At the foot of Shaoshi Mountain, Bingqi was waiting for Xiao He with the disciples from Nihan Blessed Land. After several dangerous battles, no one knew how many disciples died, and those who survived did not feel the joy of victory at all. They just sorted themselves out. The bodies of their fellow disciples were carried on stretchers. They looked expressionlessly ahead, which was the direction they were heading home.
In order to show respect for the deceased, no one was allowed to fly with a sword anymore. They carried the bodies of the siblings on stretchers and walked towards home step by step.
Bingqi and Xiao He rode at the front on their war horses. No one spoke during the journey, and the only thing that could be heard was the gentle sound of wind blowing by their ears.
After walking quietly for a long time, they arrived at the bank of the Juliu River. A large ship from Nihan Blessed Land had been waiting for a long time. Bingqi and Xiao He led the disciples to carry the body onto the large ship. The vast deck was soon filled with corpses. Most of the disciples entered the cabin to rest, and only a few disciples stood in a circle around the railings of the ship. The three elders returned to the cabin to rest with the sect leaders. Only Bingqi and Xiao He were left standing on the deck. Go up and look ahead silently.
No one can ever step into the same river twice. The Juliu River is still windy and turbulent, and there is no trace of the magical beasts that have passed by. On the wide river, only a large ship from the Cold Blessed Land can be seen crossing.
The big boat docked slowly on the other side of the Juliu River. The disciples from Nihan Blessed Land still picked up the bodies of their senior brothers, carefully got off the boat, and walked step by step towards the direction of Wuyin City, where there was still a group of people waiting. Join them.
In front of Kirigakure City, a group of people were ready to go. Just like the people who came back from Liuguang Blessed Land, they carried the corpses of their fellow disciples, with no expression on their faces, quietly waiting for the return of the new sect leader Bingqi.
Compared with the people and horses who have just returned, the scene here seems to be more touching. For a mortal city, the trauma caused by such a disaster is devastating. Although the reinforcements of the people and horses in Nihan Blessed Land are extremely fast, but in their Before arriving, the city guards who were on duty at that time were still killed by the attack of the monsters.
Outside the city wall, these mortal soldiers responded urgently to unknown emergencies and built fortifications outside the city gate. However, such defenses had no effect on monsters. Mortal soldiers could be seen everywhere in the broken fortifications. The corpses were being carried away in carriages by their companions, while more soldiers carried buckets to wash away the thick and sticky blood on the ground and walls.
Xiao He looked at everything in front of him and felt very sad. He still remembered how happy and peaceful the city was when he first came here, but now it has become a land of killing.
However, these cultivators who were calling for wind and rain were unable to do anything to see the mortals separated from their loved ones. They just looked at them silently for a while, then turned and left in the direction of the sect.
When he arrived at the sects in Nihan Blessed Land, Bingqi only had a very brief meeting with the sect masters, and then they left separately. After a catastrophe, all the sect masters needed to take their disciples back to rest and recover. vitality.
The last person to leave was Lie Bing. Compared with other sects, it seemed that Lie Bing and Nihan Blessed Land had an extra friendship.
Bingqi said to Xiao He: "Can I leave the matter of Wanshan's ashes to you? I need to deploy it as soon as possible to prevent people with evil intentions from taking advantage of the situation before the vitality of the blessed land is restored."
Xiao He nodded and said, "Don't worry, I'll handle it!"
Lie Bing, who was standing aside, also patted Xiao He on the shoulder and said, "I'll go with you."
Xiao He looked at Lie Bing, smiled slightly, and nodded in response.
When she came back this time, Xianyao was surprisingly well-behaved and no longer as naughty as before. She looked quietly towards her brother, watching her brother talking to Xiao He and Lie Bing. Without saying a word, the tall Tianxuelin lion beast He also lay down next to his owner obediently, like a cute puppy, but this puppy was too tall.
Xiao He and Lie Bing still turned around and glanced at Xianyao. After smiling, they didn't say much, turned around and took a vacation flight towards the summit of Baifeng Mountain's Spirit-Soothing Peak.
On the top of Comforting Peak, the traces of the battle still exist. The heavy snow has not had time to cover everything up. The entrance of the cave is tightly sealed, and there are two people living inside, one for life and one for death.
In front of the cave, Master Ji Ku's body was covered by a thin layer of snow. His eyes were wide open, his face was ferocious, and the blood hole on his chest was still shocking. Xiao He squatted next to him and looked at him quietly for a few seconds. He couldn't help feeling that fate was playing tricks on people.
Lie Bing stood aside and looked down at Xiao He and asked, "What are you thinking about?"
Xiao He replied softly: "I'm thinking that maybe sometimes, being an ordinary mortal may be happier than being a practitioner!"
Lie Bing frowned and said seriously: "Xiao He, you have to know that you should not be upset while practicing. If you are upset, it will lead to chaos."
Lie Bing's words were serious and thoughtful. There was a heavy pause in the word "annoying". Xiao He naturally understood the meaning and answered: "Now, I am really a little confused."
"How about I do it?" Lie Bing asked tentatively.
Xiao He nodded, stood up and stood aside, still looking at Ji Ku's remains silently.
Lie Bing raised his right hand and slowly accumulated strength in his palm. A slow and gentle fire gradually spread over Ji Ku's body. After a while, only dark gray ashes were left on the ground.
