As the sword ancestor put down his concern and decided to fulfill his promise and enter the sword tomb, and Luo Feiyu killed Gu Jingyao on Junshan, it seemed that they were confirming those speculations about the past. After twenty-two years, the search for the celestial guest finally became unjust.

"Master, have he ever regretted it?" Liu Zangyue looked at the sword ancestor's back as he gradually moved away.

Xie Wensheng narrowed his eyes slightly and stared, "Although he has been talking about regret for the past few years, if he was allowed to go back to that year, he would definitely do what they wanted with his beloved girl."

Quandu, Qinglian Town.

"Don't you say goodbye?" Mu Kexin asked.

Ling Jianqiu shook his head, "I won't go."

"Why? I'm afraid it's hard to see you again this farewell." Mu Kexin sighed.

"When I do that, it's the best farewell." Ling Jianqiu poured the cup of tea in his hand on the ground in the direction of Quandu.

Mu Ke thought to himself, "Where are you going next?"

Ling Jianqiu stood up.

"Go back to Loulan."

"Loulan." In the dark palace, Emperor Cheng Xuan, who had just ascended the throne for less than a few months, was looking at the map on the table. Finally, he stopped his fingertips to the west.

It is a country with no territory.

“What a fun place.”

In the sunset pavilion in Luoyang, Bai Chengzhou, who was wearing pink and beautiful clothes, put three incense sticks on the spiritual tablet and prepared to be released.

"Why do you feel like you've been singing operas recently?" Luo Ji appeared in front of him.

"Where is in the world, who is not in the play?" Bai Chengzhou shook his head.

"Not only did you set up the stage yourself, but you were so diligent in the play." Luo Ji was timid, "It's not like your usual style."

"Because, I can finally sing their story." Bai Chengzhou smiled.

Luo Ji lowered his head and looked at the exquisite half mask in Bai Chengzhou's hand.

It seemed like I could see the woman wearing a mask back then.

Bai Chengzhou asked back, "Isn't it worth it?"

"This is a story that has been accumulated for twenty-two years." Luo Ji made way out with respect, "How dare I comment on it?"

Bai Chengzhou carefully put on a mask and prepared to go on stage.

"I just don't know when my story will be sung." He whispered.

The Taoist Sect in the world, without exception, has been covered with mourning for several months.

"Master, who are we tribute to?" A young Taoist priest looked at the elders in the mountains who were all absent around him. Even the older generation of heavenly masters who had been in seclusion for many years attended the meeting and asked.

But I can't wait for the answer.

He turned his head, but strangely discovered that the master's immortal bone that had been standing upright for a lifetime had knocked deeply at this moment and could not get up.

Unlike other Taoist sects, Wudang Mountain held the most grand event in history.

On the golden plate, the little Taoist boy Mo Haochen took over the Zixiao whisk from Qingyin and became the head of Wudang Mountain.

In the Haoyue Pavilion full of plum blossoms, Su Nansheng and Murong Haoyue, who were kept in the dark, fell asleep in satisfaction after drinking.

Murong Haoyue had to put on the red carpet for Su Nansheng, and then came to the window with a wine glass.

It was clear that autumn had just begun, but Wudang Mountain ushered in heavy snow.

Snowflakes floated into the cup, causing ripples for a long time.

Murong Haoyue looked at the snowflakes in the wine and suddenly remembered a snowy day many years ago, and remembered that she was still Taoist boys at that time.

"Senior brother, guess what I found?" Xiao Haochen put his hands behind his back and interrupted Murong Haoyue who was practicing swords in the cold.

Murong Haoyue didn't guess, "What is it?"

"It was a pot of flower wine that the master stole!" Xiao Haochen smiled and took out an exquisite small wine bottle from behind.

"You want to be scolded again." Murong Haoyue shook her head.

"Don't worry, it's cold today, let's warm up first." Xiao Haochen opened the wine pot, "Senior brother, do you drink it?"

Murong Haoyue said lightly: "You can try it."

But Xiao Haochen took a big mouthful and made a face at Murong Haoyue.

"I won't give you a drink!"

Murong Haoyue withdrew her thoughts and looked at the heavy snow outside from afar.

As he said, as he did.

As much autumn rain falls, there will be many spring flowers on the branches.

And his drift.

It will definitely make this world bloom with flowers.

In the unknown mountain, Yan Jingchen, wearing a golden robe, was looking at the plum blossom in his hand.

It was the one Su Nansheng sent from Wudang Mountain.

He looked at it for a long time and held the plum blossoms tightly in his palm, as if he had been determined what he wanted to do.

"Since you've got the results."

"Then I will definitely find the integrity of Mu Huai." Yan Jingchen looked up and looked west.

Yumen.

"Some things, even if you bow your head and admit your mistakes, will not be able to be saved." Mo Wendong, wearing a silver robe, stood among the wind and sand, looking at the dry forest in front of him.

Who would have thought that this dead forest once gave birth to the most beautiful and prosperous peach blossoms in the world.

"I don't want those beauty to live only in my dreams. So." Mo Wendong's eyes suddenly showed fierceness, "Just use your flesh and blood to dye this peach blossom red again."

Ren Shaohua also took Liu Yili back to his hometown and searched for famous doctors everywhere, but it was still useless.

As if it was in line with the test that Liu Yili's eyes might never be cured.

But they did not take this matter seriously, but instead traveled in the south of the Yangtze River like a traveler. After passing by for seven years, they finally brought about the peaceful and peaceful time at this moment.

But one day, they settled in the teahouse and heard the storyteller's throat clear and the awakening wood slapped, and the momentum was astonishing as the rainbow.

But it made Ren Shaohua feel like a different life.

Because, the storyteller was already telling Luo Feiyu's story.

Chang'an, Sword Artillery Tower.

Luo Feiyu sat in the pile of wine jars on the rooftop. He was drunk and wanted to sleep and woke up again. He drank from morning to sunset, and from dusk to the sky.

But after waking up one after another, I can never change everything at all.

When he wanted to unveil the wine seal, he had another hand to take the lead and snatch the wine jar.

Luo Feiyu raised his head, but saw Gongsun Shilian picking up the wine jar and taking a big sip, then leaning quietly on his shoulder.

"There will always be someone leaving in this world."

"Ruyi is here to welcome the sword ancestor and enter the sword tomb." In front of the Wanjian Dead Tomb, the owner of Wannian Cave Dongfang Ruyi bowed.

The sword ancestor walked past her, "Let him wait for a long time."

Dongfang Ruyi shook her head, "It's not just him."

"Yes." Jianzu lowered his head and smiled, then stepped into the dead tomb.

"You are here." Dongfang Wuya in the tomb opened his eyes.

The sword ancestor nodded.

"Since you are here, say goodbye to your world." Dongfang Wuya said softly.

Jianzu shook his head and smiled, and walked down the steps.

"Today I will only talk about reunion, not goodbye."
Chapter completed!