Gu Meizhi

Elder Tianxiang walked forward first. The Tianxiang Peak disciples buried in this cemetery are naturally arranged in order of generation. After walking through the scattered tombs nearby, there are only a few tombstones in the deepest part of the bamboo forest. A generation of young disciples who died young.

In front of Jiangbie's tombstone are several bouquets of unnamed flowers, snow-white and jade-like, with fresh dew on the petals.

Ling Yu leaned down slightly, staring at Jiangbie's tombstone for a long time.

When Jiang Bie was buried, Ling Yu had already been imprisoned under the Seven Killing Cliff, unable to see him off for the last time.

Fortunately, looking at it now, the bamboo sea and pine waves here are quiet and pleasant, and there are all his close teachers and friends in the surrounding area. He will not be too lonely if he sleeps here.

"If it weren't for the turbulence of the Great Desolate Abyss, the old man would have passed on the position of the peak master of Tianxiang Peak to him in advance."

Elder Tianxiang stood far away beside the tombstone. It would be heartbreaking for a white-haired person to send a black-haired person.

"The wind and rain are coming in Kunlun Mountain, most of the disciples can't be reused, and only he is the old arm."

After a long while, there was only the rustling of bamboo leaves blown by the wind, Ling Yu said softly: "Uncle Master doesn't know, he might not want to be the peak master of Tianxiang Peak."

He bent down, rolled up his sleeves and gently wiped the tombstone for Jiang Bie.Ling Yu's movements were extremely careful, never letting go of even a little floating ash.After wiping the tombstone, he gathered the flowers in front of the tomb for him.

The wound on his arm had stopped bleeding earlier, and it stinged slightly when he touched it, but he didn't seem to notice it, and continued to speak softly.

"...When we went down the mountain together to practice, we passed a secular town in the southwestern border. The local residents were deeply trapped by pythons and monsters, so we immediately helped.

"The climate there is warm and humid, and there are many green bamboos growing around. The local common people make a living by weaving bamboo. In order to thank us for our virtue of eliminating demons, what they give away are mostly hand-woven bamboo daily necessities, which are better than exquisite craftsmanship. clever.

"Jiangbie played for a long time at that time, and even lingered there, wanting to learn the craft from the local residents.

"...This trivial matter has already passed for many years, but I think about it from time to time, and I always feel that if we start from scratch, he might prefer to be a bamboo weaver who lives an ordinary life."

The tombstone is cold, and there is a faint chill on the knuckles.

Ling Yu stared at the names written on the tombstone with silver hooks and iron scratches, and fell silent for a while.

Jiang Bie was born in a cultivator family with outstanding talents. He had long been placed in high hopes by his parents and teachers, and he was destined to take this path by nature.

But most people in the world can't help yearning for the days they have never experienced before.

Elder Tianxiang closed his eyes, and said for a while, "Tianxiangfeng offended Senior Nephew Ling a lot earlier, it was all just a moment of anger, I hope Senior Nephew will not take it to heart.

"Even if there was no such accident, Jiang Bie's injuries would never recover, and he would be dying after all. This old man understands in his heart."

Ling Yu bowed slightly and said: "Master Uncle has nothing to do with what happened before, and Uncle Master speaks seriously. ——In the final analysis, as long as the Four Great Monster Beasts exist, Kunlun will not be able to rest in peace.

"But if you think about it carefully, they murdered Kunlun's disciples, seized Master Tianfu, blamed Junior Brother Mei, and did everything before us. Kunlun can only retreat again and again, and is ultimately under the control of others."

Elder Tian Xiang's eyes were slightly sharp, and he nodded and said: "That's right. The situation is not good for Kunlun. If we want to reverse the status quo, we can only attack the weaknesses of the four monsters."

He paced forward, turned his back to Jiangbie's tombstone, looked at the green bamboo sea in the distance, and said for a while, "Nephew Ling, in your opinion, where is the weakness of Chaos?"

