On Mount Weilong.
Su Heli, who was dozing off in a chair, suddenly shivered and woke up from his sleep.
"What's wrong?" asked the old butler standing next to him.
"No, I just dreamed about my childhood. My father had thirteen children, and I was the youngest, the weakest, and the most reluctant to learn martial arts. One time, I secretly ran down the mountain to play, and when I came back, I was met by my third uncle's children. They threatened me not to go back, and even robbed the candied haws I brought from the mountain." Su Heli smiled, "Then I met my third brother. He didn't ask anything, he just beat them all up, and then took me up the mountain."
The old butler also laughed: "The people on the mountain all understand the temper of the Third Young Master at that time."
Su Heli sighed softly: "Third brother is a good brother, but not a good son. He finally pushed father to a desperate situation, which led to the tragedy."
The old butler shook his head and said, "The head of the family had no choice back then."
"In fact, I really wanted to stand up with him back then, because I thought he was right." Su Heli picked up the teacup beside him, "It's too late now."
The old housekeeper consoled him, "Next time when he returns to the mountain, I will tell him about what happened back then."
"It's too late." Su Heli said slowly, "I don't think Third Brother will return to Weilong Mountain."
Beneath the boundless mountains.
Su Baiyi stood up and wiped the tears from her face.
Tan Tai Jing Yue was also in tears at this moment. She choked up and said, "I will bury Mr. Su's body in our tribe. When you return to the southern border, send someone to transport Mr. Su's body back to Weilong Mountain."
"No need." Su Suomo said calmly, "The Su family's homeland has never been Mount Weilong. Su Jian, rest with me on Kunlun Mountain."
"Kunlun?" Su Baiyi was stunned. Being buried on Kunlun should be the greatest honor for the Su family.
Su Suomo nodded and repeated, "Kunlun."
"Thank you, Mountain Master!" Su Baiyi choked again.
"A swordsman's life is always lonely. Just like the snow on Mount Kunlun, it never stops falling and never melts for thousands of years. If you want to see the light of day, you have to wait day after day. The swordsman is buried in Kunlun, that is the best ending." Su Suomo picked up Su Jian's collar and looked forward, "Come on, follow me up the mountain."
Su Baiyi hurriedly said to Tan Tai Jingyue, "The remaining sheepskins, gold and silver, and these horses are given to you. Thank you for your company during this period. If there is a chance in the future, I will take you to Weilong Mountain to see it and show our Su family's hospitality as hosts."
Tan Tai Jing Yue had not yet recovered from her sadness: "Mr. Su said that when he sees Kunlun Mountain, he will marry me."
Su Baiyi was stunned: "When did he say that? Why don't I know about it?"
"I said that when you went to the river to fetch water." Tan Tai Jing Yue couldn't help but shed tears again.
Su Baiyi was speechless: "But he is so old..."
"No less handsome than any young man I have ever met." Tan Tai Jing Yue sniffed.
Su Baiyi turned his head and looked at Su Jian who was sleeping with his eyes closed. The sadness in his heart was completely interrupted by the sudden thunder.
But this is Su Jian.
When he was alive, he was a young man full of passion for justice, but he disguised himself as a cynical devil.
After his death, he left behind a moving sword legend, but a touch of playfulness was added to the tragedy.
"This damn old man..." Su Baiyi wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and cursed in a low voice.
"Let's go. This old man's life was not lived in vain. Even I, the Lord of Kunlun Mountain, envy him." Su Sumo leaped forward with Su Jian's body.
Su Baiyi clasped his fists towards Tan Tai Jingyue for the last time, and then immediately followed.
"Your internal strength is appallingly poor, but your lightness skills are quite good." Su Sumo turned around and said.
"My master taught me this, it's called Zou Ma." Su Baiyi replied.
"Zou Ma. The Su family doesn't have this martial art. Was it created by later generations?" Su Suomo asked.
"I didn't grow up in the Su family. It was my master Xie Kanhua who raised me, and he passed this martial art to me." Su Baiyi replied.
"Xie Kanhua, I heard Su Han mention this name before." Su Suomo glanced at Su Baiyi, "It seems that you have a story."
"The entire Su family has experienced a strange story." Su Baiyi sighed.
"When we get to Kunlun, talk to me in detail." Su Sumo said, looking up.
Qingzhou City.
The Mu family mansion.
Nangong Xier opened her eyes.
At the same time, more than a dozen masks of different colors and expressions were spinning rapidly around her. She waved her hands again, and those masks flew even more flamboyantly.
Priest Xue stood in front of her and nodded in praise: "Not bad, your understanding is among the top three people I have met, regardless of gender."
"I don't quite understand, what's the use of being able to control so many masks remotely? Go to the streets to perform juggling to make money?" Nangong Xier asked in confusion.
"I did this before when I had no money." Priest Xue said with a smile, "But besides juggling, it has other uses. When you replace the mask with a flying sword, no one will dare to mess with you anymore."
Nangong Xier was stunned: "I see, then why do you always use a mask?"
"Very special, isn't it?" Priest Xue said with some pride. "When traveling in the martial arts world, one must always be different from others. In such a vast world, there are 10,000 people using swords, 8,000 people wielding knives, and I am the only one using a mask. Who would not exclaim when seeing me? Is this the legendary Priest Xue who uses a mask as a weapon?"
"I didn't realize that, Master, you like to be remembered so much." Nangong Xier waved her hand lightly, and all the masks slowly fell down.
"Everyone is like this when they are young. But when I got older, I got tired of these empty names." Priest Xue waved his hand and said, "But it's too late. The world is full of legends about me."
"Arrogant." Nangong Xier lightly hooked her finger, and a mask suddenly flew towards Priest Xue.
The mask on Priest Xue's face suddenly turned into an angry face, and the flying mask immediately broke into five or six pieces and fell to the ground. He laughed and said, "If you want to sneak attack Master, this trick is still a little lacking." After speaking, he immediately retracted his neck and avoided a mask flying from behind his head.
Nangong Xier took the mask and put it on her face: "It almost worked."
Priest Xue clapped his hands and said, "Great! Next time, put on the mask and test Su Baiyi. See if he can recognize you with the mask on."
Nangong Xier smiled and said, "Good idea."