The first snow this year came earlier than in previous years.

During the winter solstice, Qingyun Mountain is full of red rivers for five thousand miles. It was replaced with white background overnight. The lively and festive red lanterns were picked one by one, and all the white lights were hung. It coincided with the first snow in Jiuzhou this year, which made it even cooler.

The winter rain fell in the early morning, and the cold water droplets wet the thin snowflakes on the palace glazed tiles. The rain and snow water melted together, flowing along the gaps of the tile troughs, dripping on the white lanterns hanging high under the eaves. The rows of dazzling white lanterns swayed in the wind, and the white knots woven under the white lanterns hit the copper-plated edges over and over again, gently and gently, Xu Yuan was heard in the snow, blending into the sob wind, like a song of reluctance to let go.

The gate of Qingyun Mountain leads directly to the nine peaks, and the nine paths are covered with white moss. Cold water droplets tick the faces of Qingyun Mountain disciples, and warm tears flowing across his cheeks. No one wipes them. There is no other happy face in the entire Qingyun Mountain.

Yan Zhang, the senior brother of the inner sect of Tianxiu Peak, wore a linen mourning clothes, led all the disciples of the inner and outer sects of Tianxiu Peak on the cold mountain road, and walked to the Tianxiu Palace full of white silk and white lamps.

Yan Zhang lowered his head outside the hall and was silent for a long time. The extremely cold snow rain flowed along the tips of his temples and hair, wetting the collars of his chest. The shoulders of this seven-foot man who had tears and did not flick easily trembled, and a large teardrop rolled on the bluestone slab and broke. He still doesn't want to believe that the junior brother who walked out of Tianxiu Peak left like this.

Qingfeng stood side by side with him and patted his shoulder bitterly.

More than a thousand people walked into the hall in sequence. Yan Zhang, Qing Feng, Zhang Yuan, Wen Yu and Cheng Yi stood in front of the incense table, looking at the lifelike portrait of the junior brother on the incense table surrounded by incense burning. After a long time of silence, he bent down and shouted with all his might: "Go along the way!"

The hall is covered with white kneeling, and the sound is as heavy as winter thunder.

"Senior brother! Go!"

The abbot of Hongyuan Temple was dressed in maroon clothes and brought all the Buddhist officials in Huizhou to attend the event, and personally presided over the ritual of the Qingyun Mountain disciple.

In life, the little monk wearing hemp on his shoulders stood in the wind and snow, bent down and bowed in the direction of Tianxiu Palace, and continued without stopping. The howling cold wind blew the golden ring on the Baoxiang Zen Staff next to him, making a clanging sound.

The young monk who had been standing here for seven days raised his head, tears flowing from the corners of his eyes, and the living Buddha murmured softly: "It would be great if the young monk could die for him."

Among the five sects in the Immortal Dao League, except for the team sent by Wanxian Sect who was surrounded by the building, which was blocked from the Qingyun Mountain Gate, the other three were all present.

In just one month, Ling Yue and Junmo, who set foot on Qingyun Mountain twice, looked at the sad white Su, who was spread across Qingyun Mountain for five thousand miles, and realized that the brother who had spoken with them was really no longer alive.

Ran Xiaoxiao from Kunlun in the Northern Region went south for the first time and stepped onto Qingyun Mountain. Looking at the portrait in the mourning hall, he took off the sword of the same deceased person on his waist and hugged it in the palm of his hand, handed it to his nose, his soft face was full of solemnity, and he whispered: "Go away."

The entire Immortal Alliance knew about the shocking battle in Wushan.

The junior brother of Qingyun Houshan, Chang Xi, was led out of the sect by the demon spy hidden deep in the Wanxian Sect, and then started a deadly fight with the sixth prince of the demon clan in Wushan. At the absolute disadvantage of his realm of cultivation being far inferior to the other party, this young sword immortal who emerged in just a few years burned all his blood power, reversed the situation of defeat, and finally died with the demon prince with ulterior motives.

People were shocked and only regretful. Such a rising young star should have a bright future with an unlimited future, but it was like a meteor, bursting out dazzling brilliance, and then disappeared in a hurry, making countless people in the world sigh.

God is jealous of talent.

The bells to bid farewell to the heroic spirits outside the Qingyun Peak Hall sounded one after another, and the sounds hit the nine figures sitting quietly in the hall. The atmosphere in the hall was depressed and heavy.

