The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

A month later.

impermanent town.

"Take a look and take a look."

The hawker's sloppy shouts flowed in the sun. He shook the flower drum in his hand and walked through the streets and alleys with a bamboo pole.

"God of Night Tour, God of Night Tour—[-] coins a piece. In the past, Elder Yuheng personally created mechas to ward off evil spirits and suppress disasters. Children and old people are innocent. Come, come, don't miss it when you pass by."

Old straw sandals step on the bluestone road, and the shadow of the peddler is dragged for a long time. There are children running past happily, holding candied haws or paper kites in their hands.

Suddenly, a girl with shofar braids grabbed the peddler by the corner of his clothes: "Uncle, I want to buy a Night God."

The peddler put down his burden and picked out a mahogany lacquered one: "Hey, does this look good?"

The girl nodded again and again: "Looks good! This is the only one!" As if afraid of being snatched by others, she hurriedly hugged the body armor that was about the same height as herself, and then struggled to pull out the copper plate from her pocket with one hand.

The copper plates come and go, but there are three coins missing.

The girl was a little anxious: "Oh, I ran too fast, did I fall out on the road?"

As she spoke, she rummaged through the pocket again, and the patched bottom was turned upside down, but there was still only 27 Wen.The little girl couldn't help panicking, her eyes were red: "Big brother, it's gone, that's all, can you just sell it to me like this?"

The peddler was also in a dilemma, rubbing his dirty hands: "Girl, I already spent 25 Wen when I bought this Ye Youshen from a Taoist. It’s been a day, and it’s not even enough to pay for a meal.”

"Then what should I do." The girl began to wipe her tears, "When I get home, my father is going to scold me again, woo woo..."

Just as she was crying hard, someone suddenly came over and blocked the sunlight behind the girl.

"Brother, take care of these pieces of silver."

A gentle and elegant voice sounded, and the girl raised her head in a daze when she heard the sound. She first saw a hand wearing a snow silk wristband, and then moved her gaze upwards to meet her eyes, which were as green as emeralds. It looks softer in the morning light.

Mei Hanxue smiled softly: "The little girl is so beautiful, how can she cry for three pennies?"

"Ah..." The girl was stunned.

Mei Hanxue squatted down, trying to be as flush with her as possible, and then handed the peach-red night tour god that had just been taken back by the hawker to her arms again, with crooked eyebrows: "It's hard to buy beautiful tears, and the tears of girls are the most valuable." , don’t cry over this little thing next time, huh?”

Next to him came another man with a mediocre face and wearing a straw hat. His eyes were beautiful, emerald color, but they were as cold as emeralds, and there was no warmth at first glance.

The man frowned and said, "You're almost done. She looks like five or six years old."

Mei Hanxue stood up with a smile: "Brother, you are so boring, beauty is regardless of age. Up to eighty-year-old woman, down to five-year-old children, ring fat, swallows and thin, each has its own beauty, you have to learn to praise them .That's how... Hey, why did you run away?"

His elder brother Mei Hanxue didn't want to talk to him at all, so he turned around and left.

This time, the Mei brothers went to Sichuan to congratulate the redistribution of the Peak of Death and Life under the order of Mingyuelou, the owner of the Snow-Treading Palace.Thanks to Mrs. Wang who protected the members of the sect back then, now that the catastrophe has subsided, the elders and disciples have not suffered much loss, and their strength is still preserved.

In this way, in the reshuffled comprehension world, the peak of death and life has jumped to the top three, and it is no longer the appearance of being poor and at the mercy of others.

"Mr. Mei, the lord is waiting for you two at Wujianping."

At this time, it was the morning practice time of the Peak of Death and Life, and most of the disciples were practicing in the school grounds. The Wujianping Ping was empty and quiet, and there was only one man in a fine attire standing in front of the white jade railing with his hands behind his back, looking at the hazel world surrounded by clouds and peaks at the foot of the mountain. .

Mei Hanxue and her eldest brother walked over, stepping on the newly repaired green grass, making rustling noises.

Hearing the movement, the man didn't look back, but sighed: "Come?"

"coming."

