The nightmare of the cultivation world has become more and more insane in the past few days. The Zhenlong chess game spreads like a plague in the world. The people behind the scenes are like lunatics, and they are not picky about the identity of the host at all. Whether it is an elderly person or a yellow-mouthed child, they are all kept in the tent.
With such a wide net, no one can guess what he wants to do.
Someone sadly asked Tianyin Pavilion for help, but Tianyin Pavilion owner suddenly said that he was not sick, even if someone fled and died of starvation in front of the pavilion, the door would not open. Gradually, these people finally came to the realization with great reluctance—perhaps they were wrong from the beginning.
But it was too late. Mo Zongshi died, Chu nightning's whereabouts were unknown, the peak of life and death collapsed, and the major sects were overwhelmed. The astonishing speed permeated the entire cultivation world.
Jiangdu, Yangzhou, Shuzhong, Leizhou... Carved beams and painted buildings, buildings and boats snowed in the night, all uttered a dull sigh in the scorching scorching flames, the walls collapsed, and many human winds and moons were solemnly swept away in this robbery fire.
On the star-gazing platform of Tianyin Pavilion, the teacher looked at the chaos of the distant mountains and waters. He stood alone for a while, and there were faint footsteps behind him.
The woman's silk shoes stepped on the thin snow, covered with a pair of hands, and Mu Yanli put on his cold clothes for him.
"What about Stepping Xianjun?"
"He left this morning."
"...You already sent him to do that?" Mu Yanli was slightly surprised, "Why so fast?"
"There's nothing to wait, all the preparations that need to be done have been made, and now everything is ready, only Dongfeng. It's up to him."
After the teacher said this sentence, it took a while before he spoke again, and there was a trembling in his calm voice.
"Sister." He whispered to Mu Yanli, "After so many years, two lifetimes, I finally did it..."
Mu Yanli turned his face to the side, and saw his peach blossom eyes flashing with moisture, he seemed extremely excited, and at the same time, he seemed extremely aggrieved.
The teacher closed his eyes and couldn't help shaking slightly: "Let's go."
He said in a low voice: "The door of life and death in time and space is about to open. We will bring all the finished pieces and send them there."
"All the pieces?"
"all."
"But so many people..." Mu Yanli's face was a little pale, but she saw the teacher's expression of pain and excitement, she still said firmly, "...Okay. I know."
She turned around and left, and when she was about to step down the edge of the star-gazing platform, the teacher suddenly stopped her.
"and many more!"
She turned back and saw that under the dim sky, Shi Mei was leaning on his side, and the wind was blowing his cloak. He looked at Mu Yanli and seemed to want to say something, but his eyes were red, but he never said it.
Mu Yanli just stared at him for a while, and then Mu Yanli said: "Don't worry, even if it is cruel, I will not betray you."
The teacher closed his eyes abruptly, and people always seem to be so sensitive and fragile in critical moments.
His voice trembled slightly: "I have betrayed myself in this life..."
"He didn't betray you." Mu Yan left the road, "he betrayed the entire Sphenoid Clan, betrayed all of us. His hands are not stained with the blood of monks - but he has sent us to hell since then. ."
"… "
"I understand your helplessness." Mu Yanli said to Shi Mingjing, "Anan, no matter what people in this world say about you. In the sphenoid beauty family, you are a well-deserved hero."
She left.
The teacher watched her back gradually walk away, and then turned around. The hand with distinct joints rested on the carved jade, and the cold touch spread to the heart.
"Hero?" The teacher looked up, looked at the gloomy clouds in the air, and sighed for a while, "Heroes can't be done, no hero has shouldered the debt of so many lives."
There seemed to be a moment of disappointment in his eyes, and then it condensed into ice.
"I, Hua Binan, have spent my whole life fighting with the sky and the earth. I don't believe that the way of heaven cannot be changed - now the gate of life and death in time and space, the chess game of Zhenlong, these forbidden techniques are all in my hands, I would like to see, in this world Who else can stop me."
The knuckles are kneaded into jade.
"Forget the hero. I just want a way out."
Three words, scattered into the wind.
"for us."
On the vast Kunlun Snow Field, a black figure swept across.
The gust of wind and snow slashed his cheeks like a knife, but he squinted his eyes so black that he couldn't seem to feel the chill.
