The heavy rain that had been falling all day did not stop because of the death of Zhan Qian's corpse, but accompanied by the thunder that became more and more violent, and under the slanting wind and fierce rain, there was an old man with gray hair at the scene, this person's face was covered with thick wrinkles, as if earthworms crawled on his face, if it weren't for the simple and simple cloud-white robe supported by strong muscles, he thought he was a dry corpse.

The old man appeared strangely at the scene, his serious face turned one hundred and eighty degrees to reveal a look of horror, and his eyes were full of star-spotted strange colors, as if he could peek into people's hearts.

The old man's gaze stayed on Zhan Qian's corpse for a moment, and flew over at lightning speed to catch the corpse and fly back, but after he lifted the face towel and looked at it carefully, the old man's lips twitched unnaturally twice.

"It's a pity that you took off the face and can't recognize this person's identity. ”

The old man said that he copied the corpse of Zhan Qian's corpse, took out a treasure bag, and threw the corpse into the abyss without looking at it.

After doing all this, the old man just floated in front of Feng Jueyu, his body was like a weak duckweed, slowly floating, there was no fluctuation of true qi on his body, from the old man's ability to control the sky, Feng Jueyu could see that this person's strength was extremely high.

Standing in front of Feng Jueyu, the old man looked at him with approval and strange eyes for a long time before asking, "You killed this person?"

Feng Jue Yu Mu nodded his head, the sadness and coldness in his eyes still made the old man feel like falling into an ice cellar.

The old man exhaled in his heart: good spirit, and then asked, "Your name is Feng Jueyu?"

Feng Jueyu raised his head blankly, and said, "Exactly, dare to ask the seniors......"

Before he finished his words, the old man waved his hand with a slight smile and said: "If you can kill him, there is no need to call me a senior, let me introduce, the old man Zhou Jinshan, is the elder of the inner gate of the Cloud Sword Heavenly Gate, you can call me Brother Zhou, or you can call me a fellow Daoist......"

Feng Jueyu suddenly shuddered, and only then did he break away from the shadow of killing Zhan Qian's corpse, straighten his robe, and arched his hand: "It turned out to be Zhou ...... Elder Zhou, in the lower wind, is worshiped by the Divine Dust Peak. He originally wanted to call Brother Zhou, but when he heard it, he felt that it was not appropriate, so he changed his name to Elder.

Zhou Jinshan laughed and said: "You're welcome, the old man just heard that someone was killing people in my territory, so he rushed here, but he didn't expect to be a step too late, and he was cleaned up by Brother Feng, Brother Feng's strength is outstanding, and the old man admires it very much." ”

Feng Jueyu's face was flushed by Zhou Jinshan's words, in fact, he heard the gray-clothed man exclaim the words "Zhou Jinshan" before, obviously, to make the gray-clothed man so afraid, Zhou Jinshan must have extraordinary strength, and now he actually calls himself Brother Feng, this ...... It's a bit embarrassing.

Zhou Jinshan seemed to see Feng Jueyu's thoughts, and smiled faintly: "Brother Feng doesn't have to think about it, people in my generation are not in chronological order of age, they should be respected and inferior by strength, Brother Feng can single-handedly kill the master of Xuanzhao Realm, what can the old man do if he calls you Brother Feng, I can't say that Zhou Tianye, that kid, I have to call you a senior." ”

Feng Jueyu is embarrassed, he now feels it deeply with the characteristics of Wuzun, this Zhou Jinshan is obviously very tight, but because he killed a Xuanzhao realm, he immediately talked about it as equals, and there was really no hypocrisy at all.

However, Feng Jueyu still felt that he had to say hello, and he said: "Elder Zhou praised him, there is no Xuanzhao Realm cultivation in the Xia, he can kill this person, and thank Elder Zhou for his support to scare this person's guts, and he will be lucky to win in the future." ”

Zhou Jinshan was happy: "According to the old man, Brother Feng is polite, with Brother Feng's strength, even if he does not reach the Xuanzhao realm for the time being, I think it is not far from the schedule, this Brother Feng, sooner or later, I will call." As he spoke, he looked at the treasure bag in his hand, and didn't want to throw it to Feng Jueyu: "By the way, this person was killed by Brother Feng, and everything outside his body should belong to Brother Feng, you take it, let's go back to Tianmen." ”

Feng Jueyu nodded, and he was not very polite, killing people to take treasures is too common in the grand world, if Zhou Jinshan is greedy for a hundred treasure bags and does not ask for himself, then it will make people look down on it.

The two of them then returned to the Cloud Sword Heavenly Gate side by side, and when they arrived at the foot of the Cloud Sword Peak, far away, Feng Jueyu heard the sad sound of the funeral, his nose couldn't help but sour, and he remembered the smiling, humble and benevolent Sheng Junqian, and couldn't help but ask: "Elder Zhou, how is Sheng Junqian now?" He was still holding a trace of luck, and his life aura could support Sheng Junqian to return to the Heavenly Gate to be treated.

It's a pity that Zhou Jinshan's expression gave him a sad answer: "Alas, don't mention it, those children have a thin life, and they have no way to return to heaven......"

Feng Jueyu's heart sank, and sorrow poured into his heart.

