After the abandoned white moonlight was reborn

Lian Dong died, and the Demon Realm was completely defeated. The world of cultivating immortals sent several people to the Demon Realm to enlighten them. In the future, cultivating immortals will be the orthodoxy of Canglan, the only orthodoxy.Just as Canglan was celebrating together, an image flowed out.

It is Hong Xuexian who respects the wind and bids farewell to the moon.

In the incomparably clear picture, he fell in love with his apprentice, and because of this, he did not hesitate to become a demon and slaughtered all over the sea.

The whole world was shocked and rumors boiled.

All of a sudden, Jianzong and Fengshi were pushed to the cusp of the wind and waves.

There is no one in the world who does not know Feng Ciyue's forbidden love.

Feng Ciyue walked out of the Supreme Abyss after recuperating, and several people were waiting for him.

Someone threw out a picture bead and asked, "Ciyue, is this true?"

Are you really going to slaughter all the troubles for an immoral love?

Feng Ciyue made a wrong step, Xie Yu's face suddenly appeared in his mind, and that sentence, Master, I will accompany you to the Supreme Abyss.So... so it was for this.

He bowed his head and smiled: "Yes."

"Treason, rebellion!" The visitor's face was livid, and he said these two words with great emphasis, his disappointment and hatred were beyond words, "I'll ask you again, do you know your mistake?"

Feng Ciyue's eyes are clear.

There was no sign of greed or obsession, he raised his head, his voice was still cold: "I don't know."

In his entire life, he had only done this one thing that suited his own wishes.

The head of the Feng family's chest heaved and heaved: "Stubborn, you bastard!"

Feng Ciyue is the spiritual leader of the previous generation of Chaos, No.1 of Jianzong, No.1 of Canglan, anyone can do it, Feng Ciyue can't do such absurd things, he looked at Feng Ciyue, "You change to not fix?"

The wind said nothing.

"……it is good."

"very good."

The head of the Feng family closed his eyes, "I want to ask for family law, do you have any objections?"

Feng Ciyue undressed and knelt down: "None."

Feng's ancestral precepts, reading sage books, practicing Jishi sword.

One hundred and eight whips, one hundred and eight questions.

"What book are you reading?"

"Book of sages."

"What kind of sword do you practice?"

"Jishi Sword."

Whip whip bloodstained to the bone.

……

"What book are you reading?"

"What kind of sword do you practice?"

……

One hundred and eight lashes were whipped all night.

The sky will be bright, "...do you know your mistake?"

Feng Ciyue was kneeling, with his head down, his voice was weak but firm: "I am not wrong."

He is right, he has no regrets.

"The Feng family has no one like you."

"From now on, Feng Ciyue will no longer belong to my Feng family."

"I'm here." The old patriarch bent down deeply, dismissing the heat in his eyes, and said in a cold voice, "Farewell to Immortal Master Hongxue."

Feng Ciyue's eyelashes twitched a few times.

After all, there was still no sound.

Even if such a big thing happened, the Feng family still wanted to keep the wind and say goodbye.

But Feng Ciyue insisted that she was right and would not change.

So the Feng family was also disheartened.

In the future, there will be no wind to bid farewell to the moon, only Hong Xuexian will respect the wind to bid farewell to the moon.

……

Feng Ciyue returned to Jianzong.

He hadn't been there for long, but he felt a little timid because of his closeness to his hometown.

Under Lingxue Peak, there are green pines and stone steps reaching to the sky.

In the snowy sky, there seemed to be someone who had been waiting for a long time, and it was Xie Yu.

The master and apprentice have been together for nearly 900 years, but the two look at each other without any warmth.

Xie Yu came to make a break with Feng Zhiyue, he couldn't kill Feng Zhiyue with his own hands, nor could he force him to die like he plotted against Shen Chungui, the enemy spirit of Lonicera.After all, Feng Zhiyue raised him. In his previous life, Feng Zhiyue took half of his heart and blood, and spared his life. He also gave Feng Zhiyue a chance: "Master, I will call you Master one last time." .”

Feng Ciyue's lips trembled a few times, and she understood Xie Yu's purpose.

His whole body was cold, and his blood was almost congealed, but at the same time, he felt his heart and lungs were burning hot and painful.

Ice and Fire.

Xie Yu and Feng Zhiyue actually had nothing to say. They had accompanied Feng Zhiyue to Wushangyuan before, and they just wanted to force Liandong to death with a bitter trick, and they also wanted to break up with Feng Zhiyue.

He raised his eyes, and his voice was indifferent: "From now on, you and I will make a clean break, and the grievances and grievances will be eliminated, and there will be no relationship."

The snow that has drifted for tens of thousands of years is still falling on Ling Xuefeng.

Feng Ciyue was the only one left in the open space. He raised his face, staggered on his feet, and his vision was a little blurred: "That's okay...that's okay."

