The wind and snow whistled over, but when they reached the edge of the thick fog, they suddenly disappeared. The tall figure in the fog began to walk forward, out of the thick fog, and into the wind and snow.
The wide sleeves of the robe, the tall stature, and the eye-catching and famous bald head clearly indicated who this person who had suddenly stepped into the Kunlun Holy Land between the sky and the clouds was.
When Hakushin Jinkun first saw the tall and burly figure, his body trembled slightly. Then, his pupils shrank as he watched the man walk out of the fog. The wind and snow drifted down, but they couldn't get close to his body. Even the night seemed to be a little further away from him.
Then, he heard the bald man greet him with a smile. "Hello, Senior Brother!"
…
There was only one person in this world who was qualified to call Hakushin Jinkun senior brother. That person was also a Divine Transformation Stage Perfected Cultivator named Tian Lan.
The initial surprise on Hakushin Jinkun's face slowly faded, and his expression gradually calmed down. At this time, he even smiled slightly and nodded. "What a rare guest, Junior Brother."
With his hands behind his back, Tianlan casually walked forward. The falling snow silently melted and disappeared a few feet away from him, and there was not the slightest trace of footprints in the snow under his feet. If he hadn't seen this Divine Transformation Stage Perfected Cultivator in front of him, he might really have thought that he didn't seem to be on Winter Peak.
At this moment, this uninvited guest was looking around with some emotion. He looked at the strange snowy peak and said, "Isn't that so? I've never been to Winter Peak before. Actually, let me tell you, Senior Brother. Back when Master was still here, I wanted to come to Winter Peak to play. In the end, it dragged on until now. I actually haven't come here for so many years. "
A gloomy look flashed across Bai Chen's face. It was as if Tian Lan's words had pierced some unpleasant memory in his heart. He frowned slightly. But very quickly, his gaze moved past Tian Lan and landed on the back of the tall figure.
On the other side was the mist that Tianlan had just walked out of. It was thick and deep, and at the same time, it could be clearly seen that the thick mist was still slowly rolling and drifting, slowly dispersing on this winter peak.
Tianlan turned his head and looked at Hakushin Jinkun, saying, "Why, Senior Brother, don't you welcome me?"
Bai Chen indifferently said, "Aren't you here whether I welcome you or not? What does it matter? "
Tianlan laughed and clapped his hands. "You're right."
Bai Chen pondered for a moment before she turned her gaze slightly and looked to the other side. On this mountain peak, apart from the two strongest rulers in Kunlun Mountain, there was a third person.
Zhuo Xian.
From the beginning, this second disciple of Hakushin Jinkun had been standing at the side without saying a word. At this moment, when Hakushin Jinkun looked over, Zhuo Xian's face revealed a look of panic as if he wanted to say something to him.
Hakushin Jinkun wanted to say something but hesitated. Then, he shook his head slightly and sighed.
Although Zhuo Xian's Dharma was powerful, it was clearly a little difficult for Jin Dan Friar to face a Soul Formation Perfected Lord and ask his senses to detect the other party's traces.
Hence, he waved his hand slightly at Zhuo Xian, signaling him to step aside. Then, he turned to face Tian Lan. His expression became serious as he looked at his powerful and terrifying junior brother. "Alright, tell me, what do you want to do by coming here today?"
Tian Lan smiled. His expression was gentle, and he even reached out to touch his bald head, looking a little embarrassed. He said to Perfected Lord Bai Chen with a smile, "Senior Brother, back then, Master told me that he wanted to give this Winter Peak to me, and I really like this place very much. That's why I wanted to say this today. Why don't you give this Winter Peak to me?
He said with a smile.
…
Tiankun Peak, at the back of Zhengyang Hall.
Immortal Idle Month, who was still wearing a formal and solemn gown, sat in the side hall of the back hall, looking very dignified. At this moment, people were coming to the side hall one after another. Those who could come here were, of course, the highly respected Yuanying Immortal of the Kunlun Party.
Two rows of big chairs were lined up, but there were two main seats in the middle. Immortal Idle Month sat on one of them, and slightly behind him, there was another empty big chair, but at this moment, no one was sitting on it.
Those who came would often look at the empty chair, and then return to their seats with a complicated expression, remaining silent.
Dongfang Tao's seat was the last chair on the right side of this side hall. After coming in and greeting Immortal Idle Month, he sat here. At this moment, his expression also looked a little complicated. Occasionally, he would look up at Immortal Idle Month, and then quickly his eyes fell on several Immortal Yuanying Immortals sitting on the other side.
