Before dawn went, the gate of Gangzhi Temple opened, and Yu Xuanzi rushed to the gate in a panic. The disciples who got up early and practiced in the morning along the road were full of doubts: The head of the sect has always advocated the cultivation of the Tao and kept his heart at ease, why did he break the rules today?

In the center of the square where the sword was practiced, two white cloths covered the true faces of the people below, and the onlookers were more curious than surprised to guess who their identities were.

Taiyinzi's corpse was first encountered by the dart guards, and they recognized the person who fell on the side of the road by the wooden sign hanging on the belt of the dead Changchun Zi.

The people sent by the dart shop knew the sophistication of the people, and said goodbye to the children of the surrounding Taoist temples and hurried down the mountain. After all, it was a bad luck incident, so could it be that Bawang and other principals came to ask for money, right?

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!" Yu Xuanzi didn't care about being indecent, and tried his best to pull away the bustling crowd and scolded harshly: "Look and see! Have you seen enough! Later, they will all go to the back mountain and kneel!"

Everyone dispersed in a hurry, and hurriedly retreated to a dozen feet away to peek.

Unfortunately, they only saw the master open a gap and glance inward, and the curtain fell off his fingertips, blocking the face of the deceased again. As for Shizun, the whole figure was like a thunderbolt, motionless, squatting and stunned.

Yu Xuanzi would rather believe that his old eyes are dizzy than believe the fact that Taiyinzi is actually dead. He asked the heavens and the earth repeatedly: Why did he die if he was not ordered to escort a sword?

After a brief shock, the old Taoist priest looked around at the disciples who were probing their brains, and shouted with his proud long beard: "You all listen! No one is allowed to leak what happened today, otherwise all the cultivation will be abolished and put in a water prison!"

The disciples and grandchildren who were tragically affected lined up in a row, and cowardly agreed, showing fear of the water prison that Yu Xuanzi said.

Legend has it that when the five ancestors of the mountain first chose the place to establish a faction, they calculated the feng shui, and there was a giant python in the mountain at the foot of the mountain that guarded the spiritual vein trend of the peaks, and believed that this place was the place where the aura of heaven and earth was the strongest.

According to the uncle of the local generation, in order to severely punish the disciples who broke the rules or could not get through the demons, they deliberately built a prison in the cave where the giant python slept.

The old Taoist priest ignored the young man's fear, and pointed out the five people in the crowd and admonished: "A few of you will immediately go down the mountain to catch up with the corpses, and warn them to control their mouths and come to the door to thank them." If you have a lot of mouths to stir up gossip outside, just wait for the deity to clean it up himself!"

When the disciples heard that the situation was beyond imagination, the head of the sect immediately used all their efforts to gallop away.

Yu Xuanzi's hand was hidden in his waist, and his five fingers were clenched into fists. He looked at the silent Dharma Protector with regret and blamed himself: "Hey, I should have noticed that something was wrong, and I was lucky enough to think that they had not returned for a long time because they had not been out of the mountain for a long time, and they were infatuated with the hustle and bustle of the world, which was really naïve and ridiculous. ”

The dead body was slowly carried to the hall where the Taoist temple was discussed, and the old Taoist priest said that he was carefully identifying the real culprit, but in fact, he had already guessed eight or nine in the city government around Emperor Kangjia, and a pair of dry old eyes under his eyebrows gradually sharpened: "Mo Ming's robbery is inseparable from Bai Luofeng's escape from prison, and the traitor doesn't know where to flee, and it is really difficult to sit and sit in peace." ”

It is dawn in the Valley of Ten Thousand Flowers, the half moon is still hanging high in the sky, and the mountains in the east have a slight fish belly floating. Yesterday at midnight, the sound of heavy snow breaking bamboo woke up many people who were sleeping lightly.

Bai Luofeng hesitated for a long time, dispelling the idea of starting to decide to leave without saying a word. He deliberately stood at the entrance of the Medicine Valley, in order to tell Nalan Zhifeng: The intention of going has been decided, and there is no need to stay.

Blind Sword received the report from the subordinates, and hurriedly put on a coat and hurried to the appointment with the cold. Along the way, he was worried that the villager was overdrinking, and he was going crazy with the wine, so he deliberately wrapped an animal skin coat to prevent him from getting sad.

However, when he arrived at the place, Nalan Zhifeng realized that Bai Luofeng was sober, but it was no different from going crazy - he wanted to go to Gangzhiguan.

