Master is respected

This year's winter is too long, the snow is falling tirelessly, looking around, the world is a vast expanse of whiteness, as if wearing plain clothes, quietly mourning for someone.

The Sanqingzong, who was famous all over the world in the past, was severely injured this time. Although the dead can be revived, the cracks created cannot be repaired.In addition to the fact that one of the three celestial monarchs was removed, and Wuji had the intention of abdicating, his strength was greatly reduced, and the responsibility for one case fell on Yuqing.

Yuqing didn't criticize the disciples who went astray, nor did he criticize those Taoist sects who had different intentions, he just let out the words that the affairs of the world are like sand in the palm of his hand, and Sanqingzong will not interfere whether he goes or stays.Whether it is a person or a sect, if you want to stand on your own, please do whatever you want.Other sects don't need to respect the Sanqingzong anymore, since then the power of the world will be king.

Yuqing's move cut off the affiliation between Tianxia Daomen and Sanqingzong, and promoted other sects to develop in a more diversified direction. blessing.

The whole world is waiting to be prosperous, and the secession of the sect cannot be completed overnight. After the Sanqingzong made a decision, he will not interfere with anything.They went back to Mount Shegu, and the whole sect wore plain clothes and skirts.

Xie Junzhuo died in martyrdom with no bones left. After discussing with Jiang Yuehan, Yuqing and Jiang Yuehan agreed to set up a mourning hall in Qiankun Hall.

According to the past customs, it doesn't take that long to stop the coffin, but considering that there will be many people who would like to express their condolences, Yuqing extended the time, which can be regarded as the last consolation for the living.

In the mourning hall, Jiang Yuehan wore sackcloth and filial piety as a survivor. Yuqing wanted to say something wrong, but seeing Jiang Yuehan's calm and haggard expression, he swallowed the words several times when they reached his lips.

Now, what reason does he have to object to the relationship between the two?The secular vision can't trap the weeping and mourning soul, it is the unspeakable sadness in the bottom of my heart.They have passed away for two lives, how could they not know the heartache and pain in it?

In the revived memory of the world, their past has long been colored by gossip, and as time goes by, it has become a topic of conversation after dinner.

Jiang Yuehan doesn't care about the world, what she cares about has already turned into dust.

In the quiet and solemn mourning hall, her white clothes hurt the eyes of countless people.Snow spread outside the hall, amidst the curling fireworks, her brows seemed to have condensed frost, dispelling the warmth and joy, leaving only endless loneliness.

There was an endless stream of people who came to express their condolences, from Taoist acquaintances to ordinary people, they either wielded swords, or traveled across mountains and rivers, just to come to the mourning hall that represented Xie Junzhuo and say a few words that were boring in their hearts.

As the eye of the formation, Shui Miaomiao has been in the calculation of Wangqing from the very beginning, and this time she came back from the dead to really come back to life, not just existing in this world as a walking formation.She lost the unrestricted ability to travel through formations, but because of this, she was able to practice formations, with extraordinary talents, and gradually became the great disciple of Yin Yang Xuanzong.

Yan Yurong felt guilty and did not show up, and Yin Yang Xuanzong came here under the leadership of Shui Miaomiao.The memory of her previous life allowed Shui Miaomiao to meet a different Xie Junzhuo. She was silent for a long time in front of the mourning hall, and finally laughed at herself.

She is an enemy to Xie Junzhuo, but Xie Junzhuo regards her as a friend.She made provocative words and stood up with a gun. Xie Junzhuo smiled and did not retaliate.

"I really envy you. You have only been yourself for two lifetimes."

Shui Miaomiao was full of emotion in her heart. They grew up, and the sect they believed in was not perfect. When they were indifferent to Xie Junzhuo's help, they showed the selfishness and ugliness of human nature to the fullest.

What do you say about seeking immortality and asking for transcendence? In the end, it is not about weighing the pros and cons in the desire.

Yin Yang Xuanzong came quickly and left quickly. After them, several other small sects also came.In contrast, there was no movement on the side of Fozong.Perhaps at this moment they are still in the regret of the previous life and have not made a choice.