"I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Mei Hanxue couldn't help laughing out loud: "Ziming, why do you talk like this."

The man turned around, it was indeed Xue Meng, he was still so handsome that his eyebrows were almost extravagant, and there were still some immature youths in his face. When he saw the Mei brothers, the tension between his eyebrows and eyes slightly collapsed. There was a trace of bewilderment and innocence in the eyes that belonged to the past.

"Oh, you don't know, I'm really exhausted these days."

Xue Meng saw that there was no one around, and the Mei family brothers did not bring other followers, so he immediately relaxed and let out a long breath.

"Elder Xuanji told me the rules and etiquette seventeen or eight times a day. Where did I learn this before? Now I don't even know how to speak human words, and I always speak three or two words. Elder Xuanji told me, That's called brevity..."

Mei Hanxue couldn't help covering her mouth with her hands: "Puff... cough cough."

Xue Meng glanced at him, and said impatiently: "Laugh if you want to laugh, don't pretend to cough."

Mr. Mei Hanxue Pianpian said gently, "No, no, how can you make fun of Venerable Xue."

"Don't call me that." Xue Meng wrinkled his nose, "I've had enough."

Still as calm as a big brother, Mei Hanxue said: "Be patient, from now on, you will have to bear it for the rest of your life."

"..." Xue Meng simply turned his head and looked at the clouds on the top of the mountain, "You are really successful, this is the most frustrating sentence I have heard since I succeeded."

Mei Hanxue: "..."

Xue Meng added another sentence: "There is no one."

"Hahaha." This time Mei Hanxue really slapped his legs and laughed. He smiled for a moment and said to Xue Meng, "Actually, when you are the head, you don't have to have so many rules, right? You see Jiang Xi in Lonely Moonlit Night - he lives so freely."

It’s okay not to mention it, but when it is mentioned, Xue Meng’s relaxed back tightened again.

In a place that no one else could see, under the luxurious gold silk embroidered wide sleeves, his ten fingers could not help but clenched tightly, feeling extremely uncomfortable in his heart.

In fact, he just went to Gu Yue Ye a few days ago.

During the battle, Jiang Xi was seriously injured, thanks to the many panaceas he sent, and the disciples were all proficient in medicine, so it was easy to save his life.But although his life was saved, his health was no longer what it used to be. What was even more disturbing was that Jiang Xi had been infested by the devil energy, and his body had undergone some changes.

"What will happen?" At that time, Xue Meng stood outside Jiang Xi's room door and asked Gu Yueye's elder who served medicine.

The elder servant Yao replied: "It's hard to say. The magic gate has not been opened for tens of millions of years, so there is no record in the world about if a monk is infected with magic energy. At present, it seems that the Lord is fine for the time being, but it is not clear. What will happen to him in the future..."

Xue Meng's eyes were gloomy, and he took another look into the room.

The bi-color gauze curtains were layered one after another, back and forth three times, covering the entrance, not to mention Jiang Xi's appearance at the moment, even the layout of Gu Yueye's head bedroom was unclear from the outside.

"Can it be cured?"

The elder shook his head and said, "I'm afraid it will be difficult."

"..."

The anxiety in his heart became more and more obvious, Xue Meng closed his eyes and said: "If you need anything, you can come to the top of death and life to find me at any time."

Although the elder didn't know what happened between Xue Meng and Jiang Xi, he was also vaguely aware of the subtle relationship between the two, so he bowed kindly: "So, I will thank the head of Xue first."

Xue Meng waved his hand, and then turned his gaze to the deep curtain curtain.

In fact, he really wanted to go in and have a look at Jiang Xi, but the place where the leader of the faction sleeps is probably even more mysterious than a deep boudoir, how can others easily step in.What's more, Jiang Xi hasn't woken up yet, and the others in Gu Yueye can't make the decision to let him in.Xue Meng really didn't know what else to say, so he frowned and said: "Xuehuang, the head of Jiang, I have returned to the elder Fengjian of your sect. Remember to tell him when the time comes."

"Yes." After a pause, seeing that Xue Meng hesitated to speak, the elder asked, "Dare to ask the head of Xue what else to order?"