Xiao He carefully collected Ji Ku's ashes and put them in the jar prepared in advance, and followed Lie Bing back to the sect of Nihan Blessed Land.
When Xiao He and Lie Bing came back, Bingqi and Xianyao greeted them personally. Seeing Xiao He, Bingqi still smiled and said, "You're back!"
"Back." Xiao He also nodded and replied.
"How's it going? Did it go well?" Xianyao asked quietly from the side.
"Of course!" Xiao He nodded again.
"When are you planning to set off?" Bingqi asked.
"Just tomorrow!" Xiao He said after thinking for a while.
"What, are you leaving just after you came back? How many more days of rest are you going to have?" Xianyao said in a low voice.
"No need, I have already promised Master Ji Guang, not to mention the Shaolin Temple is kind to me, I still want to complete this matter earlier, forget it but Master Ji Guang's wish!" Xiao He sighed.
"Oh." Xianyao only said a few words, a little disappointed in her tone, but she didn't say anything more. A catastrophe is enough to make a princess who is not afraid of anything and everything grow up in an instant.
"Then I'll send some personal guards to go with you! After all, this is the Scarlet Flame Blessed Land. Strictly speaking, it is hostile to Nihan. I won't trust you if you go alone!" Bingqi said. Everyone understands that as the sect leader of the Blessed Land, , Bingqi cannot accompany Xiao He at this time. Now that the vitality of the blessed land is severely damaged, someone may come and take advantage of it at any time.
Xiao He shook his head and replied: "There is no need to go to war. We are going to send his relatives back to their roots, not to come and provoke them. It would be bad if there are too many people there."
"It's just that if something unexpected happens in the opponent's domain, what should I do..." Bingqi was still worried, but before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Lie Bing.
Lie Bing smiled and said: "Please don't worry, Master. I have discussed it with Elder Xiao He on the way back. The two of us are going together this time, so we can take care of each other." In fact, Lie Bing had mentioned to Xiao He very early that he The two magic powers of ice and fire increasingly felt that they were not pure enough, so they had already wanted to go to the Red Flame Blessed Land with a pure fire attribute to find a solution, so this time they coincided with Xiao He.
"Oh? That's very good, but your sect..." Bingqi was very happy when he heard it, but he hesitated to speak.
"Sect Master, there is no need to worry. I have arranged for two of my close associates to take care of the affairs of this sect. Besides, Elder Xiao He and I will come back as soon as we leave, so we won't waste too much time." Lie Bing said again.
"So great!" Bingqi said happily.
In the evening, in the meeting hall of Nihan Blessed Land, the new sect leaders of Blessed Land Bingqi, Xiao He and three other elders, plus Xianyao and Lie Bing who had not left yet, sat around the table. They had just come back, and Xiao He was about to set off again. He had promised to the ancient Shaolin temple to bring the ashes of Shaolin disciple Master Ji Ku back to his hometown and hand them over to his relatives. Instead, he would have a meal in the night as a farewell.
Drunkness comes on especially quickly when you are sad. The three elders have already left, and there are only four young people left in the empty hall. They hold wine glasses in their hands, each thinking deeply.
Bingqi was already drunk. He had experienced almost all the ups and downs of life in just a few days. Now that he was in danger and received orders, one can imagine the pressure he was under. Xiao He was also drunk. He missed the days in Guiyan Peak, missed the lives that were once alive but now sleep forever, missed Xingyu, and missed Junzijiu. Along the way, more and more people and things made him care about , and at the same time, there are more and more helpless differences. On the other hand, he was very confused about where he came from. He had not avenged his revenge, but there were more and more doubts about him. He already had no idea of his direction.
Lie Bing was also drunk, but he was the clearest among the three drunk men. He held a wine glass in his hand, with an elegant posture, sometimes looking at Xianyao, sometimes looking out the window, smiling without saying a word.
The only sober person was Xianyao. She walked around the table and walked up to Xiao He, clinked glasses with him and said softly: "Be careful along the way."
Xiao He smiled, raised his cup and touched it gently with Xianyao, then raised his head and drank all the wine in the cup.
Lie Bing looked at the two of them with drunken eyes, raised his glass, smiled and said to Xianyao: "Let's have a drink too!" With another light touch, Lie Bing also drank all the wine in his glass.
After a while, Xianyao also left, leaving only the drunk Bingqi, Lie Bing and Xiao He in the room.
Xiao He and Lie Bing were both standing by the window. The night wind blew in, but they were much more awake. The two teenagers who also cherished each other were looking into the distance together and chatting.
"What are you thinking about?" Lie Bing asked.
Xiao He shook his head.
"Are you homesick?" Laibing asked again.
Xiao He still shook his head.
"What are your plans when you come back from the Red Flame Blessed Land?" Lie Bing asked again.
"The Blessed Land of Flowing Light." When asked, a cold light flashed in Xiao He's eyes.
"So obsessed? Do you have to destroy Flowing Light Blessed Land?" Lie Bing still asked.
The talkative Xiao He suddenly spoke: "That day, I stood alone on the top of Duanchen Cliff and looked at the scene of purgatory. I couldn't figure out why these kind people in front of me were not guilty. Why did they all die? Later I thought Understand, they died for me!”
The two of them stopped talking and still looked into the distance, as if they saw their own future.
