and disperse them."
The most loyal disciple left, and only Mu Yanli and Shi Mingjing were left in the Nuan Pavilion.
The two of them stood by the window, watching the situation below.
The disciples of Tianyin Pavilion filed out, their white-gold clothes gleaming in the sunlight. When the people in white sacks saw them come out, they thought that they finally had an argument and got up one after another. Surrounded by the group of disciples.
Because of the distance, Shi Mei and Mu Yanli couldn't hear what they said, but the anger was visible to the naked eye.
Suddenly, for some unknown reason, a commoner rushed up to grab the Tianyin Pavilion disciple, raised his hand and slapped him loudly—
Riot scene!
Mu Yanli's eyes widened suddenly, the crowd was surging below, you pushed me to squeeze, and the dozen or so Tianyin disciples were surrounded by fists and feet.
Is this still great? Rao Shimu Yanli calmed down again, seeing his disciples being publicly abused and beaten, he couldn't do anything. She was about to open the window so that the disciples could use magic to protect themselves, but her hand was caught.
The teacher said: "Let them fight."
Mu Yanli said: "Tianyin Pavilion has rules. If there is no order, the monks can't hit back at the people. If I don't make a sound, my fists and feet are ruthless, I am afraid they will worry about their lives."
The teacher said calmly: "Then die one."
Mu Yanli: "!"
Anger can make people lose their minds, especially when a group of people get together to beat a few people, the attack is not so important.
Soon, Mu Yanli saw the crowd froze.
They slowly spread out in a small circle, and inside the circle was a new disciple of Tianyin Pavilion, and Mu Yanli didn't even remember the name of this person. The disciple lay on the ground, and gradually a pool of blood stained under him.
The teacher let go of Mu Yanli's hand and said: "Okay, now there is a reason to crush these ants to death. Let's do it."
The hard part of violent repression is to find an excuse.
Violence and repression are easy things to do as long as an excuse is found.
The door of Tianyin Pavilion opened, and soon a large number of disciples came out, each of them wearing thorns and fighting sharply, rushing towards the group of people who had no spiritual power—
The crowd scrambled in an instant.
They drove away first, then stabbed with their swords. Screams, scolding, and reprimands were intertwined. People dodged, shouted, and frowned, only to flee when no one turned around.
"If Ruo'er waits for another entanglement, don't blame Tianyin Pavilion for being ruthless!"
"When did Tianyin Pavilion have love?" A trembling voice suddenly sounded in the crowd. It was the mayor of Yuliang Village. "The old man wants justice today. Even if he died here, he would have no regrets."
The girl Ling'er in the village was even more sad and angry, and stood with the seven aunts and eight aunts in the village, and she did not retreat: "If you want to kill or cut, come here, auntie today will see if you have the ability to kill all the people in Shu. Chinese people, block your mouth!"
The Tianyin elite, who was headed by them, gritted their teeth and said, "A group of ruthless people, lining up to seek death." Seeing the group attack, the magic spell flashed.
Suddenly, with a "whoosh" sound, the feather arrow pierced the ground, bursting with golden light! Immediately afterwards, the bright yellow enchantment flew into the air, blocking the two sides with a bang.
Tianyin elite shouted angrily: "Who?!"
A white light flashed in the sky, and in the blink of an eye, the bow pierced through the clouds, and the wolf howled through the sky! In this astonishingly powerful spiritual power, a virtuous and beautiful monk jumped down, holding a bow and standing coldly in front of the people in the middle of Shu, surrounded by wind and smoke. And behind her, a wolf demon with two adult men's height stood in front of the wind. It had snow hair and golden claws, its eyes were red, it was baring its teeth, and it let out a sigh of relief.
The teacher narrowed his eyes upstairs: "Ye forgets the past..."
Ye Wangxi raised his hand, closed the bow neatly, and summoned the long sword in the other hand, standing alone in the wind, his eyes tough and hard.
"It's you again?!" Someone from Tianyin Pavilion recognized her and glared at her, "You remnant of the Confucianism."
Ye Wangxi didn't say a word, a pair of long legs took a step forward.
"Last time I saw that you insisted on giving Mo Ran water to drink, and you knew that you were wrong!" The Tianyin Pavilion elite said, "You really are in the same group as Mo Ran! They are all culprits!"
