When he saw Jiuxuanmen's mountain gate standing on the 90,000-passed sky steps again, Bai Li raised his head and let out a long breath.
——At the moment of seeing the familiar mountain gate, inexplicable, almost fragile emotions swept over like a tide, making people almost want to shed tears.
In many cases, because of being too familiar and living in it, it is easy for people to forget what a thing means to them. Before, she lived in Jiuxuanmen, and she knew in her heart that "this is her own sect, her own Jiuxuanmen", she knew so in her heart. But just like a wanderer will be more aware of the meaning of "home" to himself when he is away, only when he witnesses the destruction of the Kyushu bank and the displacement of the elders and disciples of the Kyushu bank, will he suddenly realize that "this is his sect" , how important is it.
This is her sect, where her soul returns.
Bai Li turned his head and saw the disciples of Jiuzhou Qianzhuang who had dropped their cloaks and hoods during the teleportation, showing haggard faces, also standing blankly at the end of the Tongtian steps, looking up at the majestic mountain gate.
They were devastated, some had tears on their faces, some had no tears on their faces, but their eyes were empty.
I don't know who was the first to burst into tears. These Kyushu bank disciples who usually laughed and said that money can make gods and ghosts grind, full of bad smiles, knelt down on the ground and wailed loudly.
Without image, weeping loudly.
They followed Elder Jiang Chi, fought hard to survive time and time again, followed Elder Chen to hide their bodies and do all kinds of things they used to disdain, and they faced life and death so much when the flames of war ignited, none of them complained However, no one has ever been weak. But now, they stepped on the territory of Jiuxuanmen, they escaped from the Qi Qin Dynasty alive, and they are safe.
They began to howl.
Like a child who has lost everything, doesn't care about anything anymore, doesn't care about his image, doesn't care about his pride anymore.
Elder Jiangchi, who led them out of the bloody flames, knelt forever in the darkness behind the gate of Katsuragi City. Elder Chen, who was always laughing and joking with them, died in the flames of the phoenix. The Kyushu bank they were familiar with Now there is only a piece of ruins and broken tiles left on the land of Qi and Qin...
The howling cries were torn by the strong wind on the top of the long steps, and were shredded and rolled towards the vast mountains in all directions. In this indifferent cry, the mountains also seemed sad.
With the changes in the Qingming Pagoda, forcibly tearing open the space and leading so many people across tens of thousands of miles to return to the Jiuxuanmen, the faces of the veterans of the Jiuxuanmen who made the move also showed tired expressions. Elder Qin was covered in blood and his white hair was disheveled. He was holding a knife, and his face was as hard as a stone statue. No one urged, no one laughed, and everyone quietly and sadly looked at the Kyushu Bank disciples who were kneeling on the ground and crying loudly.
— Kyushu bank, immortal.
Elder Chen's furious roar when he jumped up at the end lingered in Bai Li's mind. The thunderous roar seemed to be sent out from the exhaustion of his soul.
Bai Li clenched his swords subconsciously. She exerted so much strength that her arms were trembling slightly, and the veins on the back of her hands collapsed. Her Jiuxuanmen, the Jiuxuanmen is still safe... If anyone wants to destroy it, she will...
Who did she kill!
The field of vision gradually blurred. In Katsuragi, most of the impact of the final battle was borne by the three elders, but facing Hao Gu's majesty, the pressure these disciples endured was no small matter. All the way, in fact, all the disciples have been exhausted.
Tiredness hit like a tide, and the cries in his ears were mixed together. Bai Li looked up at the mountain gate and stood motionless.
In a daze, someone ran over and grabbed her hand.
——It was her sister and sister from Xuanshuang Peak.
Just like a long time ago, when she exhausted all her strength to climb the last level of Tongtian Step and was about to kneel down from exhaustion, Senior Sister Jun came to hold her back.
"I am back."
Bai Li let the other party hold her, and led her into the mountain gate, she said softly.
came back.
Jiuxuanmen is such a place for her! It is a place where you can say "I'm back", let go of all your fatigue, and guard with your life.
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"How many times have I said that you are not here to drink."
Yi Heping walked over among the neatly arranged stone monuments, carrying the clay pot.
Elder Qin sat on the ground with no majesty and image. He was still wearing the blood-stained black robe with sword marks. The specially treated and inconspicuous long knife was placed on the ground beside it, and the wine jars were scattered all over the floor beside it. He leaned on He Qingchuan's tombstone, next to Guan Zhiyu's tombstone.
When Yi Heping walked over, Elder Qin didn't raise his eyes, and still shook his head with his head down, shaking the wine jar in his hand.
