My wife is the sect leader

Youshan.

The biting mountain wind blows unstoppably, and the pine forests all over the mountain sing softly.

An autumn rain fell on this majestic and dangerous mountain range.

Rain-like fog, fog-like rain, on the rugged mountain road, no figure can be discerned.

The mountains are full of pines, the clear and tall banks are tall and proud, deeply rooted in the crevices of the thin soil and rocks, and cool raindrops fall from the pine ends from time to time.

On the top of the secluded mountain, in an elegant and quiet wing room.

"Master!"

The two Demon Cult masters stood at the door of the wing room, and when they saw Zhao Qingmei approaching, they quickly knelt down on one knee and saluted.

Zhao Qingmei said with a blank face: "You guys step back first."

"Yes."

The two leaned over and retreated backwards.

After seeing the two leave, Zhao Qingmei took a deep breath, pushed the door slowly and walked in.

The room was very quiet, with a faint fragrance wafting through it.

Nangong Weiping was sitting on the chair, seeming to be taking a nap, the wrinkles on his face were as if cut by a knife, his face was very pale, and his hair was as dry as thatch.

Zhao Qingmei whispered: "Senior Nan."

Suddenly, hearing Zhao Qingmei's voice, Nangong Weiping slowly opened her eyes, a bright light appeared in her cloudy eyes, "You are here."

Zhao Qingmei came to Nangong Weiping and gently grabbed her withered palm, "Senior Nan, how do you feel now?"

As she spoke, her true energy slowly flowed into Nangong Weiping's body through Zhao Qingmei.

Through the flow of true qi, Zhao Qingmei can feel that Nangong Weiping's internal organs, meridians, and bones are all very aging. This is a sign that the life force is exhausted and the end is approaching. This indicates that Nangong Weiping's life will not be long. carry on.

Nangong Weiping waved his hands and said, "Don't waste your energy, I know my own body well."

Zhao Qingmei regretted in her heart, and said: "Senior Nan, this junior is incapable of sending Cheng Huang's blood to senior."

This former great master of the Devil's Cult, a great master who shocked the world, is now in decline, and has reached the point where the oil is exhausted and the lamp is dry.

I still remember how wanton and chic Nangong Weiping was when she first came out of Fengmojing.

It was precisely because Qianqiu Undead severely injured her that her vitality was severely injured and her roots were lost.

"Cheng Huang's blood only prolongs life for a year or two."

Nangong Weiping said indifferently: "I have fought against that eternal immortal, the Buddha, and my life is considered complete. How many people in this world can fight against the two of them?"

Nangong Weiping's words were very plain, just as she said.

Not to mention other masters throughout the ages, just some masters in the realm of great masters, how many people can fight these two?

Zhao Qingmei said softly: "If Senior Nan was in his prime, he might not be able to ignore these two."

Nangong Weiping laughed upon hearing this, "You little girl is rarely good at flattering people."

Zhao Qingmei said seriously: "Isn't it? When Senior came out of the Sealing Demon Well, he was already in a state of being seriously injured."

Nangong Weiping shook his head and sighed: "You are half right. I fought against the two of them. I am indeed not in my heyday, but neither are they in their heyday. Qianqiu Immortal is also seriously injured, and his strength is also weak. If you can't fully display it, then Xiha Buddha has just broken through to a grand master, and his foundation is not stable, and his current strength may be much stronger than when he was in Yulong Snow Mountain."

"Besides, the old man is very clear that even in his heyday, he is not the opponent of the two of them. The strength of these two people is the top existence in history, especially the immortal man. He does not know how many secrets are hidden in him. If it wasn't for the injury, I think his strength has reached a terrifying level."

Zhao Qingmei frowned slightly, "These two are indeed very strong."

Whether it is the Immortal in Yunta or the Xiha Buddha in Buddhism, she has seen it with her own eyes, especially this time in Yunta, although the breath of Xiha Buddha has been restrained, she can still feel the vastness and breadth of it.

The feeling of oppression that is like a mountain if you don't move, but destroys the world when you move.

As for Qianqiu Undead, it is even more mysterious and powerful.

Nangong Weiping took a deep breath, and said slowly: "When the spirit of the earth's veins is completely broken, it must be a sign of a great change in the world. When the time comes, the masters and masters in the open and dark will take action. You and that kid I'm afraid there will be a fight with these masters."

"Moreover, it is still unknown what the evil spirit is. The evil spirit has completely permeated the spirit of the earth veins, and the spirit of the earth veins may also change, which may cause chaos in the world. You two should find a way to cut the earth veins in advance. In this way, not only can the cultivation base break through the shackles, but it can also cut off other people's unruly ambitions."

"senior......."

"How to cut off the spirit of the earth veins is not that simple. The spirit of the earth veins seems to be virtual and real. I don't know how many great masters have tried their best to cut off the spirit of the earth veins. I have no idea after thinking hard. You figured it out on your own."

Nangong Weiping spoke out all the worries in her heart one by one, as if explaining her funeral to her junior, her tone was so calm, without any waves.

