Chapter 867

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Moss grows on the steps, and bamboo trails in the mountains.

Xue Meng was panting and running in the bào rain, and in front of him was a dream-like wet world.

In this place, Mrs. Wang once under the lotus hoe, watched a peony bloom. In that place, Xue Zhengyi was once majestic, and when he returned from a battle, he immediately shot. Xue Meng walked through Baishimen, saw the teacher bowing his head and groaned, ran past the hero column, saw the ink burning looking at the moon, and he saw the bustling disciples returning from get out of class in the wind and rain, and the laughter on the bridge was like yesterday.

He hurried forward as fast as he could escape, like a tiger hurling into the forest. Then he caught a glimpse of an old peach tree in the corner of his eyes. He saw his young self kneeling under the tree three times and nine kowtows. He raised his head with a smile, and said to Chu Wanning, who was fluttering in white in front of him:

"Disciple Xue Meng, I have worshipped Master."

Suddenly closed his eyes.

There are too many past events on the top of life and death, and each one burns him. How splendid the fire used to be here, how sad the ashes are now.

Xue Meng went all the way, the wind and rain were swirling, and the old people were wasted.

"Don't follow me...don't let me see this again..."

He murmured, walking through those ghostly shadows, abandoning his armor and fleeing from his high-spirited youth. When he stood on the top of the mountain, he was soaked with rain. Like a phoenix with withered wings, trembling slightly.

cold.

The bones were frozen to ice.

He squinted his thick eyelashes and looked at the distant palace, where the candlelight was dim. This is the pinnacle of death and life in the previous life. When I came to assassinate last time, I didn't look carefully...

Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of three graves standing in front of the Tongtian Tower, which was closer.

It was something he had never seen in his own sect. He couldn't help but go and look at it. Of the three tombs, one had the word "Queen of Oil Explosion" chiseled, and the other was flattened, and the stone tablet fell to one side.

The last one is very old.

There was a vague shadow in front of the tomb, standing alone.

The man's robe was stained with blood, and his sleeves reached the ground. Standing in front of the tomb, he raised his hand and rubbed the writing on the tombstone.

Xue Meng was shocked, his head seemed to be punctured by a feather arrow, and the blood all over his body was rushing to the head at this moment, he shouted: "Ink burning!"

Then he remembered that the Dragon City was broken. It was broken in the last battle with Emperor Ta Xian.

The man who turned his back to him didn't seem to hear any sound, but slowly leaned down in front of the tombstone, as if an extremely exhausting journey had finally come to an end, Xue Meng saw him put his forehead against the cold stone. face, rubbing lightly.

Xue Meng's palm ignited a fire, and orange light splashed.

He recklessly slashed towards Ta Xianjun's back and attacked——

"boom!"

There was a loud bang, and the fire didn't hurt anyone, only the old mossy monument was broken.

Xue Meng was startled and looked around, but what stepped on the Immortal Emperor, what a black figure, no one - nowhere.

The rain around him was pouring, and the trees fell in a daze, as if he was the only human figure left in the sky and the ground. But the shadows of the trees whirled and the sound of the wind chirped, and it seemed that thousands of troops were lurking in the dark forest and in the strong grass, curling up with armor and holding a pillow to wait.

"Treading the Immortal--! Stepping on the Immortal!!"

He roared, and the sound was instantly crushed into powder by the thunder.

Did you read it wrong?

How could it be wrong? It's clearly such a clear back, obviously standing here just now, obviously that person reached out and touched the stone tablet, on the stone tablet...

Suddenly stopped.

Xue Meng leaned over and raised his hand to slowly pick up the broken and fragmented monument that was smashed by himself. He picked up half of it, and it was like an ice cave in an instant!

On the tablet was written:

The Tomb of the Master Chu Wanning

whose tomb? what tomb? ! ! !

Xue Meng jumped up suddenly, staggered back, and the lightning white light illuminated his miserable face, Xue Meng shook his head and murmured: "No...no...what's going on...how is it possible?"

He swallowed, trying to calm himself. He squatted in the same place and breathed for a while, then reluctantly recovered, and squinted his eyes to take a closer look at the tombstone.

The body of the monument is already very mottled, at least for more than ten years, and it is not new. There are different depths of chisel marks on the monument, it seems that something was originally engraved. Later, someone polished off the original handwriting and re-engraved these seven characters.

Master.

The tomb of Chu Wanning.

Is this the tomb of the master from the previous life?

Xue Meng's lips were blue and he was shaking all over. He didn't know if it was sadness, anger, fear, or something else in his chest... He buried his face in the palm of his hand, wiped away the wet rain, and his mind was numb.

So, in that future that he didn't know, what kind of love and hatred was there?

He didn't know, just like he didn't know what was engraved on this stone tablet, and for what reason, who changed the inscription.

I don't know.

Xue Meng slowed down for a while, but when he opened his eyes, he saw that the black and golden shadow appeared again. This time it was even closer, and the roaring mountains, rivers, dragons, and tigers roared with gold thread embroidered on the robes were so clearly visible.

The figure looked like something between a soul and a living person, neither fully alive nor fully soul. The man looked at the Tongtian Tower from afar, and Xue Meng heard him whispering softly: "Master, you... take care of me."

The sound is ethereal, like a dream.

"I'm going home, I'm going home."

He said, but there was a hint of daze and daze in his tone, "I'm going home..."

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