The long sword is unsheathed, like a stream of water.
Ye Wangxi narrowed his eyes and said, "You know who the culprit is. However, there is one sentence that you all said rightly."
She paused, then spoke again:
"Ye, is indeed the one who is on the side of Master Mo."
The Tianyin elite who headed it sneered: "Ye Wangxi, you are a female, do you want to fight with us alone?"
Ye Wangxi was obviously very indignant about the death and life, her eyes flashed like flames, she threw the sword in front of her, and the fierce Lingliu stabbed the long blade that was not Shenwu straight. Entering the slate, a horrifyingly long crack opened on the ground!
She gritted her teeth and said, "I have endured you for a long time. Don't talk about the word "girly girl" all day long!"
"… "
When the cultivators saw Ye Wangxi before, she basically had an attitude of forbearance and concessions.
It was the first time they saw her furious.
"Listen to me." Every inch of Ye Wangxi's vigorous body was extremely tight, like a cheetah, she stared at the men without giving up, "In the past, the top of life and death never treated me like a Confucianism. Falling into a well will protect the people of Linyi in the sea of fire - although the peak of life and death is no longer here, Ye will not let you hurt the survivors of Shu in the slightest!"
No one in Tianyin Pavilion has ever fought Ye Wangxi head-on, so she doesn't know her strength, only thinks that she is just a crying girl beside her young son. Therefore, someone couldn't help sneering: "Little girl film, do you know what you are talking about?... You alone want to protect a group of fluffed quails behind you? You are so loud. Where did you come from? Can you be patient?"
"Then open your eyes to me and see if I have the ability!"
Throwing the sheath aside, the blade of the sword is like frost.
Ye Wangxi stopped talking nonsense with them, snapped his fingers, jumped with long legs, and stepped onto the demon wolf as light as a swallow. Immediately afterwards, she raised her hand and pulled out the sword stuck on the ground, slaughtering the group of Tianyinge cultivators who were either contemptuous or contemptuous.
In the warm pavilion, the teacher looked at the lively chaos below, the water lips opened and closed, and sneered: "Hum, I thought I would never see the goddess of war in the previous life again. Unexpectedly, in the end, she was still forced. on this road."
"Mars?"
The teacher did not answer, but looked at Ye Wangxi with a little pity, and looked at Ye Wangxi with a little sarcasm: "Sister, look. In this life, people may go around a lot. But in the end, the ending is the same. She No matter who you were in your previous life, you are destined to be unable to escape in this life."
The blood spurted, the flames collided, and the killing sound shook the sky in an instant. She actually appeared alone in countless swords, lights, swords, and shadows, and the enchantment behind her blocked all the people who didn't know the magic.
This woman was dressed in black, with a thin waist and long legs - when she was holding a sword, she was Ye Wangxi.
But Nao Baibai matched her perfectly, and the quiver embroidered by Madam Rong dangled around her waist.
The moment she held the bow, she was Nangong Si again.
In this life, she has experienced more than in the previous life. She has been helpless, confused, and even has such a short cloud and mist, and her children are long in love.
On the evening when Nangong Si gave her the jade pendant, Yunxia on the bridge was just right. She thought that she could relax her tense chivalrous bones and finally be the gentle girl who cried and laughed wantonly.
But Nangong Si died.
There was no warning about his death. Before he left, he even said to Ye Wangxi, who left behind to kill the enemy, "I know you are afraid of the dark, so you will come back soon."
But he never came back.
Therefore, Ye Wangxi, just like the previous life, lost her weakness and her armor. She slowly digested and digested the only remaining tender feelings, and she slowly accepted the lonely self. In her heart, she silently organized two funerals for herself—
Elder Xu died and took away the little leaves. She buried her and her adoptive father's Taoli Chunfeng with her own hands.
Nangong Si died and took away Miss Ye. She personally extinguished the ten-year lamp of the rivers and lakes night rain between her and Ah Si.
God of War sealed the tombs of girls and women.
She turned around and single-handedly came to Tianyin Pavilion, facing the cultivators.
The teacher looked at the fierce battle below and said to Mu Yanli: "Transfer all the high-level disciples of Tianyin Pavilion to go down to fight. This woman can't stay."
Mu Yanli was slightly surprised: "All high-level disciples? She, she's just a girl..."
