I almost forgot that I posted a "January Thanks to Book Friends" on the public version two days ago. If you want to read it, go and check it out. Maybe your name will be... If you say you will come back soon. ([] ) It must make sense. The young master cannot stay in the same place all the time. Mr. Lin was a little disappointed, and also understood that he had to adapt in advance.

After a long separation, I have thousands of words. Tan Weiran could only suppress his words, explain a few words and then go up the mountain first. Lu'er wanted to follow him, but was stopped by Mr. Lin, who knew what he knew.

Tan Weiran's heart was up and down, and rushed up the mountain as quickly as possible. He saw the smoke from the cooking stove in the evening and heard the sound of chopping wood.

Tan Weiran took a deep breath, held back his body and mind and stepped into the kitchen yard.

Zhou Dapeng, who was chopping firewood, raised his axe and saw a familiar figure as soon as he slashed. He was shocked and he was stunned and suddenly flew over with the axe!

The axe flew over and was aiming at Tan Weiran's face. This welcome... might be unforgettable to Tan Weiran.

He grabbed the axe and said with a straight face: "Senior Brother, you are too much. If you don't want me to come back, just say that, why bother to use a knife and a gun!"

Zhou Dapeng opened his eyes wide and rubbed his eyes. He jumped three feet high in one step and rushed into the kitchen like a whirlwind. He pulled Tang Xinyun out of cooking. Tang Xinyun said dissatisfiedly: "Dapeng, what are you doing? You don't want to eat anymore, right?"

Before he finished speaking, the shovel in Tang Xinyun's hand fell to the ground, staring at the boy blankly, screamed, rushed over, twisting Tan Weiran's ear: "Younger, you are trying to die, come back quietly, and don't say anything!"

"Do you think you have great ability and don't take your senior sister seriously?"

Tang Xinyun was really hard this time, twisting Tan Weiran's ears out of blood: "You are talking!"

Tan Weiran's ears didn't hurt, his heart hurt, and he looked at his senior sister with sadness.

Tang Xinyun twisted for a while, gritted her teeth, and shed tears without realizing it. Finally, she let go, and tears burst out like a flood, crying heart-wrenchingly: "The youngest... Master... Master has something wrong."

"What happened to the master!"

Tang Xinyun cried sadly and screamed in desolately. The birds flew away in a panic and flew away in a fright, and they would never understand her sadness.

Liu Chengfeng rushed in from outside the yard: "Senior sister, what's wrong..." He looked at Tan Weiran in amazement: "Youngest!"

Tan Weiran was silent, looking at the senior sister who was crying loudly. All her worries and grief aroused, Liu Chengfeng's eyes soon turned red, and Zhou Dapeng couldn't help but choke up.

Something happened to Xu Daoning. It was not someone else, but the person who kept watching them grow up and kept giving instructions and teaching them, the person they respected and loved!

Sadness was exaggerated, Liu Chengfeng's tears flowed silently, and Zhou Dapeng shook his shoulders and couldn't help sobbing.

The kitchen yard is filled with a sad atmosphere.

From the moment he knew that something happened to Xu Daoning, Zhou Dapeng cried, and Liu Chengfeng cried, almost heartbroken. Only Tang Xinyun stayed for a long time and his expression was as normal as he did not change much.

Sun Chengxian is not here, Tang Xinyun is the eldest of all the disciples. She cannot be weak, she must be strong. Therefore, she can pretend to be strong and chat and laugh like nothing happened, just because she wants to protect her junior brothers.

Without Xu Daoning, the youngest young man was not there, and Sun Chengxian was not there. Jianxing Peak lost his backbone, and Tang Xinyun had to bear it with his shoulders to show everyone that Jianxing Peak remained the same.

Every day, Tang Xinyun thought she could not hold on, and every day she could hold on, and was surprised to find that she seemed to have really forgotten the sadness.

When the youngest stood in front of her again, Tang Xinyun found that she could no longer bear it. The grief that thought it would fade away but seemed to forget suddenly erupted like a volcano.

She was pushed by the volcano pressed down in her heart, and she couldn't help but burst into tears, crying out loud, and she wanted to cry out all the tears that had accumulated for half a year.

The four disciples each held each other and formed a close circle, using their own strength and body temperature to warm each other, giving each other the greatest courage and strength... Main Peak, the Palace of the Ancestors.

