In the rainstorm, a newly assembled rebel army stood in front of the mountain, and there were monks from all sects.
The gate of life and death in time and space has just opened, everything is still unknown, and the dragon pool and tiger dens are in danger. Therefore, the people of this newly established allied army are unstable, each has its own abacus, and almost no one is willing to take the lead. They were all worried about the Zhenlong chess piece lying dormant on the top of death and life, and they were worried that they would face the tiger and wolf division that Jiaoshan had encountered again.
They looked into the distance, and their hearts were apprehensive—in that rainy Wushan Temple, would there be a demon sitting with his eyes closed, waiting for the heroes to throw the rat’s weapon, so that everyone could be bitten into scum
Someone held a torch lit by a magic spell, looked up at the lofty mountain top, and muttered: "I can't imagine... Tianyin Pavilion would do such a thing... I still feel like a dream at this moment."
"Don't sigh any more." Zhen Congming from Bitan Village patted the man on the shoulder, "If you are so long-winded, why don't you think about how to attack the mountain and quickly end this nightmare."
Another person said with a gloomy face: "I'm afraid it's not so simple. Mu Yanli is the body of God's blood, Hua Binan is a generation of medicine sect, and the emperor who treads the fairy... It's the ink burning, the mana is deep, and the man is sinister, we Be cautious and don’t take it lightly.”
The monk's words won the approval of many people.
- If Xue Meng in the previous life stood here, then he would definitely feel that his life was going around in circles and he would always return to the starting point.
The variety in front of him is so similar to the night when the ten major sects besieged the top of life and death and stepped on the immortal emperor to commit suicide.
It is a pity that it is not Xue Meng in the previous life who is in the crowd at the moment, but the young man who just lost his parents.
Although his eyebrows are handsome, his face is very haggard. For Dai Xiao, he did not wear the silver-blue bright armor of death and life. He only wore a plain blue shirt, and tied his ponytail with a white hair tie.
Xue Meng said: "Don't talk about the gossip, and the situation will be even more irreversible. Why are people sinister and cautious... If you are afraid of things, you stay here. You don't have to go up."
Everything is repeating the mistakes of the previous life. Just like in the past, when Xue Meng said this, the people around him exploded.
Once again he's the target of the crowd—
"Young Master Xue, what you said is really too much, what do you mean by being afraid of something?" The female cultivator of Jiangdongtang, Liu Ye, raised her eyebrows very high, "You are not afraid of things. A few days ago, you ran to Wushan Temple to stab and trample. Xianjun. What's the result?"
"… "
"The result is not that you lost, but also dragged down Senior Brother Mei and you to clean up the mess!"
"you-"
A white and slender hand blocked Xue Meng's way, and the silver bells on the wrist jingled.
Xue Meng said angrily: "You don't need to meddle in your business!"
Mei Hanxue said pleasantly, "How can the matter of the benefactor's son be called a nostalgia?" He turned his head and smiled at the female nun who blushed regardless of the occasion.
"Besides, such a good-looking girl, but what she said is not pleasing, of course you have to point it out, so that the girl can correct her mistakes." He politely said, "Help Xue Meng is a friend to help, not to clean up the mess. Heaven and earth are in the world. Come on, my heart is clear, and I also ask the girl not to be wronged."
Who in the arena does not know the charm of Senior Brother Mei, the female nun was speechless in an instant, and her face rose like a pig's liver.
Seeing her like this, the female cultivator suddenly felt that the top of his head was turning green, so he stood up and sneered: "Interesting, Mr. Xue is brave and invincible, we will only be afraid of the head and the tail, or you should go up the mountain to explore first. A way? Anyway, you are most familiar with the top of life and death. I heard that the emperor above is the past life of your cousin Mo Weiyu, and it will never take your life, so safe."
When it comes to Emperor Stepping Immortal, many people have embarrassed expressions on their faces.
Back then when Master Mo told them the truth, they thought they were playing tricks and were full of absurd words. But now, things have surfaced one by one, and everything is as Mo Ran said at the beginning, and many people have a little uneasy conscience.
Unfortunately, not everyone has this attitude. An elderly cultivator coughed slightly and said, "Actually, I think the identity of the Emperor Stepping Immortal has yet to be verified."
Xue Meng glanced at him coldly: "Verify what?"