After the Daomen, the demon and the sawtooth rat were revived in the source qi. Xie Junzhuo erased the killing karma they committed in Lijia Village back then, and repaid their sacrifice in this life.Clan elders, as representatives, came to Sanqingzong to offer incense to Xie Junzhuo.

After going through all these ordeals, their family came to a great realization and planned to stay away from the world and go to a secluded place to devote themselves to practice.The clan elders came here not only to express their condolences, but also to bid farewell to Jiang Yuehan.

Regardless of cause and effect in the previous life, if Jiang Yuehan hadn't been in this life, their family would have perished in hatred and ceased to exist. How could there be such a chance of rebirth?

Jiang Yuehan heard the clan elder's plan, and after a moment of silence, she took down the bone whistle that the clan elder had given her, and returned it to the Sawtooth Rat.

To the clan elders, this thing was a reward, but in Jiang Yuehan's view, it was a bondage to the Sawtooth Rat.They have seen through all the past and plan to start a new journey, so there is no need for the whistle that represents restraint to continue to exist.

The clan elder thought for a moment, took the whistle and left Jiang Yuehan.In this battle, their clan has formed a relationship with Sanqingzong, even if there is no whistle, this karma will continue.The original mind lasts longer than dead things.

"This little old man runs so fast, I thought he would wait for me."

A clear and pleasant voice floated in from the entrance of the main hall, and accompanied by footsteps, Lan Xi and Ye Wushuang, dressed in Tsing, walked in.They each represent a force, and also represent a cause and effect related to Xie Junzhuo.

He Piao, who was helping in the mourning hall, handed the incense to the two, Lan Xi took it, and Ye Wushuang hesitated a little.In just a few days, this high-spirited demon was not as thorny as he was when he first saw him. The melancholy between his brows was like mist, thick and lingering, and there was sadness and pain in his eyes.

He Piao did not make a sound, and waited quietly.Ye Wushuang knelt down on his knees, offering this last bow with the etiquette of the demons.His king will die forever and will not give him any response.

He Piao paused, and silently backed away.

After inserting the incense sticks, Lan Xi smiled wryly at the mourning hall where there were only spirit tablets, and raised her hand to call out a burnt magic piano.This is the Fenyin that accompanied her through life and death. The cracks cannot be healed, but the strings can be connected.Because of having died once, this piano now completely belongs to Lan Xi, and she does not need to sacrifice her life.

Lan Xi sat down holding the piano, plucked the strings with her bare hands, and a song of mountains and rivers poured out.The sound of the piano is melodious and melodious, endlessly lingering, and countless people are aroused with thoughts in their hearts and are filled with emotion.

In the past, in order to help Xu Buwen Baoqin and everyone die together, Xie Junzhuo buried her in the Weapon Hall, hoping to listen to her play a song in the future.Now Lan Xi is still there, but Xie Junzhuo has no future.She calculated every step, except herself.

In the huge mourning hall, only the sound of the piano is floating.The sound of the piano is also full of what Lan Xi wants to say to Xie Junzhuo. She still has too many feelings in her heart, and it is over before she can express it.

If it wasn't for Xie Junzhuo's help in this life, she would have already been reduced to a murderous knife.But she escaped unharmed, but the mermaids and sea monsters did not escape bad luck.They were buried in the sea. Before they died, did they ever resent her, an ill-informed witch?

Lan Xi played the piano, full of thoughts.At the end of the song, she got up holding the piano, looked at Xie Junzhuo's spirit card with a complicated expression, and said bitterly: "Girl, I have to go."

Taixu is gone, and the Hall of Weaponry has also moved its location and rebuilt it in the place where Xie Junzhuo's bones are buried.After deliberation, Sanqingzong decided to let Lan Xi return to the sea.Although she was once an accomplice of Tai Xu, she was persecuted by Tai Xu in the final analysis, and the price of the mermaid clan was enough for her to feel guilty for the rest of her life.

Yuqing has no intention of continuing to embarrass her, and letting her go back will also help the stability of the sea, and the Xuanmen at this moment cannot withstand another storm.