"...Forget it, it's okay. I'm leaving."

The elder was very polite: "Thank you, Master Xue, for coming here in person."

Although Xue Meng had a lot of quarrels with Jiang Xi before, it was when he was the young master.Now that he has become the head of the sect, Gu Yueye's people will naturally not neglect without reason.

Several elders and medical officers accompanied him down the Fuyao Hall where the green tiles are flying. The lonely moon night has spiritual power flowing all year round, so the flowers bloom regardless of the season.Xue Meng looked sideways and saw that although Linling Island was covered with light snow, it was still full of beautiful flowers in the cold, especially Du Ruo, and he didn't know what it was like in his heart.

He walked down the flight slowly, the planks creaking underfoot.

Suddenly, the eaves-horned animal-headed copper bell was so long, Xue Meng raised his eyes, and saw a young man of his own age coming towards him with two rows of sabers at the corner.The young man had extremely handsome eyebrows and broad shoulders, and his face exuded an indescribable softness and vigor in the morning light.

Even if Xue Meng's eyes were higher than the top, he couldn't help looking at him several times.

"Master Xue."

Meeting each other on a narrow road, the young man stopped first and saluted, being upright but not humble.

"..." Xue Meng stopped, "This is..."

"Oh, this is the lord's close attendant. Over the years, he has helped the lord to take care of Gu Yueye's internal affairs. He doesn't often show his face, but he is highly valued by the master." The elder laughed, and it was obvious that he had some feelings for this young man. fear.

Xue Meng said "um" indifferently.

After the young man saluted, he saw that the other party was still staring at him, so he raised his head and smiled.

At this distance, as soon as he raised his head, Xue Meng could see him clearly and carefully. Although Xue Meng never paid too much attention to the appearance of others, he still noticed the outstanding appearance of the young man, especially those eyes, which were bright and gentle. It seems to light up countless stars.

What an unforgettable face.

Xue Meng narrowed his eyes and looked at the other person's appearance more and more harshly, even trying to find some flaws to compare him with.But after looking back and forth many times, there was still no result.

He's stunningly handsome.Young, introverted, with mild eyebrows and eyes, tall and tall, with very delicate skin, it even seems to be emitting a faint light——

Such a good young man should be on the list of young heroes in the cultivation world, instead of being oppressed and working hard as a coolie in the depths of the lonely moon night.

Xue Meng thought dryly.

The pearl is dusty, and Jiang Yechen is really nothing.

The great young man was stared at by Xue Meng without blinking, feeling a little uncomfortable.But he still asked politely and gently: "Master Xue, what's the matter?"

Xue Meng came back to his senses: "...No, nothing."

But he still stared at him unabashedly.

At the first level of close servant, although he is highly valued, he has no status.

If Xue Meng didn't open his mouth to ask, the other party would not tell his name, which would be humiliating.

On the other hand, Elder Shi Yao is flexible. Seeing that Xue Meng was curious about this young man, he introduced with a smile: "Master Xue doesn't look at him as young, but in fact, Lin Lingyu has everything that matters, and he takes care of everything very well. Sometimes let us These elders are all ashamed."

The young man bit his lower lip, blushing slightly, and said embarrassedly: "The elder praised it."

Xue Meng looked at him back and forth, becoming more and more curious about this person.Suddenly he caught a glimpse of the entourage behind him carrying a lacquered wooden tray, thought for a while, and asked, "Are you going to Jiang Xi's place?"

"Well." I didn't expect Xue Meng to call his head's name directly. The young man was slightly stunned, but he quickly nodded with a smile.

This is a good opportunity, if he expresses that he also wants to accompany him to have a look, the other party should not refuse.In this way, he can enter Jiang Xi's bedroom in a grand manner, and take a look at what that idiot has become.

Xue Meng cleared his throat, and just as he was about to speak, he heard the young man say softly.

"I'm going to deliver medicine to my adoptive father."

Xue Meng was stunned for a moment, then his face sank: "...what?"

Elder Si Yao hurriedly said: "Sorry, I almost forgot to mention that he is still the adopted son of the head of Jiang."

Xue Meng: "........."