The old man said: "What I mean is that although the treading fairy looks exactly the same as Mo Ran, it is not necessarily his previous life as Mo Ran said before. After all, Zhenlong chess piece. Ah, anything is possible."
"Yeah, I still think that the person who killed Gu Yueye was Mo Ran himself, and what happened in the past life is the reason, it's an excuse!"
Even at this stage of the field, some people in the crowd still believed that it was Zongshi Mo who was lying, and they did not wrong him.
After all, some of them had spoken generously and insulted him in Tianyin Pavilion. Someone had thrown stones and leaves at him on the three days of the trial and laughed at him. And admitting that Master Mo was telling the truth was tantamount to admitting that he had been deceived and slandered a good person, which was too embarrassing for some people.
Admitting mistakes sometimes takes more courage than making mistakes, and cowards obviously lack that courage. In order to insist that they did not make mistakes, they determined that they must not let the ink burn injustice. No matter how many grievances, insults, and charges he bears, there will be no peace in his life. This sin, they still want him to carry it.
For these "gentlemen", the innocence of others is worthless compared to their own face.
Hearing this, Mei Hanxue praised with a smile: "Master Sun, you are really arrogant and indestructible."
The old man was stunned, and after thinking for a long time, he realized that Mei Hanxue was laughing at him.
Master Xuanjing advised: "Okay, don't quarrel with the two donors, let's listen to the old man first. It doesn't matter what identity Ta Xianjun is, what matters is how we should deal with it after going up the mountain, and how to allocate our troops."
He turned his head and asked Xue Meng in a harmonious voice: "Young Master Xue, you are the one who fought against the Xianjun. According to your opinion, what is the strength of this person?"
Xue Meng gritted his teeth for a long time and squeezed his fists: "The power of all the heads here may not be able to win."
"Heh!" The Daoist Sun raised his white eyebrows, "What a proud son of the sky, but the president of the other party is really powerful and destroys his own prestige!"
Master Xuanjing was a little surprised: "So, this person should be much stronger than Master Chu, no wonder Master Chu was kidnapped by him..."
"Captured? Chu nightning and Mo Ran's dirty things don't know now. I don't think they are kidnapped at all, and stepping on Xianjun is not a previous life. This whole thing is controlled by Mo Ran behind the scenes. Chu nightning and him are also a group! If you don't believe it, let's go up the mountain and see!"
Xue Meng's face suddenly turned white, and he must have slammed into the old man's mouth before, but he just learned the truth of the matter between the master and the ink burning not long ago, and he was disgusting to the extreme. , was actually standing in the same place, with a sullen expression, unable to say a word.
Just as he was in a state of embarrassment, a tall, pale cyan figure lightly covered him in front of him.
Jiang Xi said coldly: "Daochang Sun is so bold and rash, if things are not what you said after going up the mountain, then I don't think you need to keep your tongue-in-cheek tongue."
Lao Dao's facial muscles twitched and his lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but after muttering for a long time, he still didn't spit out in the face of Jiang Xi, so he shut up.
Jiang Xi glanced at Xue Meng, and didn't say any more, but lowered his head and thought about it, and said with the others: "It's not too late, we first arrange the decisive battle targets for each after going up the mountain, and then act immediately." His sight Turning to other sect masters and elders is a kind of confirmation, "Excluding the Zhenlong chess pieces, who are the people who are known to be at the top of life and death?"
There were people around who replied: "I will definitely meet Mu Yanli."
Jiang Xi asked, "Has anyone played against her?"
A female nun raised her hand: "I fought with her a few times during the civil unrest."
Jiang Xi asked again, "How's the body technique?"
The female cultivator thought for a while and said, "Sending three elders should be enough to hold her back."
"Okay, which three elders are willing to lock Mu Yanli after the battle begins?"
Those at the top of life and death have long regarded Mu Yanli as a thorn in their eyes. At this time, three elders came out immediately, Xuanji was greedy for the wolf. These three are from the same school, and they are all excellent in kung fu. They are good at healing and attacking assistants. Jiang Xi agreed without hesitation.
Jiang Xi asked again, "What else?"
"There are also a group of valetes from Tianyin Pavilion. The number of this group is not good. But there are at least six or seven hundred, and the strength is difficult to estimate."
