Holding Ping An's little hand, the headmaster walked on the mountain road to Tiandao Peak. In the thick night fog, there was not a single disciple on the mountain road.

"Master, will my brother die?" Ping An asked with a frown. In his eyes, his brother was more powerful than his master.

"Probably not!" The headmaster thought for a while and replied?

"Why? My brother was so seriously injured. Didn't the master say that those spiritual arrows would kill people?"

"Because your Grandpa Meng took action. With him here, your brother should be fine." The headmaster sighed.

"Is Grandpa Meng still more powerful than Master?" Ping An didn't believe it. In his opinion, the most powerful person in the sect should be the headmaster.

"He is naturally more powerful than me." The headmaster replied calmly.

"That's it, then Ping An can rest assured. I'll go to Zhufeng tomorrow..." Ping An said seriously.

"There's no rush. We'll wait until your master recovers his health." From the headmaster's point of view, no one can go to the Bamboo Peak right now.

Walking on the winding mountain road with flying wind and snow, the two figures looked unusually desolate.

Winning the competition with the Snowfield Holy Land, saving Loulan City, and giving Tianyun Mountain a chance to breathe and develop.

But he also lost a talented disciple, which left an indescribable feeling in the headmaster's heart.

...

In the main hall of Zhufeng, Nalan Ruoyu sat at the table with a frown on her face.

Chen Xiaoyan took Xiao Ling'er to cook rice and boil water. Something big had happened and the living people had to carry on.

The moment Nalan Ruoyu stepped into Zhufeng, the mountain guarding formation was opened, completely cutting off all channels for people to come to inquire for information.

Right now, she is waiting for Meng Shentong to come back and bring her the most accurate news.

And in the bamboo shed on the top of the mountain behind Bamboo Peak, a solitary lamp lit up.

When sending the dying Li Xiuyuan into the cave, Li Xiuyuan asked the old man to retreat.

With the last bit of strength, he opened the restriction outside the cave that was nothing to the old man.

Even so, Li Xiuyuan still asked his teacher to leave. He didn't want the old man to see his most miserable scene.

The moment the cave mountain ban was raised, the old man standing outside the cave was stunned...

Staring at the night sky blankly, he couldn't help but cover his mouth, unable to say a word.

In the cave, Li Xiuyuan reached out and pulled out the spiritual arrow stuck in his chest at the moment when the golden light shone, and a stream of dirty blood spurted forward like an arrow.

With a clanging sound, the spiritual arrow fell to the ground, and Li Xiuyuan, who had exhausted his last bit of strength, instantly lost consciousness.

If the old man outside the cave were still here, he would find that his beloved disciple's internal organs were all shattered and his chest turned into pieces of flesh like rotten flakes.

The spiritual arrows in the Snowfield Holy Land are weapons that can kill people in minutes.

Even Li Xiuyuan's Phoenix Nirvana body finally collapsed instantly after persisting for so long.

It stands to reason that if the two of them were dueling normally, the spiritual arrow in Ouyang Xuan's hand would not have penetrated very deeply, because at that time Li Xiuyuan had no idea that the majestic Holy Land genius would hurt someone with a hidden arrow.

A burst of blue light spread out from Li Xiuyuan's chest, followed by a faint purple energy, which combined with the starlight, slowly reorganized the young man's remains.

In the jade saucer space, the old man holding a elixir shook his head, poured the elixir into Li Xiuyuan's body, and sighed as he looked at the increasingly dense aura of chaos in the air.

"I have just completed the Phoenix Nirvana, and I can't wait to fight with others... No one in the sky or on earth dares to fight like you. Fortunately, I am here..."

With a wave of his hand, he threw the medicine residue in his hand into the river to feed the fish that never had enough to eat.

"He was injured this time at the wrong time..."

At this moment, the voice of the old Taoist priest came from the sky of Jade Disk: "It seems that I have to leave a message with him to teach him a lesson. It's not okay for him to be nosy wherever he goes."

The old man who went back to lie down under the tree was startled and said casually: "Only you can tell him about this matter. You have to control him, otherwise you won't be able to withstand his torture."

The old Taoist priest sighed and said with a smile: "I didn't expect that guy to be so vicious... It's good to have him see more clearly the dangers of human hearts in the world."

"What are the main arrangements next?"

The old man thought that Li Xiuyuan would go on an adventure to the Snowy Mountains after spring, and he couldn't help but worry. If something unexpected happened while he was out, it wouldn't be easy.

The old Taoist priest thought for a while and said, "Let him go. It won't work if he is kept under this abyss all the time. Maybe the forbidden land of the snowy mountains after the volcanic eruption will really allow him to find a chance."

"I think he was seriously injured this time, and his vitality was almost wiped out by the spiritual arrow..."

Thinking of Li Xiuyuan's tragic situation, the old man couldn't help but ask: "Master, do you want to give him no more of that purple energy?"

The old Taoist priest replied coldly: "You can't coddle him like this. This time, let him feel the fear between life and death. Neither you nor I will take action..."

"So, how many days will it take for him to wake up this time?" The old man thought that spring would start soon.

"Three days? Five days, it depends on God's will."

The old Taoist priest's voice gradually faded away: "I'm just warning him, don't risk your life in Xuanwu Continent. You have to be more careful in the future, don't risk your life with others."

...

In the bamboo shed outside the cave, Meng Shentong was holding a cup of spiritual tea, drinking it and laughing.

