Volume 2, Chapter 286 This is not the end, but the beginning.
Thunder rumbled and purple lightning raged in the sky.
The top of the main peak of Broken Sword Mountain.
It is a flat land that has been leveled, neatly and tidy.
There are five stone tablets standing on it, which are also five tombs.
They are all the burial places of immortal masters of all generations.
And today, a new tomb stands on it.
The heavy rain was still falling, and seven figures stood in the rain in front of the stone tablet.
I let the heavy rain hit my face and wet my hair, as water drops fell and dripped onto the ground, creating a few potholes.
Their eyes were slightly red, but no tears could be seen, but their faces were full of water.
Newly engraved on the stone tablet.
Broken Sword Mountain, the tomb of the sixth generation sword master, Baili Xun.
This was a funeral, a funeral that couldn't be simpler.
The seven people had different feelings, but they were undoubtedly heavy.
I don’t know how long it took.
The rain stopped, the clouds cleared, the thunder disappeared, and everything was silent.
The stars shine, everything comes to life, and night falls.
A crimson aurora surged into the sky and hung like a curtain on the horizon.
At this moment, countless people looked up at the sky, and seeing this scene, their eyes were full of curiosity.
The crimson aurora is different from the blood-red aurora, one means being on the list, the other means the fall of the Immortal Emperor.
They were curious about which emperor had died.
Although there are many powerful Immortal Emperors, few of them die.
Therefore, the fall of an emperor is just as shocking as his appearance on the list.
[Changhe Realm Book·Immortal Emperor List·Human Volume]
[In the middle of summer, it rained heavily. In Broken Sword Mountain, the emperor was found hundreds of miles away and fell.]
[The Immortal Emperor Ranking has changed, and the number of Heavenly Emperors in the human world is 139. ]
Just three lines of words told the world that an emperor had fallen.
People were shocked and talked about it.
Baili Xun, who fought against forty-one emperors and remained undefeated a year ago, died today. This made them unable to understand.
You know, the forty-one emperors on that day included Ling Wanxiang, who was the number one in the human world. Even with such a lineup, they couldn't kill him. Then why did he die today? Or who did it, and who could kill him?
This is something the world cannot understand.
"How is this possible..."
"Who did it?"
"Maybe he died on his own."
"Can your emperor die on his own?"
In the Heavenly Palace, Ling Wanxiang laughed loudly towards the sky, his voice was crazy.
"Hahahaha... Baili Xun, you're finally dead. You're really strong enough to hold on. Broken Sword Mountain will eventually perish. This is just the beginning."
Soon a woman appeared behind him, with long hair draped over her shoulders, charming and enchanting. The hem of her chiffon skirt danced in the wind. Her long, slender legs were white and tender, and her breasts were voluptuous and looming.
She came up behind Ling Wanxiang, hugged him directly, and said softly, "Congratulations, Immortal Master, you have one less strong enemy."
"Hahaha, my little darling, why are you here?"
The woman's eyes shone, "I want..."
"Hahaha, come on then, hurry up and give me a little immortal master, hahaha..."
Far away in Jidao, Ye Qingfeng also saw this scene and couldn't help shaking his head.
"I wonder how many young people are left in the Baili family. Even this little guy is dead. Sigh."
Dahei was still chewing as he said calmly, "This is the only descendant of the Baili family. From what I know, he once swore that he would not marry until Broken Sword Mountain was revived. So, if nothing unexpected happens, none of Brother Jian's descendants will be left."
Qingfeng's expression became even more indifferent, "Ah...I'm sorry, Xiaojian."
"You've let down so many people, including those empresses..."
Inside Broken Sword Mountain.
Qiqi still fell asleep early. It rained today, so the little guy covered himself with the quilt very tightly.
For the rest of the people, this long night was destined to be one of tossing and turning.
Baili Mu was lying on the grass.
Baili Rou sat in front of the window.
Baili Jianhan wiped his sword.
Baili Qianqiu sat on the roof.
They all looked at the distant sky, the bright moon and stars on it.
People always look up at the night sky when they are feeling sad or missing someone.
Today's night sky is exceptionally bright, perhaps because of the rain.
Compared to the quiet starry sky and the quiet people, there are different movements in the four areas of Broken Sword Mountain. The croaking of frogs and the chirping of cicadas are extremely noisy, but there is a different kind of beauty. They seem to be singing a piece of music in chorus. If you think it is too noisy, you probably won’t be able to understand it.
In the summer after the rain, everything is full of vitality, except for people's hearts, which are dead and lifeless.
Ye Tingmu was still wiping the long sword in his hand, looking at the bright moon above his head, and occasionally drinking a glass of wine, drinking alone until he was drunk.
The sword is very good, I can't put it down.
The people are very nice and I don’t want to leave them.
He knew that the last emperor of Broken Sword Mountain had left, and everyone knew it, but one day, he would use the sword in his hand to tell the world that Baili Xun's death was not the end, but the beginning.
He will continue to move forward with Baili Xun's unfinished dream.
He wanted the Broken Sword Thirteen Peaks to no longer be filled with the cries of chickens, ducks and sheep, but to be filled with disciples and the cry of swords reaching the sky.
He thrust his sword into the stone wall he was facing during his training.
"I will not draw this sword until I become a Xuanxian."
Then he took out a jade flute and placed it to his lips.
The sound of the flute echoed all over the place.
The sound is like reeds, slow and leisurely.
When the sound of the flute was heard by everyone, Sun Ci glanced sideways and leaned towards Ye Tingmu unnaturally following the sound of the flute.
The sound of the flute is beautiful, but it is a little too sad.
When the song ended, the long flute left his lips, and Ye Tingmu recited aloud facing the cold moon in the sky.
"Leaves and flowers make the same sound, catkins scatter and dance in the breeze, clouds float and the bright moon covers its face, a gentle song sends the last life..."
The sound is clear and resounding, echoing through the night sky and between heaven and earth.
Baili Xun’s death was a huge blow to Broken Sword Mountain, but at the same time, his death also inspired everyone.
At this moment, they knew very well that without the protection of their master, they needed to become stronger.
Baili Qianqiu stopped playing around all day and started practicing seriously.
The same was true for Baili Mu. As for Baili Jianhan, he didn't listen to a word his master said before he died, and still chose to go into seclusion. Moreover, this kid wanted to stay in seclusion until he died, and he would not come out until he entered the fairyland.
Even the eldest sister who was always talkative has become silent now. The only one who is not affected is Xiao Qiqi, who is still playing carefree and running around the mountains and streams.
Ye Tingmu also began his own practice.
Time passed day by day.
Spring goes and autumn comes, cold winds and scorching heat, year after year.
The leaves in the mountains turned yellow twice, and Qiqi grew half a head taller.
Broken Sword Mountain remained unchanged as usual.
In the early morning of autumn, the wind is slightly cold. When the sun sets, the forest is dyed red and the whole mountain is covered with red.
There are still the sounds of roosters crowing all over the mountains and sheep bleating all over the fields.
Ye Tingmu suddenly opened his eyes, and a stream of air spread out.
A halo appeared behind him, and he smiled slightly, saying, "Finally, it's done!"
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