He brought Xie Yu back to Ling Xuefeng, everything started from here, and everything ended from here.

Enmity and hatred are gone.

There will be no further worries.

Feng Ciyue didn't know when she fell in love with Xie Yu.

He never raised a child.

The little Xie Wushuang can still laugh, like a little fairy boy, calling the master with a baby voice.

Maybe he has never raised a life with his own hands, so he doesn't know how difficult it is to let go of this kind of feeling.

The small ball made his mind softer than ever before.

Teach him to walk, teach him calligraphy, carve swords, grow flowers, Feng Ciyue is clumsy, and he exhausted all his efforts to raise this child.

He didn't know when he had a strange thought.

Probably the child he raised became a young man, but he couldn't bear him to go away.

Xie Yu gave Feng Ciyue a chance. If Feng Ciyue can let go of this feeling and realize it, he will be able to ascend in place.But before he could go far, there was movement behind him.

He turned around and looked back, Feng Ciyue still didn't let go, the spiritual power of his body turned into a golden rainbow and poured down on Xiao Zefeng, the peach trees on Xiao Zefeng began to grow wildly, and in a blink of an eye they were ten thousand years high, and the peach blossoms were flying like snow, The sun is infinitely red.

The heart of the Tao is broken, and evil obstacles abound.

After all, it was the wind that resigned from the moon, annihilated every inch.

The death knell rang at 36, and crimson fine snow fell on Lingxue Peak.

Elder Jianzong, Feng Ciyue has fallen.

Ling Xun just rushed over, and he only got a handful of peach blossoms and fine snow.

He staggered, and aged hundreds of years in an instant: "Hongxue... Hongxue..." Crying and laughing, in great grief and pain, he couldn't say anything, he could only hold the peach blossoms and thin snow, "Hongxue..." Snow……"

He finally knew why Feng Ciyue didn't discuss with them.

How can I say the absurd thing of falling in love with my apprentice.

Yun Buqi also seemed to be stunned.

For a long time, he pulled his lips and smiled, "It's fine to die."

Immortal, how will Feng Ciyue deal with Xie Wushuang in the future.

Ling Xun didn't understand, he couldn't figure out how Feng Ciyue fell in love with Xie Yu, and he didn't understand Feng Ciyue's magic barrier.That video should have been made by Xie Yufang. The master and apprentice had made such a fuss, apart from being sad, all they could say was absurd.

whose fault?

Who is at fault?

Right and wrong, grievances and grievances.

Ling Xun couldn't blame Xie Yu, Feng Ciyue never hurt Xie Yu until his death, and he really couldn't blame Feng Ciyue anymore.

He could only cry and mourn.

Yun Buqi accompanied Ling Xun without saying a word.

He took the time to glance in Xie Yu's direction, Xie Wushuang left, Xie Wushuang did not look back: "..." sighed, "Hey."

As soon as Feng Ciyue died, Xie Yu had a premonition that he was about to ascend.

He has one more thing to do.

A guest with a baby in his arms came to Lanyue Tower.

Qin Miaomiao was a little surprised: "How come Taoist Wushuang has time to come to my Lanyue Tower?" Seeing the baby's face, she suddenly fell silent, which was somewhat similar to Shen Chungui, "This is it?"

The baby in Xie Yu's arms was sleeping soundly. It was a fortune teller, but it wasn't a fortune teller: "This is a descendant of the Shen family in Changliu Mountain."

Qin Miaomiao was startled.

Her expression softened: "Is it the blood of the Shen family?"

Shen Chungui has been dead for a long time, this is definitely not his child.

But she must have the same blood as Shen Chungui.

It's not that Xie Yu can't find someone to take care of this child. Although there is no one in Changliu Mountain, it is not impossible to raise him in Jianzong.But he would always think of Qin Miaomiao, saying that Qin Miaomiao was in mourning for his old friend: "Yeah."

Qin Miaomiao understood Xie Yu's reason for coming.

She took the child and touched the child's soft face with her fingertips. The nun was gentle and beautiful.

Xie Yu didn't wait long.

When he left, a low voice came from behind, "Thank you."

"Thank you."

Xie Yu paused: "No need."

Yuan Si waited for Xie Yu to come out: "Is it over?"

Xie Yu nodded in response: "Yes."

This tide is over.

The love-hate parting of their generation is about to come to an end.

Yuan Si suddenly looked at the sky while he was speaking. Through the dark night, he saw the thunder calamity brewing, and turned to Xie Yu: "Is it coming?"

Xie Yu's Thunder Tribulation is coming.

He also looked up to the sky: "Here we are."

……

Nine layers of thunder calamity.

The horrible and holy atmosphere is spreading, eating away at the sun and the moon.

The golden cloud representing merit and the accumulation of dark clouds symbolizing evil obstacles are intertwined, bright and strange.

