The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

In the rainstorm, a newly assembled rebel army stood in front of the mountain, and there were monks from various sects.

The gate of life and death in time and space has just opened, everything is still unknown, and the dragons and tigers ahead are full of dangers. Therefore, the internal hearts of this newly established allied army are unstable, and each has its own calculations. Almost no one is willing to take the lead.They were all worried about the Zhenlong chess piece dormant at the peak of death and life, and worried that they would face the tiger and wolf master that Jiaoshan had encountered before.

They looked into the distance, feeling apprehensive in their hearts—in the misty Wushan Temple, would there be a demon sitting upright with his eyes closed, waiting for the heroes to throw their hands at him, so as to tear everyone into shards?

Someone held up the torch lit by the mantra, looked up at the majestic mountain top, and murmured with emotion: "It's really unexpected... Tianyin Pavilion would do such a thing... I still feel like a dream."

"Stop sighing." Zhen Congming of Bitan Village patted the man on the shoulder, "If you are so troublesome, why don't you think about how to attack the mountain and end this nightmare quickly."

Another person said with a gloomy face: "I'm afraid it's not that simple. Mu Yanli is the body of the god and blood, Hua Binan is a generation of medicine sect, and that emperor who stepped on the immortal... is that Mo Ran, that fellow has profound mana and is vicious, We are still cautious and must not take it lightly.”

The monk's words won the approval of many people.

——If Xue Meng in his previous life stood here, then he would definitely feel that his life went round and round, and he would always return to the starting point.

All the things in front of me are so similar to the night when the top ten sects besieged the summit of death and life, and Ta Xianjun committed suicide.

It's a pity that the one in the crowd at the moment is not Xue Meng from the previous life, but the young man who just lost his parents.

Although he has handsome features, his face is very haggard. In order to wear mourning, he did not wear the silver and blue bright armor of death and life.He was only wearing a plain blue dress, and his ponytail was tied up with a white hair band.

Xue Meng said: "Don't gossip, and the situation will be irreversible if you continue to make trouble. What is the most important thing to be vicious and cautious... If you are afraid of trouble, you stay here. You don't have to go up."

Everything is repeating the mistakes of the previous life, just like in the past, when Xue Meng said this, the people around him exploded.

He once again became the target of public criticism——

"Mr. Xue, what you said is really too much. What do you mean by being afraid of trouble?" Liu Yemei, the female cultivator of Jiangdong Hall, raised her eyebrows extremely high, "You are not afraid of trouble. A few days ago, you ran to Wushan Hall to assassinate and trample. Xianjun, what is the result?"

"..."

"The result is not that you were defeated, but that it dragged Senior Brother Mei and you to clean up the mess!"

"you--"

A white and slender hand blocked Xue Meng's way, and a silver bell jingled on his wrist.

Xue Meng said angrily: "You don't need to meddle in your own business!"

Mei Hanxue said with a pleasant face: "How can the matter of the benefactor's son be called nosy?" He said, turning his head and smiling at the female cultivator who blushed regardless of the occasion.

"Besides, such a good-looking girl, but what she said is not pleasant, of course you have to point it out so that the girl can correct her mistakes." He said politely, "Helping Xue Meng is a friend's help, not to clean up the mess. The world is here Now, my heart is clear, and please don't wrong me, girl."

Who in the world doesn't know the charm of Senior Brother Mei, the female cultivator was speechless in an instant, her face swelled like a pig's liver.

Seeing her appearance, the Taoist companion of this female cultivator suddenly felt that the top of her head was a little green, so she stood up and mocked: "Interesting, Mr. Xue himself is brave and invincible, we are all only timid, why don't you go up the mountain to explore first?" A way? Anyway, you are the most familiar with the summit of death and life. I heard that the Emperor Ta Xian is the previous life of your cousin Mo Weiyu, and he will never take your life, so safe."

When it comes to Emperor Stepping on the Immortal, many people have some embarrassing expressions on their faces.

Back then when Grandmaster Mo told them the truth, at that time they thought they were playing tricks and talked absurdly.But now, things have surfaced one by one, and everything is as Mo Ran said at the beginning, and many people feel a little uneasy.

It's a pity that not everyone has this attitude. An elderly monk coughed lightly with his beard and said, "Actually, I think the identity of that Emperor Taxian has yet to be verified."

Xue Meng gave him a cold look: "What is the verification?"

