Ning Yi did not attend Xu Zang's funeral.

The rain was getting heavier, and he held an umbrella and walked along the opposite mountain road from Pei Fan to leave Xiaoshuang Mountain from another path.

Ning Yi knew very well that today's funeral was not a funeral at all.

He could vaguely hear the other side of the mountain, and some people's laughter came.

If a person dies, he will still leave some things in this world. If he is a swordsman, he may leave his favorite sword weapon. If he is a scholar, he may leave some books and manuscripts... Even ordinary people who are unknown will leave traces of their own past.

Xu Zang has been to this world, and he has left more than just a sword.

Some people hate it, some people like it, this is a kind of inheritance of emotions... Maybe it will be left for many years and will not be exhausted. This is what a person leaves to this world, memory, and some people will remember him, so even if he dies... it can be regarded as a different way of rebirth.

This is what Lord Qianshou said, and it is a kind of comfort.

Ning Yi wrote it down, but he didn't agree. In his heart, the night when Xu Zang asked himself to hug Xixue and go to Xiaowuliang Mountain, the man left a certain indelible spirit. The people attending these funerals could not see, the senior sister Qianshou could not see, Qi Su and Wen Tao could not see... Even the girl closest to him could not see.

This is what Xu Zang wants to see.

Ning Yi did not attend Xu Zang's funeral because he felt that Xu Zang was not dead.

Anyone who saw the pale and silent face of the man in the coffin believed in this.

Ning Yi was afraid of his suspicion.

He was afraid that he would shake himself...so he simply didn't look, listen, or think.

The girl was quiet and didn't say anything. She was with Ning Yi, huddled under the umbrella. She could feel that Ning Yi's mood was very abnormal today. Today is Xu Zang's funeral. The practitioners of Shushan are inevitably sad. Over the past year, Xu Zang and Mr. Zhao Rui's coffins have been sealed on Xiaoshuang Mountain. Pei Fan actually thought about attending the funeral today... But when she heard the faint laughter, she suddenly felt that Ning Yi's choice was very correct at this moment.

But Ning Yi hid the sadness very well. He walked very slowly. The frost bamboos on both sides of the mountain road shaking, and the rain wet the mountain road. The path was slippery and not easy to walk. Ning Yi did not look at the mangosteen on both sides. He looked ahead, looked nothing, and listened nothing... In Pei Fan, he looked like a dazed dementia.

Just move forward like this.

Pei Fan frowned and watched Ning Yi's eyes gradually rejuvenate. She could feel the changes in the stars around her... It seemed that there was something urgent to call.

She saw the bone flute hanging in front of Ning Yi's neck, trembling and pounding through her clothes.

Ning Yi took Pei Fan to the entrance of a canyon. The depths of Shu Mountain seemed to be cut open with one piece of cake, cutting the entire mountain in half, and a line of sky-highness, a faint cold wind blew out.

The two of them stood at the entrance, holding an umbrella, which became a burden. The heavy rain in the sky was blocked by the thick mountains, but the wind was very strong, and it blew violently from the other end of the sky, and Pei Fan's robe was blown backwards.

A hanging talisman swayed in the void in the wind, looking weak.

She seemed to understand why Ning Yi was restless recently and left Xiaoshuang Mountain in the middle of the night.

The young man with dry lips raised his eyebrows and wanted to stretch out his hand to touch the order.

Then he suddenly came to his senses.

Ning Yi was facing a great enemy, holding the handle of the umbrella tightly, and his mind returned to peace. Looking at Pei Fan, who was confused and confused by his side, the scene of leaving Xiaoshuangshan here appeared one by one, like a devilish and madman.

Pei Fan looked at himself and asked word by word: "Is this, the back mountain?"

Ning Yi had already sweated coldly on his forehead. He carefully recalled his behavior after picking up the umbrella, like sleepwalking, and the bone flute was calling for him to come here.

This is true every day.

Every day I will come to the back mountain unknowingly, which is actually a very terrifying thing.

When Ning Yi was about to touch the order, the soul sea would return to peace and leave him the power to choose independently.

Ning Yi took a deep breath.

He looked at Pei Fan and did not choose to hide it, but said seriously.

“This is the back mountain.”

"I want to go in."

......

......

It is very lively inside the gate of Shushan.

Most people gathered in Xiaoshuang Mountain. Xu Zang's coffin was unveiled. They would gather in front of the coffin for a long time. The whole day was the so-called "funeral" of Shushan. During this day, the coffin was unveiled and visitors visited. Shushan would prove to all the doubters and the forces behind Shushan's uncle Xu Zang...is dead.

The giant star with a thousand-handed mind was sitting cross-legged beside the black coffin, silently enduring the punishment of Mr. Zhao Rui's order. Under the pressure of thunder, he placed one hand on Xu Zang's coffin to prevent anyone from taking action to destroy it.

The woman in black robe from Bailu Cave Academy, with red eyes, silently stepped forward and put a handful of small white flowers, and left the place without looking back. The wind in Xiaoshuang Mountain was very strong. After the woman left, the strong wind blew the white flowers placed in front of Xu Zang's coffin to spread all over the sky. It didn't look sad, but with a deserted and murderous sense.

