Jiang Xi didn't say a word. Xue Meng didn't speak either.
After a long time, Jiang Xi had a gloomy face, and said bluntly with an extremely uncomfortable expression: "Since you have heard it all, I don't need to say it."
""
"You go to settle the funeral, according to the rules of death and life." Jiang Xi turned his eyes away, he didn't even want to look at Xue Meng again, "Your mother left me alone. I will wait for you at the foot of the mountain."
Xue Meng moved, but only moved meaninglessly.
The blood in his whole body seemed to be emptied, and just two or three movements of his finger joints exhausted all his strength.
Xue Meng looked straight at the deep Danxin Hall. The bloodstains on the carpet were no longer so clear against the background of the flames, but Xue Zhengyi was still lying on the ground. When he is not smiling, his face looks a little old, his wrinkles are very prominent, and his temples have already grown gray hair.
However, Jiang Xi only looks less than thirty years old, always in the prime of life.
Xue Meng took a few steps forward slowly, then stopped.
"Let's go."
Jiang Xi turned around and saw Xue Meng's lonely back.
Xue Meng said: "I don't recognize you, you are not my father."
After finishing speaking, he slammed the door of the temple behind his backhand. After a while, Jiang Xi heard Xue Meng's hoarse mourning and intermittent crying from inside, piercing his heart.
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Jiang Xi stood in the cold wind for a long time until his hands and feet were cold, and then slowly walked down the mountain.
At the foot of the mountain, a group of monks were afraid of the phoenix fire, and most of them dispersed. Only a few disciples remained in Taxue Palace, among them was Mei Hanxue.
Seeing Jiang Xi coming out, following etiquette, these juniors from the Snow Palace bowed their eyes to him, and whispered: "Master Jiang."
Jiang Xi felt that the muscles on his face were stiff. He pursed his lips, his brown pupils turned, and landed on Mei Hanxue, the leader: "Are you still leaving?"
Mei Hanxue said gently and coldly: "Wait for an old friend."
Jiang Xi understood who he was referring to, and said, "He won't be able to come down for a while."
Mei Hanxue said: "I will wait for a while, and I will wait for three or four days. There is nothing left and right, so I will stay here." He paused, and continued, "In addition, the head of Jiang. The palace master has something to say , let me bring it to you."
Full of irritability and no way to vent, Jiang Xi suppressed and asked: "What?"
Mei Hanxue made a gift: "The palace master decided not to blindly follow the god's heir, Tianyin Pavilion, nor to cooperate with the sects of the upper realm. The head of Jiang is the head of the immortal sects. From now on, he will draw up tickets and act. You don't have to think about me stepping into the Snow Palace anymore."
Jiang Xi was silent for a while, with no expression on his face: "Are you planning to be independent from the fairy sects?"
"It's terrible to be alone and helpless." Mei Hanxue's eyes are still full of spring, with a smile, but her expression is a little cold, "However, blind obedience and so-called god belief are the most undesirable things."
Jiang Xi stared at him.
He felt angry for no reason, he felt stuffy, and his teeth felt cold.
In the past, when he saw Nangong Liu sitting in this position, he only felt that many of Nangong Liu's decisions were ridiculous. But when he really got to this point, he realized that many things were beyond his control.
Is it his intention to deal with Mo Ran?
Is it true that he blindly listens to Tianyin Pavilion?
This time, he tried his best to dissuade him from crusade against the peak of death and life, but all the sects refuted him. He is the head of all immortals, so what can he do in the end? In the past, he could lead Gu Yueye to stay out of the matter and have his own attitude. But when he stepped up to the position of honor, when Gu Yueye became the number one faction in the world, he found that he had nowhere to go back to the world.
After all, he will become the next Nangong Liu.
Jiang Xi closed his eyes and walked away without saying a word. Mei Hanxue knew the book and saluted him, so she made another salute behind him, and said lightly: "Send the head of Jiang respectfully, see you again in the world."
He didn't respond, he was dressed in a green robe embroidered with dark patterns of gold thread, and walked towards the distance without looking back.
In the past, he ascended the throne in Lingshan, replacing Nangong Liu in the glory of yesterday, and the applause from below was loud and jubilant. At that time, he thought that he would be different from his predecessor, that he could change the sun, the moon and the world by himself. At that time, he was ambitious, passionate, and ambitious.
But at this moment he understood.
It turned out that the applause that day was not welcoming a talented fairy head. It's a funeral for a free soul.
From then on, the rivers and lakes are far away and the world is vast. It is easy to meet Lord Jiang, but it is hard to find Jiang Xi.
After Xue Meng buried his parents, he never left the pinnacle of life and death. Then the fire went out,Either kind of possibility made him irritable, and there was a shadowy uneasiness in Shi Mei's heart. He turned around and walked to the back room.
Mu Yanli asked worriedly: "Where are you going?"
"Go and see the situation on Ta Xianjun's side." Shi Mei paused, "Think of a way to let him wake up earlier. When he wakes up, the door of time and space life and death can be opened again-no one can stop it We are."
Slender fingers caressed the runes of Tianyin Pavilion, and the secret room opened with a bang. Shi Mo stepped down the long steps, along the aisle engraved with exquisite ancient charms, passed through the three gate card barriers, and came to the deepest part of the stone chamber.
There is ice all over the ground, mist is pervasive, and a piece of jade is inlaid on the blue-gray vault, which is flowing with holy light. Under this piece of jade, there is a crystal coffin that is glowing with air-conditioning. Shi Mo stopped in front of the coffin, lowered his head, and looked at the man lying in his clothes inside.
"Ta Xiandijun Mo Weiyu" He said in a deep voice, his eyes fell on the light array on the man's chest, "I've been asleep for a long time, should you wake up?"
His words obviously had no effect, Ta Xianjun still had his eyes closed and his lips were bloodless.
"The spiritual flow is so disordered." Shi Mo put his hand on Ta Xianjun's forehead, and after careful perception, he stared at the handsome and upright face thoughtfully, "Are you having a nightmare?"
People who are in a coma will naturally not answer him.
Shi Mo stroked the broken hair on his forehead, his expression was very gentle, as if he was looking at an unworldly weapon that was about to be cast, he said slowly: "Although what you took was your own spiritual core, but the spiritual core This kind of thing is closely related to the heart, and when it is integrated, it will make you feel uncomfortable."
His voice was bewitching, casting a spell to hypnotize the will.
"Ta Xianjun, no matter what you dream, don't believe it, it's all fakeCome on, wake up. When you wake up, you can get everything."
The body leaned down, almost touching the ears, extremely soft and seductive.
"Whether Shi Mingjing, Chu Wanning, or even your mother will come back."
"Wake up quickly." He murmured to the emperor in his dream, "I'll wait for you." (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com