Shanglin Heavenly Palace, the Drunken Dream Tower of Fu Sheng.
Bai Jile walked down from the roof, and two men wearing white shirts like him were standing downstairs waiting for him.
One of them had a flying dragon embroidered on his white shirt, and the other had a crane embroidered on his white shirt.
The deputy masters of Fusheng Zuimeng Tower - Bailong and Baihe, had returned to Weilong Mountain earlier than others.
"Mr. Long has died in the battle. The six major sects have withdrawn their troops and returned home at the same time. All the disciples sent out by Qingming Academy have learned from Mr. Long's last instructions, and most of them have decided not to return to the mountain." Bai Long reported the battle situation of Demon City he had just received to Bai Jile.
Bai Jile's expression did not fluctuate at all after hearing this. He just nodded calmly and said, "What about those on the mountain?"
"The Qingming Court has closed its gates, and several deputies have stayed indoors and stayed at home. It's hard to guess what they are thinking." Bai Long replied.
Bai Jile sneered: "There is no need to guess what they are thinking. They must be confused at the moment, waiting for me to find them, then establish a new abbot and build a new Qingming Court."
Bai He raised his lips slightly: "So are you going?"
"Of course not. The ones Mr. Long brought down the mountain were the real elites, and the ones on the mountain are already rusty." Bai Jile shook his robe lightly, his expression suddenly changed, he raised his head abruptly and looked into the distance, "Is it him?"
Bai Long also turned around, frowning: "Why is he here?"
Bai He's skills were not as good as theirs. He only felt a strong aura approaching and asked in confusion, "Who is it?"
"It's me!" A voice sounded above the clouds.
With a "bang", a person landed on the tall building far away from them.
The tall building had been unoccupied for a long time and it seemed to be on the verge of collapsing for a moment.
The man sighed, "I saw that tall building rising, and I saw this building about to fall down."
"Xiaoyaoxian?" Baihe recognized the man standing on the top of Wuyu Tower in the distance, "How dare he return to Weilong Mountain?"
Bai Jile looked up and looked at Xiaoyaoxian from a distance.
In the Shanglin Heavenly Palace, many disciples heard the loud shout, woke up from their dreams, and ran out from their own buildings.
"Is he the second owner of Wuyu Tower?"
"Didn't he get possessed by a demon and escape down the mountain?"
"Why would he come back? How dare he come back!"
In the prison, Xie Kanhua suddenly sat up in shock. He hurriedly asked the old man in the depths of the prison: "Senior, did you hear anyone talking just now?"
The old man didn't sleep either, and replied: "I heard it. That loud shout was full of energy, he must be a master. But his energy is not flowing, he is dying."
"Damn it." Xie Kanhua stood up and walked to the iron railing. "Why is he here?"
"Is he your friend?" asked the old man.
"He used to be my brother." Xie Kanhua, who was always calm, began to pace back and forth in the Nether Prison. "He is still so impulsive. Coming to Shanglin Tian Palace alone, isn't that courting death?"
"I'm here to save you." The old man suddenly realized.
"Who wants him to save me?" Xie Kanhua punched the iron railing with all his strength, but the iron railing just shook violently for a while and did not crack at all.
"This is made by my Su family using the hardest meteorite. Even a sharp sword cannot cut it." The old man said in a deep voice.
"Senior, I remember you said you had a way to get out." Xie Kanhua said anxiously.
The old man nodded: "But just leave from my room. I can't do anything about your room."
Xie Kanhua was silent for a moment, then he swung out his palm and opened the outer door of the Nether Prison from a distance of dozens of feet. The night wind rushed in, and Xie Kanhua shouted loudly: "Wang Tianba! You sinner from Wuyu Tower, get off the mountain! Who allowed you to come back!"
Xiaoyaoxian, who was on the top of the Wuyu Building, felt his legs go weak and he almost slipped off the roof. He angrily said, "Who allowed you to call me by my real name?"
"Either you be your Wang Tianba and hide in that tortoise shell and never come out in your life, or you be your Xiaoyaoxian and nothing in heaven or earth has anything to do with you! You are running up the mountain now, looking for death!" Xie Kanhua cursed.
"Who said I'm here to die?" Xiaoyaoxian said loudly, "I'm here to save you!"
"We have already severed our relationship!"
"I still have feelings for you!"
"I'm going to fuck you!"
“… … ”
Xie Kanhua, who was always known for his elegance, had long since abandoned his image and started swearing at the Xiaoyaoxian statue on the Wuyu Tower like two street thugs. The young disciples of the Heavenly Palace who had come out to watch looked at each other, while the older ones all smiled, which was a rare occurrence.
Long, long ago in the Shanglin Palace, the quarrel between these two could be heard almost every day.
At that time, Shanglin Temple had just been established and recruited a large number of non-official disciples. Everyone mixed together, drank and chatted, cursed and fought, it was very lively. But now Shanglin Temple is known as the supreme martial arts, high above, but it has become more and more cold, and every word and action needs to be cautious.
"I don't care, I'm just going to beat him up." Xiaoyaoxian cursed, "Is Shanglin Palace so unruly now? Can prisoners in the Nether Prison curse at others so openly?"
The guard of the Nether Prison finally reacted and immediately stepped forward to close the door: "Thank you, sir! Stop shouting!"
“Damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it!” Xie Kanhua clenched his fists.
"You don't have to do this." The old man said slowly.
"What do you mean, senior?" Xie Kanhua asked.
"I just told you that he was about to die." The old man sighed, "So he came here to die. When a person is going to die, he must want to choose to die in the place he loves the most, and die next to his closest person. So he came back. Back here."
Xie Kanhua sat down helplessly: "How did you know that he was about to die?"
"He practiced the martial arts I left behind." The old man said in a deep voice, "That martial art, if practiced to the ninth level, will lead to death. Unless..."
"Unless?" Xie Kanhua was stunned.
"Killing many, many people, just like I did in the past." The old man said quietly, "It seems that someone in Shanglin Palace is planning a big chess game."
Xie Kanhua suddenly realized: "Could it be that he was seduced by someone when he went astray in his practice?"
"Bai Jile." Without the interference of Xie Kanhua's voice, Xiaoyaoxian lowered his head and looked at the white figure, "Our grievances should be settled today."
Bai Jile said calmly: "There has never been any grudge between us. It was all your own choice. But if you are determined to die, then I am willing to help you."
Upstairs in Chunfeng Tower, Helian Xiyue, wearing a dark green robe, walked out: "Tianba."
"Don't call me by my real name!" Xiaoyaoxian said angrily, "Helian Xiyue, I will settle the score with you later!"
"Leave here." Helian Xiyue said in a deep voice.
Xiaoyaoxian stretched out a finger and shook it gently: "No, it works."