It seemed as if the head of Qinglan, who had been aged for decades overnight, had a haggard face. He seemed to have returned to the few years before he took back his son's ashes with his own hands. He barely suppressed the turbulent emotions in his heart, but his chest was still so dull that he could not speak. He said thousands of words to his mouth, but in the end he could only express the word "sadness".

Yunyou, wearing white clothes, had his hair hanging down, and he couldn't see his face clearly. Only a cold voice echoed in the hall, "When will the troops be sent north?"

Shen Tu Lie, who has always been quick to speak, lost his original loud voice at this time, looked at his younger sister who was so heartbroken that he was almost insane, and dissuaded: "Junior Sister Yunyou, the battle between the two tribes has brought one move to the whole body, and it is difficult for both Qingyun Mountain and the Immortal Alliance to bear the consequences of easily starting the war. Kunlun has not yet fully recovered from the huge losses in the last war. If the war is victorious, the Immortal Alliance can further expand the front line to the hinterland of the demon clan for thousands of miles. But if it fails, we are very likely to repeat the mistakes we had a few years ago and lose to Suzhou south of Jiayuguan. We cannot afford such losses..."

"Take it? What do you want to bear? What shit do you have to bear in Tianjian Peak? My sister is dead! My nephew! My disciple is dead! You all have to bear it, right? Who will bear it for them?! Everyone will only shrink their heads and become kings and domineers on their own land. If you have the ability, why don't you sacrifice yourself to support the sword surrounds in Jiayuguan like my miserable nephew. Why don't you die like my miserable Chang Xi, like my miserable Chang Xi, and die with the demon prince? You talk! Are you mute?!"

The hall, which was heavily atmosphere, was flooded by the waves of ice and fire. Yun You, with a ferocious face, slapped the wooden table in front of her with a palm, drew his sword and pointed it at her senior brothers and sisters, roaring. The other peaks in the hall all looked sad and said nothing.

Yun You, who was like a different person, said sadly: "If you are stepped on the face by the demon race, you will only tell me to take responsibility? Who are Yun Lan and Chang Xi? That is the top talent who can lead Qingyun Mountain and even the entire Immortal Dao Alliance toward glory in the future, but both died in the hands of the demon race! You dare to say something to me again, Shen Tu Lie, I tore your mouth!"

Thinking of the two disciples who were equally talented but died early in the hands of the demons, Shen Tulie closed his eyes in pain and did not care about the unreasonableness of his younger sister.

Yun You's body was as dazzling as the white silk clothes. She walked out of the hall with her sword. Before she walked over the door, she said coldly without looking back: "You, the head of Qingyun Mountain, are so comfortable. Why did my sister marry such a coward like you? She died of a wife and a son, and she dared not to go north. Don't worry, I won't count on you anymore. I will enter the Ten Thousand Sword Tomb tomorrow and will not leave the gate until I wander."

The woman in Mai Baijian wiped away the tears in the corners of her eyes, and pushed away the wind and snow and walked down Qingyun Peak.

The little junior sister's cold words were no less than the ten thousand swords piercing the heart. This sect, who is at the peak of the swordsmanship in the world, had two lines of turbid old tears flowing down the corners of her eyes. After practicing for hundreds of years, he actually started crying like a child.

There are thousands of demons crying under the Qinglong Pond.

The white lanterns are hung in the city of Fengxue Yao, and the white background is replaced with couplets, and the streets are covered with white mourning.

Yun Mo, who had watched the fall of the eldest and younger brothers, had become demons in the back mountain.

On the banks of the Houshan Lake with no melodious sound of the piano, in the green bamboo hut with Chang Xi's extinguished natal soul lamp, Xin Tong and Qingxuan, who had just married and were widowed, were wearing white clothes. Qingxuan wiped the natal soul lamp of her sweetheart brightly. She still remembered the scene when Chang Xi pushed her into the teleportation formation to meet the enemy alone in the pit of Lingyu Mine. She just thought that Chang Xi had gone to something unknown again.

Xin Tong stretched out her finger and rubbed Chang Xi's natal soul lamp intently. Her movements were so gentle, as if he was heavier, it would make him feel pain. She never accepted the fact that Chang Xi had fallen. She was unwilling to accept it. She knew that once she accepted it, the last pillar that supported her to survive would fall apart.

The two women who were filled with longing and regret whispered softly.
Chapter completed!