Chapter three hundred and sixty-two, after the war

Wang Qi nods noiselessly, WAN moring hands over a head that is wrapped by Jin Pa.

"This... ... " Ann seven Xuan Lips non-stop shake, tears can not restrain the moment spurt out, just want to use the hand to take, only to find his arms have been gone. "I don't know how sad it would be if the master knew. GOUGY's is his favorite... "

"Go with Huang he... "

After a long time, an Qixuan took a deep breath and said slowly. They settled GOUGY's body in silence, then sat silent, in tears.

"The ancient guitar died with an old Orion. " Wang Qi hands cold nebula a transparent silk thread, each end of which is connected with a brass ring, "He must have been careless. I didn't know a mortal could do such a thing. He didn't even... He didn't even leave a whole body. "

The Cold Nebula seemed not to hear him, but lay erect, its eyes staring blankly into the sky, its hands full of the tenacity, the sharpness of its touch, its sudden strength of some unknown origin, he stood up and frantically threw away the weapon that had taken Gougy's life, then rushed forward and cradled his head wrapped around it in his arms, crying loudly.

"Ah, AH, Jill... my Jill... Woo Woo Woo. "

Slowly, with trembling hands, he lifted the veil, and Gugi's face appeared again, with a smile still on his lips, and the same mischievous look, the same mask he had worn at the battle, dancing in the shadow of the fire.

"I'm sorry to you... my master... I'm sorry to you... "

PUT GOUGY's head and body together, toward the remains of Gugi, cold nebula mouth kept nagging, as if the spirit of some abnormal, Ann Qi Xuan and others look not quite right, hurry to come and persuade.

"Master, I am no longer with you. I am sorry for your loss. If anything happens to you again, what will we do? "

Chen Peng and Pan Rong and others wake up one after another, together kneel down in front of cold Nebula, hard to persuade.

Wan mo-ning followed him to his knees, "Master, this should not have been said by a little girl, but what you need to do now is to get over your sadness as soon as possible. Now that we are here, the situation is not yet clear. We need to get in touch with Zhao Liangde as soon as possible. Otherwise, there will be more disasters from the mountain, and it is absolutely unreasonable for everyone to be injured in the present situation! "

Her words had the effect, Cold Nebula stopped the sad sound, dark pupil in a ray of colorful flash, MINGJI heart talent flow again, the reason also gradually recovered.

"denow, send out another warning firework, and keep it on the seven corners. "

"Yes! " Chen Peng from an Qixuan waist storage bag, out of fireworks, to the top of the hill put.

"The SHANDU gate is surrounded by thousands of monks, including Jin Dan, how can there be so many people out there? Zhao Liangde may not have good intentions in arranging us here. When I saw him this time, I tried my best to get him to explain! "

An QIXUAN's arms look like to be long for ten days and a half months, gnash teeth and say, also don't know is painful, or gas.

The fireworks went off one by one until they were all quiet.

"Master... This? " Chen Peng grimaces to see toward cold Nebula.

"keep playing. When the alarm goes off, use the kind you use to communicate with the Daemon Gate. The more strength you have, the more hope you have. "

After the war, everything seemed to be far away, not a cloud in sight, not even a bird. The effect of the fireworks was greatly reduced in such a clear sky, until the firework which was in contact with the Daemon Gate was almost over, and at last the broad, flat figure of the silverbacks was seen in the horizon.

As soon as anchih-hyun and the giant skate fell, he jumped up in a huff. Even Leng Xingyun could not be dissuaded. When Yunwu men and others carried the bodies of Gugi and Huang he up, he stood still and did not rush to settle accounts with Zhao Liangde.

The Cold Nebula was a little strange to his reaction, but the sight of the back of the skate made it clear that there were countless bodies lying around, covered in the Munekado's fabric, and that there were fewer than fifty people alive, it was either a dull face, sitting quietly by a pile of corpses, or holding a corpse, crying loudly, the scene is extremely sad.

"This... "

See so miserable, Anqixuan which also have reason to find Zhao Liangde accounts, had to pick up the mood, silently find a space, the body of the same door will be parked well, cold Xingyun hurried into the hall to find Zhao Liangde.

Once inside, the hall was filled with guests who had long since disappeared. Laughter and laughter filled the hall. There were also dozens of corpses, most of them belonging to the Zhao family, and the bodies of the flesh-streaked architect had been thrown into a corner at random, even the coverage of things are not, alone, and no longer alive when the rampant and strong.