He soars like a vulture on a cliff. Leaping onto the Biwa Feizhu, the steps are light and the skills are quick. There are so many patrolling masters in Kunlun's Snow Palace, but no one noticed his arrival. There was not even a trace of the snow he walked on.
Soon the man swept to the top of the Snow Stepping Palace. From here, you could see the Tianchi in the snow, hazy and quiet, and the mist filled the air.
The black lightning-like figure stopped.
The man stood on the top of Kunlun, standing upright like a bayonet, with black eyes looking at the Tianchi Lake. The wind picked up in a hurry and blew off his cloak, revealing a pale and bloodless handsome face.
It is the Emperor Treading Immortal.
After experiencing the second tempering of the teacher, he has the spiritual core of Mo Zongshi and regained the power as before. And no longer disobey the "master"'s orders.
He finally became a killing blade that satisfied Shi Mingjing, as well as a source of spiritual power.
However, since Tianyin Pavilion woke up, there will always be some scattered fragments in Ta Xianjun's mind - before he always thought that he hated Chu Wanning, he loved the teacher Mingjing, and his joys, anger and hatred were all related to this. Two people are related.
But he felt vaguely wrong.
Recently, he often hears a vague voice and sees some vague sights.
He saw that Chu Wanning was wrapping his hands in Meng Potang, and heard himself saying to Chu Wanning: "Master, let's start all over again, okay? You take care of me... OK..."
He saw Haiya for a month, only according to the hearts of the two, he was holding the hand of Chu nightning, and Chu nightning kept his head down, and the end of the always sharp phoenix eyes seemed to be wet red. He heard Chu Wanning say to himself: "I'm not good. I haven't been liked..."
He saw that he and Chu Wanning were lingering on the bed of the inn, and the wind and rain outside had nothing to do with them.
He saw Honglian Shuixie Chu Wanning raised his eyelashes and looked at himself—
Suddenly palpitations.
Step Xianjun suddenly opened his eyes.
what are these
He saw that Chu nightning looked at him so tenderly. It was the kind of eyes that used to be tortured, imprisoned, abused, hardened and hard, but could not be replaced by death.
Ta Xianjun felt that his head hurt, he raised his hand, the halo of day shone on the Senhan spikes on his wrist, he rubbed his forehead and cursed in a low voice: "What's the mess?"
He stood on the roof for a while. The snow in Kunlun was heavy, and the shoulders were covered with frost in no time. He was vaguely surprised, because deep down in his heart, he felt that this was also very good, like a good dream, and he felt peaceful because of Chu Wanning's gentle eyes in the dream.
"… This seat is really crazy."
He blinked, tossed the ridiculous thoughts out of his head, and moved on.
The master's order is to let him go to the most abundant Kunlun spiritual power, and completely open the door of life and death in time and space leading to the previous life. So he should go north. But when he saw Tianchi, he still circled involuntarily.
That's where he lost Chu Wanning forever.
Stepping Xianjun restrained and stood in the same place for a while, and finally he couldn't help but go over there in a daze, but when he passed the veranda of the Palace of the Snow Palace, he suddenly heard a familiar voice.
"Father... A-niang..."
The voice was very familiar, he stopped abruptly, hid in the dark, exposed a pair of dark eyes, and looked down.
Then he saw it clearly, and he couldn't help sneering: "Who am I, it turns out to be you."
In that courtyard, only Xue Meng was alone. Xue Meng was holding a pot of wine and lying on the table, already drunk.
"This time your parents are not killed by this seat." Step Xianjun admired Xue Meng's drunken state for a while, and touched his chin, "But when you are sad, this seat is very happy. I haven't forgotten who opened a hole in my chest before."
"How about it, doesn't it feel good to feel distressed?"
The courtyard was silent and there was no one else around.
Stepping Xianjun stared at the bottom for a while, and suddenly got up, the shadow flickered, and he had come to Xue Meng.
The drunk Phoenix Er didn't notice his arrival, and still rubbed the jug with his hand, trying to refill the nectar and jade dew in his mouth.
But suddenly a cold hand stretched out and pinched the body of the red clay pot, stopping his movements.
"You... who...?"
"you guess."
Xue Meng reluctantly opened a crying swollen eye, and looked up along the hand in distress. The handsome but full of ridicule on the face of Shang Teng Xian Dijun.
