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Bodhi City is still the Bodhi City of the past.

But without the support and rendering of Shanshang Academy, Bodhi City looks much deserted ten years later than before.

Of course, this is not a simple result of the demise of the academy.

This city is located on the edge of the border between the Great Yan Empire and the Qizhou Region. It was originally a transportation hub and a must-pass road for merchants and pedestrians. However, as King Jun Zeyu of the Ming Dynasty of Dongchu unified Tiandong, Bodhi City lost its previous geographical advantages.

The deserted mountains outside the city are dilapidated and no one cares about them, and they become more and more deserted every day.

After entering the city, the two brothers went straight to the Chengzhong Academy Inn.

Luo Changfeng did not expect that it was still empty and extremely clean and tidy, as if someone often came to clean it up.

After inquiring, he learned that King Mingyi unified Tiandong, he instructed the officials of the state government of this city to retain everything the academy had in the past, regardless of the city office or the barren mountains outside the city, no matter how much grass, wood, table and chair were used!

Luo Changfeng is quite grateful for this.

"You said you cut off your robe and righteousness, why did that King Ming of Dong Chu do these things?"

"The Twelve Stars of Jingtian are the culprits of the massacre of the Academy. Perhaps he feels guilty about the Academy."

Following the direction of leaving the city on the main city street, Huangfu Yi, who was red-haired with swords on his back frowned slightly.

Obviously he did not agree with his junior brother's explanation.

Or from beginning to end, he was disgusted with and even felt that the fox was pretending to be a tiger's power.

The senior brother did not deliberately hide his emotions, and his displeasure was captured in Luo Changfeng's eyes.

The latter inadvertently slowed down and fell behind his senior brother half his shoulder. Luo Changfeng looked at his senior brother's back and felt a little unfamiliar for some reason.

...

Where is the road in Bodhi Mountain?

The mountain roads of the past were buried by wild grass and rocks. The two brothers climbed the mountain, but they did not rely on memory, but wherever they walked, they were just mountain roads.

Standing in front of the collapsed academy, looking at the "Daomen Holy Land" lying quietly under the clear sky turned into the ruins in front of me, the painful feeling invaded bit by bit.

The breeze blew on his face, and a few peach blossoms floated from somewhere, falling lightly on Luo Changfeng's shoulders. He reached out to dust off the peach blossoms, and he was stunned by the peach blossom forest that carries many memories.

He came back to his senses and followed his senior brother's steps.

Along the way, I saw many bones that had never been weathered, as well as the Bodhi tree that had dried up in the ashes. Luo Changfeng seemed to have returned to ten years ago in an instant.

Killing and screams echoed in my ears.

A faint pain in my heart.

His brows became more and more frowned, and there was an imperceptible red light flash in his clear pupils.

He walked in the broken walls and ruins, walked from the six-character gate of the outer courtyard to the Mingjing Platform. Through the purple bamboo forest, he and his senior brother appeared in front of Jinghu.

There are rows of bamboo rafts by the Jinghu Lake.

Looking at the familiarity with the bamboo raft that stopped by the lake ten years ago, Luo Changfeng knew that it was not.

The senior brother untied the bamboo raft.

Familiar movements and familiar scenes, like when he first entered the academy's purple bamboo forest that year, and his senior brother took him into the Forgetful River, every bit of it is vivid in my mind...

The memories in Luo Changfeng's spiritual consciousness were gradually aroused, his breath began to float a little, his blood was surging faintly, red light flashed in his eyes, and a terrible anger in his body was about to move.

He knew that the blood evil energy left in the butcher's knife in his body was awakened by the fluctuations of emotions.

He did not tell his senior brother that he was restraining!

He followed his senior brother into the Forgetful River.

Snowflakes are no different. All the snow in the world is in a crystal-shaped hexagonal shape. But compared to Fengxue Yincheng, the snow in Forgetful River still makes him extremely familiar. It feels like... closing his eyes and putting himself in a strange space.

When the wind blows on the face and lingers with snow, he knows that he is forgetting the river of love.

The snow in the small courtyard, which is isolated from no one in the world, has already reached the knees, and several thatched huts are covered with gray marks.

The tiles in the Wuxiang Dao Sect live in were broken, and the small hole in the south window was leaking wind and snow. When the senior brother pushed the door open, the wind rushed into the bone-breathing.

Everything in the room is as old as before.

Even the giant tripod that had planted thirty-six-petal lotus has not been removed at all. The dust marks on the tripod are obviously different from those around the ground.

The senior brother rarely talked, and he still started to clean the house silently as before.

