Seeing the figure in the white robe walking up step by step, He Zhou suddenly remembered what they had said when they were waiting on Liuxiantai.
At that time, Jun Wanbai said that there was a person who did not take a step up the Heaven-reaching Step, but still entered the Nine Profound Gate.
Disciples who worshiped Jiuxuanmen must go through this heaven-reaching step, except for Bailishu back then. But... Now Bailishu counted as walking the Heaven-reaching Rank once, right? For some reason, He Zhou wanted to smile.
Today's scene is still very strange, just like when Yi Heping brought Baili Shu directly into the Jiuxuanmen without the Tongtian Rank, it is as strange that the elders with real status in the whole Jiuxuanmen, including the head, guarded outside the gate Waiting for a disciple of the sect. This is undoubtedly unreasonable, but none of the elders showed dissatisfaction...including He Zhou.
He Zhou touched the Han Yu Dao on his waist.
He inherited the Hanyu Saber and walked into the staggered history of that era. The memories of the ancestors of the Guan family passed through his mind like a long river. In the long river, Hezhou saw so many thrilling scenes, and also saw such shocking scenes-in the battle of the fall of the ancient emperor in the chaotic era, the thin figure in a white robe was facing the storm. He went against the flow of people without looking back.
There are too many memories passed down through Han Yudao, and they are very fragmented, but in the most shocking pictures, the thin figure holding a longbow appears repeatedly.
He Zhou hardly saw the figure's face.
The man was wearing a white robe with a hood or a bamboo hat. And the picture seen in the memory of the ancestors of the Guan family is always that when everyone retreats, that person moves forward alone. When accepting those memories, He Zhou sometimes felt like a bystander. He watched the evacuated people try to look back at the person with their backs facing them and heading in the opposite direction.
A figure that repeatedly appeared in the interlacing of light and shadow.
When I looked at it, I felt inexplicably familiar.
He Zhou felt that the longbow in that man's hand was very familiar—when he was standing on the deck facing the mist, Bailishu was holding a golden longbow just like that, even though the shape of the longbow was not exactly the same. , but that familiar feeling is indeed exactly the same.
After completely inheriting Han Yu Dao, He Zhou finally understood some things. Baili Shun him... indeed, he should always be indifferent, with snow-covered eyebrows and eyes, always worried.
Because, that guy has been so lonely since a long time ago, facing the beacon fire all by himself.
In the fierce long wind, the thin young man walked up slowly.
After the Qingming Pagoda incident in Bingzhou, Bailishu, the senior brother of Jiuxuanmen who disappeared without a trace, stepped on the last step of the Tongtian Step, his robe sleeves were blown up and down by the wind, and his facial features were still the same as in Hezhou's impression. Even if the Bingzhou Incident, even if the Qi Qin Dynasty changed, Baili Shu would still look cold and emotionless.
Holding a longbow wrapped in cloth strips in his hand, he stood on the last step of the Tongtian Steps, facing the grand welcome scene without showing any surprise.
He Zhou looked at his expression and felt that this person seemed to have never changed.
His appearance was similar to that when Yi Heping brought him back to Jiuxuanmen for the first time, his eyes were sealed with ice, and under the ice was a deep sea that could not be pryed into.
Bailishu stood calmly, facing the elders of Jiuxuanmen and his nominal master Yi Heping, without opening his mouth.
The two parties looked at each other from a distance, and finally Yi Heping, who was the head of the sect, spoke first. He looked at the long bow held by Baili Shu in his hand, sighed softly, and then turned to himself in front of everyone. The apprentice in name bent down slowly and saluted respectfully:
"you are back."
Yi Heping said softly that he no longer called Bailishu his disciple, with a respectful tone.
Not only him, everyone, all the elders also slowly bent down towards the young man who was holding a longbow and standing on the last step of the long steps, and saluted respectfully—just like the people in Tianji Valley back then. He Zhou, who was wearing the black robe of the elder Xuanli Peak, stared at the young man standing silently at the end of the long steps, and finally let go of the hand that rubbed Han Yudao.
He also bowed and saluted.
Bailishu also saw Hezhou.
He quietly watched the once proud disciple of Jiuxuan put on the black robe that symbolized the elder, restrained all his youthful arrogance, and no longer wanted to challenge him angrily.
After all, everything has changed.
The young and frivolous disciple no longer flaunted himself recklessly, and took on the responsibility of an adult. The former master bent down towards him... everything is over.