Pope Chen Yi sighed softly and left the crowd. Zhou You did not leave with him, but still maintained a solemn gaze. After the woman in Bailu Cave Academy left, he was the only solemn person. Most of the robed Taoists listened to Chen Yi's orders and stayed here to replace the Pope, and mourned the dead Xu Zang in silence and mourning.

Behind Chen Yi, two mahogany Taoists, one holding a black umbrella on the left and the other on the right, leaving the gloomy rain curtain.

"Xu Zang from Shushan is a heartbreaking figure."

Chen Yi walked under the umbrella and said softly: "A person like this should not die like this... But the truth is so cruel. The soul sea and body have been wiped out, and they are even more dead than the dead."

Chen Yi had a complex and difficult-to-understand spirit in his eyes. Two umbrella-carrying Taoists did not dare to respond. The three of them walked out of Xiaoshuang Mountain, and the white wooden carriage and the entourage were waiting outside.

The young pope waved his hand and said softly: "This is the territory of Shushan. We are guests. It is not convenient to travel like this... It's still early now, I want to leave."

The two men with umbrellas with umbrellas looked a little hesitant, and they looked at each other and saw each other's thoughts.

So one man said softly and firmly: "Pope...this is a violation of the regulations."

Chen Yi had known that there would be such a set of rhetoric. He smiled gently and said, "The regulations are determined by people. I am tired of taking a carriage and want to walk to some places... Can't I?"

The ma-robed Taoist took the words and said carefully: "The Pope is willing to walk, and should wait for us to be together and then follow the protection. As long as the Pope wants to go, then... you can go anywhere in the Sui world."

Chen Yi looked at the beautiful face in the robe. The one who held an umbrella for him was a pretty young woman. She could not tell her age and figure in the robe. She only felt that under her body, there was the same soul.

He sighed softly and said, "The Thousand Hands of Shushan is the most sensible practitioner in the world of Sui Dynasty... Now, Xu Zang's funeral is full of masters in the four realms. Who can hide Thousand Hands? Who dares to take this risk?"

The girl in the robe said softly: "Pope, for safety, please wait a moment... I will call Mr. Zhou You here."

Chen Yi nodded, so the mahjong Taoist quickly left with an umbrella, waiting outside the white wooden carriage, the pure white horse sniffed and stepped on the horse's hooves impatiently.

"Let's go."

Another robe Taoist could not believe his ears. He looked at Chen Yi and heard the Pope say in a firm tone: "This is my order."

Chen Yi walked out of the umbrella, carried the white robe, and stepped out of a small puddle. The mahogany who had been stunned for a moment quickly raised the umbrella to follow him to prevent the noble Pope from being wet by the rain. He said anxiously: "Pope... please wait for a moment... please... please stop."

Chen Yi raised his eyebrows and did not stop moving forward. He said a little coldly: "Mr. Zhou You gave up his practice and accompanied me on a trip. He did not want to be my servant, but wanted to attend this funeral... Don't disturb Mr. Zhou You, I just wanted to go out for a walk. In addition, don't tell me the rules, I don't like such words."

The Taoist robe gritted his teeth and swallowed the words "rules" in his mouth.

"The Qianshou's soul sea covers Shushan, it's very safe here... I just want to see the scenery here." Chen Yi's slightly cold speech just now obviously calmed down the ma-robed Taoist. He said softly: "Don't worry, accompany me out for a walk."

Chen Yi looked at the fog in Shushan, and the outline of the mountain appeared and disappeared. The mahjong Taoist beside him was carefully holding an umbrella, and his whole body was soaked, so he didn't dare to let Chen Yi get drizzled. The Pope was very fast, and he seemed to really want to see the scenery of Shushan.

I have to say... This thousand-year holy land is indeed a very beautiful place.

The mountains are swaying and the crowds are sparse, and the birds are occasionally singing, which is deserted and solemn, and is not as popular as the world.

The Taoist robe suddenly was stunned. He felt the rain getting smaller... but that was not the case. His eyes were gathered on the Pope, busy handing the umbrella along the way. Only at this moment did he realize that there was a huge mountain in front of him.

Covered all the raindrops.

In the distance, you can see the outline of the mountain, which is in half, as if it is natural and incredible.

The Taoist whispered softly: "This is... the back mountain of Shushan?"

Chen Yi smiled, and he heard a strange and vague voice.

"Yes."

The voice was filled with a hint of coldness, and was ruthless and ruthless, hidden in the mist behind him.

The young pope turned around in a daze and saw a shadow hitting it. The moment the robe Taoist had no time to react, he tore the entire robe to pieces.

No sound, scream, scream, or even.

The shadow of the canyon enveloped the land, and the umbrella that had no effect of covering the rain fell to the ground with a jingle.

Chen Yi stared at the shadow that was walking out of the fog and threw the Taoist robe to the ground with no sound.

The young pope took a deep breath, and the panic and doubt in his mind were all left behind at this moment.

He looked solemn and asked word by word: "Do you know who I am?"
Chapter completed!