Jiang Xi pondered: "The closest to Tianyin Pavilion's martial arts style is Wubei Temple..." He raised his eyes and looked at Master Xuanjing: "Master, would you like your temple disciples to keep an eye on those Tianyin Pavilion attendants during the war?"
"This..." Master Xuanjing secretly discussed the pros and cons.
The drawbacks are obvious. The number and strength of the disciples of Tianyin Pavilion are unknown. Weakness is the best, but if it is strong, it may seriously damage the vitality of Wubei Temple. But Li is also very tempting, because at least they don't need to face the most terrifying Emperor Treading Immortal.
He then nodded: "Old Na should share the world's worries."
"The rest is Hua Binan..." Jiang Xi sighed and closed her eyes, "It goes without saying. Although Gu Yueye can't say that he is familiar with his every move and style, at least he has the same origin. During the war, please everyone from my family. The elders keep an eye on this person and don’t have to be soft-hearted.”
These have been arranged one after another, and only Zhenlong chess pieces and Ta Xianjun are left.
Jiang Xi's eyes swept across the crowd, but apart from some cultivators' petitions, more of them seemed to suddenly suffer from cervical spondylosis at this moment, all of them had a low head, and some simply reached out and touched their necks, as if their necks were very painful. of.
"Palace Master?"
Mingyuelou nodded: "The Snow Palace should contribute."
Jiang Xi asked the pavilion master of Shangqing Pavilion again, and the Taoist priest also nodded and said, "It is my responsibility."
But other than that, other sects are either afraid of things, or they are really not suitable for fighting, and those who are in charge are more or less hesitant. Some people even muttered: "Since that Stepping Immortal Monarch can tear through the gate of life and death in time and space, the power of these masters alone is definitely not enough."
"Yeah, isn't this a scout who dares to die..."
Someone sighed: "If only the Confucianism Gate was still there, there are so many monks in the seventy-two cities, so many city masters, alas... It's a pity."
"Huh?" Suddenly a Jiang Dongtang cultivator raised his voice, "What about Ye Wangxi? Isn't she very good at fighting? I'm afraid her strength is comparable to ten Nangong Liu, definitely a sect-level fighting strength. Where is her?"
It's good not to mention this, but Jiang Xi's face turned black. He said with dark clouds: "Before we set off, we settled a group of refugees on the lonely moon night. At that time, it was said that a monk would be left to guard in case the army of chessmen overwhelmed the situation - no one asked for it automatically. In the end, she stayed."
The cultivator let out an "ah", embarrassed.
Jiang Xi said gloomily: "All of you are really heroes. Why do you need a little girl everywhere?"
"… "
After waiting for a while, few in the crowd were willing to take the lead. The young and beautiful new head of Jiangdongtang even hesitated: "I think you have to think about it, after all, this is not a joke. Wait a moment?"
As soon as he heard the word "wait", Xue Meng was so angry that his lips turned blue. He tried his best to suppress himself and asked, "When will we wait? How stable can we wait for a while?"
"But you can't rush up the mountain to die."
"Success or failure is here, Shaozhu Xue is cautious."
Master Xuanjing also persuaded: "Master Xue, be careful to sail the ship of ten thousand years. If the earth overturns today, and the gate of life and death appears in the world, no one knows what kind of variables will be ahead. At present, the leaders of the whole world of self-cultivation are gathered here. If Really, all of them fall into the water, who can be held responsible?"
"Yeah, what should we do if we kill the sect masters..."
Xue Meng has been enduring, but at this time he can't bear it anymore. He suddenly raised his head and his eyes were blood red: "You are not dead yet, you are already thinking about what to do, what about the top of life and death?!"
"… "
When it comes to the summit of life and death, everyone can't help but think that the head couple died because they were wronged.
"I don't know what to do at the top of my life." Xue Meng's voice was hoarse, "I have no cousin, no brother, no mother, no father, and now even the master..."
Xue Meng's eyelashes trembled slightly, his throat swelled, and he seemed to be trying his best to swallow his pain. But the pain was too deep, and he couldn't bear it in the end. He closed his eyes and opened them again: "You gentlemen are afraid of death, because there is still sustenance. I don't have it, so I'm not afraid of death."
Mei Hanxue frowned and said in a low voice: "Xue Meng!"
But how could he listen.
No one in this world can stop him.
Xue Meng said: "If you don't go, I will go by myself."