Stepping Xianjun has never seen such a depressed Xue Meng, although he is convinced that Xue Meng also secretly collapsed many times in his previous life, but this is the first time he has seen it with his own eyes. He licked his lips and felt very excited and very excited. Stimulate.
He leaned over, like staring at the prey, staring at Xue Meng: "Interesting, it turns out that the most proud apprentice of Chu Wanning will also buy drunk with wine and drink into a mess."
He said, sitting on the edge of the stone table, and then reached out and raised Xue Meng's chin.
"I haven't seen you when you were young for a long time." Step Xianjun was a little emotional. "After staying in that red dust for too long, this seat almost forgot what a domineering face you had when you were young."
Fingertips rubbed up a little bit.
He brushed across his cheeks, the bridge of his nose, his eyebrows, and then poked his forehead gently.
"Xue Meng, do you know? There is one thing that this seat actually regrets." He looked at Xue Meng's stunned eyes, and gradually revealed a chilling smile, "In my last life, this seat was kind for a moment, let you go. Live, but you want to kill me in return. Sometimes I wonder... Should I have killed you in the first place."
"People, it's comfortable to live, and it's not necessarily painful to die." Stepping Xianjun's voice was low and gloomy, "Xue Meng, do you want to accompany your parents?"
As he spoke, he leaned down.
The cold breath brushed against Xue Meng's cheek, and the two cold fingers touched the artery on the side of Xue Meng's neck - during this process, he kept staring at Xue Meng's eyes.
He looked at his reflection in those hazy tearful eyes, like a ghost descended into the world.
"Actually, this earthly person will die in the end." Step Xianjun's white teeth are sensible, "You and I are brothers for half a lifetime. Since I met you here, it is better to give you a ride first to help you free."
The fingertips are exerting force, and they are about to kill.
"elder brother… "
Suddenly, there was a murmur, like a spring sprout breaking the earth, and the stone was shaking.
Stepping on Xianjun was startled.
Xue Meng looked at him, and he seemed to finally recognize the appearance of the person in front of him in the drunkenness. He was wet with tears, staggered and climbed up, and grabbed the cold arm of Xianjun, like a driftwood in the vast sea. .
"elder brother… "
He called him.
Where did he distinguish the subtle difference between Qing Mo Ran and the two worlds, he only said that the person in front of him was Mo Ran, only his brother, his family, and his most carefree years finally returned.
Step Xianjun heard it clearly this time, and was sure that he heard it right. So he was a little surprised, and he didn't know what kind of expression to put on his face.
The inside of the skull was chaotic again.
In the blur, a phantom flashed in front of Xianjun's eyes. He saw himself and Xue Meng sitting in the red lotus waterside, cooking tea and wine, and clinking glasses under the moon.
... Is this what that Master Mo did
"Brother." Xue Meng's eyes were hazy, he was buried in the arms of Ta Xianjun, and he was sobbing at the beginning, but in the end, Qi Ai, choked, and finally wailed, "Don't go... You don't leave me... "
After a while, he seemed to remember something else, and he suddenly started shaking, his lips were blue and white: "Don't kill my father, don't force them... I killed those people, don't hurt my parents, Come to me..." Big tears rolled down, wetting Tread Xianjun's chest, "Don't... Don't dig my brother's heart..."
In this upside-down choking, Step Xianjun's hand that was going to kill finally slowly put it down. He froze for a moment and wanted to push Xue Meng away. But Xue Meng held him so tightly, his hands and feet were thick with blood.
Gradually, the place closest to the heart was finally soaked in tears.
Stepping on Xianjun finally fled and swept up the roof tile beam, lying low on the porch, looking at Xue Meng who was curled up in the snow and hugged his knees and wept bitterly.
Xue Meng in his memory has always been fierce, arrogant, aggressive, sharp and mean. But at this moment, the one who stayed in the snow and wind was a child who could no longer find his brother.
He watched Xue Meng cry in the same place for a long time. Later, Xue Meng got up and didn't know if he was sober or tired of crying. He stood in the courtyard for a while, and finally held the wine jar and went to the courtyard's plum blossoms. go anywhere. The young man walked aimlessly, in a trance, slowly going away—going away—
Stepping Xianjun looked at the snow, and the two lines were twisted and twisted but never looked back, and they spread to the depths of the wind and snow until the back of Xue Meng was nowhere to be seen.
