Juntian map

Wuxiang Daozong naturally knew that the act of entering Tiandong at night would sooner or later spread to the ears of the princes and wolves of the world, and he never thought of hiding this matter or being able to conceal it.

After the six-character practitioners have reached the realm of transformation and disaster, they have already escaped from the constraints of fate in the world, and can be said to have an immortal body and transcend the body of mortals. The realm of the divine at the realm of transformation and disaster is even closer to the gods.

It is no exaggeration to be respected as a saint.

Although the saint who is a god-inducing realm is not as quiet as the realm of the sky and observes the stars and sees the things in the sky, it is already quite common for the wind and rain to move mountains and fill the sea, and the starry sky that looks into the thousands of miles...

The Wuxiang Dao Sect can shrink into an inch and come from Bodhi Academy to the Palace City of the Dayan Empire in an instant, and even breaks through the Palace City of the Dayan Empire into the mountain gate of the Eight Hundred Sects in Tiandong within a few steps.

The mountains and rivers come and go as they please, and then this shocking thing happened in the twelve star rivers of the Eight Hundred Sects in the Tiandong East, and it was impossible to hide it from those saints.

He believed that after tonight, no matter the leader of the Imperial Alliance in Zhongzhou, the old man Zhaixing Pavilion on the Kunlun Mountains, or even the demon emperor of the demon clan who is far away in Jueyun Ridge in Tiannan, they will be eager to find any solutions.

Understand the truth behind the battle between the two saints of the divine realm that has never been seen in a thousand years.

As for whether the secret of the disciple Luo Changfeng's country and mountains and rivers will be found out in the future, what position will Bodhi Academy choose, how can those saints who are unwilling to stop at the realm of divine guidance in their practice?... all kinds of things,

Even if the Wuxiang Dao Sect has the will, it is no longer able to inquire.

He was walking very slowly, walking in the Forgetful River.

The wind and snow came one after another with cheers, kissing on the slightly tired old face, as if welcoming their masters.

The silver-white snowflakes fell unknowingly between the Wuxiang Dao Sect's hair. The Dao Sect took a step slightly tremblingly, and the three thousand worries were as silver as snow in an instant.

The Wuxiang Dao Sect’s hair turned white.

His white eyebrows grow with the wind and float with the wind.

His eyes became dim and dull from deep, and there was no galaxy in his pupils, leaving only a turbidity.

His face and his skin instantly dried up, and he was exposed to the wind and snow and was instantly bony.

Finally, his waist finally bent down.

He was hunched over.

His light cough echoed in the wind and snow of the Forgetful River.

When Huangfu Yi saw the master, he felt as if he had knocked over the five flavor bottles.

He quickly supported Daozong and his master.

The wind and snow in the Forgetful River are fierce. Even if someone helps him, the Wuxiang Dao Sect can't take another step at this moment.

He is old!

He is really old!

He was already injured and fought with the statue of Tiandong God to exhaust his cultivation for thousands of years. He is no longer the second belief of Bodhi Academy. He is just a look of a fierce wind that will be forgotten in the river of Forgetful Love at any time.

The snow blows down, it can breathe, and the poor bones connected to the flesh!

Wuxiang Daozong trembled and stretched out his thin palm, and there was a lotus in his palm.

His turbid eyes looked at the lotus on the other side, his voice weak and hoarse: "Crush this lotus and save your junior brother..."

Huangfu Yi carried the Wuxiang Dao Sect on his back and faced the wind and snow, leaving two lines of tears.

...

Late at night, heavy snow was still flying tirelessly.

The lonely lamps in the academy seem quiet and peaceful in the wind and snow.

The lonely lamp has not been turned off and the child has not been sleeping.

Whether it is Jiang Manlou who is heartless on weekdays, Li Xingyun who always talks about his husband's words, Su Xiaofan, who is born in poor and superb cooking skills, or Chongyang, who is mysterious and taciturn in black robe all year round...

I never fell asleep on this snowy night.

But the comrades who made their concern and worry lie peacefully in the river of forgottenness, regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter... sleep forever!

"Our ten-sen companions subverted the glorious page of the academy's history and had not been written yet. Is this guy really planning to sleep lazy? I am not so irresponsible!" It was a late night of wind and snow.

From a long distance, you can hear Jiang Manlou’s complaints and worries coming from the independent courtyard of the Honglou District where Xinsheng lives.

Li Xingyun stood in front of the door and listened to the wind and snow.

Thoughtfully, he looked at Jiang Manlou's back and couldn't help but ask in his heart: "Tell me truthfully, what exactly is the so-called gathering between Xueer and Ling'er?"

Scholar Li Xingyun finally couldn't keep silent about this question.

Since the Peach Blossom Forest changed and Jun Zeyu unveiled the veil that everyone had been hiding for a long time, this problem was like a mountain that lies between their ten sons' brothers and sisters, a mountain that could not be overcome or ignored.

Jiang Manlou was unwilling to mention this issue on his own initiative, and he was even more unwilling to mention it passively.

However, since the incident had already happened, he could not avoid this face.

Jiang Manlou turned around and looked at Li Xingyun. Looking at Li Xingyun with a serious expression and even a bit serious, he shouted unhappily: "My Jiang family is the first family in the world's Shuzi Sect. I am the young master.

What's wrong with having a little curiosity about that Juntian Cancao? Is curiosity wrong?"

Jiang Manlou was in a bad mood.

Especially when facing the accusations and questions from his fellow comrades, he felt even more annoyed.

It is undeniable that he is indeed a little selfish when he gets to Xueer, Luo Changfeng and others.

But he didn't think that these selfish thoughts hurt each other's brotherhood. He was just curious about the whereabouts of the country and the mountains and rivers that disappeared three years ago, and wanted to see if he could control some things through Yan Ningxue.

Known news.

That's all!

He never imagined that he had taken the long-lost map of the country and the mountains and rivers through some despicable means. He felt that he should not bear such accusation as Li Xingyun!

Li Xingyun ignored Jiang Manlou's noisy.

He doesn't want to argue.

Especially at this time, especially when Luo Changfeng's life and death are unknown.

He was silent for a moment, looked at Jiang Manlou again, and asked the second question: "Why did Jun Zeyu and the Eight Hundred Sects of Tiandong, or Qin Yi and the Dayan Empire, kill Changfeng?"

Jiang Manlou looked at Li Xingyun's eyes slightly moved.

His words stopped.

Li Xingyun walked up to him, stared in his eyes and said, "If you still cherish our brotherly relationship, I hope you can tell the truth!"

Jiang Manlou avoided Li Xingyun's gaze.

He turned around and looked at Fengxue outside the door, sighing deeply: "After all, everyone's purpose is the same, not all for that lost sky map!"

Li Xingyun's heart trembled slightly.

Although he had guessed this possibility in his mind.

But when he heard this answer with his own ears and heard the answer from Jiang Manlou's mouth, he was still a little shocked.

"Is it all for the Tiantu that has been legendary for a long time and no one has ever seen his true appearance?"

"But where is the meaning of a comrade?"