In Tianyun Mountain, in the library.
Sima Jingyun, who had returned from Baixue City, was sitting in front of Meng Shentong, holding a cup of spiritual tea in his hand and tasting it quietly.
Beside her, sat Nalan Ruoyu, the Jade Lord who came after hearing the news.
In front of her lay quietly an identity token of a Tianyun Mountain disciple and an unopened letter.
After taking a sip of water, Nalan Ruoyu asked calmly: "Did Ximen Wuhen and his sister break into your house just like that?"
Sima Jingyun hesitated for a moment and whispered: "Master, not even half an hour after senior brother came to the house, senior brother Ximen broke in with his sister..."
"Why is your senior brother so honest?" Nalan Ruoyu was impatient with her slow temper and said angrily: "He gives it to others when they want it?"
"Senior Brother Ximen took out a letter. After reading it, Senior Brother gave him the iron plate."
Sima Jinglan said softly: "Before I asked him for it, the letter burned in senior brother's hand..."
Meng Shentong glanced at Nalan Ruoyu and said coldly: "No need to ask, it was written by the headmaster... I guess he gave in to the old guy from the Law Enforcement Hall for something."
Hearing the words "teacher, give in", Nalan Ruoyu's fingers holding the cards suddenly tightened, and her eyes instantly turned cold.
"Brother Headmaster, this is nonsense!"
Nalan Ruoyu said: "They did this thing of crossing the river and burning down the bridge. If Tianyun Peak encounters trouble again in the future, I wonder who will fight for them!"
"Go down." Meng Shentong waved to Sima Jingyun and said, "Since this matter is over, you don't need to tell anyone else."
Si Jingyun was stunned and asked, "Not even Junior Sister?"
Nalan Ruoyu thought for a moment and said, "Don't let her know this in advance... I'll tell her later when I can be my teacher."
Sima Jingyun sighed softly, and walked out of the library after seeing the two of them.
Watching Sima Jingyun leave the library with a solemn expression, Meng Shentong cleared his throat, picked up the cup in front of him and took a sip of the spiritual tea.
With a proud look on his face, he said: "That kid went to find the Lord of Loulan City... and actually convinced that guy Situ Tianxing to let them help..."
Meng Shentong said slowly, his voice full of pride. Even he didn't expect that Li Xiuyuan could convince the old fox in Loulan City.
"In a few days, when Wang Qiang takes Xiaoyan and the others to Tianhuang Mountain, I will go to Loulan City to have a look..."
Hearing the news from the old man, a smile finally appeared on her frosty face. She played with the token in her hand and said with a smile: "This guy is even better than me."
Meng Shentong's face was full of pride. He looked at her and said with a smile: "I guess if they speed up, the yard will be almost ready for people to live in it in the summer..."
When Nalan Ruoyu heard this, he laughed and said, "When my two disciples come back from Tianhuang Mountain, I will live in Loulan City for half a year."
Meng Shentong thought for a while and said with some concern: "Looking at his posture, does he want to take the Chen family's sewage into his body?"
Upon hearing this, Nalan Ruoyu frowned slightly and said, "Maybe he encountered trouble in Loulan City this time, which made him determined to go against certain families... "
Meng Shentong sighed and said: "Don't blame him for what happened to the leader. After all, the two Chen family members are still on Tiandao Peak."
"On the other hand, this old guy from the Law Enforcement Hall has been away for two years...is it possible?"
Nalan Ruoyu thought of Ximen Wuhen's master Dugu Wang, that guy with a gloomy face. I don't know since when, Nalan Ruoyu stopped paying attention to the master and apprentice.
Meng Shentong looked at her and smiled lightly: "If the sky doesn't fall, our disciples must have crossed the Tongtian River and headed for the Snowy Mountains..."
Nalan Ruoyu was stunned and blurted out: "He gave all the entry certificates to Ximen Wuhen's sister, where can he find another one? Is it possible..."
"That's not necessary. That fellow Situ Tianxing gave him a piece. It seems that I will have to go and have a drink with him when I go back to Loulan City."
