Master, are you married?

The day before the head passed away, all the elders and the peak master went to visit.

Immortal cultivators like them knew when they would die, and he passed the headship to Feng Jingling in front of everyone.Feng Jingling was neither sad nor happy, just stood there. In fact, these years, Feng Jingling has been handling affairs. Stand here without question.

As the night deepened, the sect master dispersed the crowd. Jing Miao and Feng Jingling stayed behind to leave. The sect master sat cross-legged on the couch, but he was still full of energy. Is it snowing?"

"It's down, it's still very big." Jing Miao came in from the outside before, and replied, "I'm afraid I won't be able to stop for a while."

"Really?" The headmaster nodded with a smile, and slowly closed his eyes, "Okay... what a snow. You all go."

Jing Miao and Feng Jingling looked at each other, and they went out side by side together. When they walked outside, Feng Jingling suddenly said: "Xu Huazi is tactful, and he is serious about martial arts. Although the two of them sometimes have bad tempers, they don't talk too much. It is pleasant to hear, but it is dedicated to Tianjianzong, but it is more powerful, you give in when you should, and don't give in to those who are inappropriate."

"Yes." Jing Miao nodded in confusion.

They hadn't taken two steps before they went out, when they stopped suddenly, they actually closed their eyes - the life in the room had been cut off.

On a snowy winter night, the ninth head of Tianjianzong died forever.

The funeral of a cultivator is actually no different from that of ordinary people. With such a status as the head of the sect, it is naturally a grand funeral. This is not the first time Jing Miao has been exposed to funerals, but his heavy heart has not weakened in the slightest. Although the old man was not very close to him, he took good care of him after all, and he was not a hard-hearted person.

When entering the ice mound, the coffin bearers were Su Qing, Cang Wu, Bai Luanhua and Jun Wujiu.All the disciples followed behind.Walking down the ice mound, the colder the more you go down, and because you don't have enough status, there are only a few elders, the peak master, and the new head who can follow.

The No. 13th floor of the ice mound is the coffin of the heads of the past dynasties. It should be empty, but when everyone stepped into the ice mound, there was a tall and tall man standing there.

Everyone couldn't help being startled, but looking carefully at the man's face, the four peak masters couldn't help but turn from sorrow to joy, their expressions were both sad and joyful, and they felt complicated at the same time, unable to speak.

The elders were also shocked, bowed their heads and said, "Old Ancestor."

Only then did Jing Miao realize that this man was the Patriarch Qingling. Cang Wu had already wailed and wailed, and at this moment she was so excited that she couldn't help herself, sobbing: "Master, how did you survive!"

This silly saying!

Patriarch Qingling saw him crying and laughing, but he didn't bother to pay attention. He just looked up at the coffin of the headmaster, frowned slightly and said, "Who was with him at the last moment?"

Bai Luanhua shed tears and said: "No one is with me, senior brother drove us all out. Master, since you are well, why haven't you come back for so many years?"

Patriarch Qingling frowned even more after hearing this, and asked again: "Then what did he say to you last?"

Everyone hurriedly said all the instructions in front of the head, but Patriarch Qingling's brows became more and more wrinkled, and his face became more and more grim, he just said coldly: "Is that all? Seeing his displeasure, everyone didn't dare to speak. Jing Miao and Feng Jingling looked at each other, and they were a little hesitant.

"The two children accompanied senior brother for the last journey." Jun Wujiu said indifferently, "Xiao Miao, Jingting, did senior brother say anything before he died? Anything will be done."

Jing Miao quickly said, "I did ask, did it snow outside, and I said yes, so my uncle said it would snow."

When he said these words, everyone didn't know what he meant at all, but Patriarch Qingling's expression slowly eased, he just nodded and said: "Let me do the next one, my master, We have to send him one last ride."

The four had no choice but to put down the coffin. In fact, they were going to open the coffin. The ice tomb is no different from other places. A pair of ice coffins have already been formed by themselves. In the tenth generation, there was also a pair of ice coffins in it.

There are a total of ten ice coffins here, Patriarch Qingling is still alive, his ice coffin is empty, Feng Jingling also has a pair, also empty.Patriarch Qingling pushed open the coffin lid, and took out the body of the master master. He was born extremely young, but the master master was old. Master, but sent the big apprentice to die, and couldn't help but feel very worried.

"Your senior brother is getting old." Patriarch Qingling said calmly. As soon as he said this, Bai Luanhua couldn't bear it anymore, and threw herself into Cangwu's arms and burst into tears. Put it in the coffin, and the ice coffin closed itself, like a natural ice box, and he said, "The day I took him in, he was still a boy, and it was snowing, thank you for that boy's freezing cold." It has to be like a little carrot head."

It was only then that Jing Miao understood what the master master of the sect meant when he said it was a snow. His beginning and end were all buried in a handful of snow.