Luo Changfeng wanted to help shovel the snow.

But he was called by his senior brother: "You don't need to help me with me here, go and clean up your own place."

Luo Changfeng, who was rarely treated neglected by his senior brother, was slightly stunned.

He looked at his senior brother's busy back, stood there for a moment, then respectfully took the salute, and then went to the house where he had lived.

After about half an hour, after cleaning the courtyard, the two brothers and brothers joined hands to climb the iceberg.

There is an iceberg behind the Wangqingchuan courtyard where Wuxiangdao Sect lives for many years.

Ten years ago, four tombs were formed on the iceberg, and under the tombstone were buried four knives in the academy. Wuxiang Daozong, the old sword master in the library, the senior brother, and the sword idiot Baiyu Clothing and Tomb.

Standing in front of the teacher's monument, the senior brother knelt on the snow with his knees and kowtowed deeply.

Luo Changfeng lifted the front and was about to kneel down with his senior brother, but he was called again.

“Not busy.”

The senior brother stood up and looked at Luo Changfeng with a confused look on his face: "Just now, tell the teacher what you have done in the past ten years."

"Senior brother?"

Luo Changfeng didn't understand the senior brother's meaning, and there was tears in his eyes, and there was a blood-red evil spirit in his tears.

Huangfu Yi, whose soul occupied Liu Shaotian's body, pointed to the ice monument: "Your senior brother is lying here."

This heart-killing sentence touched Luo Changfeng's heart and felt a vague pain.

The city lord of Fengxue Yincheng, who has been respected by all people for ten years, looks like a wronged child in front of his senior brother, and he wants to speak but stops.

Now in this world, if Luo Changfeng still has respect, it must be all about his senior brother.

He can contradict anyone without any contradictory, but he will not contradict his senior brother.

He dared not.

He dared not speak.

Huangfu Yi looked cold and sarcastic: "I don't know what to say?"

Luo Changfeng shook his head in a panic: "No, no..."

"That's right! The dignified Lord Luo City has a city of Fengxue Silver, and is admired by billions of people, and praises by the world. He killed more than 70 foreign masters with one sword on the bank of the Wei River. His strength makes those who practice swords and hold swords in the world happy

Longing for but not attainable. And with beautiful beauty always accompanying each other, it is a legend. Yan Ling’s personal guards follow him and make him come out like a mountain... Why do you need to remember the blood hatred of the dead in a vain in the academy for such a free and happy life?"

Huangfu Yi's every word is to kill the heart.

Looking at those cold eyes, Luo Changfeng staggered back several steps and almost slipped: "No, senior brother, I, I don't!"

Huangfu Yi pressed step by step: "You don't have? You don't have anything?"

Luo Changfeng kept retreating, and then sat next to his senior brother's tombstone.

The blood-red evil spirits all over his body broke out and lingered all over his body. He looked at his senior brother's tombstone, tears fell, and cried bitterly: "I haven't forgotten the disaster in the academy..."

Huangfu Yi suddenly shouted angrily: "You are lying!"

Suddenly shocked.

Luo Changfeng raised his head in a daze, looking at his senior brother with bloodshot eyes.

"The three generations of sword-holding men lying in this grave, as well as the bones that corrode with the wind and rain outside are just ridiculous people who are overestimating their abilities!"

He pointed to the tombstone and smiled tragically: "You...hahaha! You said that you live and die together with the academy, but you didn't know that you would never return home if you were buried in the bones. The one who tried your best to maintain it, the uncle of the little master,

!He has been enjoying ten years of glory and wealth in the hall full of gold and jade! Not to mention the aggrieved for the academy, he has returned to see you all in the past ten years of spring and autumn!"

After a long whistle, Huangfu Yi drew his sword.

The palm of the Liaoyuan Sword slashed, and crystal blood dripped.

His eyes were filled with endless disappointment and endless hatred. He looked at Luo Changfeng and said word by word: "The people are all damn people!"

The lingering sound is lingering in the ears.

Next to the tombstone, Luo Changfeng, whose bloody energy of the butcher knife could no longer be suppressed, was surging his heart and vomiting blood.

A blood-like red evil spirit wrapped him up.

He looked weak and weak: "I, I haven't forgotten!"

Luo Changfeng supported the tombstone and stood up with difficulty.

He slowly raised his head, staring at Huangfu Yi with his devilish eyes, and his inner hatred was completely released by the butcher knife's demonic nature.

The silver hair was as messy as a needle, and he clenched his fists: "I want to take revenge!"