After Lan Xi said goodbye, she glanced at Ye Wushuang. This demon was still in a kneeling posture, and no one knew what he was thinking.

In his previous life, he was Xie Junzhuo's subordinate, following Xie Junzhuo as a madman, he was loyal and unwavering, the Taoist sect hated the two of them deeply, and when he mentioned it, he gritted his teeth.

After everyone's memory came back to life, their attitude towards him also became complicated. His hands were stained with too much blood, and countless disciples of the Sanqing Sect died on his hands.If it weren't for the pressure from the high-level people, it is hard to guarantee that the people below will not do impulsive things.

Even Lan Xi admired him a little. In the current situation, he dared to go to the Sanqingzong alone, and he was not afraid that the Sanqingzong would turn his face on the spot.

Jiang Yuehan burned a stack of paper money into the fire, and the flame danced, reflecting half of her face.In the warm fire, she looked up at the tall demon in front of her, then stood up and said, "I'll give you a ride."

Ever since Xie Junzhuo's mourning hall was set up, Jiang Yuehan has been here all the time, neither eating nor drinking nor moving.Today she offered to give it away, and everyone present was a little surprised.

Lan Xi glanced at Ye Wushuang, as if thinking of something, her eyes were clear, and she left lightly.

Ye Wushuang bid farewell to Xie Junzhuo, followed Jiang Yuehan and left Qiankun Palace, walking all the way towards Mingjing Valley.Ye Wushuang was familiar with Lu Ye of the Sanqingzong. In his memory, he followed Xie Junzhuo to attack many times. Every time, the road was covered with corpses and blood flowed like a river.

Jiang Yuehan was wearing white clothes, with a white hairpin pinned, as if blending into the snow.Winter is severe and long, and the exhaled air condenses into hoarfrost.

The two passed by the entrance and retreat hall, Zou Buwen sat on the reclining chair at the door, with a book covering his face.He changed back to his previous lazy appearance, but occasionally when his brows and eyes were lowered, he would show a sad look.

Wang Zhuo did not experience life and death, but he experienced and saw everything in his previous life.It turned out that in the past, at such a close distance, he really lost Wang Zhuo.Just like before the Suzaku battle, he died in front of Wang Zhuo's eyes.They depend on each other, but leave each other cruelly.

Besides Wang Zhuo, Xie Junzhuo also became a pain in his heart.At the beginning, he suspected that Xie Junzhuo had other purposes, but he didn't know that what she did was not only to save Bai Lu and herself, but also to save him and Wang Zhuo.With her memories in her back, she was full of calculations and planned every step of the way, just to survive.

The ridiculous thing is that he didn't know anything, and even cruelly broke Xie Junzhuo's Taoist heart, wanting to leave a crack in her practice.

Sensing Zou Buwen's aura, Ye Wushuang stopped, stopped for a moment, and looked back at the hall.The towers that rose from the ground survived the war, and the words "advance and retreat" on the plaque are one black and one white, which is quite mysterious.

To advance and retreat is to have a degree of relaxation, know how to measure, and be sensible.It is not only the appearance of Sanqingzong to the outside world, but also the truth that Sanqingzong wants the world to understand.

Not far from the Hall of Advancement and Retreat is the Valley of Mirrors, Jiang Yuehan only sent Ye Wushuang here, and she had something to tell Ye Wushuang.

The valley was covered with snow, and the cold air was overwhelming. Jiang Yuehan's dress was blown by the wind, like a fairy who was gone with the wind.She raised her hand to support the hairpin on her head, and looked at everything in front of her.

This is the beginning of the story. She took Xie Junzhuo step by step through the steps and walked towards a new life.Now it will also be the end of the story, she will watch Ye Wushuang leave step by step towards the end.

"There is a foggy city in the north of the Demon Realm. The land is vast and sparsely populated, and the conditions are harsh. Because it is blocked by high mountains, the clouds and mists in the spring and autumn are filled, and you can't see it. My master has ordered the disciples of the Sanqingzong to kill the people in the foggy city. They were picked up and sent to Liaocheng for resettlement, which is now an empty city."

