After that day, Xiao Wuye sent him a message, telling him that his vacation was coming to an end. So he had to say goodbye to A Tian and returned to this place alone.
The master's sword formation was broken by his instructions.
When I was studying at Qingya Academy, the academy was not yet so large. The construction of the martial arts academy was also in the ascendant. Unexpectedly, he had now become the head of the Confucian sect in the lower world, and he, his former disciple, had become the enemy.
Xi Zishi looked at the old school, and his heart gradually began to float.
After lingering for a moment, he seemed to have made up his mind and walked towards the other end of the back mountain.
Over there is the place where their husband was buried, Qingya Cemetery.
Walking through a forest, surrounded by bamboo trees, he relied on his memory to find the cemetery hidden among the jungle.
The inside and outside are separated by a low wall, but the green color overflows the wall and connects the two sides.
Xi Zishi jumped from the wall and climbed in. After wandering for a while, he found his mentor.
It takes ten years to grow trees and a hundred years to cultivate people. The words of the past teachings are still in my ears. The friendship between fists and fists made Xi Zishi's heart hurt. After being silent for a while, he slowly knelt down in front of his mentor's grave.
There were only two haggard white flowers in front of the tomb, their petals all withered. Xi Zishi looked around, then carefully took out the prepared offerings, a small wad of paper money, and a few fruits, and placed them respectfully in front of his mentor's tomb.
He took out Huozhe from his arms, kicked away the dead branches scattered on the ground around him, and slowly burned the paper money.
A faint fire burned lonely in front of the tomb. There was no wind blowing, so Xi Zishi stared at the flames until they gradually extinguished, leaving only ashes on the ground.
He stood up slowly and wiped the dust on the tombstone with his sleeve.
He knew that his mentor would not forgive him for this. He didn't ask for forgiveness from his mentor, he just wanted a little bit of peace of mind.
After a moment of silence, Xi Zishi left the cemetery.
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In the stalemate stage, Qiongtian Temple, the Three Religions, and the villains and Jiuche Xiaoying who came to attack continued to see each other. Although they were able to avoid losing anything, in the past few days, the Zongyan Sword Formation and the Rentian Sword Formation have been destroyed one after another, making everyone in Zhengdao unavoidably a little anxious.
In the past few days, Subiezhi and Jue Tongjun also killed many thieves who had sneaked in. It has to be said that their rampage is really rare. It seems that the temptation of Jiuche Xiaoying is indeed not small for these people.
Xi Zishi's silent entry made the situation even more tense. The defenses of the three religions are gradually showing signs of decline, especially Qingya Academy, which originally played the main role. This situation is even more prominent.
In the wine alliance, Fu Yunge and others worked hard for days to delay the battle, and finally waited for Lang Chenyan's arrival.
Still wearing shabby clothes and a rusty knife without a scabbard. Gu Wu's domineering style was fully revealed, which surprised everyone in the wine alliance.
Fu Yunge, Dongfang Shiming and others rushed out after hearing the summons. Poinsettia is also among them, and he is also involved in the Tianjiang Five Swordsmen back then.
Lang Chenyan was blocked at the door, looking a little unhappy. Dongfang Shiming quickly gave the order to let go, and they were able to meet in the wine alliance.
Originally, Lang Chenyan's eyes were as cold as dead water, but when he saw Fu Yunge, that look was resolved like ice.
"...It's you, kid."
He sighed and gave a stiff smile.
Fu Yunge smiled at him: "Yes, I didn't expect to be alive to see you again. Senior Lang Chenyan, it's me."
Thinking of what happened in the sand wall at that time, Lang Chenyan admired Fu Yunge. He then breathed a sigh of relief and said calmly: "If there's anything I can do to help, just say it."
Dongfang Shiming heard him speak so happily and knew it must be because of Fu Yunge. So he pushed Fu Yunge and asked him to explain their plan to Lang Chenyan in person.
Fu Yunge then took two steps forward, and everyone walked towards the main hall. On the way, he and Lang Chenyan described their arrangements in detail. Lang Chenyan also listened very carefully, seeming to be trying his best to digest the plan that was quite complicated for him.
When he walked into the hall, Fu Yunge told him about the situation that he should pay attention to, and he finished when he brought tea.
Dongfang Shiming then briefly told him the reason for doing this. After all, considering that Lang Chenyan didn't care about worldly affairs, there might be mistakes.
Although Lang Chenyan still didn't understand it, he at least remembered it carefully. He nodded slowly from time to time, as if he was comprehending what he had just said.
Poinsettia looked at him and waited for everyone to finish talking about their matters before slowly speaking: "Langdao, it's been a long time."
Lang Chenyan looked up at him strangely, but he was still hesitant in his heart. He has stayed in the Snow Desert for many years, and his memories from long ago have been sealed away. It seems that now he can only remember what happened since his comeback and the past of Tiandian Wandao Pavilion.
Seeing that he was a little confused, Poinsettia then continued: "It is a pity that I was unable to express my condolences in person when the old man Jian Chengfeng died."
Lang Chenyan seemed to have some impression after hearing him talk about Jian Chengfeng. It seemed that they had fought side by side during the last catastrophe, but it was vague and he couldn't remember the details.
Seeing him like this, Poinsettia no longer forced herself, but just smiled lightly: "We meet again today. I hope that you and I can still contribute to the righteousness of the world as we did back then."
