Meet the Gentleman

Chapter 496: Snow Falls on the Burial Mountain, Moon Cold in the West Tower

There is no singing and dancing in Bocheng, snow falls on the burial mountain, and the moon is cold in the west tower.

Several years, three lives of drunken dreams.

June is a cold winter.

Huhu——

The north wind roars up from the sky!

Goodbye, Burial Mountain. Snowflakes are as big as mats, blowing down the loess platform one by one.

This should have been a scorching June day with the scorching sun burning the earth, but there was heavy snow on the Burial Mountain and the weather in Bo City was freezing cold.

The spiritual water is frozen.

People all put on winter clothes.

The students also put on robes.

June is as cold as winter, which is somewhat weird.

However, the scholars of Bocheng have not yet recovered from the grief of the collapse of the Holy Heaven, and they are turning a blind eye like zombies.

"Snowing."

In the Zangshan Academy.

An old teacher, still wearing only a single layer of clothes, stood in the snow with a blank expression, looking up at the falling snowflakes and muttering to himself.

"Where did this snow come from? Did its appearance turn the world upside down? It shouldn't have appeared..."

A student looked up and reached out to catch the snowflakes.

The snowflakes are cold.

"I don't know."

The teacher shook his head.

In his heart, the world had already collapsed, so how could it be turned upside down?

At this time, many students walked out of the lecture hall and looked up at the snowflakes falling like cotton. They were not shocked, but more or less surprised.

The Holy Heaven has collapsed, what is the point of snow in June?
Snow is getting bigger and bigger.

The wind blows colder and colder.

This snowstorm is chilling.

At this time, not many scholars explored why it snowed in June at Zangshan Mountain.

Not only the literati in Bocheng, but also the literati in the whole Zhou world, had already lost their minds and had not yet recovered from the grief of the collapse of the holy world.

Once faith collapses, how can it be easily restored?
The rear hall of the academy.

An Xiu appeared silently in the yard and looked up at the falling snowflakes.

Sad.

At this time, he looked towards the Burial Mountain and saw that it looked even darker in the wind and snow.

His brows furrowed slightly. When he first saw the Burial Mountain, he had already felt its darkness.

This is no ordinary darkness.

Instead, it made him unable to see through it, with a depressing darkness.

"Snowing."

Dong Louhui came to the snow and looked up at the road for a while.

"Teacher, the burial mountain is getting darker and heavier."

An Xiu stared at the burial mountain path.

Dong Louhui looked towards the Burial Mountain upon hearing this, and also saw how dark it was, but he did not feel much. He seemed to be hinting at something and said, "The wind and snow cover the light, so the world will naturally become dark."

An Xiu wanted to say something, but finally nodded.

Express approval.

Soon after, it was dark.

But the wind and snow did not stop. Instead, they became more and more intense, roaring and raging.

Inside and outside the burial mountain, there is only wilderness.

The night is getting darker.

The wind roars louder.

The snow gets heavier.

It is not yet midnight.

Woohoo——

Low cries of mourning came from the wind and snow in the night.

One after another, hideous ghost shadows disappeared in the snow and wind in the night.

An Xiu was very familiar with this mourning cry. When he heard it, a figure suddenly rushed out and almost instantly hung in the sky. At this time, he saw again, a group of hideous ghosts in sackcloth, swept over with the raging wind and snow, and uttered strange mourning cries.

But this time, the evil ghost did not enter Bo City to look for food like last time.

Instead, he headed straight for the dark burial mountain.

Before everyone could react, countless evil spirits had already knelt down around the burial mountain. They were all in mourning, kneeling and weeping, their strange cries piercing through the wind and snow.

Resounding through the night.

At this time, the literati in Bocheng and the students in the academy seemed to have finally reacted.

The strange scene in front of them also stunned countless people. For most people, evil spirits wearing mourning clothes were simply unheard of. Of course, for the first batch of students of Anxiuyi Academy, it was not unfamiliar.

An Xiu did not act immediately.

He stood in the snow and wind, observing coldly.

He had long felt that this burial mountain was extraordinary, but he had never seen through it, nor had he discovered any clues.

but.

In less than two years, evil ghosts dressed in sackcloth and crying mournfully appeared three times at the burial mountain.

What does this mean?
Outside of the burial mountain, there has never been an evil ghost dressed in sackcloth and crying at funerals.

The evil ghosts and mourning ghosts only appear at the burial mountain.

“This mountain…”

An Xiu looked at the burial mountain and walked away step by step.

Beside him, Dong Lou Hui appeared at some point, his brows tightly furrowed as he looked at the evil ghost in sackcloth and weeping in mourning below.

In the snow and wind at night.

One after another, evil ghosts in sackcloth came from all directions and knelt respectfully at the foot of the burial mountain.

At this time, a gloomy and strange black fog appeared out of nowhere and gradually enveloped the Burial Mountain, making it even darker.

And at this moment, the Burial Mountain seemed to have turned into a horrible hell.

The people in Bo City began to panic.

But when he thought that there were so many scholars in Bocheng, so many students in the academy, and that they had been canonized as saints with a world-renowned reputation, he was not so afraid.

"kill!"

In the academy.

A teacher roared and rushed forward.

Then more instructors and coaches roared and rushed forward.

Perhaps only in this way can they temporarily forget the pain and numb themselves.

At this time, An Xiu did not stop it, although he wanted to continue observing. He thought for a moment and ordered the students to attack as well.

Only justice and facing death can enable teachers and students to come out of their grief, regain their spirits, and face the world without Shengtian.

And life.

It is a fact that the Holy Heaven has collapsed.

It is also a fact that the world still exists.

Therefore, people cannot always live in the past, they have to face the future.

Those who go can not be remonstrated, and those who come can still be chased.

At this time, the Burial Mountain was pitch black and filled with thick, strange black fog.

An Xiu's heart suddenly trembled. Could it be that the Ghost Emperor who destroyed Shengtian was buried here?
Although the Ghost Emperor's arrival was not long, only a few short breaths, he brought great and indelible disaster to the world.

There is naturally no need to say much about this holy heaven.

Apart from the Zhou world of the Holy Way, the one that suffered the most losses was the Kunxu world.

How many outstanding disciples of the God Clan were there on the Fushan Heavenly Ladder at the end of Kunxu Realm? And how many God Generals, God Marquises, and even God Kings died on Fushan?

Although Emperor Shang used his own power to purify the strange black fog that enveloped the sky and the earth, and even forcibly pulled back the people who had experienced strange things.

but.

There was nothing he could do about the dead.

In just a few breaths, almost all the disciples of the gods on the Fushan Ladder were killed.

The Protoss disciples on the Fushan Ladder are almost the most outstanding Protoss members of the entire Protoss Clan, representing the hope and future of the Protoss Clan...

but.

In a few breaths, he died.

When An Xiu was shocked, he found that the strange crying in his ears became different again, and it seemed to have become an ancient and sad call.

"…The clear river water has maples on it. My eyes look a thousand miles away, and my heart is broken by spring. My soul has gone and returned, mourning for the Shang Dynasty…"

Buried in the palace.

Inside the ancient bronze coffin.

At this time, strange black fog rolled up, as if it turned into a huge black sea in the coffin. Two tears flowed down Feng Qingyan's pale face again...

His expression was one of deep sadness.

When he was about to open his eyes and wake up.

boom--

Fengcai Building came out of nowhere.

It suddenly landed in front of Xusheng Mansion, west of Bocheng and west of Zangshan Academy.

At this time, snow fell on the mountain.

The moon is cold in the west building.

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PS: Thanks to “Chu Zichen” for the reward!

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