After being dressed as a villain, he was HE

"However, what you said you would tell me was just to clear up your own doubts." After the wind blowing here for a long time, Rong Shuang raised her chin slightly, and said with some dissatisfaction: "I have been eating snow for so long ,are you kidding me?"

"You, can't you just say a few words and make me happy for a while?" Gu Liufeng couldn't laugh or cry, he loved and hated Rong Shuangzhi's mouth, and subconsciously covered his mouth.She covered it up but put it down again, looking at Rong Shuangzhi's trembling long eyelashes, she leaned forward and kissed her very cherishingly.

"Don't make trouble! Do you just want to tell me this?" Rong Shuangzhi pushed him ruthlessly and asked.

Gu Liufeng: "..."

No matter how understanding people are, how good at dancing, he can't move such a boring person who doesn't know the wind and the moon.Gu Liufeng could only sigh, faded the smile on his face and asked: "Why did you go to Juyue Peak to find a way to summon the soul of Xianjun Wenlan after you left Fengfeng Pavilion? I haven't thought about it for a long time. Figured it out."

"Because I only thought that you must also be a victim of the Fengqing Pavilion, so you worked so hard to take revenge. In this case, there is a reason why you worked so hard to bring Xianjun Wenlan out. If Wenlan can speak, at least Can try to unravel the truth, at least, let the filth and filth be revealed to the world."

Therefore, when a person has a smart head instead of an empty head, even if there are some bumps on the road to truth, he can always reach the same goal by different routes.

Gu Liufeng nodded after listening. There seemed to be a trace of complexity in the dark eyes. Under the elegant brows, he calmed down his expression and said seriously: "Only, there is one thing, you actually guessed wrong."

The smile on Gu Liufeng's face turned into a little helplessness, and his tone was light, as if he was about to be swallowed by the flying snow as soon as he said it. "Back then, he was secretly buried in Wuyou Valley. I was willing to work hard to rescue him from Qing Zhaozong because I knew he was not dead. The place in Wuyou Valley was too lonely and desperate. He It shouldn't be there."

"But, anyway, a hundred years ago, Immortal Wenlan should have died voluntarily, and no one deliberately harmed him. Even if the soul was torn apart, part of it was buried in this snow-covered place, and part of it was trapped in the body. "

"I've already guessed that." Rong Shuangzhi only suppressed her smile, and finally came back to her senses, her eyes seemed to be filled with autumn water, as if she understood what Gu Liufeng meant, looking at the scenery in front of her, she subconsciously held her breath. He took a breath, and asked thoughtfully, "So, I guessed right about the others?"

Gu Liufeng didn't expect Rong Shuangzhi to turn back to him.Looking up at the endless snow field, it seems that the words on the lips are so depressed that even the soul is heavy.Her slender lips trembled again and again, but she still said, "Sorry, I can't tell you for now."

"It's okay, I will find the answer myself." Rong Shuangzhi responded softly, her voice was like the tinkling of spring water, as if she wanted to shake off the restlessness around her.After a moment of silence, he tentatively asked, "Then how did you find this place?"

"I didn't find it myself." Gu Liufeng sighed, looking at the white snow, he gently stroked the jade wall next to him.On the jade wall, a line of characters was engraved where Gu Liufeng's finger touched it. "When I came here for the first time, my spiritual power was exhausted. When I was at the end of my life, the spiritual energy left by Daoist Wen Lan saved my life. I also found this handwriting."

I don't know how long the handwriting on the wall has been, it is already mottled and hard to read, only the vigorous and elegant style can be vaguely seen. "I have searched for Fuxue Mountain all over the world, but this place is the only one that can be used as an eye. I have left the jade wall spiritual energy to guide me. If any Taoist friends come here, go up thirty feet, and there will be skylight."

"I only knew it after reading the handwriting, so it is true that he voluntarily died in the battle back then. After all, he even found the eyes of the battle."

"I see." Rong Shuang was suffocated in her heart, looking at the line of words, her nose was sore, she sat on the ground as if slumped, and asked softly: "If Immortal Wenlan knew, I would have ended up in such a situation. , will he still volunteer to fight and sacrifice his life for martyrdom?"

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"Who is he?" In the newly repaired jade boat, Gu Yunzhou squatted beside Gu Ying, pointed at the people in the cage, and asked Gu Ying, who was busy, with raised eyebrows.

"You should have known him when he was alive. His name is Wen Lan."

"!!!!!!" Gu Yunzhou was so frightened that he jumped up suddenly, his voice stuttered: "Fuck! He, he, he..."

"That's right, that's the one, Wen Lan, who made your Wuji Immortal Venerable of Qing Zhaozong lose his Dao heart, and wore white clothes for a hundred years to keep his chastity." Gu Ying, who was busy working, raised his head, his eyes full of hooks. Indifferently, said calmly.

"How did he become like this?"

"Back then," Guying blinked, paused his busy hands, and suddenly fell into deep thought. After a while, he said dazedly: "Back then, he died on this Fuxue Mountain, and became a big force to suppress demon corpses." But, I don’t know why, after the martyrdom, part of the soul was trapped by this body, and the corpse was infiltrated by the poison of the demon corpse, right?”