"Young Master!" The disciples at the top of life and death came forward to persuade, but Xue Meng had already decided to go, and the killing intent had already been expressed. He turned around and left everyone behind. The anger and grievance he had been holding back turned into tears, rolling down where no one could see.
Jiang Xi stood in the rainstorm, looking at his back: "You..."
Hearing his voice, Xue Meng walked faster, his dragon city was broken, and he didn't even have a decent sword. But he still walked towards the towering and wasted peak of life and death without looking back.
"Xue Meng!"
After several hesitations, a hoarse shout finally broke through Jiang Xi's throat.
Jiang Xi walked up, and before his hand touched Xue Meng's shoulder, he saw the young man turn around suddenly, a pair of bird-like round eyes flashing with flames, he shouted angrily: "Go away! Don't touch me! "After speaking, he shook off Jiang Xi's restraint, no longer giving anyone a chance to speak, and turned to leave.
The moss grows on the steps, and the bamboo trails in the mountains.
Xue Meng was panting and rushing in the rainstorm, and in front of him was a dream-like wet world.
In this place, Mrs. Wang once under the lotus hoe, watched a peony bloom. In that place, Xue Zhengyi was once majestic, and when he returned from a battle, he immediately shot. Xue Meng walked through Baishimen, saw the teacher bowing his head and pondered, ran past the hero column, saw the ink burning and looked at the moon, he saw the bustling disciples returning from get out of class in the wind and rain, and the laughter on the bridge was like yesterday.
He hurried forward as fast as he could escape, like a tiger hurling into the forest. Then he caught a glimpse of an old peach tree in the corner of his eye. He saw the young man kneeling under the tree three times and nine kowtows. He raised his head with a smile, and said to Chu Wanning, who was fluttering in white clothes in front of him:
"Disciple Xue Meng, I have worshipped Master."
Suddenly closed his eyes.
There are too many past events on the top of life and death, and each one burns him. How splendid the fire used to be here, how sad the ashes are now.
Xue Meng went all the way, the wind and rain were swirling, and the old people were wasted.
"Don't follow me... don't let me see this again..."
He murmured, walking through the shadows that lingered, fleeing from his high-spirited youth. When he stood on the top of the mountain, he was soaked with rain. Like a phoenix with withered wings, trembling slightly.
cold.
The bones were frozen to ice.
He squinted his thick eyelashes and looked at the distant palace, where the candlelight was dim. This is the pinnacle of death and life in the previous life. When I came to assassinate last time, I didn't look carefully...
Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of three graves standing in front of the Tongtian Tower, which was closer.
It was something he had never seen in his own sect. He couldn't help but go and look at it. Of the three tombs, one had the word "Queen of Oil Explosion" chiseled, and the other was flattened, and the stone tablet fell to one side.
The last one is very old.
There was a vague shadow in front of the tomb, standing alone.
The man's robe was stained with blood, and his sleeves reached the ground. Standing in front of the tomb, he raised his hand and rubbed the writing on the tombstone.
Xue Meng was shocked, his head seemed to be punctured by a feather arrow, and the blood all over his body rushed to his head at this moment. He shouted: "Ink burning!"
Then he remembered that the Dragon City was broken. It was broken in the last confrontation with Emperor Ta Xian.
The man who turned his back to him didn't seem to hear any sound, but slowly leaned down in front of the tombstone, as if an extremely exhausting journey had finally come to an end, Xue Meng saw him put his forehead against the cold stone. face, rubbing lightly.
Xue Meng's palm ignited a fire, and orange light splashed.
He recklessly slashed towards Ta Xianjun's back and attacked—
"boom!"
There was a loud bang, and the fire didn't hurt anyone, only the old mossy monument was broken.
Xue Meng was startled and looked around, but what stepped on the Immortal Emperor, what a black figure, no one - nowhere.
The rain around him was pouring, and the trees fell in a daze, as if he was the only human figure left in the sky and the ground. But the shadows of the trees whirled and the sound of the wind chirped, and it seemed that thousands of troops were lurking in the dark forest and in the strong grass, curling up with armor and holding a pillow to wait.
"Step on Xianjun! Step on Xianjun!!"
He roared, and the sound was instantly crushed into powder by the thunder.
Did you read it wrong
How could it be wrong? It's clearly such a clear back, obviously standing here just now, obviously that person reached out and touched the stone tablet, on the stone tablet...
Suddenly stopped.