They were led by Qian Deng, Ming Zhu, and the others. Unlike the others who were scattered, Qian Deng, Ming Zhu, Guang Yang, and the others were clearly gathered together. But the most surprising thing was the fourth person walking behind Qian Deng and the others.
He was Masato Kihara, and also the leader of the Iron Branch of the Kunlun Party. In many cases, Masato Kihara's attitude was equal to the attitude of the only four Yuanying Immortals in the Iron Branch.
When he saw Muyuan Zhenren, who had been living a detached life away from worldly affairs, suddenly walk over and sit down in front of Thousand Lanterns Zhenren, Idle Moon Zhenren's face turned ugly for the first time.
After a while, seeing that the number of people in this side hall was quite large, roughly more than ten people, Qian Deng stood up and said to Immortal Idle Month, "Sect Master, I think there are enough people, should we start?"
Immortal Idle Month snorted, but coldly said, "There are still a few people who haven't come yet, let's wait for a while."
Qian Deng did not refute, only nodded, and after responding, he sat back down again.
At that moment, almost all of the Yuanying Immortals in this side hall had their eyes on the chair behind Immortal Idle Month.
Why hasn't he come yet?
Of course, Immortal Idle Month could also feel the strange expressions of the Yuanying Immortals, but his expression did not change in the slightest, as if he had a well-thought-out plan. He only smiled faintly.
On the contrary, Thousand Lanterns Mingyue and the others wore solemn expressions as they waited quietly.
… …
Outside the Zhengyang Hall, Su Qingjun stood quietly.
At this time, many of the disciples who participated in the daytime meeting had almost all left, and even the original Daoist children in the Zhengyang Hall, probably because the night was too dark and there was too much wind and rain, so no one appeared here.
Unconsciously, Su Qingjun found that in the large space in front of the Zhengyang Hall, she was the only one left.
The night was mournful and cold, and the wind and rain were still falling without any signs of stopping.
There was no one around, and the sky was also dark. Only a faint candlelight from the Zhengyang Hall illuminated a small area.
Su Qingjun looked at the sky, and for a moment, she could not tell the time, but she felt that it was about half an hour, but there was no movement in the Zhengyang Hall. After pondering for a while, she still decided to wait a little longer.
At this moment, she suddenly heard a sound of footsteps coming from the wind and rain in front of her.
Su Qingjun looked up, only to see that the sky was too dark, and in the cold wind and rain, it was difficult to see clearly. She could only vaguely see the vague figure of a man, slowly walking over.
Her heart suddenly felt a little nervous, and she reached behind her, holding the scabbard of the long sword. That figure gradually walked closer, all the way to the front of the hall, and then walked up the steps.
Su Qingjun was suddenly startled, because she knew this person.
It was He Yi.
Different from the handsome and elegant appearance of the past, at this moment, He Yi walking in the wind and rain didn't look quite right, his face seemed to have a trace of deep exhaustion, and his clothes were somewhat messy. Of course, walking in the rain without an umbrella, it was normal to suffer a little.
Under the eaves in front of the hall, the man and the woman looked at each other, each with a bit of vigilance, but after a moment, He Yi was the first to speak, and greeted Su Qingjun.
"Junior Sister Su." He Yi faintly called out to her.
Su Qingjun nodded, and said, "It's so late, Senior Brother He you still came here, is there something?"
Her attitude was not stiff, but her tone was still a bit cold, as if she still remembered Sumo's injury.
He Yi asked, "Aren't you also here?"
Su Qingjun said, "I want to wait for my master Masato Kihara. Senior Brother He, are you also waiting for that Dukon Zhenren? "After saying that, she thought for a moment, and said," Oh yes, I don't think I saw him this afternoon. "
He Yi smiled, and said, "Yes, my master is always elusive, so I'd better wait for him here."
Saying that, He Yi looked around, and then, unexpectedly unafraid of the wet and dirty, directly sat on the stone steps not far from him.
One must know, the previous storm was so strong, and the stone steps had long been wet.
Su Qingjun frowned, and took two steps to the side, as if intentionally or unintentionally distancing herself from He Yi.
Some words, no one said it out, but they could all feel, the alienation and a trace of hostility in each other's eyes.
Just like that, not knowing how long, He Yi suddenly opened his mouth, and said, "This night is so windy and rainy, when exactly will the sun rise?"
Su Qingjun looked at him, her expression indifferent, and replied, "It's still early!"
He Yi smiled bitterly, turned his head to look at the dark night sky full of wind and rain, and was lost in thought, even if the rain dripped on his body, he didn't care.
Su Qingjun snorted, after struggling in her heart for a few times, finally her face sank, and walked forward, directly into the wind and rain, and then left Zheng Yang Hall.
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