He stayed quietly in the bamboo shed for half an hour until he was sure that Li Xiuyuan's body in the cave had begun to slowly recover.

Then he looked at the starlight that filled the entrance of the cave and walked down the mountain with his hands behind his back.

Nalan Ruoyu and the others are probably still waiting for him to go back for dinner. He can't stay here forever.

Back in the Yaoguang Hall, Chen Xiaoyan and Xiao Ling'er had already put the food on the table.

Nalan Ruoyu looked at the expression on the old man's face and finally sighed softly. She looked at Xiao Ling'er and said, "The little guy is starving to death. Hurry up and eat."

Little Ling'er didn't pick up the chopsticks, but looked at the old man and asked, "Grandpa Meng, is my brother still alive?"

The old man sat at the table and looked at the three people in silence for a long time, then he smiled.

Pointing to the outside of the hall, he said: "The wind and snow in Tianyun Mountain have stopped..."

When Nalan Ruoyu heard this, she couldn't help but stand up and flew from the main hall to the door like a whirlwind.

In just a moment, an exclamation came from outside the hall: "Oh my God! Is this a miracle? Or is it God's will?"

After a while, Nalan Ruoyu walked out of the hall with his hands behind his back and a smile on his face. He looked at Xiao Ling'er and Chen Xiaoyan who were not confused and said with a smile: "What are you looking at? Eat quickly, that guy won't die that easily."

The old man sighed heavily and said: "If it's not God's will, then there must be a pair of mysterious hands that are silently arranging everything..."

Chen Xiaoyan looked at the happy expressions of the two of them, got up and fetched half a jar of the spiritual wine that Nalan Ruoyu had drunk, and quietly poured three glasses.

"Since senior brother is fine, let's celebrate a little."

This was the first time that Chen Xiaoyan made the decision for her master, because it was not until Nalan Ruoyu said that Li Xiuyuan was fine that she felt relieved.

Zhufeng only has three disciples, so naturally none of them can be left behind.

Xiao Ling'er looked at the expressions of the three of them and said thoughtfully: "Brother is so awesome. I'm afraid the senior brothers and sisters at the bottom of the mountain can't even think of it, right?"

Chen Xiaoyan's thoughts were different from Xiao Ling'er's. When she recalled the scene where her senior brother hit the ground with his sword on the high platform and the blood was stained on the high platform, she felt sad and couldn't help but shed tears.

No one paid attention to the mood of the three disciples of Zhufeng. Although Sima Jingyun was not here at the moment, she and Li Xiuyuan were the only ones on the top of the back mountain. In the last battle, the senior brothers in the Snowfield Holy Land were forced to use hidden arrows. Outsiders

It seems that Zhufeng’s senior brother is very powerful.

Only she knew that the senior brother had won very hard, and he had used his own life to win a glimmer of hope for Tianyun Mountain.

Nalan Ruoyu took out a silk scarf and handed it to her, saying softly: "This matter is not over yet. We haven't released any news. Neither of you should let go."

When Xiao Ling'er heard this, she nodded heavily: "Little Ling'er doesn't know anything, and neither does my sister. If you have anything, ask Sister Yuzun and Grandpa Meng..."

Meng Shentong was very happy, touched her head and said with a smile: "Just wait a few days, grandpa will take you to the back mountain to have barbecue."

"This is something to be happy about. At least the headmaster and Yuan Zun will no longer be able to command Li Xiuyuan to fight for Tianyun Mountain."

The old man sighed, picked up the wine glass in front of him and said, "You and I, my disciples, are like wild wolves from the wilderness. It's time for the sect's pampered disciples to panic and become anxious."

Nalan Ruoyu sighed: "Fortunately, Wang Qiang got a draw, otherwise I don't know what the final result would be."

The old man nodded, looked at Chen Xiaoyan and said, "Otherwise, he would not be worthy of the young lady of the Chen family."

Chen Xiaoyan immediately blushed upon hearing this, looked at the two of them and asked: "Master, how long will it take for senior brother to come back here?"

"I don't know, just let him be!"

Nalan Ruoyu took Chen Xiaoyan's hand and said quietly: "I can't believe that only a thousand years have passed. There is not a single man in the huge Tianyun Mountain!"

The old man sighed and said: "When spring comes, let the disciples in the sect go to Tianhuang Mountain in batches to practice. How will they grow without experiencing the hardships of life and death?"

Chen Xiaoyan was stunned, looked at Nalan Ruoyu and asked: "Master, are senior sister and I going too?"

"When the time comes, take this little guy with you!" Nalan Ruoyu said quietly: "And the little guy Ping An, the future training of life and death must start with children."

...

In the guest house, Ouyang Manxue was lying on the bed, looking extremely weak. Thinking that he would leave Tianyun Mountain tomorrow, he felt a sense of inexplicable loss in his heart.

Not to mention that the sect's expansion plan has nothing to do with her, even the disabled senior brother doesn't know how long it will take to return to his previous state.

She also thought that after spring, she would go exploring deep in the snow-capped mountains, and she didn't know whether the boy from Zhufeng in Tianyun Mountain was dead or alive at the moment.

I looked up and looked out the window. I don't know when the wind and snow in the sky had stopped, and the stars were shining all over the sky.

I couldn't help but murmur to myself: "Are you still alive? If spring comes, will you come to the Snowy Mountains?"
To be continued...