Zhao Qingmei nodded heavily, and said, "This junior understands."

If the evil spirit infects the spirit of the earth veins, it will definitely cause the spirit of the earth veins to change. At this time, integrating the spirit of the earth veins into oneself is tantamount to integrating the evil spirit into oneself.

Therefore, for An Jing and Zhao Qingmei, cutting off the spirit of the earth veins under Suolongjing is the most feasible.

But cutting off the spirit of the veins is not easy, even more difficult than integrating the spirit of the veins into oneself.

Nangong Weiping glanced at Zhao Qingmei, smiled lightly and said, "Seeing you come, little girl, I have no other regrets."

Zhao Qingmei's heart skipped a beat, she just felt a warm current rushing to her heart.

After her parents passed away, she was taken to East Luoguan by Jiang Shang. Although she was only a little girl, because of Jiang Shang, the masters of the Demon Cult treated Zhao Qingmei very respectfully. Jiang Shang taught Zhao Qingmei some martial arts. After retreating, Jiang Renyi would occasionally point out Zhao Qingmei, so she basically didn't receive much care like an elder.

Nangong Weiping took out a wooden comb and handed it to Zhao Qingmei, "Come on, let me comb my hair."

"it is good."

Zhao Qingmei took the comb, and then gently placed it on Nangong Weiping's dry hair.

When she combed Nangong Weiping's hair for the first time, she was still in the Sealing Mojing Well. At that time, Nangong Weiping's hair had not been combed for a long time.

The wooden comb gently combed down the silver-white hair, as if time slowed down a lot.

Nangong Weiping looked at herself in the bronze mirror, but felt that her eyelids were extremely heavy, as if they weighed a thousand catties. No matter how hard she tried to cheer herself up, she was indifferent, and finally couldn't help but leaned back on the chair and fell asleep again.

After an unknown amount of time, Nangong Weiping felt Zhao Qingmei stop her movements, and she slowly opened her eyes.

Zhao Qingmei took out a mahogany hairpin from nowhere and tied her hair up.

It was in the Demon Sealing Well, when Zhao Qingmei combed her hair, that a glimmer of light appeared in her heart, which was so dark to the abyss, and it was that time that Nangong Weiping made up her mind to bury her own demon in Zhao Qingmei's body. Kindly pass on all his cultivation to Zhao Qingmei.

Nangong Weiping couldn't help laughing and said, "It's so pretty."

Zhao Qingmei said softly, "Senior Nan must have been a great beauty when he was young."

"Your mouth suddenly became so sweet, it's not like you."

Nangong Weiping glanced out of the window and said: "The rain outside the window has stopped, help the old man to watch the sunset."

"I'm telling the truth, Senior Nan must be a great beauty."

Zhao Qingmei nodded and helped Nangong Weiping up.

The dusk in the mountains came so quickly and silently, walking in a trance, unknowingly, the pines were solemn, the stones were dim, and the shadows were whirling.

The two walked slowly to the open place on the top of the mountain, unable to discern the starlight, there was still a hint of mist after the rain, enveloping the distant mountains and near ridges, and the wind gently brushed through the pine forest, like the faint sound of waves.

The autumn insects whispered under the feet, and the unknown birds occasionally said something loudly in the forest.

The sky is cloudy in summer, and the leaves are moving in autumn.

Nangong Weiping looked at the setting sun in the distance, and said softly: "The setting sun has dyed the world red like blood. How many more times can I watch the final fate of the sun?"

The vicissitudes of the world have passed, and the bright past has been outlined, but it just flashes by in a hurry, and there is no shadow of it.

The past days cannot be touched by reaching out, only the remaining thoughts, but they are becoming increasingly blurred.

When Zhao Qingmei heard Nangong Weiping's words, she couldn't help feeling a little sad.

Since ancient times, the twilight of a hero has been a sad thing. He used to stand on the top of the mountain and look down on the heroes of the world, but now he can only stand at the foot of the mountain and stand alone.

Nangong Weiping looked at the setting sun in front of her. This was the scene she dreamed of seeing at the Fengmo Well.

Because she has stayed in the Sealing Demon Well for most of her life, she cherishes this seemingly ordinary landscape, ordinary days, and ordinary sunset more than anyone else.

Nangong Weiping looked at the attraction with cloudy eyes, wishing to engrave the setting sun in her eyes, in her mind, the deepest memory, and remember it forever and ever.

She just watched the sunset like this, Zhao Qingmei didn't say anything but watched the sunset with her.

Perhaps because she was tired from standing, Nangong Weiping sat down slowly and said, "I want to sit for a while."

Zhao Qingmei helped Nangong Weiping down and said, "Senior Nan, let me get some tea."

Nangong Weiping nodded with a smile and said, "Go ahead, I want Jingqian scented tea, I don't want to drink anything other than scented tea."

"I see!"

Zhao Qingmei looked at Nangong Weiping, who had a slightly ruddy complexion, with the corners of her mouth slightly raised, and walked quickly towards the wing.

