The 30th day of the twelfth lunar month is a busy time in Luan City.

There had just been a heavy snowfall, and as far as the eye could see, the entire Luan City was covered with goose feathers and white snow.

Pedestrians stepped deeply and shallowly into the snow, leaving footprints of different sizes. From time to time, there would be children with red braids pointing upwards, bending over and rolling snowballs with their hands.

There was only a half-day market on New Year's Eve, so people in Luancheng could only wrap themselves up in cotton-padded jackets and go out to buy new year's goods.

In the private room of the restaurant, fine red radish charcoal was burning, and a woman with a cold face was holding Tang Pozi in her hand, looking at the passersby on the street through the window lattice.

The young man in black who was waiting on the side bowed his head and poured her a glass of wine: "My lord, my subordinates have prepared the apprenticeship ceremony at Guixu Mountain. When are you planning to set off?"

The woman did not speak, but lowered her eyes and looked at a wig placed on the table.

In the blink of an eye, seven years have passed.

The past events were vivid in her mind, but she didn't want to recall that day again.

But the more reluctant you are to remember a memory, the more you will think about it inadvertently.

Last night, she dreamed of that day again.

Rong Shang took advantage of her to perform the life-extending technique and chopped her unconscious. When she woke up, she had been transferred to Guixu Mountain by Rong Shang's subordinates.

He had already arranged her retreat, and King Shura and his subordinates had all been wiped out by him.

He left behind his loyal confidants and dead men, as well as endless amounts of spiritual stones and jewelry, and even the Ghost Sect to her.

But these are not what she wants at all.

She went crazy and rushed back to the cliff of Penglai Mountain overnight.

But the cliff was littered with corpses pooled in blood. Immortal Lord Hengwu fainted on the edge of the cliff, and Xiao Yuqing and Tianhou had their hands and feet cut off and were used as human pigs.

Everyone was neat and tidy, except for Rong Shang.

Yes, if a god dies, it will turn into nothing and not even a handful of ashes will be left.

She didn't believe that Rong Shang was dead.

He can always calculate everything, so how could he let himself die?

She dispatched all members of the Gui Sect to look for Rong Shang, but in the end she only found a wig on the edge of the cliff.

She recognized this wig, it belonged to Lu Renjia, and it had a faint scent of sandalwood - he lit incense and chanted sutras every day.

She didn't know why Lu Renjia appeared on the cliff of Penglai Mountain, but a glimmer of hope rekindled in her heart.

Lu Renjia is a healing mulinggen healer. Could it be that he saved Rong Shang?

In the next three years, she used all the connections she could to launch a blanket search in the six realms.

She looked forward to it, she looked forward to it, and she hoped to hear the news of his return all the time.

However, there is no news.

Rong Shang and Lu Renjia seemed to have disappeared from the world, with no one alive or dead bodies.

She fell seriously ill, and when she woke up, she seemed to have figured something out and stopped ordering people to look for him.

But she still believed that Rong Shang lived somewhere in the world, but he just didn't want her to find him.

Yu Zhengzong put down Tang Pozi, and touched the moon-white scales hanging on his neck with his slender green-white fingertips.

She will meet him.

Yes, one day, she will meet him again.

The young man in black was a little helpless: "Immortal Lord, did you hear your subordinates talking?"

Yu Zhengzong glanced at him: "If you don't go, I won't accept a disciple."

The heads and elders of various sects in the world of immortality all died on the cliff, and the Emperor of Heaven also died on the spot that day.

The heavenly world is busy recommending the new emperor, conspiracy and tricks to make a mess.

In recent years, the major factions have been fragmented, the people's hearts are scattered, and the disciples have gone away.

I do n’t know which dull goods, and it passed on the matter of the two monks of Mu Linggen.

Guixu Mountain is gloomy, she thinks it can be accepted more, just go to the yin.

Who would like to get more and more people, I do not know when it will start, Guixu Mountain has become the only practice school in Xiuxian Realm.

She was unwilling to communicate, and she had never gathered those disciples in the nominal, and lived alone in the Gao Temple of Luancheng alone.

However, they regarded her as the name of Guizang Xianzun, and preached the name of the Xianzun everywhere, so that the return of Guixushan was completely lost into the home of the disciples of the Xianxian world.

Because she is the only wooden spirit root in the world, and even a disciple repaired the temple for her in the human world, and regarded her as the ancestor of Monani monk, and worshiped the incense.