Fu Chong knelt down before the statue of the ancestor, and took turns to worship him sincerely: "Fu Chong, a disciple of Jianxing Peak, is back home today... today."

All sects have feared, doubted and envied by Jianxing Peak throughout their dynasties, but who can truly understand the suffering of Jianxing Peak disciples?

Fu Chong was forced to go out after being over a hundred years old and had been wandering outside for hundreds of years. In such a huge wasteland, he wandered around the world and had no place to live. He could go to any place but could not come back.

He was recalled by Xu Daoning more than ten years ago and hid in the Zhao court. When he was closest to the sect, he was only less than fifty miles away. However, it was a natural barrier that was difficult to cross for him.

Without the order from the head, you can't come back. It's absolutely uncomfortable to have the feeling of not being able to go home.

Many disciples of Jianxing Peak have never been able to come back once in their lives, and many people died of depression. Many disciples may have taken root in the foreign land, but until they die, they will return to the sect at least once, which has become a wish to die. In contrast, Fu Chong is already lucky.

The sect only sees the power and deterrence of the Censing Scene Peak, but never sees the efforts of the Censing Scene Peak.

For a mission, the inheritance of the peak of the Swordsmanship for thousands of years, many generations of amazing disciples have been silent because of this, and ended up in a situation where even the sects cannot return. It is like tearing apart the relationship!

Fu Chong lowered his head and shed a line of tears. He walked out of the Ancestor Hall accompanied by Song Shenxing, standing by the cliff, the wind blew, and his clothes fluttered. Fu Chong said slowly: "You are the sect leader, and I don't want to blame you. However, I hope you understand what you are doing."

"If it weren't for Dao Ning summoning me, I would probably never know that the sect had become so rotten."

Song Shenxing lowered his head silently, but he was speechless. Fu Chong's eyes were filled with anger: "In front of others, I will give face to the sect leader. But, I want to ask you now."

"Why did your help come late? I don't want to ask why, you know it!"

Song Shenxing stumbled for a while, but he was unable to defend himself, and he was unable to defend himself. Fu Chong looked angry and said, "I'll ask you again, why there is not even a single person who came to help!"

Fu Chong clenched his fist and looked coldly: "The sects back then had deep conflicts with each other. But at least they could unite and go to the outside world. Today's sects cannot even be united on the surface, so what should such a sect do?"

The sounds were like a knife, and every word was like a sword. It penetrated into Song Shenxing's mind, and it was so painful that it was very pale.

"Tan Weiran is young and he can't see through it, which doesn't mean I can't see through it either." Fu Chong looked at him coldly: "What are your plans? What are you afraid of? I really think I can't see it."

"You don't want to be sinners of the Taoist throne, but what does the sect look like now? What was it like when the ancestor founded Xingtian Sect thousands of years ago?"

After saying that, Fu Chong turned around and headed towards Jianxing Peak with disdain.

The spring breeze blew, and Song Shenxing stood there for a long time, feeling his body and mind were cold, and murmured: "Is it wrong to go to help, is it right? What should I do?"

Old Master Chen came quietly and said calmly: "It doesn't matter whether it's right or wrong. No sect leader wants to start the hidden vein. I've stopped you from saving people before, and that's the reason."

Song Shenxing said with his eyes straight: "Old ancestor, don't you admire Tan Weiran very much? Why did you stop me before?"

Old Master Chen said lightly: "If you die, Tan Weiran. If you can stop the hidden vein from starting, it will be better than to ruin the sect. Unfortunately, you insist on saving people and convinced me."

Song Shenxing shook his head and said blankly: "I..." After a long time of slowness, he lowered his head and sighed: "I thought about it, and I was almost convinced by you, the ancestor. However, sacrificing a disciple to prevent the ignorant vein from starting, I found that I could not do it."

Song Shenxing didn't want to argue with Fu Chong's accusations because he had really had the idea and waited for Tan Weiran to be killed to prevent the hidden meridian from being activated. This was definitely a good thing for him, the sect leader.

He thought about it, but hesitated. In the end, he realized that he could not do it. Otherwise, he would not have been late to help Tan Weiran at the last moment.

Old Master Chen sighed softly!

Song Shenxing faced the wind and said blankly: "Old ancestor, before Dao Ning left, he came to find a disciple and said something to him."

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