After a while, I saw a few elders following the ashen-faced Xue Meng under the flying corridor of Fuyao Hall, nervously saying for some reason:

"Huh? Master Xue?"

"Master Xue, what's wrong with you?"

"Is there something uncomfortable?"

The newly-appointed Master of the Peak of Death and Life had a gloomy expression on his face, and the wooden steps rattled as he walked on the soles of his iron-covered boots.He gritted his teeth and his face was as muddy - of course he didn't care whether Jiang Xi had any kittens or dogs, what did it matter to him?He's just tired of Jiang Xi, who obviously has a capable son in the faction, but still wants to earn sympathy from outsiders with a hypocritical appearance of "a lonely family and a widow without a companion".

shameless! !It's disgusting!

Mei Hanxue saw that there was something strange on his face, and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing." Xue Meng said, "Suddenly thought of an irrelevant person."

He didn't want to mention anything related to Jiang Xi, so he changed the subject and chatted for a while, then went to the ancestral hall at the pinnacle of death and life with the Mei family brothers, and put incense sticks on the heroes who passed away in the past.

Entering the ancestral hall, Mei Hanxue found that there was a very special spiritual tablet on the side of the altar, which was covered by a red scarf, and the words below could not be seen.

"This is where the ink burns."

"..."

The expression on Xue Meng's face was faint, making it impossible to guess his thoughts: "Others said he was dead, but I don't think so. After the war ended that day, I saw the master descending Kunlun Mountain... He obviously wanted to die. Where to go, I just don’t want to take others with me.”

As he spoke, he pursed his lips and lowered his eyelashes: "Anyway, I don't believe he just disappeared like this."

"Xue Meng..."

Xue Meng turned his head away and looked at the sky outside the door: "That dog Mo Ran has been doing his own way since he was a child, and he doesn't act according to common sense."

"..."

"I know it's the same this time."

Hearing what he said, Mei Hanxue couldn't help but sighed, but she didn't intend to refute anything.

The Mei family brothers kowtowed to the Engong couple, while Xue Meng stood by, eyes closed, without saying anything.

After the ceremony, Mei Hanxue got up and patted him on the shoulder.

"Ziming, you will be a good leader."

Xue Mengshu opened his eyes, and glanced at the spirit tablet with black and white characters.The incense was lit, and the ashes were scattered. In the light blue smoke, Xue Meng looked at his father's tablet and said calmly: "It won't be better than him."

"..."

"gone."

Xue Meng waved his hand, turned and left.

In the solemn and solemn ancestral hall, the posthumous name of the deceased was not written on the small lacquered wood according to the rules. The brothers of the Mei family glanced at each other, sighed, and followed Xue Meng's footsteps.

A pinch of incense ash fell.

The young people have gone far away, but the three pillars of incense they left behind are still burning on the black altar.Behind the faint light spot, the wooden sign is carved with Xue Meng's handwriting:

Father's grace is irreplaceable,

Loyalty is beyond reach.

At the bottom of the tablet is another ironic four-character inscription.But the brothers of the Mei family know that Xue Meng also knows that if Xue Zhengyi is in the spirit of heaven, he will definitely laugh out loud when he sees these four words.

The ever-burning lamp is flickering, illuminating the handsome cursive script, which was developed by Xue Zhengyi's pen and ink, and every stroke is the casual romance.

-

Xue Lang is very beautiful.

That night, the Peak of Death and Life hosted a banquet for the envoys from the Snow Palace.

Due to the deep friendship between the two factions, this is considered a private feast, and no outsiders are allowed to watch it.But even so, rumors still flowed out.

According to folklore, the newly appointed Venerable Master Xue was a little too drunk to find his way after three cups of light wine.Head Xue likes to mutter when he is drunk, and he muttered a lot that day, crying about his parents, resenting his elder brother, muttering about Master, and recognizing the servants around him as Teacher ignorant.

That day, his mouth was full of their names upside down.

But none of those old friends came except Mei Hanxue.

In the depths of drunkenness, amidst the lights, he leaned on the table with his arms pillowed on his head, and looked at Meng Potang from his arms.

For a moment, he saw the mingling of cups and cups, full of excitement and joy.