In the north wind, there was suddenly a stern song. It was a short song in Shuzhong that Xue Zhengyi had sung before his death. Now it is dripping out of Xue Meng's throat and echoing in the Kunlun Snow Palace.
"I worship the old man half as a ghost, but now I can enjoy each other in drunkenness." The sound was still young, and the tone was already vicissitudes. "Zongjiao hides under the cinnamon branches, and the temples are stained on the face of drinking."
The heavy snow dyed the youth's black hair.
The hoarse voice was mixed with the sound of wind and snow, and it was bleak.
"Dream of the sky is broken and everyone goes far..." It's getting farther and farther, and it's getting closer and closer. Or maybe it wasn't Xue Meng who went far, but the young man finally burst into tears, and the words choked, "Abandoning my old body is full of tears."
Abandon my old body.
He is only twenty-two years old, but only in a drunken dream can he see his old friends again and laugh again. He was only in his prime, but only by drinking a jar of Dukang, could he see the kindness of the high hall and two or three old friends.
Xue Meng looked up and seemed to want to hold back the tears in the corners of his eyes, but he didn't know if he had held back, and the wind and snow had fascinated his eyes.
He closed his eyes, almost roaring the ground, screeching to stop Xingyun, as if he was inquiring with the sky, and making a wish with the ground.
"I would like to increase Yushou and Duke Zhou, let the king hold the wine, go and pay it back!"
The clouds gathered, and he smashed the wine jar in his hand.
With his hands open, Xue Meng fell straight into the snow. He didn't want to go any further. Where is the front? There is ice and snow everywhere, no familiar figures, no home.
Even the ink burning that I just dreamed of is fake, it is a mirror image, and it is fleeting.
Xue Meng was lying in the snow, and after a while, he raised his hand and covered his eyelids.
The blood-colored lips were slightly opened and closed, and hot tears slid down.
"Why did you all leave, just leave me alone."
Xue Meng suddenly choked and lost his tone.
"Why... why leave me alone... "
In fact, for two lifetimes, in the end, it was only him.
Treading Xianjun listened to the reverberation that was swallowed by the whistling wind, and looked at the place where Xue Meng went away. He stood motionless on the ridge, and the wind blew his cloak hunting and fluttering. He raised his hand and touched his chest, not knowing what it was like.
I worship my old man as a ghost.
This is the case for Xue Meng, and is it not the case for Stepping Xianjun
The Wushan Hall in the previous life was empty, and in the end, only his family was left alone, and no one was there anymore. He doesn't know where the incense burner used to be in his house, and he can't wear half-old clothes from his youth. Sometimes he blurts out a joke from his school days, but all around are respectful and tense faces. .
No one knew what he was talking about, no one understood him.
Those who understand him are either under the spring or at the end of the world.
Stepping Xianjun slowly came to Tianchi. It was not a good weather. In the distance, there was smog, and the snow seeds on the pool were rushing. He stood there calmly, like a heartless, ignorant wood and clay sculpture.
Let frost and snow cover him.
"Chu nightning..." sighed softly, "If it was back then..."
What if it was back then
He didn't say any more, his eyelashes overlapped, his eyes closed.
There has never been anything like back then, he was the Emperor Treading Immortal, an unparalleled honor in the cultivation world. He does not know what is regret, what is turning back.
Whatever happened happened.
He has no regrets and no defeat.
Even if the flesh and blood are blurred, and the family is betrayed, this is the path he chose by himself, and no matter how thick the thorns are, he will bite the bullet and go on.
However, in this vast sky and the snowy sky, there is a place that no one will see and no one will know. Stepping Xianjun stood for a long time with his hands behind his back, and finally, he did something unexpected - he knelt down.
In the place where Chu Wanning died in the battle, Changbai fell.
One bye.
Two thanks.
until three prayers.
Step Xianjun raised his face, under the hood, the eyelashes were frosted, and his expression was solemn, no one knew what he was thinking. Then he got up, as if he had fulfilled a long-cherished wish, without saying a word, he brushed over the cloak and black robe, and swept toward the most abundant spiritual energy in Kunlun Mountains.
Once the emperor is out, no one in the world can stop him. Shi Mingjing made the right choice, he has the strongest spiritual power in the world, and also has an unparalleled and powerful cultivation base.
The door of life and death in time and space will open.