At the Great Snow Mountain and the Seven-Character Sect General Hall, there was chaos, and there were people who were surrounded by Western Regions.

These small countries have complex names and weak power. They are full of countries, but most of them are difficult to get out even a thousand soldiers. This is unimaginable in Middle-earth.

But it is normal to be placed in the chaotic Western Regions.

Those horse thieves who crisscross the desert and the slightly larger gangs will not take these small countries seriously, and every change in the Western Regions will have more than ten effects that will be submerged in the dust.

One by one, they were not even second-rate sects in the Central Plains able to fight. This time they joined forces with the Qijue Sect to rebel against the mountain, and they took advantage of the internal strife of the Qijue Sect and their power was weak enough to dare to do this dangerous thing.

It's like a gamble.

If you win the bet, you can get the secret to life and death contracts for creating demon soldiers and make a lot of money.

If you lose the bet, then you lose.

Anyway, in the Western Regions, the Darwinian jungle where the strong prey on the weak, the consequences of not becoming stronger or not being covered with thighs are just the difference between dying early and dying late.

However, the defenders of the Seven Quake Sect General Hall, who were already in danger a few days ago, seemed to collapse at any time, were unpredictable today.

The explorers from all sides riding camels and variegated horses at the foot of the mountain kept rewarding, and the road to the mountain gate was no longer defended. A few days ago, the Seven Quatrains who were guarding the headquarters also retreated to the headquarters.

It's like giving up.

It seems that I have seen the situation clearly and wanted to reunite my strength and make my last try.

The complicated forces at the foot of the mountain held a brief meeting.

Everyone agreed that now was the best time to rush into the mountain gate to rob, so they started a noisy army, mixed together, fighting for each other, rushing towards the Qijue Sect Headquarters.

I was afraid that I would rush to the end and all the good things would be snatched away by others.

At this time, in the valley halfway up the mountain, behind Zhangjia Manor, this mountain wall faces north and south, with a very good scenery. Standing here, you can enjoy the beautiful scenery of the wind and snow in the Tianshan Mountains.

This place is actually a bitter and cold place.

However, the ancestors of the Zhang family chose a good ancestral land. The wind from all sides was blocked by the surrounding mountains, making this valley located in the mountains, but it was more pleasant to have a warmer temperature.

If you can walk a hundred miles further out, it will be a landscape covered with snow.

The stone wall of this valley is where the Zhang family’s ancestral tomb is located. There is a solemn and solemn cemetery where the Zhang family’s ancestors were buried.

The nearest tomb here is the tomb of Feng Yuhan, the mother of Zhang Chu and Zhang Lan, and Zhang Moye's beloved wife.

"Mom, my child is unfilial and has not come back to see you for many years."

Zhang Lan, wearing white clothes, knelt in front of Feng Yuhan's tomb, with candles lit on both sides of the tombstone, and on the monument, there was also a tribute written by Zhang Moye himself.

The words are so earnest, the affection is full of the pain of separation from life and death.

Zhang Lan knows the story of her father and mother.

When my father got the fate of Jianyu Xian, he did not have a smooth journey back to the Western Regions. He was plotted against by his own people in the sect and almost died. It was his mother who fought for the crisis of death and rescued his father.

This is why there are a series of legends that followed Zhang Moye's rampant world.

My parents lived up to the same joys and sorrows, experienced troughs together, fled together, and depended on each other. In that period of suffering, they created a love that was stronger than gold.

That is also the love that Zhang Lan longs for.

Fortunately, now there is Xuanyu by his side. Although his love is different from his parents, he will at least end with a happy ending.

In fact, Zhang Lan does not have a deep memory of her mother.

After all, when Feng Yuhan died, he had just remembered it, but his impression was vague, and he felt that his mother seemed to have some characteristics of Western Regions. Zhang Chu's pair of different pupils came from his mother's bloodline inheritance.

Unfortunately, he did not inherit much from his mother, but his strange and unconventional personality of being extremely tolerant of women is indeed part of the reason, all of which come from his mother.

Perhaps it was because he saw his mother being tortured by illness when he was a child that made him so compassionate to women.

"The boy is really unfilial."

Zhang Lan lit paper money in front of her mother's tomb, burning it while saying:

"I have been traveling for a long time. I finally came back, but what I brought back was my brother's ashes. I know that if you are still here, you will definitely be heartbroken when you hear about this.

You definitely won't want to see that the eldest brother died thousands of miles away.

But mother, I tried it.

I've really tried it, and many people have tried it like me.

We try to save him, let him live a peaceful life and live safely until he grows old.