In the crowd, Xue Zhengyi and Mrs. Wang toasted, and the left and right Shimei and Mo Ran were making dumplings—then the surroundings became silent, and everyone turned their heads to see Elder Yuheng wearing a bright red cloak outside the snowy house, rustling Shaking off the snowflakes on the oil-paper umbrella, he walked towards them.

"My lord, you are drunk."

Someone was calling him in the ear, but Xue Meng didn't respond.

Then someone sighed and put cold clothes on him, but he didn't know who that person was, Elder Xuanji or Elder Tanlang, or someone else.

Later, the man patted his head and said, "Young master, you are drunk."

He answered vaguely, but tears streamed down his face, and he curled his head into his arms.At this time, the night was late, the cups and plates were messed up, and the mood was waning. Xue Meng didn't say much later, and he didn't pull anyone to cry anymore—he was trying his best to grow into a father quickly.

Maybe in another year, he won't be so easily drunk.In a few more years, even if he is drunk, he will stop talking nonsense.In the end, probably no one can easily see the tears of Xue Ziming, the pinnacle of life and death.

Slowly, he will become a tree supporting Shuzhong and even the entire cultivation world.Those years of wanton crying and drinking, one day, will all become the past that Venerable Xue smiled when chatting with his juniors.

Generations of people have passed like this. When Xue Meng gets old, the past that belongs to their generation will be mentioned in future generations, but no one will be familiar with it.

Those youthful years may eventually fade away lightly, and finally become a sentence on Xue Meng's folding fan, "Xue Lang is very beautiful".

A few days after the Mei brothers returned to Treading Snow Palace, the cultivation world announced an important news.

"Kunlun Snow Palace will become an ally with the Peak of Death and Life after New Year's Eve. The two factions will work together, regardless of whether they are in the upper or lower realms, but hope that Haiyan, Heqing, and the people will be peaceful. The head of Mingyue Tower and the head of Xue Ziming, together The world, to prove the loyalty."

As soon as Zhaowen came out, waves swept through thousands of layers.

Some people applaud, some people don't know why, and some people are silent - they can see that this new agreement may shake the entire world in the next ten, twenty years, or even sooner.The so-called upper cultivation realm and lower cultivation realm probably will gradually blur the boundaries.

"Is this a good thing?" After dinner, someone asked curiously.

His companion took a sip of Xuedi Lengxiang from the bowl, shook his head and said, "Who knows what will happen in the future? In the past, Nangong Changying gathered nine sects to form the Upper Cultivation Realm, and wanted to make the place ruled by these sects a Didn’t everyone praise Xanadu, but the result is not satisfactory. It seems that whether a decision is wise or not, we still have to leave it to time to prove it..."

"Ah, yes."

"But at least for the time being, there will be no more one-word-tang incidents. Gu Yueye should be no match for the combined forces of the Snow Palace and the Peak of Death and Life."

"It's not certain, according to Jiang Xi's temper that refuses to be inferior to others..."

"Forget it, forget it, what to do with so much. Let's take one step at a time. It's important for us to live our own lives well.... Well, this snake gall is good for fried melon seeds." The tea guest raised his voice and yelled outside the bamboo curtain , "Miss Boss, another catty!"

From winter to spring, most of the scars in China are slowly healing, and the villages and towns that were once destroyed by the war are being repaired with the support of various sects.

There have been people who have lost faith in the dark, but fortunately, people's hearts are not static.

Maybe one day, there will be shouts in the silence, and sparks in the abyss.Those who applaud blindly will stop, those who shrink back will speak, those who are moderate will stand up when threats come, and those who refute will stand up in the face of lies.

Everything is reincarnated, and a new city is built on the ruins.However, right and wrong, good and evil are still not so clear.

But that's okay, people may never really understand anything thoroughly, not even fully understand themselves.

A simple example -

You have eyes, but do you really see your own face directly?

"Okay! Let's do it again!!"

In the old land of Linyi, under the old locust tree, a storytelling story is finished again.

"Chu Xianzun is really a good person..." The old woman wiped her tears, "I don't know where he is now..."

