218 Participators will never return

In Xiangdong County, there is a very inconspicuous courtyard. There seems to be something about funeral in this courtyard. All the houses are decorated with white silk, bright and dark white lanterns. In addition, this place is empty, which makes this place a little strange. At this moment, a white shadow flew from outside the wall, and she flew into the main room of the courtyard like lightning.

After entering the main room, the woman in white knelt down a few times before a case. She worshipped the many spiritual cards on the case, and then said, "Do you really die for those demons? If you still can't recruit souls to return tomorrow, then let me deal with it."

The breeze helped and blew the countless white silk gently. The woman in white looked up at these spiritual cards. She was sad. At this time, she bit her red lips and her face was also gloomy. However, for a long time, she saw that her face changed, as if she was enduring some severe pain. She covered her heart with one hand. At this time, the bright red blood flowed out, reflecting her white clothes, and the blood flowed out from her fingers. At this time, her face was paler, but for a long time, she could no longer stand the soul as if it seemed to leave. The heart-eating pain soon fell on her back before the spiritual card. Before she fell into a coma, she still gritted her teeth and said, "Why, why have I escaped here, but you still don't let me go and suck my soul!" Of course, the only thing that answered her was a gust of wind.

Although this woman's appearance is beautiful, the light here is dim, but it is impossible to see her true face.

After leaving Xiangdong County, Nangong Xia rose up with his sword in a remote place and flew to the place where the Blood Spirit Sect died. At this time, his speed was fast, but for a long time, he had returned to the place where he had been burned by fire. At this time, the bright moon is in the night sky, but there are a few clouds in the sky. The bright moon hides herself in the extremely light clouds, but it does not affect her sowing her bright brilliance evenly on the earth. However, although there is moonlight at this time, the earth is still a little dark. Not far away, the mountains are dark. Standing darkly between heaven and earth, like a giant beast waiting for the opportunity, giving people a sense of depression and fear.

Of course, the night does not have any visual problems for Nangong Xia. Moreover, when the bright moon was in the sky, Nangong Xia first took out the stone tablet set up for the Blood Spirit Sect. He replaced the wooden tablet set up the day before yesterday, and then took out incense candles and other objects to worship. Although the souls of the disciples of the Blood Spirit Sect were no longer there, As a measure to express my feelings, this trip is still very meaningful to Nangong Xia.

After the worship, he dug a pit next to him, and then took out the red sandalwood sword box containing the dust sword. He first took out the dust sword, then wiped it with white silk, and then wrapped the dust sword with new white silk, and then put the dust sword into the sword box. After doing all this, he took out the jade pendant imitated by Jiang Yunzhi. He also wiped the jade pendant, and then put the jade pendant in the sword box. He cut his finger and then wrote on the white silk with his blood: "The sound of the piano is sobbing in the evening, and the green front is three feet of chaos. What is the distant soul of Huangquan Road? The merchants will never return. Twenty-eight seal characters, looking at the white silk with the scarlet letter written on it, he suddenly thought of something. He saw the magic formula between his fingers, and the red and blue light flashed on the white silk, but after the light flashed, Nangong Xia only sighed gently. He opened his mouth and looked at the bright moon and said, "Is this really the distant soul of Huangquan Road? Shang Yongli has no return period."

He gently exhaled a turbid breath, and then looked at the sword box. After a long time, Nangong Xia whispered, "Sister, I can't gather your soul at this time. I'm sorry." He looked at the sword box for a long time, and then covered the sword box and put it in the pit. He closed his eyes and buried the sword box with a handful of earth. At this time, he held the earth in his hand. The speed was extremely slow, but the sword box was not big, and the pit was naturally not big, but although the pit was not big, a grave was erected. It can't be too low. After a long time, Nangong Xia set up a new tomb here. He took out the stone tablet and stood it in front of the tomb. What was written on the tablet was "the tomb of Jiang's heroine". After doing this, he took out some incense candles to worship. He poured a glass of wine in front of the tomb and whispered, "Senior sister, please have a good journey. After that, I will I will help you complete it. Please rest assured that I will do my best to protect this Xia Weiyang in my lifetime.

The reason why he set up such a monument is that Jiang Yunzhi, the senior sister of Nangong Xiayu Xue Lingzong, was originally surnamed Jiang Yunzhi, but her real name is a single name.

At this time, another piece of jade also appeared in front of Nangong Xia. Nangongxia took this jade, which was cyan, and the light fairy spirit came out. He tried the jade, but felt that the jade had its own spiritual knowledge. Nangong Xia shook his head gently, and then put the jade away. Yu was the first jade given to him by Sima Hanling. At that time, Nangong Xia also promised the other party to find a new owner for this jade. He did not think that this jade had its own fairy spirit, so he needed to be more cautious about finding a master for this jade.

After Nangong Xia put away Sima Hanling's jade, he closed his eyes and sat here for a long time. The breeze blew, rustled, and the bright moon slanted to the west, pulling the shadow of Nangong Xia to the old elder. This man, a mound, January, showed some desolation and loneliness, and he did not know that the people who slept here would I won't feel the same loneliness and loneliness. Maybe they have died and left, and even their souls are no longer there. How can they feel this way?