Nangong Weiping sat cross-legged on the cliff, letting the mountain wind blow, and the coolness patted her cheeks, while her eyes calmly looked at the orange sea of ​​clouds in front of her.

Nangong Weiping laughed, and then the laughter grew louder.

At her age and situation, she has long been indifferent to love, and has no attachment to life and death.

The only belief in living is that if you can live, you must live well.

At least after death, people always have something to think about.

Nangong Weiping gently closed her eyes, "It's been a hundred years since Fengmo Well went down, the time flies by at the flick of a finger, and a thousand years flies by, it's not in vain for me to come to this world."

Even in the dark and silent well, her heart has never been so peaceful.

But at this moment, her heart is so peaceful.

And her life was finally frozen in this peace.

In a daze, Nangong Weiping saw herself at the age of 16. At that time, she was in the prime of life, and everything was so beautiful......

Zhao Qingmei walked quickly from the side room, her steps stopped abruptly.

Then she quietly looked at Nangong Weiping's lonely back, lowered her head, as if she had merged with the setting sun in the sky.

Everything is right and wrong, people are at a loss, and things are also sad. The fireworks of life are more and more brilliant in the setting sun, burning into the embrace of the night, completing one after another noisy blooming and ending.

Chapter 378

Time flies, time flies, three days passed in the blink of an eye.

The Xuanyi Guards of the Dayan court, the heaven and earth nets, the Yujingcheng county government, the people of the Dayan sect, and the masters of the rivers and lakes have all been dispatched, but so far there has been no news.

Lu Guoyong's granddaughter, the protector of the Human Sect of the Demon Sect, seemed to have disappeared from the world suddenly, without any clues or clues.

The hundred miles of peach blossom forest outside Yujing City, because of the arrival of autumn at this time, the branches and buds look very dry and desolate.

There is a Peach Blossom Villa in the Peach Blossom Forest, which is also a well-known faction in the Jianghu. Zuo Biwen of Youfeng Valley and Bian Zenglu, the owner of the Peach Blossom Villa, are quite friendly, and Bian Zenglu is quite famous in the Jianghu. Heroic name, great reputation.

This time the Devil's Cult issued a call, he was also the first master of the rivers and lakes to actively participate in the call.

In the backyard of Peach Blossom Villa, because it was autumn, the weather gradually became colder, and there were dead branches and leaves everywhere on the ground.

At this time, there are bright and dark whistles inside and outside the backyard, about dozens of masters, and the defense is so strict that people can't help but be speechless.

In the beautiful lobby, Bian Zenglu, the owner of Peach Blossom Villa, was bending over, respectful to the man in front of him, "Lord Liu, are you going to take him away?"

For someone who can make Bian Zenglu behave like this, the man in front of him is naturally an unusual person.

The man in front of Bian Zenglu is none other than Liu Xiang, the master of disguise who took Tan Yun away with Shuirou, Guishuang illusion master.

Although his strength is not high, his illusion skills are at the top of Guishuang, especially after coming to Zhao country, he lurked in the black ice platform and learned some disguise skills. The combination of the two can sometimes even reach the point where the real ones can be confused.

In the past, Ao Shuang Dao Lu Qiu Jian was right in front of him, but he didn't see his true face, which showed how powerful he was.

If it wasn't for its low strength, it could even break into the Eight Great Heavenly Demons of the Black Ice Platform.

Liu Xiang smiled coldly, and said: "Next, I will take her to Suze, and then let out a little rumor, and the ghost swordsman will definitely come to rescue her."

Bian Zenglu asked perplexedly, "Tianze?"

The Land of Swamp is a famous swamp in Yunhua Road, there is a lot of miasma in it, apart from ferocious poisonous insects and beasts, there are no natural treasures, secret books of martial arts, so people in Jianghu are very Don't go into the lake.

Liu Xiang said indifferently: "That's right, there are miasma beads at the bottom of the swamp, which are formed by the condensation of miasma for thousands of years. Once they are broken in an instant, a large amount of miasma will be born, which will permeate the entire marsh like miasma from tidewater. , the masters below the first rank will die in an instant, and even the master masters must be careful."

"The masters in my shrine have already set up an ambush in Suze. At that time, not only will the strength of the ghost swordsman be greatly reduced, but the millions of Yin soldiers in the jade seal will be difficult to help him because of the miasma. At that time, the ghost swordsman will be The turtle in the urn."

When Bian Zenglu heard this, his face changed slightly, "Are you sure that the master from the Jingu Temple can kill that ghost swordsman?"

The name of a man, the shadow of a tree!

Ghost Swordsman has killed several masters of the five qi. Mentioning such a reputation can't help but make people feel chills. Although Tiansha Shrine is the number one force in Guishuang, if they want to ambush the ghost swordsman, it may be too difficult. It's not that easy.

Once things were exposed or failed, the Demon Sect would crush him and Peach Blossom Villa to death like an ant. If the city gate caught fire, he wouldn't even be considered a pond fish, but he would die.