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Huangfu Yi’s story is over.

The snow-capped top of the mountain fell into a long silence again.

Luo Changfeng looked at his senior brother, feeling complicated, but he felt more guilty about misunderstanding his senior brother.

It was only today that he realized that everything his senior brother did was to eliminate demons for himself and eliminate the magical nature left in his body in the butcher knife, so that he could have the ability to completely control the butcher knife.

To accomplish this, you need to experience the most cruel betrayal and survive in death. That is why the senior brother took advantage of his serious injury and took away thirty-five lotus flowers.

This is a very dangerous process, and it is also a kind of gambling.

But Luo Changfeng didn't know why his senior brother was so confident and said, "If I didn't rebuild my mind, I would be depressed or die somewhere else?"

Huangfu Yi turned his back to him, and his dim eyes could no longer see the tombstone in the wind and snow in front of him. He had to stare at Xuwu and said in a calm tone: "Being a ghost is better than staying in the world and being a demon. Academic Count

A thousand-year reputation cannot be destroyed in your own hands."

Huangfu Yi's words sounded cold and ruthless, but they were Luo Changfeng's most satisfying answer.

Because this is the senior brother.

Academies have the pride of academies. Even if they no longer exist, their pride will still be passed down through the world and will still be protected by someone.

According to the temperament of the senior brother, he may die in pain, but he will never allow the deviled junior brother to harm the world.

Huangfu Yi paused and said, "Since you are a destiny who has created a great world, you shouldn't be defeated so easily, let alone, you are my Huangfu Yi's junior brother and the last student of the teacher."

Huangfu Yi's truth is always so unreasonable and always so simple.

From beginning to end, he believed that Luo Changfeng could rebuild his mind and control the butcher's knife and become a real knife-holder in the academy, and there was no other reason. It was because Luo Changfeng was his junior brother and a teacher's student.

How arrogant this explanation is.

Luo Changfeng laughed when he heard this.

I thought to myself that my senior brother was indeed my senior brother, as usual, and it had not changed at all.

Huangfu Yi, who was already in endless darkness, vaguely heard his junior brother's chuckling. He was even a little uncertain whether he had hallucinations or misheshes, but this was no longer important.

Even if he can't hear anything.

"Do you resent your senior brother?" he asked Luo Changfeng.

This is a question Luo Changfeng once asked him.

In the past, Luo Changfeng asked him more than once in the academy. Now he also wants to know whether his junior brother would resent him if he took away the thirty-five-petal lotus that day.

Luo Changfeng was unwilling to deceive: "I blame him."

Huangfu Yi nodded and smiled, "Senior brother will feel at ease."

Luo Changfeng felt strange.

Just as I was about to ask, I heard from my senior brother: "I'm going to die."

The four words were like five thunder thunder shaking Luo Changfeng's mind. He looked at his senior brother in confusion, how could he die?

The wind and snow stirred Huangfu Yi's clothes, and Luo Changfeng was vaguely aware that his senior brother's back was no longer so straight.

He knew that his senior brother would not joke with him for no reason, and a sense of fear suddenly spread throughout his body: "Senior Brother!"

Huangfu Yi, whose eyes and ears have completely isolated from the world, said: "Everyone will die, let alone I have died once."

Luo Changfeng walked to Huangfu Yi and was shocked to find that his senior brother's eyes were completely empty.

My heart sank in an instant.

Huangfu Yi's legs were limp and his soul was exhausted. When he was about to fall, he spoke: "Helmet me."

Luo Changfeng, who was hit hard in his mind, could no longer think, quickly helped his senior brother and sat down slowly, and sat in front of the tombstone on the top of the snow-capped mountain.

Luo Changfeng anxiously held the senior brother's wrist and wanted to transfer his cultivation, but was pushed away by Huangfu Yi's backhand and shook his head: "It's useless. My soul is exhausted, and I'm already in a medicine stone."

Luo Changfeng was puzzled: "Why is this happening? Didn't your soul be completely integrated with this body? How could it be, how could it be exhausted?"

Huangfu Yi's breath began to become weak, and his voice began to hoarse: "Senior Brother can no longer hear what you say. Don't be sad, because Senior Brother knew that this day would come. He was afraid that he would come too early and worried that you would not be able to do so.

Rebuilding my mood, worried that I would not be able to complete the reconstruction of the academy.”

"Fortunately, everything is in time."

"It is the most perfect ending to be able to meet you for the last time and to hand over the brand new academy to you. Senior brother also has the face to meet the teacher in the dark."

Huangfu Yi took out the self-sacrifice knife from the crescent pendant and handed it to the grieving Luo Changfeng. His breath was as thin as a gossip, and there was no sound at all, leaving only the mouth shape: "Give the guardian knife to Liu Shisan,"

Tell him that the pride of the academy cannot be lost!”

Luo Changfeng held the self-sacrifice knife tightly, looked at the dying senior brother, nodded vigorously, and tears filled his eyes.

Huangfu Yi stretched out his hand and groped out of thin air: "Junior brother, junior brother..." Luo Changfeng hurriedly held it: "I'm here! I'm here, senior brother..."

The only remaining touch came into the palm of my palm, Huangfu Yi grinned and said, "Transfer the academy! In the next life, I will still climb the mountain to become a disciple."

In Luo Changfeng's eyes, the senior brother's rare smile was completely frozen.

He frowned slightly, his nose was sore.

He blinked gently, and two lines of tears rolled down his cheeks...

The wind and snow in the Forgetful River suddenly suddenly started to rise, especially on the top of the snow-capped mountain behind the courtyard, the wind and snow were violent, rolling up a tornado about a hundred feet long and reaching the sky.

In the tornado, there were thousands of sword lights and sabers.

It was the blood evil sword light of the butcher's sword light, the sword light of countless swords in the Huanhua Shui Sword Picture.

That was Luo Changfeng's long roar! It was also his endless sorrow!

In front of the four tombstones, he stood up in the wind and snow tornado.

The moment he stood up, the tornado exploded, and the sword light and the shadows of the sky and the earth all the wind and snow were silent in the void.

Luo Changfeng looked at his senior brother lying in front of the tombstone, lifted up his front palette and knelt down on his knees.

"Senior brother, please leave!"

Luo Changfeng bowed farewell to his senior brother.

Everything that was still in the Forgetful River bowed down as he bowed his head.

...

evening.

The enrollment assessment of Bodhi Academy in full swing has finally ended for half of it.

Young students from all over the world, sleep and camp with their families, or return to the inn in the city. In the starry night, the busy academy rarely ushers in a short tranquility.

An Hongdou went up the mountain.

In fact, Luo Changfeng has never come out since he entered the Forgetful River, which makes Jiang Manlou and others extremely worried.

After the questioning of the corresponding sky, Jiang Manlou and Li Xingyun and his ten-son companions learned that it was not too long since the master's uncle Huang Fu Yi!

Perhaps as a college student, out of respect for Wuxiang Daozong, they did not dare to break into the Forgetful River without authorization.

Then he informed An Hongdou in Tianxiang Pavilion of the news.

So, the worry-filled red dress brought his sword to the purple bamboo forest.

Taking a bamboo raft into the Wind and Snowy River, An Hongdou walked towards the quiet courtyard. He searched for each room and after lighting the candle, Luo Changfeng was still not seen.

She was a little anxious and released her soul's perception, and finally noticed Luo Changfeng's breath on the top of the snow-capped mountain behind the courtyard.