This matter is still fermenting, not just the academy, Gusu City, Tingxue Tower, Jincheng, and Chenliu.

The entire Tang Dynasty.

The deserted state and the demon realm.

At this moment when all living things are everywhere, I don’t know how many people feel as if they are dead.

The foot of Wudang Mountain is still as crowded as ever.

The Wudang Mountain is still as quiet as ever.

Wang Zhiwei sat cross-legged in the sky, closing his eyes and swords, and his thick eyebrows were like a sharp edge.

On the top of the mountain, Pei Ziyun stood behind Xu Jiaoren, as usual, but this time there was a hint of coldness flowing in his eyes.

Xu Jiaoren was imprisoned on the top of the mountain by the head of Wudang, and his body was imprisoned by the chains, making it impossible for him to leave for so many years.

There is a saying that the higher you stand, the farther you see. When you are on the top of this mountain, you can overlook the scenery within thousands of miles with your eyesight, especially the scenery on Wudang Mountain is the most beautiful.

Clouds and mists are shrouded in the air, and when the sun rises and falls, that kind of scene is enough to be called the beauty of the world, and he can enjoy such beautiful scenery every day.

But no matter how good the things look, it is difficult to keep getting tired of them after watching them for several years.

"very nice."

Xu Jiaoren said so.

Pei Ziyun's eyes became even colder. He looked at the one-armed man sitting cross-legged in front of him and said seriously: "You say something more, I will kill you."

The reason why Wudang imprisoned Xu Jiaoren here and did not kill him was to let him see with his own eyes that this world and this world were different from what Changlin thought.

Let him see with his own eyes that he is wrong, this is why Xu Jiaoren can survive until now.

Xu Jiaoren was not afraid of death. When he was imprisoned on Wudang Mountain, there was no more thing in this world that could make him feel scared, and Pei Ziyun's threat was of course useless.

So after hearing this, he just smiled slightly and said softly: "You misunderstood what I mean. What I said is really good is not because of Zi Fei's death, but because Zi Fei solved Yang Jian and allowed the two worlds of immortals to reach a balance. Only by being evenly matched can the world be harmonious, so I said it's really good."

He explained that he was not afraid of death, but that he really thought so.

Wudang saved his life and wanted him to see with his own eyes that he was wrong, but he also wanted to keep it until the end and prove that he was right with his own eyes?

The coldness in Pei Ziyun's eyes dissipated a little, and he asked: "The news has not been sent back yet, how do you know that Yang Jian has been resolved?"

The world only had a strange phenomenon, which proved that Wang Chen was still alive, and the news from outside would be transmitted back with Wang Chen's return in a few days.

But before that, no one was sure, what if Wang Chen died in two days?

What if Yang Jian is still alive?

Xu Jiaoren was still smiling. He withdrew his gaze at the foot of the mountain, looked at Pei Ziyun sideways, and asked back: "If Zifei wants to leave, who can stop him in this world?"

After a simple rhetorical question, Pei Ziyun instantly realized everything.

Then he turned around and left, just as he turned around, he stopped and said, "When the end of the matter, you will find that what you call Datong is just a joke."

Xu Jiaoren shook her head slightly, not caring about it.

If Zi insists on leaving, no one in this world can stop him, and Yang Jian will not do it.

If he and Wang Chen cannot kill Yang Jian, then for the sake of his last attempt in the world, Zi Fei will return to the world and give it a try.

But now Zifei is dead, and he died when Yang Jian cannot kill him, which proves that he is using his life to replace Yang Jian.

This is the only possibility.

Xu Jiaoren thought of this, and after his reminder Pei Ziyun quickly figured out the key.

There are many people who understand this, not just Xu Jiaoren.

Outside Wudang Mountain, before the mountain wooden house.

"What a pity."

Fusu sat on the wooden steps in front of the door, drank a pot of wine, and sighed.

He didn't know Zifei, but he had heard others compare himself to Zifei.

Xiao Boru did not speak, stood in front of the wooden house with his hands behind his back. The sword intent on his body seemed to be fluctuating, and soon disappeared.

Xu Wenfu sat quietly in the house, never came out, and didn't even look outside. Perhaps it would be difficult for him, who had led to this plan, to face such an ending.

He would be sad and unable to accept Zifei's death, but he would not regret doing so.

Because Xu Wenfu has seen too much blood, too many people died back then can't count them, and the flowing blood can even fill the South China Sea.

He knew that if he didn't want the blood to flow in vain and let those people die in vain, this was something he had to do.

The price paid is heavy, but it is worth it.

Perhaps in the eyes of many people, his temperament is too cold, but how can anyone understand that he has never experienced the tragic tragedy of those years?

This is also the reason why Wang Chen and Wang Buer did not object.

This is also the reason why Xiao Boru resisted not killing the dean with one sword a few days ago.

They don't want this ending, they don't want it to end in this way, but they also know that this is something that must be done.

No one talks anymore.

In addition to Fusu, he asked Xiao Boru for a pot of wine.

......

“It’s snowing.”

He looked up at the sky. When the sun rose the next day, Wang Buer raised his head and snowflakes fell. His eyes were a little dazed, and then he realized that it was winter now.

Slices of snowflakes fell, and it felt a little cool when they fell on their bodies.

The slightly lower temperature always makes people wake up, and Li Xiu and Chen Zhimo both raised their heads.

The snowflakes are shaking like fallen leaves, but they are like floating trunks, shaking left and right as they fall.

The rain always falls very quickly, and it takes only a moment from the appearance to the ground, but the snowflakes are very slow, shaking, as if they are reluctant to leave or fall.

Some people say that rain is born in the sky and dies from the earth, and the process in between is life.

But in Li Xiu's opinion, it is more appropriate to use snow as a way to do it. The falling snowflakes are more like life. They are lightly blown by the wind, and wherever they fall, they are also affected by the wind, just like life rarely has its own right to choose.

All we can do is like these white snow, struggling as much as possible in the swaying, and then landing safely.

Li Xiu slowly stood up, his face still pale, raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and coughed twice with great effort.

He stretched out his right hand, his palm facing up, allowing the snowflakes to fall on his palm, conveying a cold touch, and the warm palm melted the falling snow.

He pursed his lips gently and looked up at the sky.

"Go away."
Chapter completed!