Nalan Zhifeng's heart was very bright, of course he knew who Bai Luofeng was planning to do without any warning.

In fact, Tang Wuye was a cold-blooded life-killing knife, but he also came on the day Ji Zilian forced his relatives, and he came with a murderous aura. At that time, Nalan Zhifeng realized that this murder knife had actually been tempered by the furnace, and he didn't like to say words of gratitude, but he remembered that he had such a maverick friend.

Blind Sword is blind, but he is fortunate to have the most precious wealth in the world, with the fragrant and pleasant Valley of Ten Thousand Flowers left by his parents, the little sister who takes him as a treasure, and a group of good friends who share weal and woe. But because he was blind, he was always worried that one day in the dark world there would suddenly be no familiar voice, as if he had never heard before.

Nalan Zhifeng wanted to leave Bai Luofeng behind, he didn't care how many pots of Baihua Brew were ruined, and he didn't want to sit alone next to the two graves in front of the Zuixue Pavilion in the future, and toasted to the two immortal daggers in the low slope of the distant village: "It's better to plan and then move." ”

Bai Luofeng interrupted with a wry smile, and said with a little regret: "Yu Lao Dao has won the sacred heart, and it is inferior to Wei Xian. There can be countless people in the world who can replace Wei Xian's position, but no one can help the emperor to become an immortal on behalf of Yu Xuanzi. Now that the imperial court and Gangzhiguan are in collusion, it is impossible to design and govern it. What's more, it will take six years to deal with one Wei Xian, so how can I wait for a bet with the Peacock King of Xishan until then?"

Nalan Zhifeng was asked, he endured it for a long time and felt that unlucky words should not be said, but in the end he couldn't help but ask: "You went, what if you can't come back?"

Bai Luofeng was also asked, the scene at this moment was exactly the same as when he left for Beiguan before. It's just that he was full of confidence at that time, and now the change has become an uncertain funeral, which makes people feel so discouraged.

"Hey, I know you're in a bad mood for wine, but don't curse me like that. Bai Luofeng pretended to be unhappy and disgusted that Nalan was not funny, but then he found that no matter what excuse he found, he couldn't get rid of the trouble of the "mortal" demon barrier, so he simply didn't support it and said a little frustratedly: "If I really can't come back, remember to accompany Wuye to say a few words every year on the day of burning paper, and persuade him not to complain that I'm useless, otherwise I won't dare to see him." ”

Nalan Zhifeng suddenly had a breath, he was afraid that he would not be able to control his kick and knock down Bai Luofeng, and his strength turned into a step back when he reached his leg: "You wait for me here, I'll take some life-saving medicine." I'll accompany you on this trip. ”

The arms lay across the blind man's chest, and the two figures froze at once, and the east wind in the valley stirred their robes. Bai Luofeng's hand rose lightly and fell for a long time, holding Nalan Zhifeng's shoulder without moving, and no one looked at his expression when he turned his head to the side: "This time, let me go alone." ”

The flying forehead hair blocked the passers-by's faces, and the blind man's hollow eyes were staring directly at the trees not far away, before a beautiful shadow was fleeting.

"I shouldn't implicate anyone else in the matter of Gangzhiguan, and it's better to have less chaos in the rivers and lakes. Bai Luofeng looked up at the gentle Bai Xue with a serious voice, as if he had traced, "If I accidentally stay there, I should tell my fortune, you don't have to look for trouble." In the future, think more about the medicine valley and take more into account her feelings. Don't let her wait, it's a lifetime. ”

Nalan Zhifeng wanted to draw his sword, and wanted to say selfish words like "If you want to go, pass my sword first". But he couldn't say anything with his mouth open like a voice, and let Bai Luofeng pass by with his sword.

In the quiet open space, until the back was about to disappear on the horizon, Nalan Fengfeng opened his mouth and called:

"Your hands are good, don't push too hard. ”

A hand slowly stretched out and swayed slightly, as if urging the people in the wind and snow to hurry home. Bai Luofeng replied in a voice that only he could hear:

"Well, I remember. ”

In the vast sea of snow, the sun and moon shine on one shoulder. Slim others, clothes fluttering across the mountain top cloud bay. The snow dyed their black hair white, the lonely cliff of the Forgotten Cloud River was dim with the sky, and there were no wolf smoke war drums on all sides, but the footprints of distant people on the ancient road were like walking towards the green grave, and they would say goodbye forever.