Nangxia sat in front of the tomb like this. He took out the lyre and put it on his knee, then gently tuned the strings, and then gently plucked his fingers, and there was a pleasant sound from his fingers. At this time, his piano sound was sobbing. Although it was sad, it was not very obvious. Although he had helplessness, he did not feel despair. At this time, the mountain The breeze is gentle, and it seems to accompany him. At this time, the clouds cover the moon, which is more like decorating the atmosphere for him. At this time, the branches and leaves are swaying, and it is more like dancing for him. His piano music seems to have been integrated with the world and can't distinguish each other.

It was not until the bright moon fell and the morning star first appeared that Nangong Xia opened his eyes. He put away the seven-string piano and folded his hands to the new tomb three times, and then turned around and left with the imperial sword without any nostalgia.

There are still many important things that Nangong Xia needs to do in person.

Although the Taoist gate led by the First Palace is extremely hidden, after all, they have made many defensive arrays on the periphery and sensed the existence of these arrays. Nangong Xia can naturally find the Taoist gate by this. The Taoist monk led by Taiyi Palace finally set up his stronghold in the hometown of Yuhua Palace.

"Who are you and why you are here." Two young disciples said that at this time, the two of them held weapons in front of the road, but their eyes were hidden with contempt.

"I'm here as a scattered practice. I'm just here because I heard that there seems to be a big change here. Let's see if I can help." Nangong Xiadao, the other party's gaze Nangong Xia was in his eyes, but at this time, Nangong Xia's heart was like water, and he did not put it in his heart, but he was secretly sighing that this monk was really inferior to another generation.

"So that's it. Please show me your invitation letter." The teenager Taoist standing on the left, at this time, he pulled his companion beside him, and the contempt on his companion's face gradually faded away.

"Invitation, what is an invitation letter?" Nangong Xiadao.

"Well, all monks must have invitations to enter. Taoist doors act like this, and they just don't want some people with low cultivation to die rashly. This demon change is not small." After saying that, he folded his hands to salute Nangong Xia, but this etiquette was generally done when they met for the first time. At this time, several people met for a long time before doing this etiquette, but it gave people an abrupt feeling. Nangong Xia just smiled faintly and did not respond to them.

"You didn't hear that this Taoist friend is just a scattered practice. Since it is a scattered practice, except for a few great magical people, naturally there will be no real invitation." The young Taoist standing on the left said that he stretched out his sword and hit Nangong Xia.

"I'm sorry, for the scattered practitioners, the two of us must try their cultivation first, so that we can enter here and save some people with poor cultivation from coming here to die." The young Taoist on the right also did something, but his magic weapon was just a strange-shaped goose-headed stick.

All this was not seen by Nangong Xia. In Nangong Xia's eyes, the two of them were like mantis in two carriages, which was ridiculous. The blue light flashed in Nangong Xia's hand, and the light soon hit their magic weapon. The two people's magic weapon could not be grasped, and they immediately flew out at a very fast speed. Although the two suffered this blow, Nangong Xia did not want to really embarrass them, so although they were extremely painful, they were not really hurt.

Seeing the two people get up and come to their side, Nangong Xia said lightly: "At this time, I am qualified to go in."

"Yes, yes, with such a profound cultivation of Taoist friends, you can naturally enter." One of the Taoist people, at this time, he folded his hands to salute. As for his magic weapon, the two of them really didn't have time to pick it up for a while.

"With you two, Taoism is really unfortunate. I can't rely on Taoism on this matter, otherwise I don't even know how to die. I still won't go. In this way, even if I die, at least I can do something." After saying that, he turned around and left. He originally came here to discuss demon cultivation with the Taoist sect, but seeing that the Taoist sect was like this, Nangong Xia reminded him of those who died in the blood spirit sect who died in the hands of the demon cultivation because the Taoist sect did not rescue. At this time, a little chill rose in Nangong Xia's heart, and he turned away after snorted coldly.

"Senior, please go well." The two Taoist people quickly bowed to Nangong Xia and sent Nangong Xia away. After seeing him again, one of the Taoist people said, "Why can't I see his cultivation at all? I thought it was just a free practice without cultivation. I never thought he was so powerful."

"No, how can these scattered repairs become so powerful now?" Another humane, at the same time, took back his sword and helped another person retrieve his short stick.

"Yes, Qingyi, do you think we should report this matter to the teacher?" The Taoist man with a long sword in his hand spoke with a little fear on his face.

"Are you looking for a fight? Since the other party is going to die alone, why do we have to block the way?" The Taoist with a short stick said that while he was talking, he also rubbed his broken buttocks. Although Nangong Xia did not really hurt the two, he still taught them a lot of lessons.

"What are you two talking about?" A slightly old voice said, and the two young Taoists were afraid to hear this. They turned their heads and said, "No, nothing, just discuss this demon transformation. There is nothing worthy of the master's concern."

"Yes, but why did you two say that you want to let each other die alone? Why did you two block their way?" The elderly Taoist said that later, his tone gradually became harsh, but it scared the two young Taoist people very much.

"The master forgives the crime, the master forgives the crime, and this is the case." When the swordsman saw that the division had heard about it, he told him about it. Of course, the one at fault was naturally the one who was not the two of them.

"It's really a blessing for such a cultivation monk to come to help." The old Taoist, but thinking that the other party had left, he looked at the two disappointing disciples under his door with hatred, then snorted coldly and chased forward.

When the two saw this, they looked at each other and chased after it. Naturally, they had to explain the matter clearly so that they would not let the other villain sue first. However, they were careful about the gentleman's belly.

Nangxia is not bored enough to tell him about the two of them.