How can there be a brother in the rivers and lakes to have fun?

The snow stopped and it was dawn.

The sun finally pierced through the layers of dark clouds. This kind of weather makes people feel that nothing is a big deal.The sky has not yet fallen, and everything is still in time.

In the main hall there was a coffin asking about the way home, but Jian Qianshan was still in a daze.

He always thinks that he still has a long time to grow up slowly, there is no rush to enlightenment, practice, let alone lifelong events, and everything... Master always looks very young, so he always feels that, This person will not suddenly disappear one day.Even if there is, it will be many, many years away.

It wasn't until this time that he sorted out this person's remains with his own hands, wiped away the blood from the corners of his mouth, put on a clean and tidy Taoist robe for him, and slowly combed him into a bun. His hands were icy cold, and he finally realized in a daze, In fact, Master already has some white hairs on his head.He suddenly remembered a poem he had repeatedly recited in recent days——

"The relatives or the remaining sorrows, others have already sung. What is the way to die, and the body is on the same mountain."

In the main hall was the chanting of the "Jade Emperor Sutra", and amidst such a clear and clear sound of scriptures, Jian Qianshan suddenly wanted to read this poem again for Wen Zhitu.

Who would have thought that the martial arts conference, which was originally just to witness the selection of the successor on the way home, turned into a funeral.The heads of the sects rely on their identities, so naturally they should have a funeral ceremony before going.The eaves are covered with white snow, and the eaves are decorated with white silk.Everywhere is white, even the clothes Feng Heming wears.He turned a corridor corner, there was no one else around, and the wine cellar was in front of him.He took out two jars of wine from the cellar and put them on the snow, and suddenly he didn't know who he was talking to——

"Are you satisfied?"

Although the sun is bright, it cannot illuminate every place.Someone coughed in the shadows, his voice hoarse like a broken bellows.Feng Heming suddenly remembered that many years ago, Xingheying's evaluation of playing the piano on the way back was "the movement of a mouse gnawing on a bellows", and suddenly felt that this word is not a big deal here, and his lips raised slightly.Such a subtle movement still did not escape the other party's eyes, and the sound like a broken bellows rang again. He coughed a few times, and then asked:

"what are you laughing at?"

The voice was phlegm-hula-hula. Every time Feng Heming heard his voice, he felt that his lungs should have rotted into honeycombs, but he was still alive. Maybe it wasn't that serious, or maybe it was him. This is the kind of monster that can survive with its lungs rotten.

So Feng Heming turned his head slightly and looked at the shadow: "It's nothing, it has nothing to do with you."

It seemed that the darkness was talking to him. There was no anger in that person's voice, but there was some affectation and regret: "The child has grown up, and it really is that the wings are stiff. The father's concern is a cold face, which really makes me feel sad." People are uncomfortable..."

silence.

"I just thought of the joke that Xingheying said before." Feng Heming was a little evasive, but still lowered his head in the direction of the shadow, "But he has left now, so..."

"So, you've done a good job." He said, "Jianmen will probably be very busy these days, so don't rush home. Wait until you help your brother deal with your master's remains before going back to see your mother." Not urgent."

There was another moment of silence, and there was no sound in the shadows, as if the person had disappeared in the air.However, Feng Heming knew that he was still there, because there was still a smell of blood and rot in the air that only he could smell.He just nodded:

"Yes."

The person in the shadow suddenly laughed, unlike Shui Fengqing's undisguised evil spirit, his laughter was even gentle, but it was like an undercurrent under still water, which was more dangerous because it was lurking.Feng Heming suddenly had an ominous premonition, and then heard him say:

"However, Weifu thinks that you, Heming, should stay at Jianmen for a while longer."

He wanted to ask why, but after a little hesitation, he still didn't speak.In the shadows, he laughed: "He Ming, Lingxu Sword Sect has been at the head of the Righteous Path for a long time, why do you think that even to set up a sect master, you have to invite all the sect masters of the Central Plains Righteous Path?"

because……

"These four words under the prestige can be followed by nothing but nothing, or it can be difficult to match." He said slowly, "If you can't be called his position, it will be a disaster. When asked to return to take over, Ling Xu The sword formula has reached the eighth major perfection, and there are still some people who don't know the heights of the sky and the depths of the earth want to learn from him..."

When he said this, he suddenly coughed, as if he was going to cough out his lungs, which made people worry that he would die before he could finish his sentence.Feng Heming moved half a step in his direction, but after a moment of hesitation, he stopped and stood where he was.Finally, he heard that the man seemed to have had enough coughing, so he calmed down and continued:

"Now those people have become the masters of a faction, but your senior brother has just stepped into the eighth level of sword art, and because of that kid named Xingheying, he has neglected his practice... Now he is not sure about Daoism, although Qing Gang and Ye Yun can still stand up to you." I mean, but if he is the dignified head of the sect, if he can't convince this group of righteous people—" He deliberately drew a long tone with a smile, "I'm afraid Jianmen's century-old reputation will be ruined in his hands. "

"you?!"

"However," he said again suddenly, with a sense of self-satisfaction or satisfaction in his voice, "If your senior brother wants to protect the reputation of the sword sect, he can only retreat and comprehend the way of the sword. Now the sect master has died for no reason. , he knew his own life experience, and even that kid Xingheying left Jianmen... Heming, even if your senior brother entrusts you to take care of Jianmen while he is retreating, you must remember to tell him , don’t be persistent.”

He had a light voice in his voice, as if he had foreseen something hearty and delightful: "To comprehend the way of swordsmanship, especially the exquisite martial arts such as Lingxu Sword Art, every step is very dangerous. In the past, I asked him to help him on the way home. If you have any confusion, you can naturally talk to the master, and the knots in your heart can also be solved. Now asking about death on the way home is his biggest knot. The inner demon is deeply rooted, the more he thinks about Guangda Jianmen, the more he can't find the right way, maybe he will become another Shui Fengqing in the future, it's unknown."

He spoke very easily, but Feng Heming felt cold from heart to toe.He trembled even when he said the words, staring at the shadow: "Do you hate Jianmen so much?"

"How could it be?" He answered very easily, "Heming, as a father, he was also a child of Jianmen, so it is too late to expect it to prosper day by day." He laughed, and his voice was very gentle, like a spring breeze in February, " Moreover, Jianmen martial arts also comes from the "Code of Longevity", and it is also considered to be in the same line as the Tao of Immortality... As a father, how can you expect it to end up in the right way, everyone spurns and regrets, and the master goes crazy and becomes the laughing stock of martial arts?"

Feng Heming's fist was clenched tightly, then loosened again.Finally calmed down, looking at the shadow: "If the father doesn't give orders, the child will leave."

After all, he didn't move.Still standing in the cold wind, he didn't turn around until a heart-piercing cough sounded from the shadows, and the words "Go back" came out hidden in the coughing sound, and he finally turned and left.

Behind, there was a strange smile in the coughing voice.

It's really jarring.