The teacher looked sideways and smiled: "This girl has suffered so much in her last life. If you underestimate her, you will learn how hard her bones are in the future."
The valve opened, and the high-level Tianyin disciples rushed out. Ye Wangxi maintained the enchantment and fought fiercely with everyone.
She was still wearing the Qinghe hairband of the Confucianism Sect, dodging in and out of the room, and the hairband fluttered wildly. Mu Yan left the death order, so those Tianyin disciples attacked her every step of the way. It was impossible for one person to attack the group, but Ye Wangxi still gritted his teeth and never retreated. With Nao Baijin's bravery, he was not at a disadvantage for a while. .
"Add more people." The teacher was like watching the fish by the pond, looking at the situation below, faintly, "In short, she came to the door today, and she can't let her live back-"
"Anan, look over there!"
Suddenly, Mu Yanli interrupted the teacher's words, and following her gaze, the teacher saw a layer of blue-silver smoke in the sky far away.
It was the elders at the top of life and death who led their disciples to arrive!
Those battle strengths that survived because of Madam Wang's protection, still wearing the armor of death and life, stepping on the silver sword, covering from the depths of the cloud curtain, the majestic unfolding, headed by the greedy wolf. With Xuanji, they are the wind, and their robes are flying.
The more than a thousand disciples behind them all glared angrily, their armor shining in the sky!
Elder Xuanji said loudly: "Is the so-called heir of the gods in Tianyin Pavilion just like this to bully the less?"
The greedy wolf has a gloomy and violent temperament, with a pair of brown eyes staring down at the bottom. He doesn't come here so much. The five words are concise and clear, and his anger is clearly visible: "Go to hell you guys!!!"
"..." In the face of the stormy and rushing soldiers, the teacher's face was slightly gloomy, and the curvature of the corners of his lips did not know whether to laugh or ridicule.
"It's really a bad fate. In every battle, we must first decide the winner and loser with the people at the top of the dead." He said this while looking at the crowd.
There is no figure of Chu Wanning in the crowd... After robbing the Tianyin Law Field, where did Chu Wanning and Mo Ran go? That ink burning has been dug out so many times, and the decision is impossible to live, so what about Chu nightning
Is it to stay beside the new tomb of the ink burning, or simply die with the ink burning like the previous life.
No matter what kind of possibility makes him irritable, there is a kind of unease in the teacher's heart. He turned around and walked towards the back room.
Mu Yanli said, "Where are you going?"
"Go and see the situation on the side of the fairy." Shi Mei paused, "think of a way to let him wake up earlier. When he wakes up, the door of life and death in time and space can be opened again - no one can stop us. already."
The slender fingers stroked the runes of Tianyin Pavilion, and the secret room burst open. The teacher stepped down the long steps, along the aisle engraved with the exquisite ancient spells, through the three door card enchantments, and came to the deepest part of the stone room.
The ground was covered with ice, the mist filled the air, and a piece of jade was inlaid on the blue-gray vault, which was flowing with holy light. Below this piece of jade, there is a crystal coffin with an air-conditioned side. The teacher stopped in front of the coffin, lowered his head, and looked at the man lying in the clothes inside.
"Treading Immortal Emperor Jun Mo Weiyu..." He said solemnly, his eyes fell on the light array on the man's chest, "You have been sleeping for a long time, should you get up too?"
His words obviously did not have any effect, Ta Xianjun still closed his eyes and his lips were bloodless.
"Lingliu is so chaotic." The teacher put his hand on the forehead of Xianjun, and after careful perception, he stared at the handsome and erect face thoughtfully, "Are you having a nightmare?"
The drowsy person will naturally not answer him.
The teacher stroked the broken hair on his forehead, and his expression was very gentle, as if he was looking at an immortal weapon that was about to be cast, he said slowly: "Although what you took is your own spiritual core, but the spiritual core is this. This kind of thing is closely related to the heart, and it will make you feel uncomfortable when it is integrated."
His voice was bewitching, casting a spell to hypnotize the will.
"Tao Xianjun, don't believe anything you dream, it's all fake.... Come on, wake up. Wake up, you can get everything."
He lowered his body, almost touching his ear, extremely soft and seductive.
"Whether Shi Mingjing, Chu Wanning, or even your mother, will come back."
"Wake up quickly." He murmured to the emperor in the dream, "I'll wait for you."