Looking at Gongsun Yun's sad back, Bai Xiaochun finally did not tell him the truth. He really couldn't speak, so it was difficult for him to tell. Gongsun Wan'er was actually dead when she was in the Abyss of the Sword.

After that, the sister Gongsun Yun saw was the strange little girl wearing Gongsun Wan'er's body. The truth was too cruel. Bai Xiaochun couldn't bear to let Gongsun Yun take such a blow.

Instead of doing this, it is better to give him a decisive answer. In this answer, Gongsun Wan'er was portrayed as a hero who died in order to save people by Bai Xiaochun's words.

Although there were many loopholes in this statement and Gongsun Yun seemed to have noticed it, he did not ask, nor did he want to ask... Bai Xiaochun's previous desire to speak had already explained the problem.

"Sister, are you really you in the sect before..." Gongsun Yun always hid this sentence in his heart, and many times, he deliberately did not think about the truth...

Until Gongsun Yun left, Bai Xiaochun was in a heavy mood. He didn't like such emotions. He yearned for happiness and beauty, but as he grew up and along the way, such emotions still appeared in his mind again and again.

The previous times were slowly buried in his heart for various reasons, but now this time, the cemetery kept popping up in his mind. Zhou Xinqi's figure and familiar faces could not be dispersed in his memory.

As a feeling of sadness gradually spread in his heart, the ancestor of Lingxi, now the Nihe Sect, even more hopeful than the ancestor of Xuexi, walked silently towards Bai Xiaochun from afar.

He noticed the sadness revealed in Bai Xiaochun's spiritual fluctuations. He knew Bai Xiaochun very well. Although he was not as good as Li Qinghou, he was watching Bai Xiaochun grow up step by step within the sect after all.

Gradually, he came to Bai Xiaochun and did not disturb Bai Xiaochun who was trapped in depression. Instead, he accompanied him and stood there, looking at the direction of the Nihe Sect cemetery.

After a long time, the ancestor Lingxi spoke hoarsely, and his voice echoed in Bai Xiaochun's ears with aging.

"Xiao Chun, look around... look at our sect, can you tell what the difference is..."

Bai Xiaochun had known about the arrival of the ancestor Lingxi, but he was in a low mood. He heard this and looked up at the surroundings.

There are still bursts of noises echoing throughout the mountain gate, and various restoration work is also in full swing. Not to mention that the entire sect is changing all the time, but if you look closely, you can also notice that everything in the mountain gate is slowly recovering. It will not take long. With so many people working together, the entire Nihe Sect will regain vitality.

Those captured disciples of the three sects will also become an important bargaining chip for Nihe Sect. Whether they are integrated into the sect or exchanged with the three sects, they can make Nihe Sect itself stronger several times.

"Do you know why all the disciples are working so hard and so persistent... because this is not only their sect, but also their home!"

"Whether Lingxi Sect or Nihe Sect, what we always adhere to is... the disciple's fortune belongs to themselves, and the tolerance of the sect is like everything. As long as all the sects have enough trust and recognition for the sect, then... they will regard the sect as their own home!"

"In fact, the sect is... our home." The ancestor Lingxi said softly. He was very old and had existed for too long. If he had not relied on the secret technique, he would have fallen long ago. Even if there was a secret technique, it might be because of the storm of Nihe Sect over the years that made him wrinkle more on his face and look extremely old.

After seeing all this, Bai Xiaochun felt a little relieved after hearing it, but he had a knot in his heart and gradually withdrew his gaze and looked at the ancestor Lingxi.

"Old ancestor, we monks... aren't practicing for immortality? Why do we have to fight and kill, and only when we live can we have hope. Once we die... what's the point..." This knot in my heart has been buried deep in Bai Xiaochun's heart for many years. At this moment, he finally asked in this low point.

This question is very deep. Even the ancestor Lingxi was silent and could not give Bai Xiaochun the answer immediately. He stood there silent for a long time, his expression became even more vicissitudes. When he looked at Bai Xiaochun, his eyes were gentle and a little distressed.

