Jiang Xi didn't say anything, and Xue Meng didn't say anything.

After a long time, Jiang Xi had a depressed face and spoke stubbornly with a very uncomfortable expression: "Since you have heard it, I don't need to say anything more."

“…”

"You go and settle your funeral, according to the rules of the top of life and death." Jiang Xi turned his eyes away. He didn't even want to look at Xue Meng again, "Your mother asked me to be the one who was alone. I will wait for you at the foot of the mountain."

Xue Meng moved, but he just moved meaninglessly.

The blood in his body seemed to have been exhausted, but the two or three movements of his fingers exhausted all his strength.

Xue Meng looked straight at the deep Danxin Hall. The blood on the carpet was no longer as clear as the flames, but Xue Zhengyong was still lying on the ground. When he didn't smile, his appearance seemed a little old, his wrinkles were very clear, and his temples had white hair.

However, Jiang Xi is only under thirty years old and will always be in her prime.

Xue Meng slowly walked forward a few steps and then stopped.

"You go."

Jiang Xi turned around and saw Xue Meng's lonely back.

Xue Meng said: "I don't recognize you, you are not my father."

After saying that, he closed the door with a backhand. After a while, Jiang Xi heard Xue Meng's silence and intermittent crying from inside, heartbreaking.

“…”

Jiang Xi stood in the cold wind for a long time until his hands and feet were cold, and then slowly walked down the mountain.

At the foot of the mountain, the monks were afraid of the Phoenix Heavenly Fire, and most of them dispersed. Only a few disciples were left in the Snow Palace, including Mei Hanxue.

Seeing Jiang Xi come out, these juniors in the snow palace bowed to him and whispered: "President Jiang."

Jiang Xi felt that the muscles on his face were very stiff. He pursed his lips, his brown pupils turned, and fell on Mei Hanxue, who was in charge: "Why don't you leave?"

The plums are gentle and elegant and sparse and cold: "Waiting for an old friend."

Jiang Xi understood who he was referring to and said, "He will not be able to get out for a while."

Mei Hanxue said, "I will wait for a while, and wait for three or four days. I have nothing to do, so I will stay here." He paused and continued, "In addition, Master Jiang. The Palace Master has something to say, let me bring it to you."

Full of bipolar depression, Jiang Xi asked in a suppressed manner: "What?"

Mei Hanxue bowed: "The Palace Master decided not to blindly follow the gods' descendants Tianyin Pavilion, nor to be consistent with the sects of the upper cultivator world. The leader of the Immortal Sects will be the leader of the Immortal Sects. From now on, he will not have to consider me stepping into the Snow Palace."

Jiang Xi was quiet for a while, and there was no expression on her face: "Are you planning to be independent from the Immortal Sect?"

"It is terrible to be isolated and helpless." Mei Hanxue's eyes were still full of spring waves and smiles, but her expression was a little cold. "However, blind obedience and the so-called faith in gods are the most undesirable things."

Jiang Xi stared at him.

He felt angry for no reason, stuffy, and cold teeth.

When he saw Nangong Liu sitting in this position in the past, he only felt that Nangong Liu's many decisions were ridiculous. But when he really got to this point, he realized that many things were involuntarily.

Is it his original intention to deal with Mo Ran?

Is it true that he blindly listened to Tianyin Pavilion?

This time he tried his best to dissuade the top of life and death, but the sects refuted that he was the leader of all immortals, what could he do in the end? In the past, he could lead Gu Yueye to stay out of the matter and have his own attitude. But when he stepped into the throne and when Gu Yueye became the world's largest sect, he found that he had nowhere to go back to the world.

He will eventually become the next Nangong Liu.

Jiang Xi closed her eyes, said nothing, and left without saying a word. Mei Hanxue was knowledgeable and well-informed, so she gave another gift behind him and said lightly: "Greatly send Master Jiang to see you again in the world."

He did not respond, and walked towards the distance without looking back in a blue shirt embroidered with dark patterns of gold.