"Mo Xianzun is really wronged... oh..."

Another half-grown little girl smashed the candied haws skewers in her hand, her eyes were dark and her face was full of tears.She was sobbing, and suddenly turned her head to her companion beside her and said, "Woo, I don't like the story of Brother Nangong and Sister Ye."

Her companion was stunned: "Why?"

The girl wiped her tears and said, "They're all dead."

The boy muttered: "Ye Wangxi is not dead..."

The girl cried even worse: "You don't understand, you boys are stupid, she must be more uncomfortable than dying, woo woo woo..."

The boy was a little at a loss because of her crying more and more fiercely, scratched his head beside him for a long time, and said: "Oh, don't cry, how about it, let's play house? I will be Nangong Si, You come to be Ye Wangxi, let's make up the story ourselves... Oh, stop crying, stop crying."

In order to make his little friend happy, the boy picked a palm-sized leaf to cover half of the little girl's face.

"Then, take your hijab, let's come to worship and get married~"

The little girl blinked and smiled through tears.

It turns out that pain can be rewritten in the eyes of a naive child.Everything will gradually become easier, and their love and hatred will gradually become legends in the world, and they will be told by storytellers one after another under the old locust tree.

With the ups and downs of your life, the honor and disgrace of life and death, the spectators will cry two or three times, and the house will be full of applause.

The little girl and the little hairy boy are covering the leaves to pray for marriage, childhood sweethearts, they only have each other in their eyes, and they yelled sweetly:

"Worship the heavens and the earth-"

"Second worship high hall-"

Walking under the old locust tree was a Taoist priest dressed in black with a beautiful face and an old quiver that had faded away from his waist. There was no arrow in the quiver.

The war is over, and the world is peaceful.

Inside the quiver embroidered with colorful flowers, curled up a little milk dog with golden claws, whining and gazing at the outside world.

The Taoist priest in black stood under the tree, watching the two little dolls play house with half a smile, suddenly remembered something, walked over, and handed the little girl a red handkerchief.

"Hey?" The girl was startled, "What is this? Who are you?"

The Taoist priest in black didn't answer, but only smiled and said: "There is no one who is married with a leaf, come, this is for you."

The handkerchief is a bit worn, but soft and of a fine texture.

There is a word "Si" embroidered on the corner. It is an old thing from many years ago, and it is a little damaged. This is what Nangong Si took out to wipe her tears when she was scared to cry in the illusion.

The little girl took the handkerchief and looked around, suddenly smiling like a flower.

She raised her head and said, "Thank you sister."

"..."

The Taoist priest in black froze for a moment, and then some stars and light shone in his eyes.

After so many years, not many people can recognize her as a girl at a glance, not to mention that there is a voice-changing spell that can never be broken.

This little guy is really poisonous to the eyes.

She shook her head with a smile, straightened up, and patted Nao Baijin's plush head in her quiver: "Let's go, what are you looking at?"

Nao Baijin: "Aww!"

The wind is blowing, and the leaves of the pagoda trees are rustling.

The storyteller was talking about the excerpts, and was talking about the Battle of Jiaoshan. Nangong Si threw himself into the blood pond to suppress the evil spirits, and everyone wept.

She didn't cry any more, she straightened her back, and walked towards the distant mountain alone, the sweet and childish voices of the little girl and the little boy sounded behind her.

"Husband and wife greet each other—"

She just walked out of the shade of the pagoda tree at this time, and the dazzling sunlight came in. For some reason, she smiled so much that she rolled her eyes, and her heart was full of joy and sweetness.

Childhood was an excellent time in her life, she thought, and it was so easy to make vows to each other.

After walking for a while, suddenly there was the sound of footsteps from the little guy: "Big sister! Your handkerchief!"

She didn't look back, and waved her hand in relief, looking like a hero.

Nao Baijin opened a pair of round eyes and looked at her blankly, as if asking her: "That's what Ah Si left behind, don't you want it?"

She laughed, her eyes were gentle: "No."

As she said that, she turned her eyes to Zhenzhen's vast pasture, where everything was born in spring, and then she was not surprised to see Nangong Si standing beside her, still with rebellious eyes.

