Under Yinglong Platform.

The merciless young master looked at the broken silk strings in a short while, and then looked at the safe and sound people around him. The anger in his heart had reached its peak. He reached out to pull the cracked strings, as if he wanted to play them again.

Suddenly a cold light penetrated his neck.

He stiffened his whole body for a moment, then fainted and stopped moving.

"This time, let's stop here." The woman in the hat said softly.

"Why?" Shang looked at the silver needle on the neck of Wuqing Gongzi and shook his head.

"Why not have that much? You never need a reason to follow the people you want to follow." The woman in the hat raised her sleeve and wiped away the blood on her face.

Shang sighed: "Is it impossible to avoid it in the end?"

"You must understand that I was a little girl too. But I am different from you." Shang walked to the back of the wheelchair, "The one who led you was the palace, and the one who led me was my brother. For him, I was willing."

"The things that Lin Guangtang accomplished are for the benefit of interests. But some things cannot be changed even if they are for the benefit of the benefit." Xie Wensheng stood up and looked at the pool of blood around him, and said lightly: "Wang Laosan, you should understand these principles."

Wang Qingfeng shook his head and did not take Xie Wensheng's words to heart.

Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of Xie Wensheng's departure.

"Sir, this trip?"

"Since the owner of Tianji Tower has no master, then I should go back and take care of Tianji Tower for the time being." Xie Wensheng raised his head, and the crane sound seemed to remain in the air.

"Mr. Always like to talk about big principles." Wang Qingfeng turned around and sat in the carriage, "I actually have a reason, I want to talk to Mr.."

"Then I'm not ashamed to ask." Xie Wensheng smiled, "What is it?"

Wang Qingfeng slowly left, "There are so many regrets in the world, and the essence of life and death is regret. If every person with sadness can be like Mr., then separation from life and death will lose its original meaning."

Xie Wensheng nodded, "I've been taught."

At this time, Emperor Jingyang slowly stepped down under the crowd of people.

"Your Majesty, where are you going?" Kong Wenliang asked carefully.

Emperor Jingyang's face was full of fatigue, "Go back to the palace." But Bai Jianyujing beside him was gone at no time.

White Horse Temple.

"It's him." Gu Jingyao looked at Yu Wei who was unconscious on the ground in shock.

Yu Jing lit three incense sticks on the incense burner in front of the Buddha statue.

"Maybe, he will have the answer you want." He lowered his head slightly, as if he was thinking.

Outside Quandu.

"I'm back here again." The woman holding the baby lifted the curtain of the carriage and looked at the scenery outside.

"I have been here for a long time, why not take a break here?" said the coachman suddenly.

The woman nodded, "Okay."

As night falls, the green clouds are on the top of the green clouds, and even the entire Yinglong Platform.

There are only two people.

Mu Kexin did not leave, but was waiting for Ling Jianqiu to open his eyes.

"Why haven't you left?" Ling Jianqiu asked with his eyes closed.

Mu Kexin replied: "Waiting for you."

Ling Jianqiu frowned, "Wait for me?"

Mu Kexin nodded, "Waiting for you to have an answer."

"What kind of answer do you want?" Ling Jianqiu opened his eyes, and a sword light flashed in his eyes.

The guest's heart hangs his head slightly.

"However, it is indeed amazing that you first came to the Cuiyun Peak to control ice and turn your master into snow feathers that day into a sword." Ling Jianqiu suddenly said, "Good sword."

Mu Kexin looked at him, but found that he had set off and was walking down Cuiyun.

"What are you still standing there? This sword is not over yet." Ling Jianqiu didn't look back.

Inn.

Gongsun Shilian and Liu Zangyue stood by the window, looking at Luo Feiyu drinking at the street table below.

"I didn't expect that the master came because of this." Liu Zangyue frowned.

"It seems that my mother guessed correctly." Gongsun Shilan nodded.

"I thought it would be troublesome enough for Junior Brother Mo, but I didn't expect that Master, he, had not let go of his past affairs." Liu Zangyue showed concern on her face: "Is it too difficult for Junior Brother?"

Gongsun Shilian shook her head, "I don't think he will think about this at all."

Liu Zangyue said, "Then what will he think?"

"Oh, there's no chance for a sword to shake the world again. Why do you meet so many people than me? Especially the damn Ling Jianqiu." Luo Feiyu raised his head and took a sip of wine, and burped, "I really don't give you any face!"

"Forget it." Luo Feiyu seemed to have drunk a little too much, so he simply got drunk.

"It's not possible in reality, it should be possible in dreams." He smacked his lips.

There was clearly no drop of wine left in the wine pot, but the fragrance of wine flowed inexplicably. If a Taoist priest who was proficient in looking at the air stood here, he would have seen a strange sight of the heat floating on Luo Feiyu's body.

However, there are no Taoist priests in this city.

"The evil disciple Xiao Haochen of Wudang has defected to the Taoist sect in accordance with the rules and is not tolerated by the Taoist sect in the world. From now on, Xiao Haochen and the Taoist sect will be enemies forever and will not be able to turn over. Killing will be without mercy!"

The appearance of the Heavenly Extremely Qing Music at the Heavenly Ceremony undoubtedly caused an uproar in the Taoist Sect. After Xiao Haochen left with the Book, almost all the Taoist Sects received instructions to chase Xiao Haochen, and they all went out to search for the whereabouts of Tianji Qing Music and Xiao Haochen. Only Wudang Mountain symbolically sent a few disciples to participate in the search.

Originally, the Taoist Sect wanted to join forces to go to Wudang where Xiao Haochen was originally located to ask for an explanation. Because Murong Haoyue, who had entered the fairyland, was sitting in the mountains, and the Heavenly Dao Zhenxuan who had traveled to the world, had recovered 80% of the mysterious power, the Taoist Sect did not dare to act rashly.

But all of this is exactly what he wants to see.

In the nameless valley, the deserted mountains and ruins the temple.

He held the whisk in his arms and sat cross-legged on the ground. The moonlight shone in through the hole in the roof, illuminating the smile on the corner of his mouth.

It’s late at night. Luoyang, the heart of the calamity.

"It's over." Jianzu restored his identity as an old tea-making man behind the bamboo curtain.

"A new chess game is coming." Mo Wendong looked at the entire chess game from the side and said Youyou.

Jianzu said in a deep voice: "A new chess game?"

"Liu Zangfeng, who has lost his immortal body, died even with the blessing of the sheath tribe's sheath blood. However, Luo Feiyu and Ling Jianqiu, who were carrying the immortal book, caused storm waves that ordinary people could not imagine at this ceremony." Mo Wendong disrupted the chessboard. "The contrast between the front and the back is so big that even the stupidest people in the martial arts world should understand how important this immortal book is to them. By then, no one dared to reject this temptation."

The sword ancestor crossed the bamboo curtain, looked at the new chess game, and smiled faintly.

Tea smoke rose up.
Chapter completed!