"Oh." Gu Yunzhou didn't say much, but stood up obediently, and gave Wen Lan a deep bow.

"I can't see it, but you have some conscience. What's the matter? When you meet a senior, you have to pay homage to him? I heard that Xianjun Wenlan's swordsmanship was passed on by his Taoist companion Wuji Xianzun back then, and his attainments in other aspects are also not bad. As the saying goes, cultivation talent can be compared to the head of Qing Zhaozong's disciples. If he does not die, he must be the suzerain of Qing Zhaozong. Even if he is martyred, that position will be vacant for a hundred years, just because Qing Zhaozong no longer has such talents Disciple, no one is worthy of the suzerain position that Wenlan has not ascended to." Gu Ying smiled at him when he saw his movements, and said comfortingly: "As the only disciple who has been instructed by Wuji Immortal Venerable, worship him It is also appropriate to worship."

"It's not because he is my senior that I worship him." Gu Yunzhou sighed, and said seriously: "The disciples of Qingzhaozong put helping the world first, but how many people can truly martyr themselves and die for the world? Immortal Wenlan's righteous deeds are admirable! He deserved his death."

"One sentence of yours is admirable, and you will kill others, and one sentence of death is enough to sum up people." Gu Ying suddenly changed his face when he heard his words "death was worthy", and even the movements of his hands froze. Stopped, let the spiritual energy escape, fixedly looked at him and said: "But you have so many disciples of Qing Zhaozong, who wants to die? Why should he sacrifice his life for righteousness?"

"But, you should also know. Only the Wuming Immortal Venerable's lineage is the only one who can form a battle with his own strength, right? The disciples under the Wuming Immortal Venerable's seat are all excellent physiques with the horoscope of pure yin, and they are the only ones Able to pour the cultivation base of the whole body into the merit cup separately from himself, without hurting his own dantian. It is precisely because of this kind of talent that he can control the spiritual power released outside, and use them as a guide to open the big formation with his own power .So this group of people are amazingly talented people, because they can always turn the tide at critical moments with one enemy against a hundred."

"That's why the disciples of Wuming Immortal Venerable, and the people on Juyue Peak, will die badly." Gu Ying said viciously, with a rare sneer and sarcasm on his face covered by a black cloth, like a needle piercing someone, Sharp and mean.

"Little Xianjun?" Gu Yunzhou was not angry, and squatted back beside Gu Ying, suddenly called out softly, looked at him seriously and asked: "Holy Hand Xiaoxianjun? You also became famous at a young age, the lineage of Wuming Xianzun Right? Why do you say that you all have to die?"

"Back then your Floating Pestle was famous, and I don't know how many people were grateful. If you were ranked second on the Fenghua List, no one would dare to rank first. If you are still..."

"Stop talking!" Guying suddenly interrupted him in a concentrated voice, tightly squeezing her palms, her hooked eyes bursting with unprecedented sadness, looking at Gu Yunzhou, suddenly said with a sneer: "Gu Daoyou, what should you do?" Said that fortunately I am no longer here. So what if you become famous at a young age and are in the limelight? The disciples of Juyue Peak have the physique of a furnace, and their cultivation base is saved by others. What they have learned and used is all for the benefit of the world But in this world, there are so many people at stake, the situation is compelling, there is nothing to do, there are so many places that need them to help the world, and their lives are taken one by one, how can they die well? How can they live well?"

Gu Yunzhou was silent, and raised his eyes to scan the demon corpse in the cage in the corner.Even if Gu Liufeng used all kinds of magic weapons to nourish him every day without money, it was of no use at all. The person who used "Zebei Tianxia" to purify the devil's energy and save the common people was tortured to the point of no use by the devil's corpse poison. humanoid.How ironic it is to help the world but not to save oneself.

But who wants to die if they can live?

"So Qing Zhaozong's formation is completely broken!"

"You're right." Gu Yunzhou was stunned for a while before slowly saying, "Everyone has only one life, and giving up one's life to help the world should be a quality, not a requirement coerced by fame and status."

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"But, Shuangzhi, even if he didn't know about this situation. But at that time, there were Taoist companions who looked forward to his return, and lovers who would keep their filial piety for him for a hundred years. Some people also thought about him day and night. After a hundred years passed, but I don't even know where his body is." Gu Liufeng looked at him meticulously and said with difficulty.A few strands of her normally neat hair were blown away in the wind and snow, making her elegant eyebrows look a little fragile and pale.

"Knowing that he was going to go, and his survival was still slim, he still fought."

"So," Rong Shuangzhi took a deep breath, as if she wanted to pour out all the sourness in her heart. "For the sake of the common people, he has already sacrificed once. For this reason, he lay down for so long whether he was alive or not. The formation of Fuxue Mountain can't last long. Waiting for it to be broken in the future, let Wenlan Xianjun die again, I'm afraid that the soul will be killed. That's too late."

"You are so rich now, if I summon the soul for him, are you sure you can control the rioting demon corpse?" Rong Shuangzhi suddenly stood up, stretched his blue sleeves, and said decisively. "Even if it's not for you, I will rescue him this time."