He felt sorry for this best disciple of the Lingxi lineage, because he knew that Bai Xiaochun had the dream of immortality from the first day he entered the mountain gate.

He felt even more sorry for this disciple who had the dream of immortality and was very afraid of death. After walking step by step, after experiencing this cruel world of cultivation, he still had such persistence and a innocent heart. He understood that this was too difficult.

"Xiao Chun..." The ancestor Lingxi spoke softly.

"When people live, they do have hope, but after they die, they are still ideals!"

"I don't dare to say anything else, but all the disciples who died in battle in this cemetery... they all died for the Tao in their hearts!"

"What is Tao?" Bai Xiaochun was a little confused. He had encountered this question on the rainbow of the Starry Sky Dao Ji Sect back then, but he never had any answers. He just vaguely felt that his Tao... just wanted to live forever.

"The word Tao is too profound, no one can tell it clearly... I just lived too long and slowly gained my own experience..."

"The Tao is obsession. Are those heroes who died in battle afraid of death? Isn't their obsession immortal? But the sect is their home. In order to protect their families and protect their homes, they are willing to sacrifice and keep their obsession in their hearts. Even if they have regrets, they still choose to protect them to the death!"

"Not to mention them, even I am a man, I am ready this time. Everyone can leave, but I cannot leave. The moment when the sect is destroyed, it is the time when I fall!"

"For example, you... Xiaochun, why did you choose to go back to save people in the Luochen Mountains? Don't you know that once you look back, you will most likely die?"

"There is another time, if the enemy is not three celestial beings, but three demigods... will you still come back, or will you not dare to approach, watch us die and run away alone?"

These words made Bai Xiaochun feel a sudden shock in his heart and his expression changed. He had never thought about this question before, nor had he answered it. He really knew that the moment when the sect was in crisis, his mind was blank. He could not watch the sect fall into extinction, but he did not dare to step forward.

Bai Xiaochun's mind was even more ups and downs at this moment. He vaguely understood that although his obsession was immortality... But he lived in this world, and had too many concerns and too many things that he could not give up. Even if he didn't want to fight and kill, he was powerless to shake the laws of this world.

When his relatives, his own sect, and his home are in danger, no matter how strong his obsession is, he must make choices and make choices!

And this choice...is what he is willing to do!

"As for life and death..." The voice of the ancestor Lingxi contained time, as if his life spans were used to describe life and death, revealing a certain true meaning.

"Sometimes, you are alive... but in the eyes of others, you are dead..."

"Sometimes, you are dead, but in the hearts of others, you are still alive... Zhou Xinqi has died, but in Shangguan Tianyou's heart, she will always be there!

Although the big black dog died, it will last forever in Bei Hanlie's heart!”

"Look at the names on the tombstones, Xiaochun, they have died in battle. It can be reversed in the He Sect. Who can forget them from top to bottom? Who dares to forget them?!" The ancestor Lingxi said firmly, like a series of thunders carrying the sound of the Tao, constantly falling into Bai Xiaochun's mind, making his body tremble, and his heart suddenly seemed to be stretched open. His thoughts that were unclear in the past were also truly clear at this moment.

His face changed awesomely, and his eyes showed enlightenment. These words mean too much to him, which made him understand life and death, choose and trade-offs, and understand... obsession!

Although the sadness in his heart still exists, it has settled down and was replaced by a strong respect. This respect becomes stronger and stronger. Until Bai Xiaochun's whole body and mind is filled, he raised his head and clasped his fists in the direction of the cemetery... He bowed deeply and could not get up for a long time!

"Old ancestor, I understand..." Bai Xiaochun murmured. This worship was to worship all those who died in battle, to worship their sacrifice, to worship their fearlessness, and to worship...their heroic souls!

The sect is here, even if it is thousands of years, these people who died in battle... will still live in the hearts of subsequent disciples and last forever!

They died in heaven and earth, but lived in the years!
Chapter completed!