The elder sister sat on this road for a long time. This was a place she had chosen deliberately. No one would disturb her and no one would notice her. She just sat there, like a pine tree beside her, without moving a step.

In the hundred years at the academy, the elder sister had seen countless separations and deaths, many more tragic than this. But Xia Xiao and Shu Shuang were too special, and the elder sister was puzzled by the strength of the woman in the dark. She couldn't figure out why she was so strong, why didn't the vice-president and other five veteran masters sense her existence? She felt that there was something fishy going on, but she couldn't figure it out.

When the urgent call came from the top of the mountain, the eldest sister turned into a peach blossom petal and gently fell on the road, like a mark. With this strength, she can have billions of clones, but when she concentrates or fights, she still needs to gather the clones into one.

In the foothills, Xia Xiao's story has spread. He has been in a coma for a day and a night, and now it is said that he has woken up!

The students of Daxia hadn't gathered together for a long time, but what they discussed was how to comfort Xia Xiao, not how to protect themselves or deal with Nanshang. As a well-deserved genius among his classmates, Xia Xiao had always been a figure they often mentioned, and they had always been proud or envious of him, but never as sympathetic as they were at this moment.

Whether out of sympathy or sympathy, they all wanted to help Xia Xiao, but after a long discussion, there was no conclusion. Su Huan, who knew Xia Xiao better, asked everyone to disperse and stop doing this useless work. She knew that Xia Xiao, who was upset, didn't want to say over and over again that he wanted to be quiet, and didn't want to say that he was fine and didn't need to worry about that kind of nonsense.

In Si Qingling's mind, Xia Xiao was always cold and lonely, occasionally smiling evilly, showing inexplicable confidence. That face, which could only be considered handsome, was often cautious, showing the qualities of the people of Daxia to the fullest. But what expression should he have now?

Xia Xiao was calmer than Si Qingling and Su Huan thought, and also sadder than they thought. He had a blank expression on his face, his eyelids drooped, and his eyes were filled with sorrow. On the huge meadow, his tears gradually dripped, splashing a brilliant light. Xia Xiao recalled the scene when he and Shu Shuang first walked up the mountainside, and the big red umbrella that Shu Shuang held for him. She liked that umbrella very much, and brought it here from Daxia.

Even though the sky was clear and sunny today, Xia Xiao was in the pouring rain. He felt as depressed as a peach leaf in late summer. He looked at the rotting peaches on the ground and wanted to let them go, but he could not break free from the branches and escape his life.

The necklace around his neck was very light, but Xia Xiao felt as if he was wearing a thousand-pound piece of steel. He couldn't help but lower his head to look at his black shoes, which had two white lines sewn on them.

In the past, others said that Shu Shuang was like Xia Xiao's little maid, helping him with everything. Although Xia Xiao admitted that Shu Shuang was capable, he didn't want to belittle her. She was clearly a little princess of the First Church, so why did she become a little maid in his place? He was not a domineering mountain bandit king. Now thinking back, other people's opinions were indeed based on some facts. Shu Shuang was like a little maid, and she sewed two white horizontal lines on his shoes.

Xia Xiao has always disliked decorating herself too much. If she was going to fight, she wouldn't even want to wash her face, and blood would splatter everywhere. Why would she rush to dress herself up? Shu Shuang was different. She was a little girl, and she thought of ways to add some simple decorations to Xia Xiao. The two white lines under the ankles of her black shoes were one of her masterpieces.

Shu Shuang's shadow can be seen everywhere in the alleys of the town. She would walk quietly, with an elegant and natural gait, and inadvertently became a character in the ink painting of heaven and earth.

The black tiles and white walls were simple, but Xia Xiao paused. How should he explain this to his master? How should he make himself feel at ease and continue practicing?

The living room was too small, and Xiao Ran looked too big. She looked at Xia Xiao expectantly. But he just made a hand seal, then went back to his room and closed the door.

Xiao Ran wanted to knock on the door and ask him to eat something, as he hadn't had any food or water for a long time. But Ju Mang blocked her way, and his intention was obvious.

"He called us out just to keep you company. This is his last act of kindness. Don't disturb him."

Ju Mang's tone was very gentle, but Xiao Ran still felt bad. She was also distressed when Shu Shuang left, but she couldn't be happy when Xia Xiao was like this. Huo Dou, who was usually very carefree, had no intention of eating today. The dishes on the table were delicious, but they didn't feel like what Shu Shuang made. They had all tasted Shu Shuang's cooking skills. When he thought that he would not be able to taste it in the future, Huo Dou shook his head and let out a very low, irritated sigh from his throat.

Xiaoyu was crying at the door, and when she saw Ju Mang floating over, she quickly swam to the courtyard. She turned her back to everyone, not wanting them to see her crying, but her tears were like pearls falling on a jade plate, making a crisp sound.

Ju Mang, Huo Dou and Xiao Ran, the three beasts stood on their own, and did not come behind Xiao Yu to comfort her, because they were all thinking deeply and worried.

Xiaoyu always had someone to accompany her. After crying for a long time, she went to hug Huodou's tail. Although he was impatient, he didn't get angry with her as usual. Xiaoyu couldn't hug Shushuang anymore, so she could hug him if she liked.

