After the abandoned white moonlight was reborn

Yun Buqi is drinking.

The wine jar he was holding was poured, spilling all over his body: "... what?" He stood up suddenly, then stopped abruptly, "No, no. Be calm. I will never give up, I want Mount Tai to collapse in front of me without changing my face .”

After taking a few steps back, he flicked his sleeves, "The weather is bad, so I won't go to Misty Palace. Go to sleep, yes, go to sleep, I'm drunk... the sky is cloudy, it's raining, and I'm going to sleep."

Thousands of miles of sunny days, dark clouds suddenly gathered.

It started to rain in Jianzong.

Ling Xun stumbled on the way to Misty Hall.

He stood up as if nothing had happened, and patted his sleeves: "I'm old, I'm old, I'm really old." The fellowship in 2000, he was the oldest and had no children. Still young, he treats Hua Xunlu as his daughter.

Standing up again, the dignified head of the Sword Sect was a little stooped.

In the Misty Palace, Hua Xunlu fell, and the sect opened for discussion.

There are hundreds of elders on the 36th peak of Jianzong, and only more than 60 people have returned.

"How do flowers find their way..."

"Who did it?"

"Where did she die, I can pick her up later."

"Could it be a magician?"

will not.

Moxiu didn't have the guts to use the sword sect. In fact, they knew in their hearts that monks have a life and death through experience. There are countless monks who have disappeared or died suddenly in these years.

It's just that the attitude still needs to be expressed.

Ling Xun remembered what Hua Xunlu said before leaving, Hua Xunlu seemed to know that he would never come back after this trip.

"According to the usual practice, the Law Enforcement Hall will go to investigate..." There was sadness in his eyes, "To investigate the cause of Hua Xunlu's death, and if there are any bones left, take it back to Jianzong."

Probably there are no bones left, "If you have no doubts... let's start, and then choose the peak master of Huafeng."

Hua Xunlu died, and it was time for the peak master to change.

Jiazhou.

Lin Xiaolu was out of breath: "I can't get rid of this ghost anyway." He was worried, "Wushuang, if this happens again, I have to go back to Jianzong to ask for instructions."

It's okay during the day, but at night, I really can't tell whether the pedestrians on the street are people or ghosts.

Most of them are foolish and foolish, and have no intention of harming people, but they are ghosts after all, which makes people panic here.

Back to Jianzong.

Shui Wushuang held his chin, he was wearing a bamboo hat, only showing a pair of good-looking eyes, revealing a faint sadness: "Go back?" He has fled since the Zongmen Grand Competition.

Qiu Lingjun will kill him.

Most definitely.

Shui Wushuang didn't dare to stay in Jianzong anymore, and secretly followed Lin Xiaolu back to Jiazhou.Fast forward 40 years, and he never heard from Qiu Lingjun again.

I don't know if Qiu Lingjun's eyes are healed... What happened to him and his senior brother?

Lin Xiaolu looked at this face for a long time, but still found it beautiful.

There is a little sadness between the beauty's brows, Xi Shi holds her heart in her arms, I feel pity for her.

He knew what Shui Wushuang was thinking, and persuaded him, "Forget it, there aren't many people who like you now." After a pause, he said enviously, "Xuan Qingzong's Chang Wuyi has been chasing you for a long time."

Chang Wuyi is a little-known genius of Xuanqingzong, and he has also become famous in recent years.

He fell in love with Shui Wushuang at first sight.

Shui Wushuang shook his head: "I don't want to delay."

He touched his face subconsciously. This face is really beautiful... In order to avoid trouble, he usually wears a bamboo hat when going out.

Lin Xiaolu's smile faded a bit, he liked Chang Wuyi a little bit.He said he didn't want to delay, why did he call him so close, and still communicate with him.Through the veil, he glanced at that face again, a little absent-minded.

Wushuang is really beautiful now.

He couldn't believe it at first: "Forget it. I want to go back to Jianzong." I have to go back, and the flood of ghosts will become a disaster. The number of ghosts in the past few years was not as exaggerated as it is now. It has doubled several times.

Shui Wushuang was still in a daze.

He looked at his toes, before Lin Xiaolu left: "Xiaolu, let's go together."

Go back and take another look at Qiu Lingjun. If possible, he still wants to take care of him... It must be very inconvenient to be blind.

Lin Xiaolu: "..."

Shui Wushuang is really infatuated, but what's the use of infatuation.People like Qiu Lingjun, how could they have a crush on them, but he still softened his heart, "Okay."