The old man said: "What I mean is that although the Ta Xianjun looks exactly the same as Mo Ran, it doesn't necessarily mean that it is his previous life as Mo Ran said before. After all, the Zhenlong chess piece Ah, anything is possible."

"Yeah, I still think that the one who kills Gu Yueye is Mo Ran himself. What is not in the previous life is a reason, an excuse!"

Even at this stage, some people in the crowd still firmly believe that Master Mo was lying and they did not wrong him.

After all, some of them once made generous speeches and insulted him when they were in Tianyin Pavilion.Someone once threw stones and vegetable leaves at him and laughed at him during the three days of the public trial.But to admit that Master Mo is telling the truth is tantamount to admitting that he has been deceived and slandered a good person, which is really embarrassing to some people.

Admitting mistakes sometimes takes more courage than making mistakes, and cowards obviously lack this courage.In order to insist that they have not made mistakes, they are determined not to allow Mo Ran to redress his grievances.No matter how much he was wronged, how much insulted, how many crimes he was charged with, there would be no peace in his life.They still want him to carry this crime.

For these "gentlemen", the innocence of others is worthless compared to their own face.

Mei Hanxue heard this, and praised with a smile: "Sun Daochang, you are really proud and indestructible."

The old man was taken aback for a moment, and after pondering for a long time, he realized that Mei Hanxue was laughing at him, and couldn't help being furious. He rushed up and wanted to fight him, but was stopped by an old monk.

Master Xuanjing persuaded: "Okay, stop arguing, both benefactors, and listen to the old man first. It doesn't matter who Ta Xianjun is. The important thing is how we should deal with it after going up the mountain and how to allocate troops."

He turned his head and asked Xue Meng in a harmonious voice: "Mr. Xue, you are the one who fought against the Immortal Lord. In your opinion, how powerful is this person?"

Xue Meng gritted his teeth for a while, squeezed his fist and said: "With the strength of all the masters here, you may not be able to win."

"Heh!" That Daoist Sun raised his white eyebrows, "What a proud son of heaven, he can really grow the strength of others and destroy his own prestige!"

Master Xuanjing was a little surprised: "So, this person should be much stronger than Grandmaster Chu, no wonder Grandmaster Chu was captured by him..."

"Abducted? Who doesn't know the dirty things of Chu Wanning and Mo Ran now. I don't think it is abducted at all, and Ta Xianjun is not a past life. This whole thing is manipulated by Mo Ran behind the scenes. Chu Wanning and him are also in the same group! If you don’t believe me, let’s go up the mountain and wait and see!”

Xue Meng's face turned pale. In other words, he must have yelled and rushed over to smash the old man's mouth, but not long ago, he just learned the truth about the matter between Master and Mo Ran, and he himself was disgusting to the extreme , actually stood there stiffly, with a slumped expression, unable to utter a word.

At the moment of embarrassment, a tall figure of light blue lightly covered him in front of him.

Jiang Xi said coldly: "Daozhang Sun is so bold and reckless. If after going up the mountain, things are not as you said, then I don't think you need to keep your tongue that confuses people."

The old Daoist's facial muscles twitched, his lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but after mumbling for a long time, he still couldn't spit out in front of Jiang Xi, and shut up.

Jiang Xi glanced sideways at Xue Meng, didn't say any more, but lowered his head and thought about it, and said to others: "It's not too late, let's arrange the final battle targets after going up the mountain, and then act immediately." His gaze Turning to the other heads and elders is a kind of confirmation, "Except for the Zhenlong chess piece, who are the people who are known to be at the peak of life and death?"

People around answered one after another: "I will definitely meet Mu Yanli."

Jiang Xi asked: "Is there anyone who has fought against her?"

A female cultivator raised her hand: "During the civil strife, I confronted her a few tricks."

Jiang Xi asked again: "How is your body?"

The female cultivator thought for a while and said, "Sending three elders should be enough to hold her back."

"Okay, which three elders are willing to lock Mu Yanli after the battle begins?"

Those people on the summit of death and life had long regarded Mu Yanli as a thorn in their side, and at this moment three elders came out immediately, Xuanji was greedy for wolves and lucun.These three people are from the same school, and they are all excellent in martial arts. They each have their own strengths in healing, attacking and assisting, and Jiang Xi agreed without thinking.

Jiang Xi asked again: "What else?"

"There are also a group of servants from Tianyin Pavilion. The number of this group is not good. But there are at least six or seven hundred, and their strength is difficult to estimate."

