Zhao Ge: 131. Where is it from?

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"Gu's eighteen..."

Standing in the center of King Namu, before the gate of the temple, Bailishu held a golden longbow. He raised his head and looked at this magnificent temple-or the palace of the king. The black rock reveals a kind of heaviness and majesty. The stone pillars of the temple are carved with Chi Yan coiled in the image of a snake.

Standing in front of the dome, Bailishu didn't walk in immediately.

After the northwest gate was opened, the wind from all directions poured in from the gate and wandered through the streets and alleys of Shicheng. A slight cool breeze came.

The answer he was looking for was deep in the temple, but for a while, he didn't want to walk in.

Baili Liuxiang don’t know each other, and the secret is unknown. Bailishu actually knew what those people said about him. However, as he and Ye Qiusheng said, many people think he knows everything, but he prefers to know nothing.

The more you know, the more you will take on. Responsibility has never been like a rejection in the mouth. At the beginning, the person who walked out of the snow and took him away told him who he was, the head of the Baili family. So even if in the end, it turns out that that person had other purposes from the beginning, looking at the young children who treat him as a god, can he really let it go?

No way.

So, he is Baili Tanglin, the owner of Baili Patriarch.

It's just that, now, he finally has to figure out a question: Is he called Bailishu, or... Bailishu is him?

Baili Baili, Chaoge Baili, Muzhidongling.

The Baili of Dongling, the Baili of Jiuxuan, the Baili of Gu Clan... so many things in a trance. He woke up ignorant of his past and walked in the snowy night day by day. Then someone told him that he was the Patriarch of Baili in Tanglin, so he went back.

However, when he returned to the west from his illness, he opened his eyes and became a hundred miles away from Jiu Xuan.

The memory of Baili in Donglin is very clear, but after becoming Jiu Xuan Baili, there are other, trivial, familiar pictures that are constantly revived. He flipped through all the ancient scrolls in the library of books, read those historical records, true or false, and then clear and distant pictures appeared before his eyes.

Those pictures are so real, so real that they don't look like illusions, but like that is what he has witnessed and experienced personally.

So, Baili of Jiuxuanmen, is he...?

Bai Lishu held a long bow and stood alone in front of the temple. He was thin and pale. There was no one around, and finally there was a sense of loss and exhaustion in his eyebrows that could no longer be covered.

"Who am I?"

He asked in a low voice, looking dazed and sad.

The wind from all directions, vast, cold. The young man's toga flicked slightly.

Finally, holding the Golden Crow longbow, he walked into the black ancient temple.

The sound of the wind is far away, like a sigh.

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Nine Profound Gate, Biyong Pavilion.

The elders separated their seats in silence, and Yi Heping, the head of the Jiuxuanmen, sat on the top, also silent. The atmosphere in the main hall was very dull.

Standing in the middle of the main hall is a fat man, Liao Qian, wearing mourning clothes and the logo of the Kyushu bank.

His cultivation base is low, but standing in front of the Nine Profound Elders of the first sect of Xianmen, he still stands straight. Although he is still a fat man, he has already lost a lot of weight compared to when he was in Bingzhou, and the servants of the wind and dust rushed to the Jiuxuanmen master sect all the way.

In front of Liao Qian. There are a row of coffins.

The coffin is made of fine sandalwood, but in the final analysis it is just an ordinary coffin without any power. However, none of the elders of the Nine Profound Sects, the first immortal sect that has been well-known for a long time and cultivated for a long time, are willing, and none of them want to push away the coffins.

"Someone asked me to send his brother and sister back."

Liao Gan said hoarsely.

Yi Heping stood up and walked to the coffin. He stretched out his hand and slowly pushed open the lid of the coffin. In the coffin was placed a pair of white bones covered with good clothes, and a waist badge made of night iron was placed on the dry bone: dry vein Chen Yan.

The second mouth, the third mouth, the fourth mouth...

The hall is deadly silent. In the coffins, some bones are relatively intact, some have only a few bones, and some are intact corpses... Yi Heping slowly pushed away all the coffins with his own hands, and there was only half of the coffin. Block spirit card-that was the spirit card of the disciple of the Jiuxuan Shouta who originally stood on top of the Qingming Pagoda in Bingzhou.

Looking at these coffins, the Eight Immortal Sects, the head of the Jiuxuan Sect, the first one, Yi Heping saluted Liao Qian, the insignificant disciple of the Jiuzhou Qianzhuang.

"Thank you."

Yi Heping said softly.

Among the elders who silently stared at the coffins, He Zhou's father, He Qingchuan clenched his fists--he still couldn't understand Yi Heping.

He didn't care about himself as the head of the house, and thanked a disciple of a Kyushu bank, yet he was able to make the decision to sacrifice so many disciples without hesitation... What did he think? He Qingchuan couldn't understand him.

"And..."

Liao Gan’s voice was so hoarse that he tried to show a nonchalant look, but his fingers were shaking.

"One more."

Liao Gan raised his hand, and another sandalwood coffin was placed on the ground. With a pale face, he pushed open the lid of the coffin himself.

There are no corpses in the coffin, no bones, no waist tags, only a set of clothes.

"His name is Zhou Wen'an, a disciple who guards the tower in Binzhou. He didn't leave, and was still guarding the tower in the end." Liao Gan's voice was hoarse.

"He wants to accompany his brothers and sisters."

Yi Heping stood in front of this coffin and was slightly stunned.

——Master brother, the younger brother is guarding here, Jiuxuanmen... leave it to the brother.

——Brother, I understand.

……

"Enter the ancestral hall." Yi Heping quickly recovered his calm, and he ordered in a deep voice, turning around and leaving.

After leaving Biyong Pavilion, Yi Heping raised his head and closed his eyes in pain.

Nine Profound Gate, Nine Profound Gate.

The Nine Profound Gate of the unparalleled in the world, the Nine Profound Gate of the first immortal gate.

"Brother." Someone called him behind him, it was He Qingchuan.

He followed out.

Yi Heping stopped, but did not look back. Asked what was the matter, the voice was calm, there was no difference in peace.

"You..." He Qingchuan paused, but in the end he didn't ask the question he wanted to ask, and instead talked about another thing. "They have returned."

"Time is almost up." Yi Heping knew that he was talking about Hezhou and the others, "Let Hezhou know what he should know."

"It's almost time."

He repeated it again.