Meng Shentong laughed loudly and said: "Man's calculations are not as good as God's calculations. Even the headmaster and the old man Duguwang can't think of it, right?"
"Oh, let me tell you, when did that guy become so generous!"
Nalan Ruoyu chuckled upon hearing this: "Is he asking the Ximen family and Old Man Dugu to owe him hundreds of thousands of spiritual stones?!"
...
On the Tongtian River, the other shore is in sight.
Li Xiuyuan raised a flame in his hand, lit the white cloth used by the village girl to wrap spring cakes, and threw it away with a wave of his hand.
He murmured softly: "I am a beautiful woman, but why am I a thief!"
There is never any truth between the killer and the prey. This is the truth he learned from the Great Buddha Temple at the foot of Tianshan Mountain, when he was only eight years old.
The eight-year-old boy slashed Ye Wuya who came to ambush him in the creek on the mountain behind the Buddhist temple.
What's more, after decades of celebrating the New Year, he has already become a rock-solid person. How can he give up his principles because of a female killer?
"Is everything resolved?"
Not far behind him, the lukewarm voice of Monk Buli came.
In his opinion, if the young man in front of him couldn't even deal with a female killer, he might as well jump into the rolling Tongtian River.
Behind the monk stood Murong Zhilan with a shocked expression.
Staring blankly at the burning white cloth turning into countless black butterflies, Li Xiuyuan murmured: "Everything in this world is like a dream, all in vain."
Murong Zhilan couldn't help but rushed over, squeezed his hand, and looked up and down carefully.
After looking at it again and again, I exclaimed: "Where was the woman selling the cake just now?"
Li Xiuyuan turned around, looked at her and said softly: "The world is too miserable, so she rushed to reincarnation."
Monk Buli was startled for a moment, then smiled and said: "So, you have made a small fortune again?"
When Murong Zhilan heard this, she couldn't help but turned to look at him and complained: "Monk, why do you only see money? You didn't even ask if your friend was injured!"
Li Xiuyuan sighed and said with a wry smile: "What a pity."
It was a pity to hear this sentence in Monk Buli's ears because of the space ring in the hands of the village girl.
But when she heard that Murong Zhilan was thinking about the village girl who was carrying a bamboo basket selling spring cakes everywhere.
"You are so cruel!"
Thinking of the beautiful woman who smiled and asked him if he wanted to buy spring pancakes a moment ago, she turned into the dead soul of the young man.
Even the girl who had seen Li Xiuyuan murder someone on the road couldn't help but frown.
Li Xiuyuan stepped forward and patted Monk Buli on the shoulder, and said quietly: "This matter is none of your business, it is my cause and effect."
Without explaining, he turned around and walked towards the bow of the ship.
Although the cold wind blew across the Tongtian River, it still couldn't wipe away the faint scent of blood.
When Murong Zhilan saw him, she couldn't say much and could only follow behind silently.
Monk Buli looked at the troubled girl, grinned and said, "My brother said he is afraid of death, do you believe it?"
"I don't believe it!" Murong Zhilan replied without even thinking.
After all, whether it was today or that night when Li Xiuyuan faced the killer in the dark alone, she never saw a look of fear on Li Xiuyuan's face.
Monk Buli sighed and asked, "Think about it, if you were replaced by him and you met a killer who wanted to kill you, what would you do?"
"Nonsense, whoever wants my life will be killed by me with a sword!"
Murong Zhilan waved her hand and shouted: "Little Shura, I seem to understand your difficulties." As he said this, he ran towards the bow of the ship.
The monk Buli who followed behind laughed and said, "Isn't that what I said? Just wait for me."
The woman in white dress standing at the bow of the boat looked at the young man who came quietly from the stern. There was no change on her face. She just looked at Murong Zhilan and said, "Junior sister, don't run around."
Baili Yunyan, who was standing next to her, pointed at the vague figure in front and said, "Look, we're almost reaching the shore."
Monk Buli smiled and said to Li Xiuyuan: "They have arrived on the other side, how about you?"
