Longji's palace was moved into a mess, and all the soil on the ground was dug up. Subiezhi could see that there seemed to be signs of a formation, but he knew nothing about it.
When I was at a loss, a disciple with tears on his face suddenly came out of the dimly lit main hall.
The disciple was holding a stack of yellow paper in his hand, and his walking posture was dull, as dull as an emotionally drained puppet. Subiezhi finally saw a living person and ran over quickly, wanting to find out what happened to him.
When the disciple saw someone running towards him, he slowly raised his head.
When Subiezhi got closer, he discovered that the yellow paper in the disciple's hand was filled with names.
The faint light was blocked by the disciple's body, and the writing on the yellow paper was difficult to distinguish. Subiezhi was about to grab it and take a closer look, but saw the disciple shrink back as if frightened, leaving Subiezhi in vain.
But at that moment, he saw the word "palm" flashing before his eyes.
Suddenly he felt an electric shock all over his body. Seeing that the disciple in front of him seemed to be mentally stimulated, he stopped trying to fight for it. Instead, he trembled his lips and asked slowly: "Master Long...how is he...?"
Only then did the disciple realize that the embarrassed visitor in front of him was the former distinguished guest from Subiezhi, and the timidity in his eyes faded slightly.
He reached forward and shook the yellow paper in his hand: "The leader...has..."
Subiezhi didn't dare to listen any more. He suddenly felt that his vision was darkened, and the strength he had regained seemed to disappear immediately, and he no longer had the strength to support his body.
At this moment, a familiar figure slowly walked out from the main hall.
Subiezhi raised his head and saw that the person approaching was Long Tao. He had a white cloth tied on his forehead at the moment, and there was still some dust on it, as if he had just kowtowed.
His face was withered, and at first glance he even looked like a piece of rotten wood. Subiezhi looked at him hesitantly, her pupils tightly constricted and her eyelids beating constantly.
Long Tao saw Subiezhi and walked towards him slowly. His pace was very unsteady, his sluggishness was visible to the naked eye, and he had no original energy at all.
"The leader...is gone."
After approaching, he slowly raised his head, his dejected tone full of sadness and despair.
Looking at this young man who had become much more mature in an instant through the light, Subiezhi had no other thoughts except sadness.
The hidden weapon that injured the leader at that time was contaminated with poison. After returning to the sect, the leader did not even last long enough to receive medical treatment. Due to his severe injuries and weakness, the poison quickly eroded the last of his life.
The disciple slowly handed the yellow paper to Subiezhi. After he took it, he read the names listed on it one by one. Long Tao looked at him, as motionless as a rock.
After a while, Subiezhi's hands slowly sank.
"It's... like this." He opened his mouth, as if he had a lot to say, but after a long silence, he only uttered one short sentence.
Long Tao looked at him, his eyes were red and he was crying, as if he had already shed all his tears.
The two mentors he was most grateful for in his life died together in the blink of an eye.
It seemed that there was no familiar figure beside his shoulders who was willing to shield him from the wind and rain. It's like waking up at night, only to suddenly find that the ordinary days are now so far away.
The moth flies into the flame, hanging the lamp with its life. We broke up halfway and didn't even have time to say a brief farewell.
Only the earnest teachings of the past remain, and the echoes are in my ears. The words are unforgettable, but at this moment, they seem to be oozing with blood, which makes my heart ache.
Long Xiao was also killed in the melee. His halberd still stood arrogantly at the foot of the cliff, seemingly waiting for its owner to return. The grudges have been cleared up, leaving only sighs, and the dominance has turned into yellow beams, but it can't hide the hero's marrow.
A few pieces of yellow paper with many names on them. The last one was completely blank. Long Tao explained that this was to leave the souls of those heroes who were missing or could not be verified.
Subiezhi raised his head, but couldn't suppress the sadness in his heart. He sniffed and exhaled slowly for a long time, facing the deep night sky.
The leakage of the third watch is gone, and the night clouds have dispersed. The crow of the blackbird resounded throughout the mountains.
"What are your plans for the future?"
Everyone who had already entered the palace could barely contain the emotions that were pouring out of their hearts. Subiezhi sat on the chair and turned to ask Long Tao.
"I..." Long Tao turned to look at the row of houses behind the palace, where the second master was recuperating. "Longji was severely damaged this time. I want to help the second master to rectify it first. As for the future..."
He slowly closed his eyes, as if he was sleepy: "...I want to go to the heaven to purify the world."
Subiezhi was stunned for a moment and wanted to express doubts. But he thought about it and finally just nodded.
"Tomorrow morning, the coalition forces will hold a discussion meeting at Zhenshan Jishan Gate. It should be about rectification or something." Long Tao turned to look at him and pushed the cold tea cup on the table, "You will go too. ."
Subiezhi looked at the floating image reflected in the tea cup, thought for a moment, and finally agreed: "I will get there."
Except for the two of them, there was no one else in the huge main hall.
At this moment, Dongfang Shiming, who was coordinating the coalition forces at Zhenshan Jishan Gate, slowly raised his head and looked into the blurry distance.
The stars in the distant sky twinkle, distantly contacting the morning light that has yet to come. Thousands of green peaks are swaying with traces of night in the remaining wind waves.
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