In the past, he ascended the throne in Lingshan and replaced Nangong Liu's glory yesterday. There were applause and joy. At that time, he thought he would definitely be different from his ex, and thought he could change the sun, moon, and world with his own strength. At that time, he had ambition, passion and ambition.

But now he understood.

It turned out that the applause that day was not to welcome a talented and powerful immortal head, but to funeral a free soul.

From then on, the world was far away and the world was vast. It was easy to meet Lord Jiang, but it was hard to find it.

After Xue Meng buried his parents, he never left the top of life and death. Later, the sky fire was extinguished, and Mei Hanxue was ordered to go up the mountain to find him. Finally, he found Xue Meng who was unconscious in the Frost Sky Palace and brought him back to Kunlun Trace Snow Palace.

At the same time, the Lord of the Snow Palace announced to the world that from then on, all the sects decided that there would be no need to join Kunlun again, and Kunlun would no longer be bound by the laws of the Cultivation Realm. In this way, one knife and two pieces of damage were cut off.

Later, Jiang Xi summoned everyone to Lingshan to discuss recent major events. At the meeting, Jiang Xi suggested that major cases should be decided after three trials, namely "examination in the court", "examination in the fairy's gates together", and "examination in the people", and should not listen to the words of one family.

Although he has not yet pointed out which company "one word" refers to, everyone has understood that he is dissatisfied with the status of Tianyin Pavilion. Therefore, Jiang Xi's move was strongly refuted-

"Tianyin Pavilion was created by gods, and the master of the Mu Pavilion used the divine martial arts left by the God of Scales. Nothing is more just than the God of Heaven."

"President Jiang is so willful and reckless, he may be punished by God."

There were also some conservatives who believed in Tianyin Pavilion and regarded Mu Yanli's words and deeds as dogmas and criterion and were excited, and they didn't know where the courage came from, but they even slapped the table at the meeting.

"The Tianyin Pavilion is the glory of the cultivation world for thousands of years, and many sins have been cleared by them. It is precisely because of the Tianyin Pavilion that many people hesitate before committing crimes. Master Jiang, are you going to extinguish this holy fire in the cultivation world?"

Jiang Xisenran said: "According to your opinion, Tianyin Pavilion is a pure and pure place that will not make mistakes?"

"The Tianyin Pavilion was established for thousands of years and was created by gods, so there will naturally be no mistakes."

"We cultivate immortals, so that the corpse can ascend to the end after death. If Master Jiang thinks that the gods in the sky will be wrong, where is the belief in cultivating the truth?"

There were too many people who held conservative opinions. They were excited and rushed to defend the Tianyin Pavilion left by the God of Scales. In the end, Jiang Xi looked ashen, but she was unable to compete with him.

It's incomplete.

But paper cannot contain the fire, and the truth will eventually surface. After the scattered peak of life and death, the chaos not only did not slow down, but instead became more and more intense. Three days later, a great riot began in Shu.

The first one that could not be suppressed was Wuchang Town. A group of common people dressed in mourning clothes and went to the Tianyin Pavilion of Shangxiujie to insult and protest.

"When did you accept boys and girls at the top of life and death?"

"Where did you find the beast from Tianyin Pavilion? You actually mean the top of life and death as a thief! Can you be at peace with your conscience?!"

"Cultivate immortals and cultivate immortals, close your eyes and cultivate immortals! Wuchang Town is at the foot of the mountain. Why don't you dare to come to the foot of the mountain when you ask for crimes? The group of heartless traitors you found, the lackeys who have revenge, are nothing more than finding a reason for your atrocities and ugliness! A group of murderers!"

"Please clear your innocence by Master Chen Xue!!"

The old people from the Shangjing Realm who were rescued from the Linyi robbery fire were wet with tears and full of anger. They shouted: "Framed and framed, have ulterior motives. You are not humans at all, you are evil animals! You are ghosts!!"