The two went to Jianzong together, and they left Jiazhou by flying boat.

A ghostly aura shot up into the sky, and black mist filled the sky.

White flags, grimace flags.

The yellow paper money burned for the dead fell freely, covering the streets, paper figurines with red cheeks, they were carrying sedan chairs, and their laughter was shrill: "Hee hee hee hee hee hee."

The hanged ghost has disheveled hair, pale face, protruding eyes, and a long bright red tongue sticking out of his mouth. The little ghost looks like a child, jumping and jumping, with a white complexion, a big-headed ghost, walking slowly, holding his big wrinkled head while walking... The ghost, with slender limbs and a belly as big as a pregnancy, trembled as if it would explode at any time.

ghost town.

When the bitterness, resentment, hatred and sorrow in the world reach the extreme, it will emerge as the times require.

The world has been in chaos for a long time, and this is a harbinger of catastrophe.

……

At that time, Xie Yu had just returned from the sea of ​​suffering.

He pinpointed the time and went back to Jianzong.

Jianguang flashed away from Xunhua Peak, and then returned suddenly.The flowers on Xunhua Peak were all withered, and he looked miserable and bleak, as if he had been nailed to the spot. He stood there for a long time.

The young man's expression was very pale, his pitch-black eyelashes seemed to be dyed with thick ink, his face was like jade, reflecting the moon in the frost and snow, showing a sense of coldness and abstinence.

The appearance is extremely prosperous, floating like a fairy.

Hua Xunlu has fallen.

Why... It's only been 40 years, Xie Yu was in a daze, but it couldn't be seen on the surface, his steps were still very firm, he didn't go back to Ling Xuefeng, and he didn't go to Misty Hall either.

He walked aimlessly, and suddenly asked: "Is there really such a thing as fate?"

Yuan Si lived in the sword: "You don't believe it?"

"No." Xie Yu shook his sword, "I believe it."

He looked at the sky and said calmly, "I don't accept it."

Yuan Si didn't reply.

He also saw the ghost town in Jiazhou: "Are you going to the ghost town too?" All the great powers are rushing towards the ghost town, and they jointly blocked the ghost town, but it was only a blockade, and it could not be eradicated.

This... requires people to suppress ghost eyes and bear the sins of a whole city of ghosts.

Xie Yu hummed.

In his previous life, he went to suppress the ghost town, and it took 600 years to come out... because there are only two people who are suitable, one is Xie Wushuang who cultivates the ruthless way, and the other is Qiu Lingjun who has the spiritual eye of Taoism.

Ruthless Taoist cultivators will not be assimilated by the evil thoughts and ghost energy in the ghost city. Dao Lingyan is a natural spiritual creature and will not be assimilated by the ghost energy. Only the two of them can suppress the ghost city.

Xie Yu didn't hesitate, and he didn't tell Qiu Lingjun.It is his way to protect the common people, save the dying and heal the wounded, not to mention that Qiu Lingjun is still his junior brother, and he has suffered so much... He slightly pulled his lower lip, it should be the 600 years when he was not around.

Qiu Lingjun fell in love with someone else, that Shui Wushuang.

When he came back again, his junior brother who often pestered him disappeared from time to time.

Qiu Lingjun is at Xiaoze Peak.

He hugged Huoque: "When do you think senior brother will come back..." Suddenly raised his head, his lips moved, "Senior brother."

The visitor has black hair and snow clothes, and is covered in frost and cold.

It was Xie Yu.

Firebird was pleasantly surprised: "Chi Chi Chi!" Master, you are back.

It flapped its wings and broke free from Qiu Lingjun's arms. It may have been too fat for too long, and it forgot that it could fly, so it ran straight towards Xie Yu, "chirp chirp chirp!"

All the blessings of the immortal, and Yongkang, the immortal.

Qiu Lingjun was startled.

This is what he taught Huoque back then, when he had not yet entered the sect... Senior brother still loves him very much.

Xie Yu said to Qiu Lingjun, "Going to Jiazhou?"

Qiu Lingjun also knew about the ghost city. After all, Jianzong was the first sect in Canglan, and they wanted to be soldiers.

No one in this world understands Dao Lingyan better than him.

This is not asking him if he wants to go to Jiazhou.

He was asking if he wanted to die.

"Going to Jiazhou?"

……

"Are you going to die?"

The author has something to say:

I used the wrong word, I changed it secretly, pretending nothing happened, hahahaha.