Li Xiuyuan was startled, shook his head and smiled bitterly: "If the road ahead is the other side, what about you, monk?"
Upon hearing this, Monk Buli couldn't help but praise sincerely: "Speaking of which, you are not a Buddhist disciple, but you actually started practicing Zen with me. Oh my... I'm still awake from last night's wine."
Baili Yunyan, who was not far away from the two of them, was a little cautious and glanced at the young man from the corner of his eye from time to time.
In her opinion, the young man obviously saved her and others' lives, but for some reason, the senior sister didn't like this guy all the way here.
She also knew that the boy would not treat her and others, but she still felt a little nervous.
Because she also saw the village girl selling spring cakes go to the stern of the boat, but she didn't see her walking out of the stern, even though her junior sister went to look for the boy.
However, the ferry was made of iron and had a very long hull, with a distance of tens of feet from bow to stern. There was a cabin in the middle, which would have been a fight, if not earth-shattering.
The person standing in front will not hear it either.
The waiters and shopkeepers on the ship have already seen a lot of life and death on the Tongtian River. They only want to protect themselves, how can they protect the lives and deaths of their guests?
Pulling Murong Zhilan over, Baili Yunyan felt his junior sister trembling slightly, and couldn't help but ask: "What happened next?"
Murong Zhilan shook her head gently and said nothing.
At this moment, the ship's hull shook slightly.
"We've arrived! Everyone, line up and look carefully at the pedals under your feet!"
The man on the boat said hello and threw the reins to the shore with a wave of his hand.
Baili Yunyan looked at Li Xiuyuan in front of her and asked softly: "Um, do you want to come with us?"
Li Xiuyuan was startled for a moment, then raised his eyes to look at the woman in the white dress next to her.
But the woman in the white dress didn't even look at him, and silently looked towards the shore with her phoenix eyes.
Taking a breath, Li Xiuyuan shook his head and said: "The monk's friends are still on the other side and have not yet crossed. We have to wait for them here."
Baili Yunyan seemed to understand something and didn't say much. With a gentle click from the two of them, she pulled Murong Lan behind the woman in the white dress and stepped onto the springboard set up by the waiter to get to the other side.
In less than a quarter of an hour, dozens of guests on the general floor left cleanly.
The two people walking at the end led their horses to the shore. A gust of spring breeze blew, bringing a bit of the coldness of the snow-capped mountains.
Monk Buli shouted in a low voice: "I said you only want to save yourself and don't care about saving others?"
With a sigh, Li Xiuyuan took a piece of bean cake and fed it to the greedy black horse, and responded appropriately: "I am confused, how can I ferry people? Besides, there are two guys behind me who have not yet been ferried and are waiting to be ferried."
Monk Buli turned around, looked at him with great interest, shook his head and said, "I won't tell you anymore. If I continue, I will have to invite the master to come out and argue with you."
Li Xiuyuan was embarrassed and didn't know what to say. He smiled and said, "Let's wait for another hour. When it's over, you can accompany the brother and sister."
There was meaning in these words. Monk Buli just pretended that he didn't understand. He watched the disciples of Wuji Holy Land mount their horses one after another and was about to pat the horses and leave at the sight of them.
He couldn't help but laugh and said: "They are about to leave, and you don't want to say hello?"
Li Xiudi turned around and looked at the other shore where he came from, not knowing what he was thinking about.
"Monk, what do you think of the scenery on the Tongtian River?... It turns out that life and death are like morning flowers, disappearing with the wind in the blink of an eye."
Monk Buli was slightly startled, thinking that this guy just killed a killer and then became sad?
After thinking about it for a while, he said: "Master said that the monk has been rushing to die since he was born. These feelings of yours are all nonsense in the eyes of the monk."
"That's right. How about we wait?"
Because of Murong Zhilan's look on the boat, Li Xiuyuan just wanted to be alone and go deep into the snow-capped mountains alone.
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PS: This part about crossing the river is my favorite story. What do you think?
