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Luo Changfeng, who was already like a walking corpse, finally came to the Forgetful River.

Jinghu, which had flown into the sky, was dyed red by blood, and was cut in half or there were no bamboo rafts in front of the burning bamboo forest. Luo Changfeng, whose robes were broken all over the body, dragged his exhausted body into the lake.

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He was washed into the sky by the current of water, and his body hit the melting lake ice before he felt a little conscious.

He climbed onto the ice and walked towards the familiar courtyard.

Unconsciously a layer of frost appeared between his eyebrows and hair, and the corners of his clothes gradually became ice, looking like a monster with a childish face.

His dissipated eyes inadvertently saw two ice corpses in the snow in front of the yard.

"Senior Brother!"

Luo Changfeng fell into the snow, and he was crawling in the snow, dragging the long snow marks, and finally climbed to his senior brother.

But what can he do?

He didn't know what he could do!

He just hugged his senior brother's incomplete body in his arms, held it tightly in his arms, and then closed his eyes in pain, cried, shed tears, and choked...

He felt that he was such a useless person! He was a timid and fearless person!

...

On the vast wasteland.

Jiang Manlou looked at the three hundred Iron King Cavalry and Essential Cavalry that were lined up with the Tianzi Camp a hundred meters away. The young master of the Jiang family raised his eyebrows unhappily.

"Hey! Is there anyone who can take charge of the matter? I don't know who I am? I dare to stop me from the three thousand red robes?"

No matter how heavy the rain curtain is, it cannot cover the three thousand big red robes.

Since the Iron Royal Clan’s elite cavalry dared to block the road halfway, Jiang Manlou wouldn’t really think that the other party did not have the vision to see him.

After the sound of Jiangman Tower fell, the three hundred elite cavalry separated a path and a majestic figure slowly appeared.

Iron Royal Family Iron Cold!

Tianxing, one of the ten-day manifestations, will be cold!

Jiang Manlou immediately squeezed out a flattering smile: "Yeah, I'm talking about who it is? It turns out that it's uncle Tie's family. Uncle Tie is in such a situation, I wonder what it's important to do?"

Tian Xing will be a serious person.

He is cautious and has a strong military force. Moreover, his indifference as he is named is not the courage but not the courageous or resourceful words mentioned in Jiang Manlou.

Therefore, he has no good feelings for this young master of the Jiang family who regards the prodigal family as the joy of life.

"Don't go around in front of me, you should know why I appeared here." Tie Lengyao looked at Jiang Manlou and said.

Tianxing will be straight to the point.

Since he mastered the route after the Three Thousand Dahongpao left the academy, he could also see that the team of Hongpao led by Yu Zhongtang was a fool and directly intercepted Jiang Manlou. His purpose was self-evident.

Luo Changfeng.

The person Tian Xing is about to look for is naturally Luo Changfeng who has the Heavenly Map.

Jiang Manlou would not not understand this.

But he can't go straight to the point, because the longer he drags on, the more vitality Luo Changfeng and Yingtian will be.

So Jiang Manlou smiled and said, "Uncle Tie is joking. The Emperor League master acts, how can my nephew know your purpose? Could it be that Uncle Tie is interested in which of my red-robed brothers? If so, that's the case.

Even though Uncle Tie said frankly, his nephew should do his best to do this job for his uncle."

Jiang Manlou's words made General Tian Xing angry.

A cold snorted, which shocked the white horses under Jiangmanlou and the hundreds of fierce horses behind him.

The horse in the heavy rain began to get restless.

The young master of the Jiang family, who has always been very rare, gradually restrained his smile full of false words.

"Uncle Tie is going to fight with his nephew?"

General Tianxing sneered: "Are you scared?"

Jiang Manlou spread his hands to show helplessness: "I don't seem to be afraid of three hundred riders against three thousand riders."

Tian Xing slowly walked out: "Faced with the ten-day manifestation of the saint at the peak of the cultivation level of the Tribulation Realm, you should not have this attitude."

"Oh? Then that attitude should be taken?"

This was not what Jiang Manlou said.

The sound is very gentle, and it sounds like a spring breeze mixed in heavy rain bathes people's hearts.

Jiang Manlou turned around.

Behind him was also a man in a big red robe strolled forward on horseback.