Xue Meng leaned over and raised his hand to slowly pick up the broken and fragmented monument that was smashed by himself. He picked up half of it, and it was like an ice cave in an instant!
On the tablet was written:
The Tomb of the Master Chu Wanning
whose tomb? what tomb? ! ! !
Xue Meng jumped up suddenly, staggered back, and the lightning white light shone on his miserable face, Xue Meng shook his head and muttered: "No... No... What's going on... How is it possible?"
He swallowed, trying to calm himself. He squatted in the same place for a while and breathed for a while, then he managed to regain his senses, squinted his eyes and looked at the tombstone carefully.
The body of the monument is already very mottled, at least for more than ten years, and it is not new. There are different depths of chisel marks on the monument, it seems that something was originally engraved. Later, someone polished off the original handwriting and re-engraved these seven characters.
Master.
The tomb of Chu Wanning.
Is this the tomb of the master from the previous life
Xue Meng's lips were blue and his body was trembling. What was rolling in his chest was sadness, anger, fear, or something else... He buried his face in the palm of his hand, wiped away the wet rain, and was confused.
So, in that future that he didn't know, what kind of love and hatred was there
He didn't know, just like he didn't know what was engraved on this stone tablet, and for what reason, who changed the inscription.
I don't know.
Xue Meng slowed down for a while, but when he opened his eyes, he saw that the black and golden shadow appeared again. This time it was even closer, and the roaring mountains, rivers, dragons, and tigers roared with gold thread embroidered on the robes were so clearly visible.
The figure looked like something between a soul and a living person, neither fully alive nor fully soul. The man looked at the Tongtian Tower, and Xue Meng heard him whispering softly: "Master, you... take care of me."
The sound is ethereal, like a dream.
"I'm going home, I'm going home." He said, but there was a trace of daze and daze in his tone, "I'm going home..."
"Master..."
With a bang, the thunder seemed to smash the earth, the hinterland of the mountains and rivers trembled faintly, and the internal organs were numb.
"But I don't have a home..."
The black gold figure suddenly looked back, and in this stormy rain, Xue Meng clearly saw his face, the face of the ink burning.
The ink burned as if he couldn't see him, but he just muttered to himself: "There is no home... I want to go back... I want to go back!"
He was anxious and desperate: "Let me go back, let me go back! I want to see him... I want to see him!!"
In the thunder and lightning, the black phantom rose into the air, and Xue Meng was caught by this cold and violent black wind. The shadow passed through him, with a biting chill, which was much cooler than the rain. He was so fascinated that he couldn't open his eyes and fell to the ground.
"I can't die... I want to see him!"
Xue Meng clearly heard the low drink of the ink burning, and the black shadow flew towards the back mountain of the dead and life like a whirlwind. When he came back to his senses, he could no longer see any ghostly shadows, and there was a sky-splitting red light from the back mountain!
…
what happened? What was that shadow just now
ghost
He was pale, and sat still—until someone patted him in the back.
At this time, Xue Meng's whole person has been stretched to the extreme. When he touched him, he jumped up suddenly, like crazy and extremely helpless: "Who?! Who!!"
Mei Hanxue held him down and hurriedly said, "Don't be afraid, it's me."
In the woods behind him, walked out of a very ugly looking man from the Snow Palace, but with a pair of light blue eyes that Xue Meng was familiar with. It was Mei Hanxue's cold eldest brother wearing a human skin mask.
The eldest brother Mei Hanxue stepped out of the forest, holding two swords in his hand, one was his own god Wu Shuofeng, and the other was...
"Xuehuang."
Mei Hanxue walked to Xue Meng, who couldn't help shuddering, and handed Jiang Xi's saber to him.
"Head Jiang asked me to hand it over to you. He said that you can use it, so you don't have to refuse it for some reason."
The younger brother was still a little curious: "Can you ask me, what is the relationship between you and Jiang Xi?"
"Let's go." Huantou was interrupted by the elder brother mercilessly, "Let's go to Wushan Hall together to see how Master Chu is doing."
Mei Hanxue dropped these words, glanced at Xue Meng, knocked on the shoulder of the other party with the hilt of Shuofeng, and plunged into the depths of the heavy rain without saying a word.
And his twin brother sighed, raised his hand and patted Xue Meng's head, and followed his brother to the precarious Wushan Temple.