The two of them couldn't wait to return to the square outside Cloud Sword Peak, only to see a large number of Cloud Sword disciples gathered around at this time, all of them were dressed in white robes, standing on the top of the peak one by one, firmly surrounding the square silently, everyone lowered their heads, and some were still wiping tears.

Zhou Jinshan walked into the crowd, and Feng Jieyu saw that there were five corpses covered with white cloth neatly on the ground, these were all disciples of the door who were killed by the gray-clothed man, and four of them basically couldn't be put together, but they were still arranged in a human shape, and the white square cloth was stained with sad blood.

And the last one is Sheng Junqian's corpse, because Shang Jue arrived in time, he kept the whole corpse, at this time Wu Qiluo was pounced on Sheng Junqian's corpse and cried loudly, and the surrounding crowd had Elder Feng, the deacons of each hall, and Zhou Tianye, but no one stepped forward to stop them.

Shang Jue sat in a wheelchair and stayed behind Wu Qiluo silently, his old eyes trembling and trembling......

Sheng Junqian was his favorite apprentice, but he couldn't save his apprentice's life, and the blow he suffered was definitely the biggest one among everyone.

At this time, Zhou Tianye saw Zhou Jinshan and Feng Jueyu who came back, he first took a deep look at Feng Jueyu and breathed a sigh of relief, and then walked over and asked, "...... thief?"

Zhou Jinshan waved his hand slightly and interrupted: "Let's talk about this matter later, let's bury them first." ”

"Senior Brother~" A mournful wail suddenly became louder, and everyone's eyes turned to Wu Qiluo, everyone knew that these two people who would soon become a great gift and form a good relationship were preparing to accept the blessings of the disciples, but unfortunately the heavens did not indulge people's wishes, just when the three lives of a beautiful marriage were decided, a painful blow made the two of them separated forever.

There is no sorrow in the world than this......

Wu Qiluo was so grief-stricken that he fainted after screaming.

Zhou Jinshan sighed helplessly, waved his hand and said, "Alas, carry her down and send her back to Xidanhua Garden to take care of her." Several female disciples hurriedly walked over and carried Wu Qiluo away.

Subsequently, Zhou Jinshan walked in front of the people, his sad eyes swept over everyone present, and said in a deep voice: "They are all good disciples and good apprentices of Yunjian, for their bravery, the old man announced that on the seventh day of the funeral, the big burial of Yingjie, Sheng Junqian's five people will be listed in the ancestral hall and worshiped by the descendants." ”

"Boom!"

Tens of thousands of people on the top of the mountain knelt down in unison, and said in unison: "Respect the ancestral order." ”

Feng Jueyu followed the bow without exception, of course, he didn't have too deep feelings about the so-called ancestral order, the reason why he knelt was because of his friendship with Sheng Junqian, and the guilt of the tragic death of five disciples because of himself, even if he didn't know the reason, this worship should be bowed.

After worshipping, Feng Jueyu silently walked to Sheng Junqian's corpse, stretched out his hand and slowly lifted the white cloth, remembering the last face in his heart, Sheng Junqian left with a smile, Feng Jueyu knew that he had seen Wu Qiluo before leaving, and it was enough.

"Brother Sheng, I have avenged you, you can rest in peace. ”

When everyone heard this, their faces changed a little strangely, and some of the white-robed disciples standing behind Shang Jue all knelt on the ground, and there were seven or eight of these people, and they gave Feng Jue Yu three deep snorts, and said in unison: "Disciple on behalf of the master, thank you Feng for worshipping the Blood Blade enemy." Only then did Feng Jueyu know that Sheng Junqian also had apprentices.

He didn't say anything, and he felt even more guilty......

......

The number of funerals in the Cloud Sword Heavenly Gate is extremely thoughtful, and in the past seven days, all the people in the entire Heavenly Gate must be dressed in white clothes and white robes, and they must not make a noise, and in the partial peak sacrifice hall of Cloud Sword Peak, the bodies of Sheng Junqian and the other five people are placed in the coffin intact, no matter who walks in front of the door, they must bow down regardless of the time to show respect for the deceased.

In the past seven days, no one mentioned what happened that day and what the result was, even Shang Jue was silent about it, and considering Shang Jue's age and the blow he received, Zhou Jinshan did not let him guard Sheng Junqian's spirit, the white-haired person sent the black-haired person, or the friendship between master and apprentice, it is sad to think about it.

As for Wu Qiluo, he knelt in front of the spirit for seven days, and after seven days, he personally held a cup of loess for Sheng Junqian and buried him, in this process, no one heard Wu Qiluo say even a word, even when Shang Jue comforted her, she turned a deaf ear, everyone knew that this melancholy goddess whose personality had just changed a little bit once again closed herself to a lonely world.

In this regard, Feng Jieyu felt guilty again.

......

As time passed, the gray-clothed man gradually forgot about the bloody case in front of the Cloud Sword Heavenly Gate, maybe they couldn't forget how miserable the five disciples died, but no one was willing to mention it.

And in the following half a month, Feng Jueyu also locked himself in the cave mansion and refused to say a word, and even came to the door in person after Zhou Tianyu and Yang Yin returned, but he was turned away.

It wasn't until a month after this incident that Zhou Jinshan finally found Feng Jueyu.