Jiang Xi pondered and said: "The Wubei Temple is the closest to Tianyin Pavilion's fighting style..." He raised his eyes to Master Xuanjing: "Master, would you like the disciples of your temple to target those Tianyin Pavilion servants during the war? "

"This..." Master Xuanjing thought about the pros and cons secretly.

The disadvantages are obvious. The number and strength of those disciples in Tianyin Pavilion are unknown. Weakness is the best, but if they are strong, they may seriously damage the vitality of Wusai Temple.Danli is also very tempting, because at least they don't have to face the most terrifying Emperor Taxian.

He then nodded: "This old man should share the world's worries."

"The rest is Hua Binan..." Jiang Xi sighed and closed his eyes, "Needless to say. Although Gu Yueye can't say that he is familiar with every move and every style of his, at least he learned from the same source. During the war, please come from me Elders, keep an eye on this person, don't be merciful."

These have been arranged one after another, and the only ones left are Zhenlong Chess Pieces and Ta Xianjun.

Jiang Xi's eyes swept over everyone, but apart from some monks petitioning generously, most of them seemed to have suddenly suffered from cervical spondylosis at this moment, their heads were drooping, and some simply stretched out their hands to touch their necks, as if they were in pain of.

"Palace Master?"

Mingyuelou nodded: "Treading Snow Palace should contribute."

Jiang Xi asked the pavilion master of the Shangqing Pavilion again, and the Taoist priest also nodded and said: "There is no shirkable responsibility."

But other than that, other sects are either afraid of trouble, or really not suitable for fighting. Those who are in charge are more or less hesitant.Some people even muttered: "Since that Ta Xianjun can tear through the gate of life and death in time and space, the power of these masters alone is definitely not enough."

"Yeah, isn't this a death-defying scout..."

Someone sighed: "It would be great if the Confucianism Sect was still there. There are so many monks in the city of 72, alas...it's a pity."

"Huh?" Suddenly a Jiang Dongtang monk raised his voice, "Where's that Ye Wangxi? Isn't she good at fighting? The strength is probably comparable to ten Nangong Liu, and she is definitely at the head level. Where is she?"

It's okay not to mention this, but Jiang Xi's face turns dark when he mentions it.He said in a cloudy way: "Before we set off, we settled a group of refugees in Lonely Moon Night. At that time, it was said that we would leave a monk to guard in case the army of chess pieces overwhelmed us—no one volunteered. In the end, she stayed."

The monk let out an "ah" with embarrassment on his face.

Jiang Xi said gloomyly: "You are all true heroes. Why do you need a little girl everywhere?"

"..."

After waiting for a while, there were still few in the crowd who were willing to take the lead.The young and beautiful new head of Jiangdong Hall even hesitated: "I think we should think about it carefully, after all, this is not a joke. Wait a little longer?"

Hearing the word "wait", Xue Meng's lips turned blue with anger. He tried his best to suppress himself and asked, "How long will we have to wait? How safe can we wait for a little longer?"

"But you can't rush up the mountain to die."

"Success or failure depends on one action, Young Master Xue is cautious."

Master Xuanjing also persuaded: "Young Master Xue, be careful when sailing for ten thousand years. If the earth is turned upside down today, and the gate of life and death appears in the world, no one knows what changes will happen ahead. Right now, the leaders of the entire cultivation world are gathered here. If If all the poles fell into the water, who would be responsible?"

"Yeah, what should we do if we kill the sect masters..."

Xue Meng has been enduring, but at this time he couldn't help it anymore, he suddenly looked up, his eyes were blood red: "Your master is not dead yet, you are already thinking about what to do, what about the peak of life and death?!"

"..."

When it comes to the summit of life and death, everyone can't help but think of the head couple who both died because they were wronged. Many people looked away, and some even felt guilty and bowed their heads in silence.

"The peak of death and life has long been unaware of what to do." Xue Meng's voice was slightly hoarse, "I have no cousin, no brother, no mother, no father, and now even the master..."

Xue Meng's eyelashes trembled slightly, his Adam's apple moved, and he seemed to be trying his best to swallow his pain.But the pain was too deep, and he couldn't bear it in the end. He closed his eyes and opened them again: "You are afraid of death, because you still have sustenance. I don't, so I am not afraid of death."

Mei Hanxue frowned and stopped in a low voice: "Xue Meng!"

But how could he listen.

No one in this world can stop him anymore.

Xue Meng said: "If you don't go, I will go by myself."

