The junior brother bit his lower lip tightly, his body was trembling slightly, his eyes suddenly turned red, and his voice was choked with sobs: "I, I..." I waited for a long time, but didn't say a word.
Chu Ming did not embarrass him, but just smiled faintly. He looked at his former brothers present and saw their complicated appearances. The past scenes seemed to be echoing in front of him: "Wang Sen can't be killed, you send someone to lock him up.
Just keep an eye on it."
The disciples lowered their heads and nodded vigorously.
The mountain wind started blowing, and the sky seemed to be a little colder. A snowflake shining with an elite light under the moonlight fell. Then, the goose-feather snow suddenly came. In just ten breaths, the ground of the entire mountain peak was thrown to the ground.
Layer white.
Chu Ming's eyes looked at the snow in the sky. Even if the snow fell in his eyes, he never closed them.
"Hey..." He sighed: "Unknowingly, a year has passed. It's this day again, and it's snowing again. The last time, this snow took away my father-like relatives.
This time, I saved them, that's enough."
Chu Ming suddenly laughed. In the sky full of flying snow, he walked through the crowd and came to a place that made all the disciples feel sad. There was the back mountain, the cliff behind the Xuanyang Hall, and there was
The place where he left Xuanyang Sect.
Chu Ming also knew that if he wanted to come back, these disciples would not stop him... But if he could come back, Tuling Pavilion had been watching with eager eyes. If he returned to Xuanyang Sect, he would undoubtedly be meat on the chopping board and be slaughtered by others.
At that time, these brothers will be harmed.
He turned around and his eyes passed through the falling snow and fell on the faces of each of the disciples.
Chu Ming looked at them one by one. He wanted to remember all these people in his heart until everyone had seen them. He smiled faintly, stood up, and fell down towards the cliff. His eyes were still there.
Looking at the brothers.
That look finally made more than half of the people present shed tears.
"Second Senior Brother!"
The junior brother cried and rushed over, but he was too late. Chu Ming had already jumped off the cliff and disappeared from their sight again.
"Second Senior Brother, we were wrong!"
"Second Senior Brother, come back!!"
All the disciples rushed to the edge of the cliff and looked down. They were all silent. They were bitter. Although they all understood in their hearts that Chu Ming was not the murderer of their master, the persecution at that time had created a barrier. This barrier prevented them from killing their master in the first place.
shout out.
Chu Ming felt the falling strong wind, and the piercing coldness on his face made him wake up. The sound of "Second Senior Brother" made his heart tremble, and he almost opened his eyes, but he knew that he couldn't open them. He was afraid that if he took a look
,he will stay...
Thirteen breaths later, Chu Ming felt down to earth.
From the moment his feet landed, the hesitation, entanglement, and softness in his eyes all disappeared without a trace. He walked alone in the heavy snow, and his hair turned white after a while, but he continued to walk, walking for a long time.
No purpose.
He came to Yingyue Lake, looked at the grave he had erected for his master in confusion for a long time, and then left.
From beginning to end, he never said a word, because he knew that no one would respond. Everything, all conjectures, all assumptions must be explored by himself. One day, everything will be clear.
!
Chu Ming didn't use his energy to resist the cold, and after a while, he was completely frozen.
"Ahhhhh!"
He looked up to the sky and screamed, his eyes full of confusion. If he didn't think about it, some things might not matter, but if he thought about it, it would make him almost crazy. His life experience, the life and death of his master, and the great hatred of Tuling Pavilion were overwhelming.
He can't breathe!
He is still a seventeen-year-old child.
The burden on his shoulders is too heavy.
The familiar sight of snow and the looks in the eyes of Xuanyang Sect disciples almost made him collapse.
After finishing his anger, Chu Ming gasped and looked at the sky and the snow, like a wild beast about to go crazy: "What is going on, everything, what is going on, God, you tell me
What will happen to me, and what will happen to Yefeng!!"
He understood what Long Aotian said, maybe happiness is not knowing some things.
The future of Yefeng made him very scared. It was his second home, and he could not tolerate dangers like the Xuanyang Sect happening again.
"Foreigners, what kind of place is that?" Chu Ming clenched his fists.
The roar echoed in the silver-covered forest, and in the blink of an eye, several days passed.
Qianlongjian, the name of this place has long been forgotten by most people. In the eyes of ordinary people, it is just an ordinary forest that cannot be found in ordinary. And surrounding this forest, there are two relatively prosperous
There are two towns, one is called Lanfeng City and the other is called Black Rock City.
These two towns are run by two families respectively.
Lanfeng City, the city of the Lan family, is most famous for the Lan's Auction House. There are definitely many rare treasures among them, and people from all over the world come to watch and bid for them.
Black Rock City is the city of the Hei Family. The Hei Family is a family that has suddenly appeared over a hundred years ago. Its strength cannot be underestimated. It is mainly famous for forging weapons. It is not much weaker than the Lan Family. The two families have always been incompatible.
At this moment, Chu Ming arrived at Black Stone City.
The main tone of this place is black, and some stones were excavated from unknown places. The whole body is pitch black. When he first entered this city, the first impression he gave was majesty and domineering. I think the people from the Hei family felt the same way.
Walking through the streets, Chu Ming looked around.
He came here for a purpose, to cast a suitable scabbard for the broken sword's reverse scale blade. From that reverse scale blade's recognition of its owner, Chu Ming subconsciously felt that men should use swords, and the usage of this sword is also different from ordinary monks.
, not killing in the air, but holding the knife with both hands!
Even if you reach the bone-carving realm, the knife cannot leave your hand. This is the essence of using a knife.
This was his secret feeling. He couldn't explain it clearly, but it made him believe it. Chu Ming also discovered a problem that gave him a headache. Perhaps the dragon's power on the reverse scale blade was too strong, so he put it in the pagoda and let the little mouse
Aguai couldn't feel at ease, so Chu Ming thought of making a scabbard so that he could carry the knife behind his back.
After looking around, Chu Ming saw a blacksmith shop called "Forging" and walked in.
"Objective, what are you trying to do?"
As soon as he entered, a man in a vest came up to him. Seeing that he had different muscles and was still shirtless even though it was winter, Chu Ming once again learned a bit about the toughness of Black Rock City. He smiled slightly and Chu Ming said:
"I want to make a scabbard."
"Objectively, there are plenty of scabbards in various styles. You don't need to make them. You can just choose one!"
The guy smiled and led Chu Ming inside. On one of the walls, there were no less than thirty kinds of scabbards hanging in different colors. They were indeed beautiful. At first glance, Chu Ming's eyes were caught for a moment.
But in a flash, Chu Ming shook his head: "These scabbards are not good."