The howling wind stopped without knowing when, and only the scattered snowflakes were left in the sky.

The gray sky, mixed with strange red colors, always feels like the hell in your imagination, with desolation, silence, loneliness and a little cruelty mixed in it.

Time is in a cruel and fierce collision, and every minute and every second passes so long.

The collision between the two parties has become a "meat grinder"-like existence. Although it is not like a real war in the world, it often requires the lives of tens of thousands of people to be called a meat grinder. But here, it is a complete hand-to-hand fight and sacrifice.

Fallen people, dying crazily, and full of violent monsters. The bloody cruelty brought about by this struggle of power is no weaker than that of secular war.

The sacrifice of the warrior who had already fallen was inevitable, the blood-stained corpse on the snow turned to the injured medical pulse in his body, and the pale and silent head lowered was like sleeping peacefully.

The first pair of tragic brothers, the elder brother lost his arm and fell to the ground on his back. Under him was the body of a monster. The younger brother was lying less than 2 meters away from the elder brother, with a long trail of blood trailing behind him.

There were 4 or 5 monster corpses lying strewn along the road beside him.

I couldn't see my brother's expression, but I saw a smile on his face, as if he was still alive and shouted in joy for killing another monster.

There are so many such heroes on the battlefield that I can no longer count them all. Even if I am so inspired, and fresh lives are dying almost every minute, I cannot be numb.

My grief became deeper and deeper. Looking at the scattered snowflakes, I felt that they were also crying, gently and softly covering the warriors who fell on the ground with a snow-white 'quilt'.

From silence to shouting, from shouting to the heavy breathing that remains now, the only thing that remains unchanged is the will to protect.

The altar on Yang Sheng's side has begun to take shape, and the sound of the dozen cultivators led by Wu Tian has reached the end of chanting. I can feel the horses that died first when I close my eyes, and the messy blood stains on the battlefield.

Under his spell, black energy was gathering rapidly.

"You actually want to take advantage of this?" I whispered.

The blood on the battlefield is full of violence on the battlefield, and the innocent killing of horses is full of resentment. When these negative auras are combined together, those who are affected will become extremely crazy.

"He is a high-ranking figure. Shouldn't the same Kunlun preacher be full of righteousness? There is a heart in the face, and of course when the people's hearts have been corrupted, the methods used have also been corrupted." Facing the cruel battlefield, the old leader did not say anything.

One word, but when he saw Wu Tian's method finally revealed, the old boss actually commented in such a long sentence.

He was still standing beside me, motionless, but at this moment, Master, who had been sitting at the front and watching Uncle Hui, slowly walked towards me.

Could it be that Master is also the one who will accompany me all the way to the end? I had no way of guessing, but I saw him holding the cigarette pole nonchalantly, and the white robe that was the signature of the Snow Mountain Lineage was also crookedly worn by him.

He had his hands behind his back, and his messy hair and beard made me feel a little trance-like, as if I had returned to Chen Chengyi's childhood memories, and saw the master who was still like this, walking towards me in the village.

The two figures keep overlapping each other. No matter how time passes, some memories are still the same as they were at the beginning.

On the way Master came, I saw many practitioners standing up one after another, including Wu Liyu. I couldn't believe it and saw an acquaintance among them. It turned out to be Brother Yuan Yi. The wind blew their clothes, but their expressions were like

The lit fire felt like it was just saying the same thing, it was finally our turn.

In a short distance, the master quickly walked in front of us. He clasped his fists at the old master, and the old master actually clasped his fists at him and said: "Before the Formation of Heaven's Punishment was formed, I left it to you, Yang.

Sheng will definitely try his best to destroy it."

"Don't worry." Master said simply, which was a promise.

"Chen Chengyi, come down here." After speaking to the old master, the master looked at me.

I was actually in a daze, am I Chengdao or Chengyi? But after hearing his words, I subconsciously walked in front of him. At this moment, I felt inexplicable courage and great sadness, but I also understood that this was his journey.

If I am destined to be here to watch him finish this journey, then what I should give is this kind of watching, cruel but happy for him, and face death with the heart of having a perfect death without regrets.

I am not doing this alone. The young people standing around me are doing this. Behind each of them is a huge shadow of sadness.

The wind that had stopped just now was now blowing the snowflakes again. Master squinted at the sky and began to drift towards the north, and said softly: "Well, it's a good weather."

I remained silent, because I was already in a trance where I was completely unaware of myself, but it was so natural, as if there was no dispute. I was just dragged by the sadness and did not dare to speak. It is not suitable in a place like the battlefield.

tears

Ahead, monsters die from time to time. The sacrifice of life by the warriors at this time is so small and fragile, yet so heroic. It is their own will that sublimates and dyes the sky red.

"I'm going." Lowering his head, Master said to me again.

"Master." My throat rolled, and I could only say this sentence. I didn't know how to express it. One sentence of "Master" is worth a thousand words.

"Haha" he laughed, then looked at me, the kindness in his eyes came back, put his hand on my shoulder, and said: "I know you have grown up, standing on the big rock, looking majestic and majestic. Wait a minute."

I have to walk the most difficult road, so I am a man! I am proud of myself."

At this point, he paused again and said to me: "I also know you are back."

I know what the phrase "come back" means. He means that Chen Chengyi is back. I want to deny that I am not! However, I can't deny it myself. Why are all my emotions Chen Chengyi's?

"Let's go." He put the dry pipe into my hand and said, "Keep this for me so that I can come back and still smoke. I don't want to smoke anymore. It's not a good thing to just dump it here."

When he said this, he had turned around and his voice gradually became quieter and quieter.

I thought I wasn't crying, I was just standing there in a daze, the snowflakes in front of me were almost blinding me, but my thoughts were interrupted by the sudden sound beside me.

"It's very uncomfortable to laugh and cry. It's uncomfortable to a certain extent. Do you cry without knowing that you're crying?" I turned my head and saw a face with a feminine and handsome look, but it was the most vulgar stand.

Fa, the big horse with the golden sword stood in front of me.

I didn't say anything. He had already stuffed a cigar into my mouth. Regardless of my opinion, he took it away from my mouth, lit it for me, and then stuffed it into my mouth again.

"Look how nice I am to you. I just saw you hugging my wife. For the sake of seeing you as her senior brother, I won't argue with you and even smoke my favorite cigar for you. No matter how much I save it,

, there are only two of them. It seems that no matter how much I miss my grandpa, he is still gone." Xiao Chengqian seemed to talk a lot.

Although the cigar smoke obscured his face, I saw the tears on his cheeks were still wet and felt that my own face was equally cold.

Even though I cried, I didn’t know whether it was him or me that I was talking about? I also took a puff of his cigar for a long time, and the taste was weak. What did he cherish so much? Maybe it was because after denying his past, the only thing he wanted to affirm was

Something?

At least, he doesn't feel like he's making his past look too ugly in front of us.

I stood in the wind and silently glanced at Master's back. I felt that the wind and snow were getting stronger and I was about to be swallowed up by the wind and snow. At this time, a figure ran into my arms and cried softly: "Brother Chengyi, I

I'm really afraid that my father will stay asleep for years like before."

It's a wish

I patted her back gently. This past event is just the memory of her and me. The clean and small home, the strong girl, and Brother Yuan Yi sleeping in the bedroom. It was I who took her on a different journey that day.

life.
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