Campus belle's cultivation master

Lin Zixuan, the youngest master of Huajing in history, has fallen!

The meteorite fire burns the body, the corpse bone does not exist!

This news, like a hurricane, swept across the river and shocked the whole Xiuzhen world!

Zhenwuzong, Xilu Yangjia, longyimen, wuwanggu

All fell into a jubilation to celebrate the revenge, and there was no threat from then on!

However, more people are silently lamenting the premature death of a generation of Tianjiao, just like a meteor across the sky, leaving only a moment of brilliance

A week later, the Rand Company of M country updated the list again. Lin Zixuan, who was originally 18 on the list, disappeared, as if he had never appeared.

So far, the news of Lin Zixuan's death is real.

Those who were full of doubts and didn't want to believe all the time finally gave in.

The fire in the back mountain of zhenwuzong has been burning for three months!

The flames are blazing, the heat wave is rolling, and under the scorch of the meteoric fire outside the sky, the area has become a barren land for more than 20 miles.

The situation is still getting worse. In the long run, zhenwuzong will run out of water and become a forbidden area for life.

Rootless fire, nothing spontaneous combustion, almost no means to extinguish it.

The founder of zhenwuzong generation has long gone, and there is nothing to do about it. Some people have begun to suggest that if the situation continues to deteriorate, zongmenshi must move out of Jingzhou and find another place

Many people in Xiuzhen are watching in the dark. A young master, Lin Zixuan, is killed in the pit, but juzong is forced to move. He has no place to live. Why bother to come here.

The patriarch Cai Yunfei obviously didn't expect such a serious situation. He sighed and sighed every day for several months. His eyes were red, and his white hair fell down one by one. He was almost bald

The other elders' worship is no better than him. They are more ugly than mourning

...

The sun is setting and the sky is full of rosy clouds.

A thin and thin shadow hovers on the cliff alone, haggard and pitiful.

This person is Yang Xueqi who came to Jingzhou from Xilu.

At this moment, her delicate and beautiful face showed a ghostly white, and her beautiful eyes looked at the flames rising under the cliff, and the bottom of her eyes, which were burning and stinging, also showed a touch of scarlet.

"Miss Yang has been standing for three months!"

"For such a long time, she hardly ate anything..."

"What a pity! Even those with strong inner strength can't carry it! If it goes on like this, she will die... "

Many young disciples of zhenwuzong gathered not far away and kept talking.

A gorgeous beauty, who has been tortured so decadent that no one can bear to see it.

"Here comes elder martial sister Meng!"

Someone suddenly cried, the crowd quickly divided to both sides, and then there was a moment of silence.

Meng siyao, dressed in green clothes and holding a pottery urn filled with water in her arms, is like a classical beauty walking slowly from a distance.

In three months, she also lost a whole circle, as if a gust of wind could blow it down

"Elder martial sister Meng!" A young disciple stepped forward half a step, his face pale green, "please go to persuade Miss Yang!"

"Yes." Others echoed, "that person is dead. Why should she suffer?"

Meng siyao gathered a wisp of scattered green silk behind her ears and lowered her eyes: "I've tried many times, but..."

"Alas." She sighed, and her eyes were filled with sadness. "The elders are discussing the relocation. It is estimated that there will be results soon. Don't just stand here and get ready. "

Voice down, she Lianbu light move, toward the cliff to walk slowly.

"I don't regret that I'm getting wider and wider. I'm haggard for Yi Xiao." The young disciple shook his head and sighed. Looking at Meng siyao's weak back, he didn't know whether he was envious or compassionate. "If there is a woman willing to do this for me, why not die?"

"Don't dream. Lin Zixuan is the son of heaven, not like us." The companion patted him on the shoulder. "Go back and pack up and get ready to move."

A group of young disciples turned silently and left with heavy steps.

Meng siyao followed the winding path and stepped onto the cliff.

Yang Xueqi's beautiful eyes blinked, staring at the flames under the cliff, and her voice was hoarse: "you're here again."

"You haven't left yet." Meng siyao slowly walked close, handed over the urn, "drink some water."

In these long three months, if she had not come here every day to deliver water, Yang Xueqi would have died long ago.

"No need."

"Zhenwuzong is about to move. When are you going to leave?" Meng siyao's pretty face suddenly changed color. She took a step closer and shook her arm. "Don't be silly, Miss Yang, he's dead! If you go on like this, you will die too... "

Yang Xueqi's thin and delicate body is just like a piece of paper. When she shakes, she staggers and almost falls.

"I've promised to cherish life and death." She bit silver teeth, want to cry, but found that tears have dried up, "you go back, I don't go."

"You... Why are you suffering?" Meng siyao wept, raised the back of her hand and wiped her white cheek. "I know you're not all for Yang Xixi..."

"He's gone. He's gone. Do you want to take your life? Perhaps in that person's heart, from the beginning to the end, there is no place for you. "

She is talking to Yang Xueqi, but it seems that she is talking to herself.

Yang Xueqi was unmoved: "it's my business. It's none of your business."

Meng siyao stood for a long time, until it was completely dark, and then carefully placed the water jar on the ground.

"You are Lin Zixuan's old friend, and you are also my old friend. On the day the clan moves, you will come with us. " She said a firm, unshakable, "if you don't want to, even if I knock you unconscious also want to take."

Her white and tender hand tightened quietly. A tear ran across her cheek. She tightly pursed her lips and turned to go.

"You..." Yang Xueqi suddenly opened again, "do you really believe that... He is dead?"

She lowered her head and murmured: "how could a proud man die in such a cowardly way? I don't believe

Meng siyao suddenly said, "Miss Yang, you've been standing here for three months. I'm afraid you know better than anyone else."

"How do you believe it? What if you don't believe it? The world is changeable, and heaven's destiny is so. How can ordinary people like me tell us what to do? "

She sighed softly and drifted away.

After walking far away, Meng siyao heard the hoarse and shrill wails echoing in the mountains behind her.

"Lin Zixuan! You coward! coward! Come out, I beg you to come out! "

Yang Xueqi's sad voice, like a sharp knife, pierced Meng siyao's heart.

Meng siyao suddenly fell to the ground, curled up and cried