There was no sound in the courtyard or the room. Xia Xiao leaned against the door, staring at the corner of his desk. He had too many memories of Shu Shuang. She had cleaned everything in the room herself. Every time he wanted to do it himself, Shu Shuang always said that she should spend more time and energy on cultivation. As a result, after so much time, he seemed to be ahead of Shu Shuang, but in fact he still had no ability to protect her.

Holding the small disc and tied with a red string, Xia Xiao sat alone until dusk, and then until dark. The stars were shining brightly outside the curtains, but Xia Xiao's eyes were dull and his expression was wooden.

The bloodshot in his eyes had not yet disappeared, but it had become even heavier. Xia Xiao sat there, without any consciousness, like an empty shell of flesh, his spirit gone with Shu Shuang.

In the past, at this time, Xia Xiao would sleep soundly, either with Shu Shuang in his arms or feeling her breath. But now, the other room was cold and empty.

Xia Xiao lowered his head and lost the desire to drink. He stayed like this until dawn, straightened his clothes, and washed his face with cold water.

The four beasts stood at the door and watched him leave, but Xia Xiao suddenly stopped and said coldly:

"Xiao Ran, I will take you back to the forest tomorrow. I'm really sorry for not protecting Shu Shuang well."

Xia Xiao's voice was a little hoarse. He didn't seem to be going to a funeral, but to bury himself. His shoulders were softer than usual, and his spirit was depressed.

"I don't want to go back."

When Xiao Ran said this, Xia Xiao had already walked away, so she could only speak to herself and Ju Mang. Suddenly, she thought of an idea.

"Can I sign a spiritual contract with Xia Xiao? I want to continue Shu Shuang's mission and protect him."

"He has the complete five elements in his body and cannot accept external things."

If Xiao Ran knew Shu Shuang's desire to protect Xia Xiao the most, then Ju Mang knew Xia Xiao's thoughts the most. So, he said:

"Don't tell Xia Xiao about this idea, otherwise he will feel even worse."

Xiao Ran felt that this was the most difficult moment in her life, at least for now. Shu Shuang was gone, and Xia Xiao didn't want to keep her by his side, so she had no choice but to go back. Since the moment she left the tribe, she had been prepared to be alienated, but now her heart tightened and she was a little afraid to face it. How would her mother, sister, and many elders laugh at her as a loser?

Xia Xiao was upset, Xiao Ran was upset, Ju Mang, Huo Dou and Xiao Yu were all upset, and the entire academy was caught in an extremely sad and extremely irritable atmosphere that could not be escaped.

At the foot of the mountain, Xia Xiao watched Fang Hai and another female teacher holding a wooden box and walking on the transparent road in the air. All the students in the foothills followed them. They had all taken classes from Mother Star Dragon and had been taught by him. Senior Ganar was no stranger to them. Xia Xiao walked behind the teacher and in front of many students, but he did not feel proud at all.

Next to the college, there is a small mountain, only as high as the mountainside, but it is always shrouded in thick fog and cannot be seen, so it is as mysterious as Tongtian Peak. At this time, this transparent road leads there.

There are hundreds of students, none of whom have ever been here before. This is the first time, but it will definitely not be the last. In the future, they will come here often, but their heavy hearts will only increase, not decrease.

Hundreds of students followed the teachers into the special cemetery of Ningshen College. Countless teachers were buried here, and some students also stayed here, silently looking at the college not far away, guarding it in this silent way.

The crowd dragged like a long stream, passing by countless stone tablets. These densely packed stone tablets recorded the bravery and talents of their owners, as well as the time of admission. Several circles of round numbers represented different lengths, and also implied potential dangers.

Hu Bugui also attended the funeral today. As the most senior person, he read out the deeds of Mother Star Dragon and Ganar as a senior. The deeds started off easy, talking back to the instructor a few times and stealing wine from the cafeteria a few times. Later, they performed the first-class mission and created glory. After that, they walked up the mountainside, and there were many other extremely exciting things.

In the students' minds, teachers hold a very high position and are rarely tarnished. But from Hu Bugui's mouth, they understand that their respected teacher was once like them, with many ideas, a little rebellious, and even did bold things that they dared not do.

These new understandings did not reduce the students' respect for the teachers, but made them yearn for the life on the mountainside of the college even more. When looking at Xia Xiao, there was even more envy. Since he and Shu Shuang, no one has walked up the mountainside. But this envy comes with a heavy price, and Xia Xiao would rather not have it!

"Three minutes of silence for the departed faculty."

Hu Bugui lowered his head after he finished speaking, and Xia Xiao did the same. He squinted his eyes and glanced at the urn under the soil. It was buried, covered by the soil that floated up on its own. Xia Xiao also seemed to be lying in a pit, and the soil around him was pulled up to his chest by his hands. He buried himself under the soil and sent himself to hell.

Xia Xiao was already in a trance, and now it was even more chaotic. His pupils were red and purple, and looked a little cloudy. But he was only sixteen years old, how could he have experienced so much?

The crowd around him moved back and forth, as if he was drunk and erratic. Xia Xiao stood there, looking at them until he was dazzled. The double images were as strange as ghosts. The sounds in his ears became louder and louder, hitting his brain, but getting farther and farther away. In the end, Xia Xiao had a long ringing in his ears and was almost deaf. His mind was spinning, and there was only the mud sticking to his face.