Unlike the other red robe dresses, although this man is middle-aged, he has a tall scholar's crown and a beard, and reveals a strong scholar's atmosphere all over his body. At first glance, he looks like he is studying in academy.

A master of the word "Liu" who does not care about the world.

The middle-aged scholar rode his horse and stood shoulder to shoulder with Jiang Manlou.

After seeing the figure, Tianxing general Tieleng frowned after seeing the figure: "Shushan Mo Yan!"

...

The sky gradually dimmed.

Dusk, dark, until dark.

The rain has stopped.

Night covers the sky.

There is no more Bodhi star in the sky.

The entire academy was quiet, and even the sound of snow cicadas that were usually yelling at night, there was nowhere to hear it.

In the dark river of forgetfulness, a little bright fire rose quietly from Luo Changfeng's arms.

Just like the sparkling stars you saw when you were watching the stars on the ground, the light of fireflies was floating up, getting farther and higher, and the light drifted across the mountain, not knowing where it was floating.

Place.

Luo Changfeng, who was holding his senior brother's cold body, had fainted for several hours without realizing it. He didn't know how he woke up. Perhaps Wuqingtian didn't plan to let himself disappear into the world with the academy. Perhaps, he seemed to listen.

When the senior brother was calling, he was calling farther and farther away.

Anyway, he would not be grateful to God for this.

Luo Changfeng, who had already been as cold as ice on his body, secretly used his power. After turning a little warmth on his limbs, Luo Changfeng hugged his senior brother's body and went up the mountain.

There are ice-colored tombstones on the mountain.

That was the tomb he had set up for the sword idiot Bai Yu.

He carefully placed his senior brother's body next to the tombstone, turned around and went down the mountain, and picked up the body of Mr. Daokui, the old man in the library.

He finally carried the teacher in the mourning hall to the mountain.

He built three new graves on the iceberg behind the courtyard.

Wuxiang Dao Sect, old Daokui, sword idiot Baiyu, and senior brother... The tombstones of the four sword cultivators in the academy are reflected in the moonlight.

Next to the tombstone is the academy guardian knife!

Luo Changfeng knelt in front of the glacier tombstone and kowtowed a few times.

Then he lay down again with exhaustion.

He fell asleep for another whole night.

A brand new sun rises slowly from the east, and the sun shines on the earth without favoring anyone, and a new day comes in vain.

It is not because of the sun, but because of the bitter mountain wind, Luo Changfeng climbs up from the iceberg.

There was a figure of a walking corpse in the glacier and sadly emerged from the Forgetful River.

Luo Changfeng, who had no idea what to do or what he was doing, had no idea what he was doing, fell into a dead and deep Bodhi Mountain.

On the way down the mountain, he even lost the bodhicitta on his body.

...

In the early morning, various stalls were set up outside Bodhi City as usual.

The adults were busy cleaning up the stalls.

There are children chasing and playing in the vendors.

No matter what the mountain is on, there are still laughter and joy at the foot of the mountain, and there is peace.

There are two worlds up and down the mountain.

The woman, who was afraid that the child would fight and smash the stall, picked up her child.

The child is playing with the windmill in his hands.

The pink little face was still covered with snot. I thought it was the heavy rain that caught cold yesterday.

The child who didn't understand the world pointed at the mountain with a windmill in his hand, and asked in a slight voice: "Mom, what is there?"

The woman looked in the direction the child pointed in the distance, and a helpless dimness appeared in her eyes: "That is Mount Bodhi."

"Mom, what's on the mountain?"

"On the mountain, there is a college."

"What is a college?"

"Academy is a place where many older brothers and sisters learn to practice."

"Why do brothers and sisters need to learn?"

"Because you can live a hundred years long after you finish your studies and save the world and people."

"When Xiao Songsong grows up, can she go up the mountain to study in the academy?"

"Why does Komatsu want to learn?"

"Kotsumatsu also wants to live a long life, and to save the world and save people..."

The sad woman puts the child down.

Komatsu Rak held the windmill in his hand, running and playing happily.

The child who was playing ran to the foot of Bodhi Mountain and accidentally picked up a blood-colored Bodhi seed, which was the Bodhicitta thrown by Luo Changfeng.