Zhao Ge

Chapter 131: from where

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"Gushi eighteen..."

Standing in the very center of Namu King City, in front of the gate of the temple, Baili Shu held a golden longbow. He raised his head, looking at this magnificent temple—or the palace of the king. The black rock reveals a kind of heaviness and majesty. The stone pillars of the temple are carved, and the red flame is coiled in the image of a snake.

Standing in front of the vaulted pillar, Baili Shu didn't go in immediately.

After the northwest gate was opened, the wind from all directions poured in from the gate, and wandered in the streets and alleys of Stone City. A slight cool breeze arrived.

The answer he was looking for was in the depths of the temple, but for a while, he didn't want to go in.

There is no acquaintance with Baililiuxiang, and it is unknown after all the calculations. Those people said that about him, and Bailishu actually knew it. However, just like what he said to Ye Qiusheng, many people think he knows everything, but he would rather know nothing.

The more you know, the more you take on. Responsibility is never like a few words of rejection. Back then, the person who walked out of the snow and took him away told him who he was, the head of the Baili family. So even in the end, if he found out that that person had other purposes from the beginning, looking at those young disciples who worshiped him as a god, could he really let him go

unable.

Therefore, he is Dongling Baili and the head of Baili Patriarch.

However, now, he finally has to figure out a question: Is he called Bailishu, or... Bailishu is him

Hundreds of miles, hundreds of miles of chaoge, Dongling of Muzhi.

The hundred miles of Dongling, the hundred miles of Jiuxuan, the hundred miles of Gu Shi... so many things in a trance. He woke up without knowing anything about his past, and walked in the snowy night, day after day. Then someone told him that he was the Patriarch Baili of Dongling, so he went back.

However, when he returned from his illness, he opened his eyes and became Jiu Xuan's Baili.

Dongling Baili's memory is extremely clear, but after becoming Jiuxuan Baili, other trivial and familiar scenes kept reviving. He flipped through all the ancient scrolls in Zangshu Pavilion, reading those historical records that were either true or false, and a clear distant picture floated in front of his eyes.

Those pictures are so real, so real that they don't look like hallucinations, but like things that he has witnessed and experienced with his own eyes.

So, Baili of Jiuxuanmen, is he also...

Baili Shu held a longbow and stood alone in front of the temple. He was thin and pale. There was no one around, and his brows and eyes finally revealed the bewilderment and exhaustion that could no longer be concealed.

"who I am?"

He asked in a low voice, with a blank and sad expression.

The wind from all directions is strong and cold. The young man's toga fluttered slightly.

Finally, holding the Golden Crow Longbow, he walked into the black ancient temple.

The sound of the wind is far away, like a sigh.

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Jiuxuanmen, Biyong Pavilion.

The elders sat silently on the left and right, and Yi Heping, the head of the Jiuxuanmen, sat at the head, also silent. The atmosphere in the main hall was very dull.

Standing in the middle of the main hall was a fat man in mourning clothes with the logo of Kyushu Bank, Liao Qian.

His cultivation base is low, but standing in front of the Jiuxuan elders of the first sect of Xianmen, he still stands straight. Although he is still a fat man, he has lost a lot of weight compared to when he was in Bingzhou.

In front of Liao Qian. There is a row of coffins.

The coffin was made of high-quality sandalwood, but in the end it was just an ordinary coffin without any power. But among those present, none of these elders who have been famous for a long time and have a high level of cultivation, the elders of the Jiuxuan Sect, are willing, and none of them want to push those coffins away.

"Someone asked me to send back his senior brothers and sisters."

Liao Gan said hoarsely.

Yi Heping stood up and walked to the coffin. Stretching out his hand, he slowly pushed open the lid of a coffin. In the coffin was placed a pair of white bones that had been covered with clothes, and a waist card made of night iron was placed on the dead bones: Qianmai Chenyan.

The second mouthful, the third mouthful, the fourth mouthful...

The hall was deadly silent. In the coffins, some bones were relatively intact, some had only a few bones, and there were also intact corpses... Yi Heping slowly pushed all the coffins away with his own hands, and there was even half a spirit tablet in one coffin—then It is the spirit card of the disciples of the Jiuxuan Pagoda who originally stood on the top of the Qingming Pagoda in Bingzhou.

Staring at these coffins, among the eight sects of Immortal Sect, the head of Jiuxuan Sect ranked first, Yi Heping bowed to Liao Gan, an insignificant disciple of the Kyushu Bank.

"Thank you."

Yi Heping said softly.

Among the elders silently watching those coffins, He Zhou's father, He Qingchuan clenched his fists—he still didn't understand Yi Heping.

He didn't care that he, as the head of the sect, saluted and thanked a disciple of the Kyushu Bank, but he was able to make the decision to sacrifice so many disciples without hesitation... What was he thinking? He Qingchuan couldn't understand him.

"and also… "

Liao Gan's voice was unbearably hoarse. He tried his best to appear indifferent, but his fingertips were trembling.

"one left."

Liao Gan raised his hand, and another sandalwood coffin was placed on the ground. With a pale face, he pushed open the coffin lid himself.

There is no corpse in the coffin, no bones, no badge, only a set of clothes.

"His name is Zhou Wen'an, and he is a tower guard disciple of Bingzhou. He didn't leave, and he was still guarding the tower at the end." Liao Gan's voice was hoarse.

"He wants to accompany his senior brothers and sisters."

Yi Heping stood in front of the coffins, slightly stunned.

—Senior brother, the younger brother is here to guard, Jiuxuanmen... I will leave it to the senior brother.

—Brother, I understand.

"Enter the ancestral hall." Yi Heping quickly regained his composure, ordered in a deep voice, and turned to leave.

After leaving Biyong Pavilion, Yi Heping raised his head and closed his eyes in pain.

Jiuxuanmen, Jiuxuanmen.

The unparalleled Nine-Xuan Gate in the world, the first Nine-Xuan Gate of Immortal Sect.

"Brother." Someone behind him stopped him, it was He Qingchuan.

He followed out.

Yi Heping stopped, but didn't look back. Ask what's the matter, the voice is calm, no difference from usual.

"You..." He Qingchuan paused, but in the end he didn't ask the question he wanted to ask, and talked about another matter. "They're back."

"It's almost time." Yi Heping knew he was talking about He Zhou and the others, "Let He Zhou know what he should know."

"It's almost time."

He repeated it again.