Ode to Longevity

And the people who sold him these times were all women, so he didn't trust any women, and even hated them. If Gui Xing hadn't rescued him, he might have been tortured to death long ago.

Women, useless, are inherently troublesome, and they still have one face and one back, weak and shattered with a single blow, I really don't know why those men like these useless women, strong men, not more flattering Like it?

Just seeing such a ghost star, Xue Ji can only sigh, and when what month wakes up, he wants to see, what qualifications does such a woman have to be worthy of the sect master!

The cold room has no trace of temperature, and the sun falls on the window, imprinting the traces of summer. The slender fingers are plucking on the strings, pushing the strings, the blue clothes are dancing with the wind, listening to the sounds outside, the color in his eyes is dim, the song has not been played, and has been stroked. On the strings, he said softly, "Is something wrong?"

"Baili Yehua." Without any emotion, the person standing at the door stared coldly at the person inside, his fist clenched tightly and smashed against the pillar.

In response, Baili Ye Hua showed a smile, raised his eyebrows and said, "Why, figured it out?"

"Just figure it out, look at it now!" He Lanbo wished he could drag the people inside out and beat him up. He held the design drawing of the mountains and rivers he took from Feng Ni, and clicked on the red marks on it. He gritted his teeth and said, "A month ago, you didn't care about anything, and you still don't care about anything now? Now that the blood has flooded the Ghost Star Sect, and the Chaoyang Sect is also entering a catastrophe, are you not worried at all?"

"Worry, it won't spread? Helan, instead of having time to study this, it's better to practice more. You can't solve this matter by following the wind and facing the wind. Sometimes, God has already made arrangements. What kind of cause, what kind of fruit, my sect, I naturally know how to do it. Help me lead the game to Feng Ni, pay more attention to his master, Baili Mo." Baili Ye Hua laughed softly, and out of the corner of his eyes glanced at the blood on the design drawing of Shanhe, his eyes sank, and his hands on the strings accidentally made a sound.

Xing Li shook, and a hole was cut in his finger. For many years, he had never panicked like this. Even though he knew it for a long time, now... a little hesitant. In the past, he could not wait to cut himself off and leave this world. However……

The smile on the corner of his mouth was a bit bitter, and Baili Yehua continued: "If you can, um... When the little guy comes back, if I'm not here, please help me with a word for her."

"Why? You want to go wandering around? Just kidding, Sect Master, you have been repairing for a hundred years, and you are still leaving after a handful of old bones?" He Lanbo said angrily, rolling up the scroll in his hand, the wind is against the wind, this time I can't help you bro! Such a ferocious expression is revealed, but Sect Master Baili does not eat this set.

But if I wanted to tell Feng Ershui, He Lanbo really wanted to hear it. After all, he was the direct disciple of Sect Master Baili.

"I've only had two people in my life, one is Ye'er and the other is the little guy. The promise I gave, I'm afraid..." After a pause, Baili Yehua smiled lightly: "I will always be by her side. , look at her."

"...Sect Master Baili, you have a hobby of stealing and peeping, and you are always beside Feng Er Shui, what magic weapon do you use? Tsk tsk..." Goosebumps all over his body, He Lanbo pinched his nose said strangely.

Looking at the blood in his hands, Baili Yehua just smiled casually and murmured: "The body of flesh and blood is forged by the essence. It lasts for a hundred years, and it is scattered in the face of disaster, and it is born in response to the world. When the souls are reunited, That is, the day I go home..."

In the closed room, dim lights flickered, and the seven people sitting in the room looked tense as they looked at the mysterious mirror in front of them. Until the person in the mirror left, looking at the weak defense, Bailimo was all excited, the lines on the old face were vertical and horizontal, "Ghost Star has set off with two-thirds of its troops, and now the Ghost Star sect is just around the corner. With only one-third of the troops, it's a perfect opportunity!"

In addition, Yu, who was sitting on the side, also said: "We must take this opportunity to destroy the Ghost Star Sect. Fortunately, we have placed people in before, otherwise we will really miss such a good opportunity this time."

"However, shouldn't you tell Sect Master Baili about this?" Nie Wugou frowned, but as soon as he finished speaking, he was stared at by several murderous auras.

"What kind of thing is he Baili Yehua? If he knows our plan, he will definitely stop us. If the old sect master is still there, where is there any ghost star sect." With a sneer, Long Ao turned his head disdainfully, In such a meeting, there is no need to mention that person at all!

Of the eight elders, only Gu Can was excluded because they knew that if he knew, Baili Yehua would kill him in a while!

The coldness in his eyes flickered, and Baili Mo hummed: "Wugou, you stay in the sect. If someone asks you, say that we will take our disciples out to practice. Don't let Baili Yehua become suspicious! We, Set off immediately, attack the ghost star sect, and eradicate the remnants!"

"Yes!"

The cold sea water slapped on the sea surface, and a salty and wet taste rushed to the face, and the sea water stained on the skin, after being exposed to the sun, left white crystals.

Looking at the information written on the paper, Feng Qingge, who was standing on the bow, was a little confused. Although he didn't see it with his own eyes, the picture seemed to be in front of him with the few lines that were written.

"The state of Yun fell, and the prince Murong Chu killed himself in the capital."

Everything that Mu Cangyun cared about is now on this thin piece of paper. The place where he grew up is like this, gone?

"Are you sad?" Looking at the person looking at the waves, Feng Qingge put the letter in his hand.

sad?

Mu Cangyun just smiled softly and said indifferently: "What do you think Yun Guo has to be sad about?"

His mother's grave has been moved to the sea of ​​​​Gaya, and with the green pine as company, naturally he will not be alone. There are many places in Yun Guozhong that make him sad, and he has no happy memories. Ruined, those sad places will no longer exist.

If there is really anything worth remembering, then... it is the land of the Cloud Country. For his own father, the king who was aloof, half of the country he conquered was now only a place to be divided by others.

It is a pity that the lofty heroes who once threw their heads together and shed their blood together, the Yun Kingdom, which they worked hard to protect, will be divided up by other countries. Only the soil knows where they have been.

However, this is their glory, even if no one knows after thousands of years, they are forgotten in the long river of history, and they will not be forgotten here.

With his head drooping, Feng Qingge also knew that Mu Cangyun had been in the palace since he was a child, was looked down upon by others, and was sent out to fight in the battlefield. For him, the country of Yun really had nothing to remember.