When the snow palace was swelling, the snow that had not stopped for many years was still falling.

The crystal-clear and slender fingers paused. Wei Shu Daojun brushed a piece of white sleeve, twisted a white chess piece and gently tapped it on the chessboard.

A crisp sound like a golden jade fight, Huang Yan, the fifth disciple opposite the board, couldn't help but smile bitterly: "Master, I lost again."

"How can you become a chess if you are not calm? Let's go here today. A competition for external disciples is held in a few days. You can go and have a look." Wei Shu Daojun ordered his disciples to find some good seedlings to cultivate them.

Huang Yan stood up respectfully and slowly retreated. When he walked past the door, he turned around and showed a bit of solemnity on his face.

He remembered the scene when he was facing his master just now. The other party was covered in snow-white and his silver hair was flying in the snow without restraint, without any dust, like a fairy in the sky. However, facing the indifferent expression and cold eyes, people could see a few traces of sadness from the vagueness.

That day, the master informed his disciples that he had found his Taoist partner and took the opportunity to teach his disciples. Finally, he asked him to stay alone. Before he could speak, he suddenly vomited blood, and his whole body was as painful as if he was possessed by the devil.

It was a pain that penetrated the soul. People like Weishu Daojun could not control it. They turned their heads white in an instant, and their black hair turned into snow in an instant. The purple mansion world was seriously injured and they immediately went to seclusion to heal their wounds.

Later, they learned that the inexplicably missing Sang was broken at that time and the life fire disappeared. From then on, the Bingpo Peak lineage was silent.

No matter who Sang is or whether he is scattered, they will continue to search for it.

"Fifth Junior Brother, how about Master?"

A question interrupted Huang Yan's thoughts. He turned his head and saw that the always-fierce second senior sister Yun Guanyue was rolling up the corner of her clothes, hesitating, as if she was worried.

Huang Yan stopped, stood on the steps, and asked, "Senior Sister, are you in trouble? Master is free today, just go and pay a visit."

Yun Guanyue bit her lip, feeling a little embarrassed, then waved her hand and quietly sent a message: "I heard that someone has torn up the list and offered a reward and is coming to the Immortal Sect."

Huang Yan looked unhappy: "It's not like this before. They are all scammers. Just find someone to send me a pass. Let's not bother Master with these."

"Senior sister knows, but this time I heard that the two demon cultivators were taking the list." Yun Guanyue said, "Now, the two wells of the righteous and demons do not interfere with the river, and they will not hit the right wind."

"Is there really news about Miss Sang?" Huang Yan hesitated. After all, after his master came out of seclusion, he surely told everyone that Sang's soul was fine and still existed in a corner of the world.

Yun Guanyue nodded: "I think so too, so I'm going to tell my master."

"Wait." Huang Yan stopped her, "It's not known whether the news is true or not, so we might as well take a look first. If..."

"Junior brother is right, okay, let's hide it from the master for the time being, and then make plans after seeing the two demon cultivators who are fighting the list." Yun Guanyue said with relief. Sang seemed to have become a kind of sorrow and must not be mentioned in front of the master. She rushed to contact the other brothers.

Every grass and a tree in the peak was in the eyes of Weishu Daojun, and the sneaky actions of the two apprentices were no exception.

Weishu Daojun waved his sleeve and brushed away the chessboard in front of him, stood up suddenly, with silver thread flying. He couldn't wait to find Sang, but it was definitely not what everyone thought, but...

He looked up at the snow falling in the sky, reached out to catch a snowflake, as if he was shaking his eyes. For a moment, his hand was a little more crystal clear than the snowflakes.

"What is the connection?" Wei Shu Daojun couldn't help but think of the sudden pain that day, as if his soul was burning on the fire, vaguely but so heart-wrenching that he could not break free.

Unexpectedly, he could not figure out the future. Weishu Daojun slowly closed his eyes, and his body slowly dissipated and merged into the snowflakes.

Those who were eagerly paying attention to Sang Trace were not only the people who looked for her, but also the people who persecuted her at the time.

When Li Yanran learned that there might be news about Sang, she was shocked and suddenly stood up and overturned the jade couch in front of her, with wine and fruits sprinkled all over the floor.

"Impossible, how could she be alive? Impossible!"

Li Jinzhi, who was accompanying her, was frightened and quickly comforted her: "Aunt, this is just news. Maybe she knows how she has died without a complete body. After all, the one who takes the list is the demon cultivator."

Li Yanran lowered her face: "I believe my sister has never failed to take action, but my heart is so uneasy. Wei Shu has become like that for her. Even if there is a trace of news, it will cause trouble again. I am very unwilling to accept it."

Li Jinzhi was a little confused: "Aunt, why bother you like this? Daojun won't like you at all."

"I know, I know, but it doesn't matter if he likes me or not, he just doesn't like other people." Li Yanran suddenly reached out to cover her face, "But why did he suddenly fall in love with an ordinary junior? What's the good thing about Sang? I can't compare to her at any point, why?"

"She deserves to die, this is her fate, but..." Li Yanran put down her hand, her eyes full of resentment, and she gritted her teeth, "She is obviously dead and her soul is gone. Why is she still alive and worried? I hate her, I hate all the people related to it."

"As long as she doesn't show up, I'm willing to keep looking at him like this, even if he suddenly wants other Taoist couples, but it just can't be her!"

"As long as Wei Shu no longer sees her and listens to her, he will no longer think of her. After a thousand years, all the strong emotions will fade away. Only I am still by his side, and then he will notice me."

Li Jinzhi felt inexplicably heartbroken, but the bystander was clear, so she still had to say: "Aunt, I think that the Taoist Lord Weishu might have ascended to the point at that time."

"Shut up!" Li Yanran roared angrily and beat Li Jinzhi out with a palm.

Li Jinzhi rolled out in a mess, shy and annoyed, and a few traces of hatred that had faded towards Sang came out again.

It’s all because of Sang. If it weren’t for her, my aunt wouldn’t have gone crazy.

In addition, the entire Immortal Sect hates Sang Ke more than she.

Ten years ago, when everyone saw the Taoist King Weishu with black hair turned into silver snow at the ceremony of the sect that was about to be prepared to delay and delay, everyone was surprised and sad.

That is their example of practicing in their hearts. How could he be sad and gray all night for a mere woman?

Li Jinzhi thought to himself that no matter what news the two demon cultivators brought, they would not be allowed to appear in the Immortal Sect, so as not to taint everyone's ears.

For the sake of profit, emotion and even curiosity, all parties turned their attention to the two upcoming demon cultivators.

Not only them, but even the new disciples were ready to take the lead in the outer sect ceremony so as to enter the inner sect to see the legendary monks in the sect, especially the white-haired master who first met when he entered the sect, he was really as handsome as an immortal.
Chapter completed!