Ling Yu stood up from Jiangbie's tomb. Hearing Elder Tianxiang's words, he silently clenched his hands and fingers under his sleeves, and then said in a low voice, "Mei Qingjian."

Throughout the Kunlun Mountains, there is only one person who has lived with Chaos for a long time, not to mention that he is the only remaining descendant of the God Race in the world. If he wants to kill Chaos, he must start with Mei Qingjian.

Elder Tianxiang said slowly: "One day, Chaos will definitely return to Kunlun Mountains to murder Nephew Mei. There is no doubt about it. If we want to lure it to take action, it is better to seize the opportunity here."

Ling Yu's heart tightened, and he blurted out: "Uncle, Junior Brother Mei was imprisoned in the Great Desolation Abyss and suffered severe bone-piercing injuries. He has not recovered so far. If he is used as bait, I'm afraid—"

Before he finished speaking, Elder Tianxiang shook his head slightly, and said with a wry smile: "If he is used as bait, that old man Gongxiyi will probably turn his back on this old man.

"... Chaos is full of heart, not Nephew Mei, but the white ethnicity hidden behind him. Coincidentally, the old man also has such a key in his hand."

Ling Yu's gaze closely followed Elder Tianxiang, watching him slowly lift up the seemingly dilapidated small black cauldron that he carried with him, the cauldron rotated out of thin air, and white smoke floated up——

"Leaving the mountain this time, the old man chased Qiongqi for thousands of miles, and finally lost his way in the Great Western Wilderness. There were rumors in ancient times that when the Emperor Clan opened up the Ten Kingdoms of the Great Wilderness, he fought fiercely with his rebels in the Great Western Wilderness for ten days. ten nights.

"Dihong, the mighty general in front of the army of the gods, shakes the world. From time to time, there are divine beasts riding on the Huang family to admire his demeanor, and they join Dihong's command, willing to be driven."

It was the first time Ling Yushang heard this, and said in amazement: "I heard that it was the Dihong clan who opened up the kingdom of the Bai people. It turns out that the Chenghuang clan followed the Bai people, and that's why."

Elder Tian Xiang nodded and said: "Exactly. More than ten thousand years ago, the land of Shenzhou was still in the midst of frequent wars. The gods fought on the battlefield, repeatedly encircling and suppressing the demons that were causing trouble in the world at that time. There was once a war in the Western Wilderness Overseas." hard fight.

"At that time, Emperor Hongshi was in danger, and it was he who took Huang to bear a heavy blow on his behalf and saved Dihong's life. Feeling his loyalty, Emperor Hongshi used his great supernatural powers to cast a requiem technique to kill it. The spiritual consciousness is placed under the monument of the emperor in the Great Western Wilderness overseas, nourished by the above ancient divine power, waiting for the opportunity to wake up in the future."

Ling Yu's heart was beating wildly, and he said in a low voice: "Master Uncle has traveled overseas to the Great Western Wilderness, could it be..."

"...The old man traveled to the Great Western Wilderness overseas. There are few people in the rolling green hills. There is only a faint evil spirit left by Qiongqi and Chaos here. The old man went all the way to find the site of the ancient war. There is still a stone statue of the emperor's family there. lifelike."

Elder Tianxiang raised his hands to the sky, closed his eyes for a long time, and then softly said: "The way of cultivation is boundless, and it is difficult for us mortals to see the way of heaven in our whole life. Perhaps—perhaps somewhere in the dark, we will naturally It's divine."

The ancient black cauldron was still spinning slowly in mid-air, and thin smoke curled up around it.

Tens of thousands of years have passed, and the miracles of the Great Desolation have long disappeared in the world, but this tiny ray of spiritual consciousness has been sleeping peacefully until now.

No one would have expected that in this tripod, the mount of the ancient Emperor Hongshi, the last surviving yellow beast in the world, was quietly sleeping.