A little arrogant, but also a little calm.

"I know you're here," she said.

The phantom of Nangong Si also frowned, as if scolding him.

She said gently: "Don't be angry. They worshiped the church and lacked a hijab."

"..."

"So I gave them your handkerchief."

Nangong Si was still not very happy.

"A handkerchief for a good marriage, just laugh."

The sun was shining golden, Nangong Si smiled reluctantly, but it was uglier than a grimace.

She also laughed, her eyelashes drooping, and when she raised her eyes again, Nangong Si's shadow had disappeared.But she knew he would come back.

It wasn't a ghost or a hallucination.

He is in her heart, so she can always see him.

——He will always be handsome when he is at his most vigorous.

In the blink of an eye, it's the New Year's Eve of this year. According to the rules of the cultivation world, filial piety for parents can be eliminated.So on the eve of New Year's Eve, Xue Meng finally officially crowned the Lord of Death and Life, and congratulated from all directions, Daqing in Sichuan.

In the fiery trees and silver flowers, Xue Meng followed the etiquette described by the elder Xuanji, wearing a jade crown, wearing a door ring, and nine layers of silk gauze inside and outside, and the crown was so exquisite that the eyes of the cuffs decorated with dragons were so exquisite. Use fire to smelt beads and inlay embroidery.

He stood in the majestic and magnificent Danxin Hall, with a face like Kunyu, handsome and mature.

In those eyebrows and eyes, if you distinguish carefully, you can see some shadow of Jiang Xi.It's just that he will never be surnamed Jiang, and he will never be like Jiang Xi.

"Congratulations, Sect Master Xianjun."

Elder Xuanji led his disciples to worship first.

The disciples at the pinnacle of death and life were like the waves of the blue sea, with shining armor, they knelt down one by one, and the other guests who came to congratulate each other bowed their eyes one by one.

The sound was booming, like thunder, resounding through the mountaintop shrouded in clouds and smoke.

"Congratulations—Sect Master Xianjun."

Fireworks are in full bloom in the night sky, as if the resplendent years that belong to the peak of death and life have begun, and the darkness and warmth of last night will never look back.

Xue Meng smiled, his black eyes were deep and quiet, but not so bright.

He raised his glass and drank with everyone.

The extremely appropriate behavior will never make those absurd and ridiculous mistakes like before.

Mei Hanxue sighed far away from the seat, and closed her eyes: "This kid... is finally going to become Nangong Liu."

"Be careful."

Mei Hanxue glanced at her brother: "I'm not saying that there is something wrong with him, I'm talking about his position today."

"That's not something you should talk about." The eldest brother said coldly, "Also, from the beginning of the dinner party to now, 26 girls have come to me. Take off your human skin mask, I'm done. "

Mei Hanxue immediately wrinkled her face into a ball in distress.

The banquet was over, and because there were too many guests, it was difficult for Death and Life to take care of him, so he had to arrange disciples to receive the corresponding head, elders, and disciples in different levels.

Everyone went back drunk, the country changed and the dynasties changed, each had their own concerns.

Xue Meng went back to the room.

He really wasn't drunk today, Elder Tanlang's hangover soup was more effective than anything else.

He sat down, rubbed his browbones wearily, and wanted to take off the heavy ornaments on his body, but looked at the bronze mirror for a while, but felt that his body was covered with jade pendants, and he didn't know where to take them off.

Xuanji knocked on the door and came in.

"Your Highness."

Xue Meng said: "Huh?"

"This is the gift list from each school. I forgot to send you the precepts." Xuanji handed him a thick stack of gold and red booklets, "Remember to read carefully, and think clearly about the gift."

Xue Meng only felt more and more tired: "Got it."

"Also, Head Jiang said he wanted to meet you alone."

"……not see."

Xuanji is not reluctant, he has always been the last one among all the elders on the summit of death and life.He sighed and said, "Then I'll turn him down later."

"Anything else?"

Xuanji said: "Not anymore."

Xue Meng actually wanted him to say that there was something else, it was better to tell him directly, "Two mysterious guests suddenly came outside and said they want to see you.", but there was no.