"Young Master!" The disciples at the peak of death and life stepped forward to persuade, but Xue Meng had already made up his mind to go, and his murderous intention had been expressed.He turned around and left everyone behind. The anger and grievance that he had been holding back turned into tears on his cheeks, rolling down where no one could see.

Jiang Xi stood in the rain, looking at his back: "You..."

Hearing his voice, Xue Meng walked faster, his dragon city was broken, and he didn't even have a decent sword.But he still walked towards the towering pinnacle of life and death without looking back.

"Xue Meng!"

After several hesitations, a hoarse cry finally broke through Jiang Xi's throat with difficulty.

Jiang Xi walked up, and before his hand touched Xue Meng's shoulder, the young man turned around abruptly, his round bird-like eyes flashed with flames and lightning, and he shouted angrily: "Go away! Don't touch me! "After speaking, he shook off Jiang Xi's restraint vigorously, and turned to leave without giving anyone a chance to speak.

Moss grows on the steps, and bamboos flicker in the mountains.

Xue Meng panted and sprinted in the rainstorm, and in front of him was a dream-like wet world.

At this place, Mrs. Wang once hoeed under the moon to watch a peony bloom.At that place, Xue Zhengyong was once majestic, and when he returned from the battle, he immediately threw his gun.Xue Meng walked through the white stone gate, saw the teacher bowed his head and pondered, ran over the hero pillar, saw Mo Ran looking at the moon, he saw the bustling disciples returning from class in the wind and rain, and the laughter on the bridge corridor was like yesterday.

He quickened his pace and ran forward like fleeing for his life, like a tiger throwing itself into the forest.Then he caught a glimpse of an old peach tree from the corner of his eye. He saw his young self kneeling and knocking under the tree three times, raised his head with a smile, and said to Chu Wanning, who was in white clothes in front of him:

"Disciple Xue Meng, I have worshiped the master."

Close your eyes suddenly.

The Peak of Death and Life carried too many past events, each of which burned him to death.There used to be such a brilliant fire here, but now there is such a sad ashes.

Xue Meng went all the way, the wind and rain whirled, and the old man wasted.

"Don't follow me... don't let me see this again..."

He murmured, shuttled among those lingering shadows, and fled from the high-spirited boyhood.When he stood on the top of the mountain, he was drenched and soaked in rain.Like a huang'er whose wings have withered, trembling slightly.

cold.

The bones were frozen to ice.

He squinted his thick eyelashes, looking at the palace in the distance and the dim candlelight.This is the pinnacle of death and life in the previous life. When I came to assassinate last time, I didn't look at it carefully...

Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of three graves standing in front of Tongtian Pagoda which was closer.

This is something he has never seen in his own sect.He couldn't help but went to look at the three graves, one was chiseled with "Queen of Oil Explosion", the other was bulldozed, and the stone tablet fell to the side.

The last one is very old and old.

In front of that tomb, there is a vague phantom standing alone.

The man's blood-stained robe, with wide sleeves reaching the ground, was standing in front of the tomb, raising his hand to stroke the writing on the tombstone.

Xue Meng was startled suddenly, his brain seemed to be pierced by a feather arrow, and the blood all over his body rushed to his head at this moment. He shouted: "Ink burning!" He wanted to pull out the dragon city, but his waist was empty.

Only then did he remember that Dragon City had been shattered.It was broken in the last confrontation with Emperor Taxian.

The man with his back turned to him didn't seem to hear any sound, but slowly bent down in front of the tombstone, as if an extremely exhausting journey had finally come to an end, Xue Meng saw him pressing his forehead against the cold stone Face, gently rubbing.

Xue Meng ignited a fire in the palm of his hand, and the orange light splashed.

He slashed towards Ta Xianjun's back regardless, and attacked——

"boom!"

There was a loud bang, and the fire did not hurt anyone, only the mossy stele was broken.

Xue Meng was startled, and looked around, but there was no one who stepped on the emperor, what black figure, no one—nowhere.

It was raining like cats and dogs around him, and thousands of trees were falling down in desolation, as if he was the only figure left in the sky and on the earth.But the shadows of the trees whirled and the wind chirped, and it seemed that thousands of troops and horses were lurking in the dark forest and among the strong grass, with their armor in their arms waiting for the attack.

"Stepping on the Immortal--! Stepping on the Immortal!!"

He shouted, his voice was instantly crushed into fine powder by thunder.

Did you read it wrong?