With the name of her retreat, she threw these people to her subordinates to take care of it, but she was quiet and comfortable.

I do n’t know that these people have to enter the foot, and I asked her to go out of the mountain to accept the apprentice.

Although because of the tolerance of Yuanshen, her cultivation is a rapid progress, crossing the Yuan infantile period, turning the god of the gods, the refining period and the combined period, entering the late period of the Mahayana period.

It can be a Mahayana monk, which means that she is about to face the rising and rising.

When she thought of the Thunder of the robbery, she trembled, and she was too late to add replenishment every day.

Xu was afraid that he would be stingy again, and said coldly, "Pei Qian, if you were nagging, I would cut your tongue."

Pei Qian was one of the relatives who had a clear relative. He was pure and had a natural baby face. Every time he ordered him to do something, it would let her have an illusion of hiring children's workers.

She always likes to say ruthlessly, but she is not the same as Rong Shang, she is just addicted.

Pei Qian had been with her for seven years, and naturally he had long understood her temperament. He was not afraid of her, but he was very resistant to seeing her, but he closed his mouth obediently.

Following her meaning, his expression shifted the topic naturally: "Next, are you going to Honglian Temple?"

Yu steaming down his eyes, and a gently ‘uh’.

In the past seven years, she has been escaping.

She didn't dare to come to Luancheng, and she didn't dare to step into Honglian Temple.

Except for returning to the mountains, she dare not touch any places where he has recalled with him.

If it wasn't for her about to face the robbery, she was afraid she would not dare to come back to the hometown.

She dare not determine whether she can cross the robbery smoothly. Pei Qian advised her to eat the dragon's stewed soup. With the dragon tendon to the bottom, she must be able to withstand the thunderbolt of the robbery.

But she doesn't want to eat.

Even if she was chopped to death, she would not eat it.

Yu steaming stretched out his chin and looked at the white snow outside the window: "Where is Hengwu Xianjun?"

Pei Qian pointed at the alley she had lived in: "Still in the old residence of Zhou Jian."

Yu steaming steamed slightly, holding up with Tang's mother -in -law: "It's time to live."

She was troubled by walking the stairs and jumped from the windows on the third floor. When she landed smoothly, she stepped on the soft snow and walked towards the old home of Zhou Shen.

Zhou Shen was very angry. He had to wait for the aunt to save enough silver to go to Beijing to rush to take the exam, but because of the silver two buried in the yard, he went to Beijing to take the Chunyu exam the next year.

From the provincial examination to the general examination and then to the palace examination, he passed the first-class Jinshi examination in one fell swoop and became the number one scholar in the new subject that year.

In seven years, Zhou Shen lived up to expectations and now even sat in the position of Prime Minister of Chu State.

Just as she was thinking about it, she had already arrived at Zhou Shen's old residence.

Immortal Lord Hengwu was lying on a rattan rocking chair in the yard, holding a pot of budding white epiphyllum in his hand, seemingly basking in the sun.

When he heard movement outside the door, he didn't react at all. Except for Yu Zhengzong who came to see him, no one else came here.

She looked at the epiphyllum held tightly in his hand, feeling inexplicably bitter: "How have you been in the past six months?"

Immortal Lord Hengwu smiled, and a hint of smile appeared on his pale face: "Of course it's great."

Yu Zhengzong exhaled a long breath: "This is the last time."

He nodded slightly: "Can I still live to see her?"

She was silent for a moment, biting her lip, but she didn't know how to answer.

At first, the mountains and rivers fell to the bottom of the cliff, causing no body to be buried. Even the corpses floated to no one knows where.

If Shanshui hadn't been in an illusion and had given Immortal Hengwu a hair wrapped around a daisy, it would have been difficult for her to save Shanshui.

She tied the blue silk to the epiphyllum to condense the soul for the landscape.

For the past seven years, Immortal Lord Hengwu has been nourishing the soul of Shanshui with his blood.

Now that the essence of Shanshui has been raised, it is time to use the life-sustaining technique to save Shanshui.

But the art of resuscitating life is to use life to prolong life. Only by sacrificing his life can he save the mountains and rivers. How could he live to see the mountains and rivers?

Yu Zhengzong looked at the white epiphyllum and said euphemistically: "When the epiphyllum blooms, it is the day when the landscape regains its new life."

Immortal Lord Hengwu naturally understood her words.

He lowered his head and a bitter smile appeared on his lips: "I just want to say I'm sorry to her in person."

"You can also convey it to me."
To be continued...