Xuanji left and closed the rich carved lacquer door in the master's bedroom.

In the huge room, Xue Ziming stood alone. After standing for a long time, he finally walked to the table, lit up the lights, and looked at the thick gift lists.

The list of gifts was arranged in order according to the abundance of gifts, and the wealthy Lonely Moon Night naturally came first, and the list was full of extravagant treasures such as "flame feather feathers" and "spiritual whale beads", some of which he had never even seen before. I have seen that Jiang Xi spends a lot of money, and he is really not short of money.

But for these luxurious treasures, Xue Meng was not in the mood to look at them at the moment. He flipped through the booklet, trying to find the names of Chu Wanning and Mo Ran in it - even if many casual cultivators did not come, gifts would be delivered .This is an extremely important day in Xue Meng's life. If Mo Ran is not dead, if Chu Wanning is still in this arena, then they will always get the news of his enthronement.

Treading Snow Palace, Fire Phoenix Pavilion, Wusai Temple...

Flip through the pages.

The few pages of Sanxiu's personal congratulations were turned back and forth dozens of times.

But no.

At the end, Xue Meng leaned against the upholstered mahogany carved seat, raised his hand and rubbed his brow bone wearily.

No.

His master, his...cousin, really seemed to have retreated completely. After the great battle that day, he disappeared from the arena.

There was laughter and jubilation outside, the sound of gun salutes, the Lord of Death and Life locked himself in the room, and his eyelashes slowly became moist.

He really couldn't accept Chu Wanning and Mo Ran's deception to him, and he couldn't get along with them without any grievances, but no matter what, he still missed them deep in his heart.

When building the sacrificial ancestral hall, everyone told him that Mo Ran was dead, but he insisted on his own opinion. He said that if he was alive, he would see the dead or dead. Nor will it be removed.

In fact, he also knows that many things happened as they happened. He tried his best to understand them, but he still couldn't feel relieved. When he thought of what they were hiding from him, he felt suffocated and entangled, and he couldn't even take a breath. Can't come up.

He also knows that for this reason, Chu Wanning and Mo Ran may never return to the pinnacle of death and life - no taboo between master and apprentice can be truly tolerated and accepted.

But at least send him a letter...

Anyway, tell him he's safe.

Xue Meng took a deep breath and raised his hand to cover his trembling eyelids.

Suddenly, there was a faint sigh from outside the window, Xue Meng was stunned, jumped up and rushed over, and pushed the door open.

The bright fireworks outside one after another reflected on his face, he looked left and right, but no one came.But there is a long and narrow brocade box hanging on a peach tree outside the window.

Xue Meng reached out tremblingly, tensed all over, and opened the brocade box.

At this time, a firework rose into the sky with a "swoosh", shattering thousands of stars in the Shu Lang night.

In the crystal-clear flowing brilliance, Xue Meng saw a newly cast narrow machete lying in the brocade box, with a long silver handle and a shining Wangshu crystal stone...

It is a re-tempered dragon city! !

Xue Meng almost shuddered to put the brocade box in his arms, and then jumped out of the window, swept up in the back garden, and shouted: "Master!!"

In the empty backyard of the Sect Leader, what responded to him was the whining wind.

He crazily called out: "Master!! Mo Ran!!"

"Come out!"

The night wind was refreshing, and it was wet and cool on his cheeks. He ran mindlessly among the flowers, and didn't care that his robe and arms were scratched by branches.

"Come out!!"

There was a whimper in the voice at the end.

No one could be found anywhere, Xue Meng stopped, slowly bent down, curled up on the ground and murmured: "Come back..."

There was a faint sound of blowing leaves in the ear, Xue Meng shivered, and looked in the direction of the sound——

Then he saw it, but those two people had traveled too far and stopped beside the eaves of the Tongtian Tower.Behind the majestic corners of the flying carved beasts, two figures that were all too familiar in the past stood leaning against each other.Sitting with fluttering sleeves, Nine Songs of Divine Martial Arts resting on her knees, leaning on a slim night gown, with a bamboo leaf singing on her fingertips.

"I'm visiting my old friend under the bright moon, and the faces of lanterns and flowers are red.