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In the battle of Shanhaimen, countless demon clans and tens of thousands of monks were piled up with corpses, which almost soaked the land of Shanhaimen and dyed it red.

As soon as Xuanmu died, the demon clan lost its support, and immediately surrendered under the intimidation of the great demon Meng Mingchao, disarmed and surrendered, and the demon clan stubbornly resisted. hometown.

The major families and sects suffered heavy casualties, the smaller families and sects were wiped out immediately, and the casual cultivators were also beaten to pieces. It may take hundreds of years for the monks in Central Continent to barely raise them back.

With the assistance of several elders, Xiao Minghe went around sorting out the affairs of the sect for a few days, discussing the next matters with the families of the major sects, and after taking a breath, when he turned around, Meng Mingchao had disappeared.

The last person who saw Meng Mingchao was a young disciple who was stationed under the Mountain Sea Pillar. Seeing Xiao Minghe's expression was not good, he said timidly: "Brother Meng is playing the flute to control ten thousand monsters, and he has gone to the east."

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What about Fang Suiyi?

Xiao Minghe really wanted to ask.

He actually guessed that if Fang Suyi completely dissipated, Meng Mingchao might follow.

Since someone still saw Meng Mingchao in the end... maybe the worst situation didn't happen.

With a glimmer of hope in his heart, Xiao Minghe did not erect a monument for Meng Mingchao and Fang Suiyi.

Shanhaimen suffered too much damage in this battle, but compared to the other sects, it barely maintained its thousand-year foundation.

The remains of unclaimed monks were buried in the back mountain, a tomb for thousands of people, which can be visited and admired by later generations.

The bitter fruit brought about by the war was digested bit by bit by the survivors, and the bones and dust on the devastated land were swept away, and everything gradually became orderly again.

In the first year, Xiao Minghe thought that maybe Meng Mingchao would come back tomorrow.

There are traces of his beloved and cared senior brother from childhood to adulthood, and he should not let it go.

By the tenth year, Xiao Minghe had given up on this idea.

He thought that Meng Mingchao might have wandered between heaven and earth, or he might have returned to sleep under the sea of ​​bitterness.

By the end of the year, Xiao Minghe suspected that Meng Mingchao had gone with Fang to pick up the lost things.

However, the following year, he received a jade talisman brought by a talisman bird. Inside the jade talisman was a remnant soul that had been pieced together and raised for warmth—it was Wen Xiuyue.

Xiao Minghe has read in ancient books that there is a family in the world who possesses the secret technique of repairing the soul. Even if the soul is scattered, it can be stripped from the broken souls wandering between the heavens and the earth, and then repaired.

Fourth Martial Uncle had already retreated, but when he heard the sound transmission, he broke through the closed door, holding the jade talisman and weeping with joy.

Maybe the Shanhai gatekeeper will nurture this remnant soul for hundreds of years, and Wen Xiuyue will be able to wake up.

Two years later, Fu Niao brought another jade talisman, and this time it contained Qi Chu's remnant soul.

Xiao Minghe knew it was sent by Meng Mingchao.

Hope was born from the bottom of his heart again, he always regarded himself as the acting sect master, waiting for the return of the original real sect master heir.

For ordinary people, a hundred years is a long time, but for monks, it is just a snap of the fingers.

A hundred years have passed by relentlessly, Shanhaimen is still the same Shanhaimen, mischievous young disciples blow their beards and stare at their husbands in Fuyun Pavilion, and hard-working disciples on Shanhaizhu sit down and rest. sword intent.

Xiao Minghe's state of mind broke through, and he was ready to retreat.

The next exit may be decades or hundreds of years later, and the position of the sect master will be handed over to several elders.

Before retreating, he suddenly remembered that when he was young, he and Fang picked up the leftovers and ran down the thousands of stone steps under the mountain and sea pillars, followed by Qi Chu who was full of helplessness.Wen Xiuyue was dressed in white, with a long sword on his back, standing on the top of a distant mountain, nodding and smiling at them.

Later, Fang Shiyi picked up Meng Mingchao and always carried the child on his back. When he and Qi Chu walked through the stone steps, his steps were no longer hurried, but became calm and calm.

Later, he was the only one who walked through the stone steps.

He walked step by step on the stone steps and went up to Lanyue Peak, wanting to take a last look at Lanyue Residence before retreating.

After the battle with the two clans of monsters, Xiao Minghe ordered that no one should approach him. He himself had the feeling that things are right and people are different, and that he is close to his hometown, so he will never come here again.

No one has visited here for a hundred years, and the formation is still operating without falling dust.

It's as if he just went out to practice a sword, and when he opened the door, Qi Chu was still teasing his koi, the master sat under the flower tree and played chess with Fang Shiyi, Meng Mingchao was lying on the branch of the flower tree, with the koi beside him Birds and big cats.

The fellowship he once despised was so precious now, and after thinking about it for a while, all kinds of feelings would come to his mind.

Xiao Minghe took a light breath, and pushed open the courtyard door.

With a soft crunch—

The lavender petals fluttered in the wind, and there were two people standing under the flower tree. The person on the left seemed to be in poor health, wearing a thick fox fur, and was complaining to the person on the right: "My new body is really bad." It’s not that empty, good junior brother, we’re all here, just let me go, I’m really not a snowman who just melted away..."

Hearing that the door was pushed open, he turned his head with a suave smile and coquettish eyes.

"Hey, Second Junior Brother, it's so slow to come, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Xiao Minghe was stunned in place.

Everything is as it was then.

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After thinking about it for a while, I feel that Xiao Minghe's perspective is more suitable for the last chapter. Thank you for seeing the little angels here. I kept you waiting for a long time. Bang Bang Bang orz

Tonight or tomorrow, I will add a side story and it will be officially over!