It was almost dusk and the sky was getting dark.

Without the gathering of crowds and the protection of city walls and houses, the wind in the countryside is much stronger.

The snow has not yet melted, and there is no one to clean it. Many places are frozen and hard, and you will slip if you are not careful when walking on it.

In the biting cold wind, a white robe fluttered around, occasionally picking up the transparent threads filled with blood.

The crunching sounds continued one after another.

It was a group of people stepping on the snow at the same time, constantly moving forward.

Their eyes were closed and their faces were smiling.

Oblivious to the howling cold wind around me and the thick snow under my feet, it was like I was having a sweet dream that I didn't want to wake up from.

Whoosh!

From time to time, a piece of human skin floats high.

Then it disappeared in the fluctuating transparent ripples, turning into fragments flying all over the sky and blending into the black soil and white snow.

There was a crisp click sound.

A dead branch hidden under the snow was broken into two pieces.

At this moment, the white-robed figure surrounded by people stopped.

She turned around slowly and looked at a group of shadows against the snow in the distance.

It's like a giant beast that has fallen into slumber, lying there quietly, letting the wind and snow blow, without moving.

"We will soon arrive at Qizhou Fucheng."

After being silent for a long time, Luo Qingjun sighed lowly, his voice was calm and soft, but it was still as cold as before.

The next moment, a gentle man's voice sounded quietly, "This is the Acropolis to the north of Fucheng. It is about less than a hundred miles away from Fucheng."

"Senior Gui lived in Qizhou for several years. Now that he has returned to his hometown, do you have any special feelings?"

"Qizhou is a sad place for me."

Gui Shufang seemed to be lost in memories, "At first I thought that this place was far away from the capital of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and with the Red Lotus envoys of the Green Lotus Sect taking care of it, it should be relatively safe anyway.

At least it allows me to calm down and advance my research on the mysterious silk threads to a new stage.

Unfortunately, it didn’t take long before the imperial court and the religious sect joined forces to attack. Their response was swift and powerful, completely beyond my imagination.”

Speaking of this, Gui Shufang paused, and when he spoke again, he was still full of emotion.

"Tianji Mansion Dong He, Patrol Director Qiong Mang, Supervisory Officer Li Xing, and Xuanwu Dao Feng Wei, these four people joined forces to act together, plus Luo Daozi and the elder of Lingming Mountain, they really gave me Guishu face.

Fortunately, Yuan Dao Ning Xuanzhen didn't go down the mountain at that time. If he had been added to the group, I would have been directly crushed and killed, so there wouldn't be a series of subsequent struggles for survival."

Luo Qingjun smiled lightly and said, "We did send a message to Dao Master Ning, but he didn't respond.

Of course, for those who organized and planned this matter, Luoshui is close to Qinglin Mountain, so it is unreasonable not to inform them, but informing Ning Xuanzhen that he will not come is exactly what they want."

"It is understandable that the mysterious threads that can carry mysterious thoughts and entrust true spirits naturally have as few people as possible sharing this secret."

Luo Qingjun suddenly changed the topic, "Senior Gui, haven't you ever thought that the Red Lotus Envoy has been lurking in the imperial court for so many years without being exposed, and even reached the position of Qizhou Jiedu Envoy smoothly along the way.

He is considered to be the most successful high-level person cultivated by the demon sect, but in the end he failed and ended up in a miserable end?"

"I thought about it, but didn't think about it carefully. It's nothing more than Qinglian's split and internal fighting, plus someone wants to target me.

After all, since things have already happened, it doesn’t make much sense to pursue them anymore. People’s energy is very limited when they are alive, and even more so when they are dead. There is no need to put too much energy on this.”

Luo Qingjun frowned slightly, "Senior Gui said he was dead, but I think you are alive and well.

Not only here, junior, but also in other places, but your shadow remains in all of them."

"It is an undoubted fact that Gui Shufang died by the Luoshui River.

The others, whether it is me or us scattered everywhere, are just part of his true spirit.

You can never go back to the past, and you can’t be the real Uncle Wei."

Luo Qingjun said, "But the feeling that Senior Gui gave me is no different from before.

Even Youshengzhi brought tremendous pressure to me."

Gui Shufang gave a rare sigh, "The Place of Rebirth is a good place, and the four green, red, and purple lotus terraces are also good things. When you go there and see them, you will know that what I said is true."

"I also hope this day can come soon."

Luo Qingjun nodded, and an inexplicable smile appeared on the right half of his face, "Since discovering the existence of Senior Gui, this seems to be the first time we have communicated calmly."

She sighed secretly, but the smile on her face grew stronger, "Perhaps this is also the last time. After all, the senior will disappear soon and will no longer be able to leave a single trace in the world."

