Article 819

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However, no matter what others say or think, the moment she learned that Xue Zhengyi died, she already had her intentions. She didn't know whether it was a sacrifice for love or something else. This woman's mind may not even understand herself so well in the end. In her whole life, is she grateful or loving to her husband? Has the love for Jiang Xi long since been wiped out? She can't really see through.

For many things in this world, there is no clear answer.

In the end, what she actually thought vaguely was just a poem she read by the window many years ago—

"But I will keep my eyes open all night, and repay my life for not showing my eyebrows."

At that time, she and Xue Zhengyi were newly married, and she also remembered the years spent in the lonely moon night when she was a girl. She looked out the window, the fog in Shu was always so thick, scattered and closed, as if no one swept away the white clouds all over the ground.

I don't know about heaven and earth.

When someone came over, she was in a trance, vaguely thinking it was Jiang Xi. But when a cold coat is draped over the shoulders. The dream woke up.

Because she knew that Jiang Xi would never know whether she was hot or cold.

Madam Wang turned her head around, the candles in the west window were on, and it was raining at night in Bashan.

The young and handsome husband is looking at him with a smile and scratching his head: "It's cold, be careful not to freeze."

The Danxin Hall is covered with a thick Du Ruo pattern carpet, which is Madam Wang's favorite floral pattern. Jiang Xi walked out of the room full of Du Ruohua, his expression was still indifferent, even more than usual.

"Squeak", pushing open the door.

He was about to leave here, but at the moment when he opened the door, he saw Xue Meng, whose face was white and motionless.

Chapter 287 [The Peak of Life and Death] Fate is difficult to escape

Jiang Xi did not say a word. Xue Meng did not speak.

After a long time, Jiang Xi's face was gloomy, and she said bluntly with a very uncomfortable expression: "Since you have heard it all, I don't need to say it again."

"..."

"You go to settle the funeral, according to the rules of life and death." Jiang Xi turned his eyes away, and he didn't even want to look at Xue Meng again, "Your mother is so lonely for me. I will wait for you at the foot of the mountain."

Xue Meng moved, but it was just meaningless.

His whole body's blood seemed to be drained, and just two or three movements of the finger joints exhausted all his strength.

Xue Meng looked straight at the deep Danxin Temple. The blood on the carpet was no longer so clear against the flames, but Xue Zhengyi was still lying on the ground. When he wasn't smiling, his features looked a little old, with distinct wrinkles and gray hair on his temples.

On the other hand, Jiang Xi is only less than thirty years old, and she will always be in her prime.

Xue Meng took a few steps forward slowly, then stopped.

"You go."

Jiang Xi looked back and saw Xue Meng's lonely back.

Xue Meng said: "I don't recognize you, you are not my father."

After speaking, the backhand slammed the door of the hall. After a while, Jiang Xi heard Xue Meng's hoarse and mournful crying intermittently, which was heartbreaking.

"..."

Jiang Xi stood in the cold wind for a long time until her hands and feet were cold, and then slowly walked down the mountain.

At the foot of the mountain, all the monks were afraid of the phoenix fire, and most of them dispersed. There are still a few disciples left in the only snow palace, including Mei Hanxue.

Seeing Jiang Xi coming out, following the etiquette, these Snow-Taking Palace juniors bowed to him with their eyes closed, and said in a low voice, "Sect Master Jiang."

Jiang Xi felt that the muscles on his face were very stiff, he pursed his lips, his brown pupils turned, and fell on Mei Hanxue, who was headed: "Aren't you going yet?"

Mei Hanxue is gentle and cool: "Wait for an old friend."

Jiang Xi understood who he was referring to and said, "He won't be able to get down for a while."

Mei Hanxue said: "I'll wait for a while, and I'll wait for three or four days. There's nothing left or right, so I'll leave it here." He paused and continued, "In addition, the head of Jiang. , let me bring it to you."

Full of manic depression and unable to vent, Jiang Xi suppressed and asked, "What?"

Mei Hanxue made a salute: "The palace lord is determined to no longer blindly follow the descendant of the gods, Tianyin Pavilion, nor to coordinate with the various gates of the upper cultivator world. Jiang Zhangmen is the head of all the immortal gates, and from now on, he plans to act by voting. You don't have to think about me stepping into the Snow Palace anymore."

Jiang Xi was silent for a while, but there was no expression on his face: "Are you going to be independent from the immortals?"

"It's scary to be alone." Mei Hanxue's eyes were still full of waves, with a smile, but her expression was a little cold, "However, blind obedience and so-called belief in gods are the most undesirable things."

Jiang Xi stared at him.

He felt angry, stuffy, and cold for no reason.

In the past, when he saw Nangong Liu sitting in this position, he only thought that many of Nangong Liu's decisions were ridiculous. But when he really came this far, he realized that many things were beyond his control.

Is it his original intention to dispose of ink burning?

Blindly listening to Tianyin Pavilion, is he sincere?

This time, he tried to dissuade him from the crusade against the top of the dead, but all the sects refuted, he is the head of the immortals, what can he do in the end? In the past, he could lead Gu Yueye to stay out of the way and have his own attitude. But when he stepped up to the throne, when Gu Yueye became the largest faction in the world, he found that he had nowhere to go back to the world.

He will eventually become the next Nangong Liu.

Jiang Xi closed his eyes and walked away without saying a word. Mei Hanxue knew that the book was due, so she made another salute behind him, and said lightly: "I respectfully send the head of Jiang, and see you again in the rivers and lakes.

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