"That's right." Patriarch Qingling seemed to have realized it just now, and he whispered, "Where's that kid, Xie Dao? Didn't he come?"

Jing Miao lowered her head, and the audience explained to Patriarch Qingling, staring blankly at her toes, as if a flower could suddenly bloom there.

After the uncle was buried, the elders and the peak masters embraced Qingling Patriarch and left, leaving only Jing Miao and Feng Jingling two juniors. Feng Jingling has countless things to do, and Jing Miao has to look back. Go to Xingge.

Jing Miao returned to Wangxing Pavilion, but couldn't stop shaking all over. Liu Jing thought he was very cold, found a cloak for him to wear, and took out the scroll of Wangchuan Jie and asked him to read it.He sat across from Jing Miao, holding his face in his hands, and said: "I don't know what the origin of this blood streak is. It looked inconspicuous before, but why did it suddenly subdue Wangchuan Realm."

"What?" Jing Miao hastily opened the scroll, and it really contained some not-so-detailed information. It simply said that Qing Longjun had a conflict with Xuewen. , up to now, the entire Wangchuan world is already looking forward to the blood pattern.

He froze for a moment, the first thing he felt in his heart was that he was ecstatic that Xie Dao was safe and sound.

After more than [-] years, Jing Miao finally got the news of Xie Dao again. Only then did he realize that he had not let go of a single bit of it over the years.

"By the way, Leng Xiangke hasn't appeared for a long time." Liu Jing sighed and said, "I don't know where they went. Their great abilities are really confusing."

Jing Miao put the scroll away, and said calmly, "Are you free? How is the Tianma drawing?"

After so many years, Liu Jing's little rabbit finally managed to come out. Encouraged, Liu Jing decided to challenge himself, tried various small animals one by one, and finally used his brains on horses, and failed until now.

Liu Jing pursed her lips and withdrew her body.

Jing Miao unfolded his scroll again, stretched out his hand to touch the word "blood pattern", and couldn't help smiling slightly, his eyes full of tenderness.

He's still fine, and he's living a happy life.Since Wangchuanjie is already headed by him, no one else can stop him from doing what he wants to do.Since Xie Dao became a demon, he occasionally has a temper like a child's. If others respect him and fear him, they will naturally respond to what he has to say.

This is what I want, and naturally it couldn't be better.

It would be even better if... if I could see him again.

Jing Miao quickly dismissed this thought, if he saw Xie Dao again, he would never let go again, if something happened in the future, if he regretted it, it would be too late for him to regret it again.It's not that he doesn't want to believe Xie Dao, it's that he can't believe himself.

In order to stop thinking about it, Jing Miao quickly closed the scroll and put it aside.

Speaking of which, Bai Wuxia hadn't sent an invitation for a long time.

But Bai Wuxia already had some friends, so it was fine if he didn't send invitations, because Jing Miao had more than one friend like him.

It's just that most of the time, Jing Miao is not so willing to go to the party. He sits at the table with one hand resting on his chin, and suddenly thinks of the appearance of Patriarch Qingling just now.

In fact, Patriarch Qingling didn't look very sad, but when he hugged the master master, his hands were clearly shaking violently.

Jing Miao's cultivation level is not as high as that of the head of the sect, and he is now a hundred years old, but his appearance has not changed in the slightest. He thinks that maybe the demon blood in his blood is at work, whether it is a plant, an animal or a demon. A person's life is much longer than that of a human being, even if his blood is thin, it can also prolong his life.

In fact, life is a matter of life and death, and Jing Miao is not very afraid of death, after all, he has already lived to be a hundred years old, and ordinary people can only live to be a hundred years old, and some people can't live to his age.

But looking at Patriarch Qingling and the Master Master today, he suddenly became afraid of death again. They were just master and apprentice, and he was already so heartbroken.Jing Miao and Xie Dao are not only masters and apprentices, but also lovers. Although they have been separated for so many years, they still miss each other in their hearts.

Jing Miao doesn't know if Xie Dao has been thinking about himself, but he must have been thinking about Xie Dao.

Fortunately, Jing Miao's house is very small, so he doesn't go out very often to make enemies. In this world, except for the lunatics who go crazy and kill like Junhou, there is no one who dislikes him and suddenly wants to kill him.Thinking about it this way, he could live for a long, long time by eating some fairy grass and fairy fruits all day long.

Live until Yu Simeng grows up, live until she or someone can take over the position of Ziyun Peak's peak master, and then you can easily go to Wangchuan to find Xie Dao.

Jing Miao smiled slightly, tugged on the cloak, always felt that the days seemed to have some hope again, and they could live happily again.

The author has something to say: Well, after reading it, everyone thinks that Jing Miao's character is too sad, but what can I do? On the one hand, I can't live up to the old kindness, and on the other hand, the person I like has done bad things. It's much more important to like someone.