Chapter 276 Wan Cang Peak

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At the top of a broken peak, the cold wind is cold, and the peak is covered with snow, which is not like the world.

A beautiful woman in a purple dress, holding an ancient kite in her hand, walking in the void, like a fairy in the dust, came from a distance. The previous moment was still far away, and the next moment, she appeared on the peak.

She stood on the snow, and her tulle dress only swayed slightly in the cold wind. Next to it was clouds and fog, deep and bottomless. Only the sound of the wind roar came out like a fierce ghost whimpering.

The peak is extremely steep, as cold as frost, and a few feet away from her, there is a wooden house on a small flat ground. On the wooden roof, there is a thick layer of snow.

The woman's eyes in purple were like the moon, and her clear eyes fell flat on the wooden house. She immediately stretched out her white and slender fingers and gently touched the string on the guzheng.

"Ying..." The zheng string trembled, and the clean and clear voice overflowed in all directions like running water.

Before the sound fell, the door of the wooden house slowly opened, and some snowflakes slipped down. From the wooden house, a bald young man came out with a smile.

The man is dressed in light cloth, looks about in his twenties, and is gentle. But his eyebrows were white, his head was shining, and his smiling eyes seemed to contain endless wisdom.

"Mingyue Fairy, I haven't seen you for a long time."

"Brother Wan, please forgive me for the sudden visit of my little sister." The bright moon fairy restrained a salute and said indifferently.

The bald man laughed, and the laughter was like thunder, shaking the snow on the top of the mountain. "Fairy, you're welcome. You and my friendship don't have to be so polite." His eyes fell on the woman in purple, and suddenly he gave a soft smile, and his eyes fell on the guzheng.

"The fairy's Guzheng should have thirteen strings, but why is one missing?"

The bright moon fairy lowered her eyebrows and looked at the missing string on the Guzheng and whispered, "I gave this string to someone."

The bald man smiled and looked solemn. "You Yue Xianzong is based on a musical instrument. Without a string, your strength will be greatly damaged. How can the fairy easily give the string to others? If the disaster comes..." Before he finished speaking, the bright moon fairy opened her lips and teeth slightly and interrupted her mouth.

"Let's not mention this matter for the time being. The little sister came to see Brother Wan this time, and she had something to tell her. The voice of the bright moon fairy was a little solemn.

"Oh? Fairy, please tell me."

"A few days ago, my little sister learned about the reincarnation..."

About the reincarnation patriarch refining the soul washing water and the return of all the doormen, the bright moon fairy told the bald man one by one.

After a long time, the voice of the bright moon fairy fell, and the bald man was silent. After a long time, he said, "I knew this before the fairy arrived."

The bright moon fairy did not say anything, and her eyes were as clear as water looked at the bald man.

"Although the reincarnation master's cultivation is not as good as mine, I can't take action. Only when I suppress my cultivation with secret skills can I escape the disaster. If I want to capture this person, I will definitely face a natural disaster. The bald man sighed, "The great disaster. For thousands of years, there are several people who have been able to spend it, even those who are as talented as the previous generation of Huayun patriarchs, are also under the disaster and their souls are destroyed."

Hearing the words, the bright moon fairy's eyes darkened, as if she remembered something. The mountain wind blew, and the purple dress suddenly flew up, faintly revealing the graceful body.

The bald man shook his head slightly, his expression moved, and he wanted to stop talking. Finally, he couldn't help saying, "Can't you forget him?"

The bright moon fairy's delicate body trembled, and the string of the Guzheng trembled slightly, as if she was talking about something.

The bald man's eyes fell on the bright moon fairy. In his wise eyes, there was a trace of love and pity. "Wanhai has fallen under the disaster. I once went to Huayunzong. Even if I was in contact with his blood, I could not feel the soul. Fairy, why don't you forget him when he was so affectionate to you?

Suddenly, the bright moon fairy's eyes were cold, and she looked straight at the bald man. She put her right hand on the guzheng, and a vast momentum gushed out.

"No more mention of him!"

Boom!!! The snow on the top of the mountain seemed to turn into a wave and fell under the cliff. Bang! The wooden house behind the bald man broke into countless wood chips and instantly went into the distance.

The bald man smiled bitterly. Under this magnificent momentum, the corners of his clothes did not move. But his heart is bitter. The bright moon fairy has never given him a smile. Even if his brother falls, he doesn't want to give him a chance.

The two stood quietly on the peak, and the originally awe-dled mountain wind around them also quieted down at this moment.

The bald man looked at the bright moon fairy, and the trace of love and pity in his eyes was getting stronger and stronger. He lived alone on this peak, that is, to stay away from the world and the seven emotions and six desires. But when I saw this woman again, the tide of love hidden in my heart for a hundred years and a thousand years could no longer be contained.

He seemed to remember that when he was still a qi monk, he met this woman in the fallen stream, but he was not as young and vigorous as his brother Wanhai, and he directly fell in love with this woman. It seems to be that time that he missed the bright moon like a fairy in the sky.

After that, Wanhai said goodbye to himself, and even said goodbye to the bright moon. He went to build Huayunzong with his sworn brothers. This separation is a hundred years and a thousand years. This separation is the ends of the earth. This separation is the separation between life and death.

There was a faint red tide on the bald man's face. With his cultivation, this kind of mortal feeling suddenly appeared, and it fluctuated so violently in an instant. In an instant, the red tide on his face dissipated. He is the suzerain of Wan Cangzong. He must not affect his cultivation because of his children's personal affairs. The bald man reminded himself.

At this time, the bright moon fairy had returned to a plain look, and she gently plucked a string with her right hand.

An invisible fluctuation floated in the air, and a water mirror appeared out of thin air. The water mirror rippled in a circle. In the haze, a figure slowly appeared in it.

This figure is a young man. The man is ordinary-like, wearing a white coat and holding a green umbrella in his hand. There is a faint fog under the green umbrella, as if holding him, running fast in a forest.