"I have worshiped in Dingxuan Mountain since I was a child, and I have gradually risen from being an outer disciple to the position of leader of Dingxuan Sect. Over the years, I have met many amazing and talented people, but if I want to say who has the highest spirit, it is none other than Senior Gui. Genus.

If you say that you want to be the king of the Northern Wilderness, maybe the juniors will seriously think about what senior Gui should do to take over the golden tent and become the new king.

But what the senior thought was completely beyond my expectation, and what he was looking at was Brahma's rebirth in heaven, which is really so whimsical that it's breathtaking."

"The Ming Dynasty will destroy people's desires. The lord of the Northern Wilderness, the virtuous will live in it. The senior's words are indeed very domineering, but unfortunately, he can't recognize himself. He treats himself too much as a dish, but he doesn't know that he is just an ant."

"Master Luo, don't overestimate Beihuang Brahma, and don't underestimate the person who is the head of all spirits, especially our true spirits. It is not impossible to pull off a thousand pounds and accomplish great things that seem to defy the heavens.

To take a step back, no matter whether I succeed or fail, it is something worth looking forward to for you, isn't it?"

Luo Qingjun's smile faded and his tone turned cold, "Every time comes, heaven and earth all work together to transport heroes without freedom. Senior Gui's situation at this moment is completely different from when he first entered the land of the afterlife.

Only by knowing the heaven and the earth, and knowing yourself and the enemy, can you survive for a long time. After the battle on the Luoshui River, you were already crazy, and now it is just the last madness before destruction."

The voice fell, and strange threads surged.

In an instant, dozens of human skins flew up at the same time.

It was shattered by the rippling transparent ripples and disappeared into the vast night.

Without the drag of the crowd and absorbing all the essence of flesh and blood, Luo Qingjun stood up and moved forward again.

The cold wind howled and blew towards my face.

Although life was cut off and the harsh winter was everywhere, Luo Qingjun's body was full of vitality and vitality, making her become more and more ethereal and light, and she walked on the snow without leaving a trace.

Like a ghost, looming in the depths of darkness.

Not long after, she stopped on the outskirts of the Acropolis, quietly watching the smoke rising from the city from time to time, with a slightly nostalgic expression on her face.

"Counting the days, the New Year is almost here again."

Gui Shufang's voice slowly sounded, "Seeing the fireworks in the small town, I couldn't help but recall that when I was a child, what I looked forward to most was the New Year. I would have meat to eat, new clothes to wear, and a few copper coins as lucky money to buy on the street.

A gadget that I have long admired."

"Do you really not regret it?" Luo Qingjun asked.

"Master Luo has been trying to mess up my mood, but it actually makes no sense.

Because I have never regretted it. Compared with the bliss of ignorance, I still prefer this overriding situation."

"I think you are crazy."

"If you don't go crazy, you won't survive." Gui Shufang sighed, "Headmaster Luo, you don't have to blame me. You are showing your murderous intent right now. I don't know how many people will be left alive in this acropolis after tonight."

Luo Qingjun did not speak again, but turned his head and looked into the distance.

"I actually sensed Ning Xuan's real presence, and he was approaching quickly."

She was a little surprised, "And through the spiritual power of Brahma, I inexplicably sensed his energy."

"What are you going to do, Master Luo? Do you want to have a fight with Master Ning?"

"I only have one purpose for going south this time, and that is to kill the person surrounded by Brahma's evil intentions, and then retrieve the blood lotus from him. Everything else is not in the plan. If I can do it without causing unnecessary problems, I will not cause unnecessary problems.

Not to mention fighting for a chance of survival with a great master of Yang Yang."

Luo Qingjun sighed lowly, and his energy suddenly converged like wood and stone, completely cutting off the connection with Brahma's spiritual mind.

The next moment, she took a step forward and disappeared quietly.

When she reappeared, she was already in the city, in the busy streets and alleys. She even held a child with a runny nose in her hand, no different from other housewives who had been burnt by smoke.

The sun sets quickly and night falls quietly.

The Qizhou Acropolis is brightly lit.

Most people had just finished dinner and it was not time to go to bed, so they gathered with their familiar neighbors and friends to chat and kill the boring time on winter nights.

A crescent moon poked its head out from between the clouds, covering the earth with a layer of white gauze.

On the top of the tower, light mist was surging, and even though the north wind howled, it could not be disturbed and blown away.

In the mist, a thin figure loomed, silently staring at the city below, as if it had merged with the stone wall and turned into a human sculpture.

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The moonlight is like water, and the night wind is cold and cool.

Li Kun quickly arrived with people and took the bodies of the two Northern Wilderness warriors away from Green Bamboo Garden for disposal.
To be continued...