How could it be wrong, it is clearly such a clear back, obviously standing here just now, obviously that person reached out to touch the stone tablet, on the stone tablet...

Suddenly stopped.

Xue Meng leaned over, raised his hand and slowly picked up the broken and fragmented stele that was smashed by himself, half of it was picked up, and it was like falling into an ice cave in an instant!

On the stele it was written:

The Tomb of the Former Master Chu Wanning

whose tomb?What tomb? ! ! !

Xue Meng bounced up suddenly, staggered back, the lightning white light shone on his miserable face, Xue Meng shook his head and murmured: "No...no...what's going on...how is it possible?"

He swallowed his saliva, trying to calm himself down.He squatted in the same place to catch his breath for a while, and then managed to regain his composure. He squinted his eyes and looked at the tombstone carefully.

The body of the stele is already very mottled, at least ten years old, not new.There are chisel marks of different shades on the stele, it seems that something was originally engraved, and then someone rubbed off the original handwriting and re-engraved these seven characters.

teacher first.

The tomb of Chu Wanning.

Is this the grave of the master in the previous life?

Xue Meng's lips were blue, his whole body was trembling, and his chest was rolling in sadness, anger, fear, or something else... He buried his face in his palm, wiped off the wet rain, and his mind was in a mess.

So, in that future that he didn't know about, what kind of love and hatred is there?

He didn't know, just like he didn't know what was engraved on this stone tablet, and for what reason, who changed the inscription.

I don't know anymore.

Xue Meng slowed down for a while, but when he opened his eyes, he saw the black-gold phantom reappear.This time it was closer, and the majestic mountains and rivers, dragons and tigers embroidered with gold thread on the robes were so clearly visible.

The figure seemed to be something between a spirit and a living being, neither quite alive nor quite a spirit.The man looked at the Tongtian Tower, and Xue Meng heard him whispering softly: "Master, you...justify me."

The voice is ethereal, like a dream.

"I'm going home, I'm going home." He said, but there was a hint of daze and hesitation in his tone, "I'm going home..."

"Master..."

With a bang, the thunder seemed to have smashed the earth, the hinterland of the mountains and rivers trembled faintly, and the internal organs were numb.

"But I don't have a home..."

The black gold figure suddenly looked back, and in the stormy rain, Xue Meng clearly saw his face, Mo Ran's face.

The ink burned as if he couldn't see him, just muttered to himself: "There is no home...I want to go back...I want to go back!"

He was anxious and desperate: "Let me go back, let me go back! I want to see him...I want to see him!!"

In the thunder and lightning, the black phantom rose into the sky, and Xue Meng was hit by this cold and violent black wind. The shadow passed through him, with a biting chill, much colder than rain.He was so dazed that he couldn't open his eyes for an instant, and fell to the ground.

"I can't die...I want to see him!"

Xue Meng clearly heard Mo Ran's low drink, and the black shadow flew towards the back mountain of the peak of death and life like a whirlwind.When he came back to his senses, he could no longer see any ghosts, and a sky-cracking red light burst out from the back mountain!

……

what happened?What was that shadow just now?

ghost?

His face was pale, and he sat there stiffly - until someone patted him on the back.

At this time, Xue Meng's whole body was stretched to the extreme, and he jumped up suddenly when he touched it, crazily and extremely helplessly: "Who?! Who!!"

Mei Hanxue held him down and said hurriedly: "Don't be afraid, it's me."

In the woods behind him, came out an extremely ugly Snowwalker, but with a pair of shallow blue eyes that Xue Meng was familiar with.It was Mei Hanxue's cold elder brother wearing a human skin mask.

Eldest brother Mei Hanxue stepped out of the forest, holding two swords in his hand, one was his own Shenwu Shuofeng, the other was...

"Snow Phoenix."

Mei Hanxue walked up to the trembling Xue Meng, and handed Jiang Xi's sword to him.

"Master Jiang asked me to hand it over to you. He said that you can use it, so you don't have to refuse for some reason."

The younger brother was still a little curious: "Can I ask, what is the relationship between you and Jiang Xi?"

"Let's go." Huatou was interrupted mercilessly by the eldest brother, "Let's go to Wushan Temple and see how Master Chu is doing first."

Mei Hanxue said these words, glanced at Xue Meng, tapped the opponent's shoulder with the handle of Shuofeng sword, and plunged into the depths of the heavy rain without saying a word.

And his twin brother sighed, raised his hand and patted Xue Meng's head, and followed his brother to the precarious Wushan Palace.