Some monk couldn't stand it and held his sword and said angrily: "Have you said enough? Tianyin Pavilion was established by the gods, and he was full of dirty words. Are you not afraid of going to hell after death?"

Everyone was silent for a while, suddenly, Mr. Storyteller took a paper fan and lit the plaque of the Tianyin Pavilion door and sneered: "Go to hell?... Then all the immortals, listen to it-" He cleared his throat and said silencely, "Tianyin Pavilion is not as good as a pigpen!"

Everyone laughed and said with great pleasure.

A young man sighed, "Sir, this is the most exciting passage you have ever heard in more than ten years of storytelling."

"Not bad! Tianyin Pavilion is not as good as a pigpen!!"

The monk's face was like a pig's liver, and he couldn't even scold him. He stood still for a while, his face turned pale and left with a blue look.

Since these people were all people without spiritual power, Tianyin Pavilion did not take them seriously at all, so they let them clamor. But unexpectedly, more and more people came from all over the world. On the next day, the disciples in the Pavilion finally couldn't help but report Mu Yanli-

"People, the square is full of people who are here to make trouble for the top of life and death. Look, should you go out and say something?"

Mu Yanli looked dull: "There is no need to explain to them. If such people shouted twice, they would feel boring and would leave."

"But there are already..." The disciple stumbled, "More than a thousand people are blocking the door..."

Mu Yanli was slightly stunned: "Thousands of people?"

She stood up from the red rosewood couch, stepped on the thick animal skin carpet, and came to the window.

Looking down from the window of the carved flower pavilion, the square of the main entrance of Tianyin Pavilion was covered with white. The common people dressed in mourning clothes and mourning, all gathered here. Some were cursing, while others sat upright on the ground, looking stubborn as if they were planning to take root and sprout here.

A trace of wrinkles condensed in the middle of the eyebrows.

The personal disciple said carefully next to him: "It's been two days, and there are not a single person, but there are more and more people. People from all over the countryside in Shu have begun to come to Tianyin Pavilion. If this continues, we may really not be able to cover up the perjury and will be exposed."

Mu Yanli: "..."

"People, what should I do?"

Mu Yanli pursed her lips, and before she could answer, she heard a gentle voice behind her: "If you can't hold it, don't put it in."

The pearl curtain was erect, and the master walked into the warm pavilion in a daze. When the disciple saw him, he quickly bowed his head and bowed: "Senior Saint Hand."

Mu Yanli frowned and said, "Why are you here? You are not guarding the Immortal Lord?"

"The fragments of the spirit core have all melted into his heart. But he won't wake up for a while." Shi Mei walked to the window and looked down lightly, "It seems that there are a lot of people, they are really idle."

Mu Yanli looked slightly worried: "It's been when, and you're still talking sarcastic. Now it's all supported by the reputation of Tianyin Pavilion, so the situation is not out of control, but I don't know how long it will last. There are many fools among the monks, but some are not stupid. If the people below continue to make trouble, I'm afraid that the situation will change drastically before the Immortal Lord wakes up."

Shi Mei smiled and said, "Sister Mu, don't worry. No matter how big the changes are, Tianyin Pavilion is still stable."

“How to say it?”

"In the end, I want to ascend to become an immortal. I will never offend the descendants of the gods on earth." Shi Mei said, "In fact, whether it is a crime or not, are those monks not sure about it? Is it perjury? Do you not understand?"

“…”

"At that time, they chose to believe because they were afraid of conspiracy at the top of life and death, and feared Mo Ran's Zhenlong Bureau. They wanted to eliminate this sect, so they were willing to believe the testimony of dozens of people." Shi Mei stroked his fingers on the window lattice, and said lightly, "They're clear in their hearts."

The personal disciple next to him said, "Yes, but it's not a solution for these people to yell here, and they always need an explanation."

"So I just said that if I can't keep it, don't keep it."

Mu Yanli asked: "What do you mean?"
To be continued...