Jiang Yuehan stood with his hands behind his back, and said calmly: "You have been crazy with Jun Zhuo for two lifetimes, and the ultimate goal is to get the demons out of the plight of the Demon Realm. Although Jun Zhuo is gone, I will help her with this matter. Fog City is difficult for ordinary people to develop, but it is not difficult for you demons. Clouds and mists can also serve as your cover. From then on, Fog City is the boundary of your demons, and Jun Zhuo has given you an explanation. "

The good and evil in the previous life cannot be investigated. In this life, the demon clan has indeed helped the Taoist sect a lot. From this point of view, the Sanqingzong cannot stand by and watch the demon clan's plight.

After weighing the pros and cons, they decided on Fog City. First, the location is suitable, which can give people who are unwilling to leave the Demon Realm a time to adapt; second, it is secluded to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings caused by human beings entering by mistake; There is a difference between the spiritual energy needed by the Taoist clan and the Taoist cultivator. The spiritual energy in Wucheng is not suitable for Taoist cultivators, but it is very suitable for the demon clan.

Ye Wushuang was stunned. After Xie Junzhuo's death, he recalled the memories of his previous life. He thought a lot by himself. He wanted to bring the demons back to the abyss, seal the passage to the world, and never come back again.Unexpectedly, Jiang Yuehan would vacate a place for the demons without saying a word, without any agreement or price, and would give them a city for nothing.

Ye Wushuang's throat tightened, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

Jiang Yuehan glanced at him, saw his complex expression, and said: "Since the world has changed to a new pattern, why continue to stick to the past? You demons are also the creatures of this continent, and you also have the right to live."

Ye Wushuang's Adam's apple rolled, and after a while, he said earnestly, "Thank you!"

Jiang Yuehan lowered his eyes and said, "You go, the Sanqing Sect no longer cares about you, so you don't have to come again."

Ye Wushuang choked, his eyes turned red immediately, no amount of sadness was as painful as Jiang Yuehan's words.He laughed at himself wryly, turned around and left without looking back.

Snowflakes were flying in the valley, Jiang Yuehan watched him go away until he disappeared at the end of Mirror Valley.

Outside Shegu Mountain, a group of demons have been waiting here for a long time, none of them dared to enter without Ye Wushuang's order.Seeing that Ye Wushuang came back intact, Xiaotian ran over happily.She wanted to plunge into Ye Wushuang's arms to act coquettishly, but she was stunned when she got in front of Ye Wushuang.

Ye Wushuang burst into tears, he didn't dare to turn his head, just stood in the snow, motionless.

He didn't understand before why Xie Junzhuo would pamper him in every possible way, knowing what he likes, surrendering his back without doubt, trusting him, valuing him, and even saying his name accurately when they first met.Now he knows, all this is because Xie Junzhuo remembered.

She has not forgotten their previous lives, and cherishes their feelings, for which she never suspects his ulterior motives.

Ye Wushuang felt that Xie Junzhuo was stupid, that was the self in his previous life, a past he didn't know about at all, how could it be used to measure him in this life?But if Xie Junzhuo had a little more thought and suspicion towards him, maybe the ending would be different.

Self-blame and guilt filled Ye Wushuang's heart, and snow fell on his shoulders.

Xiaotian couldn't see his grief, and swept the snowflakes off his body with red eyes, and said softly: "Brother Wushuang, we should go."

Ye Wushuang came back to his senses, he rubbed Xiaotian's hair, showed a smile uglier than crying, and said: "Don't worry, I'm just a little sad. I know, even if I stand here forever, there will never be another person Call my name and let me take her away."

Ye Wushuang's voice was very soft, very soft, not as if speaking to others, but as if speaking to himself.

Xie Junzhuo once called his name here, and he took her away, but failed to bring her back.When they left, the spring breeze was blowing and the fields were full of flowers, but now there is only endless snow here, and it is bitingly cold.

The author has something to say: I really have the potential to be a stepmother, but I can’t he today (I can’t laugh or cry)

Sister Bai will be on stage tomorrow, so you can look forward to it.