Tsing Yi flashed, and Ling Xuewei landed opposite Qingyan and sat down cross-legged.
"No."
"Stop drinking?" Qingyan lazily raised her eyebrows.
She remembered that when she first met Ling Xuewei, she was not afraid of drinking.
Ling Xuewei didn't explain either.
Qingyan didn't even ask.
The two of them just sat on the tree, looking at the bright moon in the sky, like a moon disk, its gleaming light falling on the earth, falling from the gaps in the leaves, leaving a layer of halo.
"You said...will we succeed?" Qingyan raised her head and took a sip of wine, then wiped her mouth, "Have you ever fought with them?"
"Yes." Ling Xuewei nodded.
"Strong?"
"Very strong."
Qingyan suddenly smiled.
"Is this what you, the leader of the Alliance Army, should say? Don't you want to say a few encouraging words? Are you afraid that I will run away on the spot?"
"If you were afraid, you wouldn't come." Ling Xuewei laughed.
"Oh, you are wrong. In fact, I am really afraid."
Qingyan raised a hint of sarcasm at the corner of her mouth, raised her head and drank the last sip, then jumped down, "Let's go, the wind is too strong, it hurts my eyes."
Looking at Qingyan's leaving figure, Ling Xuewei's eyes flickered.
Afraid?
What is she afraid of?
Are they from the God Realm?
Or maybe something else...
…
"elder sister."
Back in the courtyard, Ling Yu was waiting for her.
"Why don't you go to bed?" Ling Xuewei asked.
"Sister, can I come with you?"
"No." Ling Xuewei refused without thinking, "It's too dangerous. Your current cultivation level is not enough. If you go there, you will have to die."
The young man's face suddenly turned red, as if he was unwilling and aggrieved.
Immediately, he turned around and ran out.
"Why do you need to provoke him with words, if you are not afraid that he will blame you?"
Gu Yunqing walked in, Ling Xuewei looked at him, "Why are you here?"
"I saw that you didn't look well during the day, so I came to take a look. Are you... feeling uncomfortable in any way?"
"I'm just a little tired."
Seeing that Ling Xuewei didn't want to say more, Gu Yunqing didn't ask any more questions.
"There is one thing, maybe it won't help to say it now... My Gu family has a secret technique that can rest the souls of the dead and sacrifice their spirits. Especially for those dead whose bodies are incomplete, this technique can recall their souls and revive them.
With my Gu family's soul-locking bag, I can keep his soul alive..."
"In the future, if you have the opportunity, you may be able to resurrect him...if not, you can also let his soul enter reincarnation again."
Her eyes flashed and her expression was moved.
After a moment, Ling Xuewei nodded, "...Thank you very much."
Gu Yunqing said, "Since you call me big brother, this is a small thing, and it should be done."
"Then tomorrow night?"
"good."
"I'm going back first, you go to bed early."
After watching Gu Yunqing leave, Ling Xuewei turned around and returned to the room.
I first went to the space to check the situation of Lingxi, and then started practicing.
Now, she is the fourth level of Martial Saint.
In the short term, it will be difficult for her to improve her cultivation level, but the Chaos Divine Technique...maybe she can give it a try.
Closing her eyes, Ling Xuewei's aura began to float, and blue light rose into the sky, illuminating the entire sky more and more brightly.
******
The next night.
The moonlight was just right, and all the disciples gathered on the main peak to pay homage to the heroes of the disciples who passed away this time.
In the Tianxing Sect’s unique funeral ceremony, disciples will carry the coffin and circle the mountain. This is the highest level funeral ceremony of the Tianxing Sect.
The ice coffins were carried out one by one, and the air was filled with a depressing atmosphere.
Master Shao and Master Sheng came out first, and Kuishan was the one carrying the coffin.
The coffin for the eldest brother Ling Yun was brought by Ling Xuewei.
As for Aunt Lan... Ling Xuewei looked at the young man behind her and asked, "Are you ready?"
"kindness!"
"Then let's go."
"Your Majesty, why don't you let me do it? Your body..." Yue Feng looked worried. Your Majesty is pregnant. If anything happens...
"Need not."
Ling Xuewei was dressed in black, with a white forehead wipe on her forehead, and a burial cloth wrapped around her arms. She put the pole on her shoulders, carried the coffin, and walked down the mountain step by step.
Behind him, there was a line of hundreds of meters long, with thousands of disciples.
The Tianxing Sect has nearly 10,000 disciples, but now, there are only less than 1,000 left.
But there were still not enough people to carry the coffin, so soldiers from the Independence Army and members of the Gu family and Huangyou took over the funeral procession on their behalf.
One night, more than 8,000 disciples fell into a deep sleep forever. Half of them were eaten by gluttons until even half of their bones were left. Therefore, there were many empty coffins containing clothes and belongings representing their disciples.
The long queue walked slowly around Qingyun Mountain.
On the main peak, the faint sound of a piano could be heard.
It's Gu Yunqing's soul-calling.
The sound of the piano is sonorous, deep and melodious. Sometimes it is gentle, sometimes it is high-pitched.
The moon is bright and clear, and the wind and frost sing at night.
It seems to be expressing one's heartfelt feelings, and also seems to be mourning the departed hero.
Along with the sound of the piano, thousands of soul lamps were lit and flew into the night sky.
May the heroic spirits be immortal and the dead live forever.
…
After the funeral, all the coffins were carried to the maple forest in the back mountain.
This is the burial place for the heroes of the Tianxing Sect. This was originally chosen by Master. He once said that if he were to be buried a hundred years later, he would be buried here. It is the highest place in the sect and you can overlook the entire world at a glance.
Qingyun Peak.
Thinking of her master who was still unconscious, Ling Xuewei's eyes darkened.
It was late at night when the funeral was over.
Ling Xuewei took Ling Yu and kowtowed to her eldest brother and Aunt Lan.
"It's too late, go back."
Xiaoyu shook his head, looking stubborn.
Ling Xuewei didn't persuade him any more and just stayed with him.
At this time, Gu Yunqing came over and handed her a spirit-locking bag, "That's all I can help you with."
"You have helped me enough."
Gu Yunqing's eyes flickered, "It's windy at night, be careful to catch a cold."
Immediately, he went down the mountain.
Maple forest in the back mountain.
The fire is endless all night.
******
Huangfuchen, who was in a coma, ran in a sea of fire.
Thousands of gluttonous troops came in force.
Countless disciples were buried in their mouths.
"Master..."
"Yifeng, Lingxi...Axuan doesn't want it!!"
Seeing the people around him fall down one by one, Huangfu Chen seemed to be frozen, unable to move.
Then the scene suddenly changed, it was on a broken wall, and he kept waving the Dragon Sword.
One after another, the Taotie fell at his feet. Suddenly, someone pushed him and helped him avoid the attack of one of the Taotie.
The person who pushed him was the secret guard...
But he fell into the crowd of gluttons again.
"No!"
Then came Master Qi Feng, who was beaten to ashes by the disciples of the God Realm in order to protect him...
Huangfuchen shouted, roared, and struggled, but his whole body seemed to be bound by something. No matter how hard he struggled, he could not break free...
At this time, Ling Xuewei's figure suddenly appeared in front of Huangfuchen.
"Xuewei..."
Ling Xuewei just looked at him quietly with a bright smile.
Suddenly, a sword pierced Ling Xuewei's chest.
Blood, scarlet.
"No!!"
Huangfuchen was so frightened by the scene before him that he screamed.