There are people in Xianzhou, big and small.

"Nine Layers of Thunder Tribulation!"

"Who wants to ascend?"

"Is it Deyun Immortal or Ling Xun Immortal?"

"It could also be Lanyue Tower Wu Miao Immortal Venerable...Impossible...Impossible..."

"Look."

"Someone came out!"

"It's Wushuang Taoist Lord of the Sword Sect."

The sky brightened.

The morning glow is gorgeous and beautiful.

"Stab, bang—"

The thunder that made the scalp tingle and the hairs stood on end broke out, and the thunder light engulfed half of the sky.

Nine levels of thunder calamity, the great catastrophe of heaven and earth.

Ling Xun hurriedly ran to the peak: "Wu Shuang?"

His voice was anxious and angry, "How could it be a nine-layer thunder tribulation, Wushuang is not a demon cultivator."

Yun Buqi was not clear: "This may be related to talent."

Deyun is also here.

His expression was a little dignified, it might be time for something to happen.

Xianxiu is unlikely to be a nine-fold thunder calamity.

"Crackling, bang!"

Xie Yu shook his eyelashes impatiently during the Thunder Tribulation.

Not so good, he might not survive.

In his previous life, he walked the path of ruthlessness. When he soared, the sun was shining brightly, and he was greeted by the golden phoenix.

He has done many evil things in this life... He plotted and killed several people with great luck. It is not an accident that he is surrounded by evil, but Xie Yu does not regret it. He smiled calmly: "I do not regret it."

Even if he died in Thunder Tribulation, he didn't regret it.

Yuansi is in Xie Yu's sea of ​​knowledge.

He came out and held Xie Yu in his arms as usual: "Wu Shuang."

Xie Yu likes Yuan Si, so he also has regrets: "I should...should have formed a bond with you earlier."

At their level, they are not really afraid of death.

Too much to regret.

Yuan Si's voice was still gentle: "Don't feel guilty, it's not your fault. I love you and I want to wait for you." He covered Xie Yu's eyes, "It's okay, don't be afraid."

Xie Yu's eyes were completely dark.

He leaned in Yuan Si's arms: "I'm not afraid, I'm just..."

I just want to go for a walk with you.

A man's clear and clear voice is next to his ear: "I see this person's journey has been bumpy, and he has been tempered thousands of times. I couldn't bear it, so I buried the sword to eliminate his evil."

Xie Yu shuddered.

Subconsciously stopped Yuan Si, but he only grabbed Zang Feng's scabbard.

The sword shot straight into the sky and soared upwards.

Yuan Si's voice was still gentle: "I hope that you will become the supreme Taoist king and pass on your name forever."

He knew Xie Yu's pursuit, he knew Xie Yu's obsession.

He wanted to fulfill Xie Yu.

With a cry of mourning, thousands of small swords sank into the clouds.

The thunder calamity dissipated, and the golden clouds shone brightly.

The road to the upper realm is opened...the glazed tiles, the colorful cloud palace, and the shadows of a few ethereal spirits.

Xie Yu didn't move forward, he looked at the scabbard in his hand blankly.He pursued the ascension all his life, but in the end he hesitated and wanted to back down.

Yuansi... Yuansi is gone.

Canglan rained blessings and golden rain.

Fans, immortals, demons, and demons all lowered their heads.

In the vision of becoming an immortal, all living beings bow their heads and cannot look directly at the immortal god.

One after another magnanimous voices sounded, spreading across the sea.

"Congratulations to Lord Wushuang for ascension."

"Congratulations to Lord Wushuang for ascension."

"Congratulations to Lord Wushuang for ascension."

……

After Yuan Si buried the sword, his eyes went dark and then lit up again.

He moved his stiff body, looked at the strange yet familiar mansion, and the dusty memory in his mind finally recovered.

"Wushuang..." Yuan Si held his forehead and smiled softly, "Thank you Wushuang."

He is the ancestor of Dao, and he also ascended from Canglan.

After 10,000+ years, Canglan changed again, out of the mind of a caring junior, he took a look.With just one glance, he felt unbearable for some reason, so time turned back, Cang Lan reappeared yesterday, and Xie Wushuang was reborn.

What Yuan Si did was not without price.

His memory was sealed, and he also returned to the old Cang Lan, and became the sword spirit of his own sword.

At the gate of heaven.

Xie Yu did not go to the upper realm for a long time.

The young man in the black snow robe looked indifferent and full of unspeakable sadness.

"No Frost."

Yuan Si called softly, "I'm still here."

He promised a bird to guard its master,

Xie Yu suddenly looked back at the familiar voice.

"Yuan Si?"

"it's me."

Where the clouds and mists are misty is an old friend.

It's a first encounter and a reunion.

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Gentlemen, the story of Canglan is over.