When sitting here, Elder Qin always had an illusion, as if the elder sister and He Qingchuan were still by his side, they were still the disciples who fought and fought on the main peak of Jiuxuanmen and disliked each other and provoked each other. As far as the tempers of He Qingchuan and Elder Qin were concerned, at that time, their relationship was definitely not amicable, and fighting in private was simply commonplace. Guan Zhiyu saw that they had passed the fight, so he slapped each of them on the back, and then brought them up one by one, slapped the wine jar and said, "Drink, drink."
In the past, when Elder Qin was drunk here, looking at Guan Zhiyu's tombstone, he felt that Elder Sister was still by his side. Now when he was leaning on He Qingchuan's stubborn tombstone, he also felt that He Qingchuan's stubborn guy was still there.
However, it is only an illusion after all.
A tombstone is still a tombstone, the dead will never come back, and the laughing and drinking together only exists in the memory.
"I'll drink with them." Elder Qin shook the wine jar, "You don't drink, and I don't come to drink with the two of them. Who will drink with them?"
"Jiang Chi and Chen Zhang are both dead."
Yi Heping didn't care that Elder Qin was so rude, he put down the pottery altar and sat down cross-legged.
Elder Qin took the pottery altar he had brought over and patted it away.
Yi Heping said, this is not a place for Elder Qin to drink. But he was also the one who brought the wine. Elder Qin hates his way of saying something like that when he clearly thinks something different in his heart. When they were drinking, Yi Heping did the same, saying that they shouldn't drink too much, but in fact he knew exactly what kind of wine tasted best, and where there were spiritual springs that could make good shochu.
When did Yi Heping stop drinking
Probably after the elder sister died.
Guan Zhiyu stayed at Jingling Terrace and never came back, so Yi Heping became their senior brother. So it seemed like overnight, Yi Heping changed, he no longer drank, no longer fought with them, and no longer occasionally laughed unscrupulously.
As for Yi Heping who later became the head of the sect, Elder Qin always looked at him as if he had been punched in the face, smashing away the smile that hid everything under gentleness.
Everyone is of the same generation, and the teacher came from the same school. Is it remarkable that he is a senior brother? He looked like he had taken a lot of responsibilities and kept a lot of things from them... Who the hell needs his protection
Yi Heping let him ridicule, looked at Guan Zhiyu's tombstone calmly, and did not speak.
Not only Elder Qin knew Jiang Chi, but he also knew him.
They are a generation, but what good is that? Yi Heping watched the people he knew and was familiar with die one by one. The dead have fulfilled their duties, and the living will continue to shoulder their mission. In fact, Yi Heping also wanted to be like He Qingchuan, draw out his sword with all his heart, and die like a man with all his heart.
But he can't.
He is a brother.
So these words rolled in Yi Heping's mind, but he didn't say it. He asked another thing: "Where's the thing?"
Elder Qin snorted coldly, took out an ancient scroll made of unknown animal skin from the Najie, and threw it to Yi Heping.
After catching it, Yi Heping unfolded the ancient scroll.
—The map of the Twelve Dynasties is drawn on the ancient scroll, among which the areas of the Jin and Tang Dynasties are marked with dots and dots. Those markings are mostly distributed in the southern area of the Jintang Dynasty. Judging from the marked locations, they are obviously distributed in the locations of some Qingming Pagodas in the Jintang territory.
Yi Heping passed the marked Qingming Pagoda one by one, his face gradually became serious.
"Are they planning to repeat the old trick?"
Yi Heping said in a low voice.
"I also took a trip at the border between the Cangpu Dynasty and the Jintang Dynasty. The elixir of the Cangpu Dynasty flowed to the Qiqin Dynasty through the Jintang Dynasty. When dealing with the Kyushu Bank, the poison used by Qiqin contained Among these elixir." Elder Qin said lightly, "What are you going to do now?"
"Let the disciples of Fenzhuang begin to retreat."
Yi Heping sighed for a long time, as if he had made up his mind.
"Leave part of it, keep it on the surface, and the rest... let's go back."
"Then what are you going to do with those people left behind?" Elder Qin raised his eyebrows and was about to get angry.
Yi Heping looked at him calmly, and said, "I don't want my disciples of Jiuxuanmen to be like those disciples of Jiuzhou Qianzhuang."
Elder Qin paused for a moment, and said nothing, he threw a dozen bronze medals—bronze medals issued by the Qi and Qin Dynasty to the cultivators who took refuge—to Yi Heping.
After breaking Ji Wu's barrier, Elder Qin also brought back the dozen or so bronze medals.
"Qi Qin is using this thing." Elder Qin squinted at Yi Heping, "Give them another three hundred years, and they shouldn't be able to research this thing. It shouldn't be able to be manufactured in large quantities like it is now. At this point, shouldn't you say something?"
Yi Heping caught the bronze medal, and his index finger brushed over the inscription on the board.