Nangong Yiren looked at the sketch of the lake drawn by the dwarf on the ground, biting her lip and then taking a few steps forward...

    But when I walked to the lake, the footsteps stopped again.

    After a long silence, she finally did not choose to go to the lake.

    From the description of the dwarf, she can at least be clear. Qin Feng should be doing something very important at this time. If she goes to the lake, she will definitely disturb him.

    She understands that, but she was worried and anxious. Nangong Yiren sat down on the lakeside gra.s.s, holding her hands around her knees, and staring at the lake.

    At the same time.

    The other side of this yin world, Yun Shui world of the Yang world.

    The Kunlun Mountains, between the incomplete Kunlun peaks at this moment, have melodious and mournful bells echoing intermittently. Even the falling snow is filled with a sense of sadness.

    The top of Tianqiong Peak.

    In front of the grave, the side engraved with' Han Xiu's beloved wife's tomb, Xia Zhirou' tombstone. At that time, another tombstone was erected,' the tomb of Han Xiu, the seventy-second generation leader of Kunlun'.

    Han Xiu ruined his own body, and he also protected Qin Feng with his sword, and his soul flew away, leaving no trace.

    At last…

    Only Xia Zhirou's gift, his favorite peach flute, was buried in Xia Zhirou's tomb. The two ... were buried together.

    In front of the two gravestones, Yunling is dressed in mourning. She doesn't know why. Her heart hurts. It hurts … It hurts so much that she can't breathe.

    What is this feeling... Why is it so painful...

    There is sluggishness in the eyes, and she was sitting on her knees in front of the tomb.

    There is also a girl, Yue Ying, the only disciple of Han Xiu.

    Also wearing mourning clothes, he knelt beside Yunling and looked at Han Xiu's tombstone. Tears streamed down her face.

    Perhaps it is because of Han Xiu's guilt about Yun Ling that he has treated his only female disciple as his own daughter for decades.

    For Yue Ying, Han Xiu is like a father to her.

    Behind the two women were all the elders and deacons of the Kunlun Mountains, and around Tianqiong Peak were 80,000 Kunlun disciples, all with white linen bands tied to their heads, looking sad one by one.

    The wine madman stood at the front of the Kunlun cultivators. At this moment, he is no longer slovenly. The slag was completely sc.r.a.ped clean, loose hair is already clean corset, wearing a green-gold brocade robe, this is Kunlun pavilion Lord's clothing.

    He watched the two stone tablets in front of the tomb.

    The two men, one is his brother who grew up together and goes through fire and water, and the other is a woman whom he loved all his life without regret.

    This is him...

    The two most important people in this world.

    However, now both of them have left him.

    In his eyes, there seems to be a scene from one hundred years ago ...

    Fenghua peach forest, he and Han Xiu went to find Ouyang Shaoqin, At that time...the two brothers saw Xia Zhirou for the first time. She was so beautiful, just a glance, the brothers are stunned at the same place.

    A white skirt, lying on the peach blossom branches, corners of the mouth with a little smile, turned her head and talked.

    "If you have guests coming from afar, you should greet them with good wine."

    Xia Zhirou's words are still clear in his ears.

    He and Han Xiu, both at that moment, identified the woman as their "the one" in their life.

    "Brother, you used to take a step earlier than me. Now it is still a step earlier than me. You can stay with her. You know... I, I am envious."

    Muttering to himself, the wine madman took a deep breath and closed his eyes. The red eyes had a drop of tears.

    rat-tat...

    The bell rang again.

    "kneel!"

    The voice of the Kunlun nine elders hoa.r.s.e perfusion cultivation sounded.

    Lu Changyi's left-hand holds up his sleeves, and he knelt down toward the tombstone. Behind him, the deacon of Kunlun, the elders, the 80,000 Kunlun disciples, all knelt.

    "The sword starts!"

    Another shouting out, in an instant, 80,000 long swords rise to the sky, the most middle one is the Kunqing Shangqing sword, the sword sorrows over in the sky, resounding throughout the Kunlun Mountains.

    'The Tao can be said is not real Tao, brother, maybe... I understand your way now. '

    Lu Changyi looked at the two tombstones, his wine sword... completely dissipated in his heart.

    From today, he wants to inherit the path of sword heart from Han Xiu!

    The wind and snow drifted down.

    ...

    Jiuzhou Center, Yuzhou Celestial City.

    At the moment of the 19th floor of Xian Ge, only a few 13 people in the large pavilion hall, nine men and four women, the 13 people are elders of Immortal League, can be said to be the Yunshui world's top 13 people.

    The movement of the Jiuzhou cultivator is now out of their thirteen hands.

    In addition to the Yuan Yin cultivator of the Guang Yuan old monk and the Jie Dan top grade of Gongsun Tong, the remaining eleven are all Primary Yuan Ying cultivators.

    Among the thirteen people, the chairman of the meeting was naturally Dongfang Qing who was the vice-president.

    "Ladies and gentlemen, I have called you all here this time just to discuss one thing with you."

    Dongfang Qing frowned, obviously the next thing to say is not negligible.

    "Over the past few days, I have received war reports from all parts of Jiuzhou. Now the situation is getting more and tenser, so I am also facing a question. Whether we should open up the cultivation world to ordinary people. It should be noted that if we join the war with Tian Xin Tong, Jiuzhou will be completely disrupted. There is no time to take care of those ordinary people and it is naturally impossible to open Break Memory Matrix all the time."

    This thing, Dongfang Qing thought for a long time...

    Once open to mortals, the tens of billions of mortals in Yun Shui world will fall completely into the collapse of the world outlook.

    But if not, Immortal League 's million cultivators can't fight against Tian Xin Tong all-out.

    As soon as Dong Fengqing's proposal was made, the hall was in a state of silence. This kind of thing has never happened in the millennium.

    Even a thousand years ago, Yunshui one million cultivators war Tian Xin Tong and have never done so.

    However, they are also very clear. Today, different from the past, the battle of the millennium ago, Tian Xin Tong is a force of cohesion, not scattered, and the decisive battle would only cause the chaos in one state.

    However now...

    Tian Xin Tong believers scattered in Jiuzhou, and it is a disaster. Their strength and numbers have been acc.u.mulated secretly for thousands of years, far exceeding the number of chaos one thousand years ago.

    Once this scale is fully developed, it will be difficult to continue to maintain the order of the mortal world.

    "The matter is urgent and should not be considered too much. I hope you can give me an answer in an hour."

    Dongfang Qing glanced at the crowd, and then he got up and left the pavilion.

    Gongsuntong, the elder who has the lowest cultivation, also fell into contemplation while sitting in the position, opening the cultivation world to mortals...

    This kind of thing is definitely not a joke.

    Yun Shui world has never happened like this since ancient times.

    The distinction between the cultivation and the mortal world, this is the rule of tens of thousands of years.

    Once this iron rule of inheritance is broken, no one can imagine what will happen in Jiuzhou.

    However, things are the same as what Dongfang Qing said. There is not much time to think about them. Is it really something that has to be done?