But he doesn't want to live anymore.

What can we do?"

Zhang Lan's tone was a little sad. He stopped and said:

"But fortunately, the child has made some friends over the years. He has the ability to save his elder brother's soul, throw him into a martial arts realm, and guard the evil disasters on earth. He does what his father does now.

Even if it is to atone for the wrong and evil things he did for him, it is also to be his last footprint in this world as the direct inheritor of the Zhang family.

Mother, you don’t have to worry too much about him.

That man has been competitive, mental and capable since he was a child. Even if he reaches that Martial Realm, he will definitely not suffer any losses. He will probably have to make another storm."

The paper money in his hand was burned into ashes in the fire, and Zhang Lan breathed a sigh of relief.

He turned his head and looked at the grave next to the grave. There was a group of Qi Juemen, holding shovels and digging a tomb pit there. It was prepared for Zhang Chu.

Before he died, he said that he wanted to be buried beside his mother.

This wish must be satisfied.

And these seven saints have been fighting for many days, and they are exhausted and injured. It is really uncomfortable to do strength work.

But beside them, You Wuming was holding a shaking knife in his arms, holding an urn in his arms, watching them.

The young man's eyes were calm and without murderous intention, but they shocked the Seven-Secret Sect members as if they were cold.

You Wuming has a bad reputation in the outside world, but your reputation in the Seven Quarter Sect is even more terrifying. When Zhang Chu was there, You Wuming was responsible for executing the traitors.

No matter how far the traitor flees, he cannot escape the young man's deathly knife.

Although I have changed the knife in my hand now, it is not as weird as Kuei, but it is domineering and cruel, but it is no less than Kuei.

If the previous magic sword was a poisonous snake with blood-thrust, then the sword now is a colorful tiger.

Each has its own momentum, but it is equally fatal.

They dare not stop.

Whether this mountain gate can be kept and whether he can escape will depend on whether the second young master gives them this opportunity. In the face of death, everyone can burst out with the greatest force.

On the other side of Zhang Lan, Yang Beihan was sitting in a wheelchair with blankets on his legs, just like an old man hanging down.

But his soul has been completely completed in his body.

All weakness has been wiped out. Although the true energy in the body has dissipated, the body and soul are now united, and the many secret techniques that the soul has practiced in the martial arts realm make this old man never look good.

Yang Beihan was taken from Luoyang by Bai Ling'er before. He already knew what he would do when he returned to the Western Regions, and he was willing to do it. He also had feelings for the Seven Quarter Sect.

He couldn't bear to see the foundation left by the old sect leader and he would just go on like this.

"You're not eating?"

Zhang Lan, who stood up, dusted the dust on her body and said quietly.

The sound was not loud, but when the Qijue Sect members who were digging a grave pit heard this, their speed immediately accelerated a little bit, which made Zhang Lan feel a little satisfied.

He put his eyes back on the tombstone in front of him, and his eyes became gentle. He stroked the tombstone and said to his mother who was separated by Yin and Yang:

"Also, mother and father, he is already with Mrs. Tongtang. I know, there may have happened between you three that we juniors don't know.

But now my father is not alone, and there is also a wife taking care of his life. I think my wife is really in love with her father and I want to give everything to her.

If you see this scene in the nine fountains, you will feel a little disappointed in your heart.”

“No.”

Before Zhang Lan finished speaking, she was interrupted by Yang Beihan behind her.

The old man with five short figure looked at the tombstone, with a hint of nostalgia in his eyes. He said in a hoarse voice:

"Madam Yuhan is not a stingy person as you think. I used to be unable to tell you two brothers, but now these words can be said.

In fact, when Mrs. Yuhan first met Mrs. Tongtang, she had already realized the feelings between her and the old sect leader. She did not stop her. She also had letters with the witch when she was weak and sick.

She also asked her wife to take care of the old sect leader for her after her death.

Unfortunately, the old sect leader could not pass the hurdle in his heart. Now, the old sect leader and the witch finally got together. If the wife knows her, she will not be lost.

Instead, you will feel relieved.”

"Yeah?"

Zhang Lan smiled and said:

"Then my mother is really generous, she is really a big-grand lady."

As soon as the words were finished, Bai Ling'er, who was lying beside him, let out a sharp hissing, which was a warning. Someone went up the mountain, so Zhang Lan closed her eyes and listened with sincerity.

In the wind in the mountain stream, there seemed to be some noisy shouts, as well as the sound of beatings, smashing, looting and burning. Thousands of people were walking together, and the noise was very loud.
To be continued...