The mountain gate of Jiuxuanmen is still the same mountain gate, and the Tongtian steps of Jiuxuanmen are still the same, but the once young and vigorous young people are no longer carefree, and the truth that was once covered up has finally been completely exposed to the sun.
All the peace and noise is over.
Bailishu didn't feel cold as the wind passed by, but... felt a little sad for no reason.
He stared at Yi Heping who was saluting to him, and was silent for a long time, but he couldn't say "Master" after all.
"I am back."
For a long time, Baili Shu said softly.
He is back.
Bailishu of the eighteenth Gu family.
Bailishu remembered the first time he saw Yi Heping.
That was when he was still in Tianji Valley, not long after Su Changsu brought him back from the Cangpu Dynasty. He sat on the observatory in Tianji Valley, sitting quietly, looking down at the clouds and mist rolling between the valleys, watching the birds passing through.
Su Changsu told him that he was the head of the Baili family, named Bailishu.
Everyone should have their own name, a person without a name is nothing in the world. But Bailishu was not normal at that time. When he faced the smooth stone in Tianji Valley, when he looked at the stone, he would feel that he remembered many things, but those memories were incomplete. A picture of a person's head in severe pain.
In those pictures, he heard many people calling himself, and it seemed that he was the only one.
He wanted to remember more clearly, but couldn't remember more, and the severe headache would make him pass out. When I woke up, I couldn't remember anything. That was obviously his memory, why couldn't he remember it
At that time, Bailishu was sitting on the observatory, looking at the clouds and mists in the valley, thinking about these things.
He felt very strange.
Sometimes he is so powerful, like that day in the little ruined temple. Sitting in the temple, listening to the clash of swords and swords in the heavy rain outside, he knew that the nagging girl was going to die. He has seen many people die. To die is to lie quietly on the ground, and finally become bones, and then there is nothing left.
He looked at the "be careful in a while" written by Liu Wuyan on the ground.
He didn't want the girl who lit the fire to die just like that, that feeling was very familiar.
So he stood up, walked into the rain, and picked up the sword that was lying on the ground.
"You can't kill her."
he said softly.
It is very strange, he has been walking alone for so long, and he has also heard about cultivating immortals and martial arts, but he has obviously never practiced anything, but at that moment he did not want Liu Wuyan to be killed by those people wearing masks, he He just said it so calmly, and didn't feel that there was anything wrong. He didn't want her dead, they couldn't kill her.
There was no reason for that feeling.
When those black-armored dark guards rushed towards him, he didn't feel afraid—is he really just a boy without father and mother? Why was he able to swing the sword so naturally at that moment, just like he swung it thousands of times before, the sword light passed by, and he killed someone, but he didn't feel any fear at all.
He was so powerful back then.
But it is not always so strong, he lives in a muddle, sometimes he can do everything, sometimes he can only sit on the ground, close his eyes in pain and feel the life gradually leaving his body, feeling that he is slowly dying die.
He is very strange.
He knew it.
Bailishu felt a slight envy when watching the bird flying over the waterfall protecting the chick. What is he envious of? All the people in Tianji Valley respected him, they thought he was a great man, they looked at him with such deep respect and sadness in their eyes. In their eyes, he always felt that he should be omnipotent, at least, he should be able to undertake something.
But sometimes, it's really sad.
I can't tell anyone that I have a headache that hurts so much that I can't move my fingers, and I can't tell anyone that he wants to remember the past so much, but he can't remember anything.
He even needs someone to tell his name, he is an abnormal person.
He is not an ordinary teenager, so he can't say.
"I don't know anything, I don't remember anything."
Sitting on the observatory, he felt overwhelmed by indescribable sadness, so he finally couldn't help it, and said softly.
Suddenly there was a sigh from behind.
He turned his head to look and saw an elegant middle-aged man standing behind him with a sword on his back. He looks like a scholar, but he is standing on the observatory, with the distant sky behind him, Lingyun Lilie, but he feels like he can support the sky.
"It's our lack of consideration."
The man came over and half knelt down in front of him.
"It's something we should take on ourselves. How can we entrust it to others again and again? You don't have to think too much about it."
"I want to remember."
"Don't be in a hurry." The man sighed, "You are still a child now. Will you be my apprentice? Before you remember, I will protect you."
It is only natural for the master to protect the disciple so that you don't need to feel responsible.
He says.
Now, those who said that it was only natural for a master to protect his disciples bowed down to salute him.
Baili Shu sighed.