Zhao Liangde is still sitting in the old seat, is bent body daze, as if the old twenty years, a few days, hair white beard, cold Nebula came in, he only raised his eyelids.

"Here you are... alive, alive, better than anything... "

He seemed so tired that he slowly opened the body beside his feet. It turned out to be Geb, who had helped raise the spirit fish in the gate of clouds and mist, and later defeated Zhao Teng, an Qi Xuan, in the ring. He lay still, his body covered with stitches, and he died a violent death.

"They've all left me... I. . . I can't take care of you now. I'll send you back to our home. In return... I'll let you know. AHEM... "

Zhao Liangde unexpectedly also received not light injury, say a few words on the violent cough, cold Nebula see his appearance, really don't know what to say good, but comforted each other a few words, and then take leave.

Chen Peng and others have already made inquiries outside. It turns out that there is still a sixth monk who built the base hidden in the mountain gate. He is a true genius who is regarded as the future hope of the sect. He does not show up at all and does not live in the mountain, this time, the man just chose the direction of Zhao Liangde's defense to break through the encirclement. Although he was besieged and killed, he took away countless lives here. There was even a Zongmen who covet Zhao Liangde's promise of heavy profits. More than 30 people died to the last one, it's a hell of a lot worse than cloud gate.

"Ah! So, we are the luckiest... " Cold Nebula looked at the bodies of Gougy and Huang he and said slowly: "So, or first go back to the mountain gate, will bury them properly, and then make plans... "

Back at Yunwu Gate, everyone could no longer hold on. They closed the door to heal their wounds. Yu Jing had nothing else to do but wait on the crowd. In the shrine where the tablets of the past masters were kept, they parked the bodies of Gougy and Huang He, and immediately flew to Heihe Square, he called Chunpang back.

"over there in Shenling, the coffin is ready-made, and the ground behind the altar on the back of the back hill is an excellent place for burial. Do you see this funeral? "

When Cheng Fatty got the news, he first came to visit the cold Nebula and Wan Mo Ning. Then he didn't care about anyone else. He kept busy, picking out a coffin and choosing a burial site. He was almost ready before and after. Then he came to look for the cold Nebula, i didn't even have time to wipe the tears off my face.

"It's up to you. Don't let them down... "

Cold Nebula in the Cheng fat under the help, strong to sit up. "I'll go and see them again... "

"Master, take a rest. Leave it all to me. I am useless and can only do these things. Take a rest and leave it to me. "

Hear Cheng Fatty this words of abandon oneself, cold Nebula in the heart a pull, want to cry again, but tear a drop all can not flow out, seem to have already drained, deep Languor pour into the heart.

"Don't say that. Fate is unpredictable. Everyone has his own way of meeting people. I'm even sadder when you do that... "

"Yes, I won't say it... "

Cheng Fatty promised, holding the Cold Nebula, and moved step by step to the altar. Outside the door, he could hear the low sobbing of Yujing. He looked at the bright light inside, and saw the cold Nebula come in, wiping his tears with his sleeve, and presented several relics of the two of them, the storage bag that Cheng gave him, some low-level ritual instruments and Fu Zhuan, and other commonly used items were only a book taken from the arms of Gugi, which cold Nebula had never seen.

"The monkey body method... "

Cold Nebula will open the book, the title page says 'Cloud Gate Guji, in a year, a month, a day in a cloud door' .

"after the last battle, when the monks of the Daemon came to him for advice, he wanted to create a new style of Kung Fu, but he hadn't finished it yet. "

Yu Jing and Gougy spent more time together and explained the details. Cold Nebula stroked the book as if the Guji were still alive and living in the book. Open it up and read it carefully. The handwriting was all Gougy's. His handwriting was very distinctive, the turning is extremely nimble, but the pen dint slightly appears young and tender, the structure is very loose, most is easy to recognize. But only half of the book was finished, and the further I went, the more perfunctory it became.

"You see this child, or this monkey temperament, everything is only half done. "

Cold Nebula shook his head, trying to hold back a helpless smile, but suddenly remembered that Gougy had gone, the result is even more ugly than crying, more bitter, had to change the topic, asked: "The Golden Monkey? "

"Mohnyin said they didn't see the monkey when they were cleaning up Guji's body, " Cheng replied.

"after all, we are animals who don't know how to raise them, " cold nebula sighed. "Mohnyin has suffered greatly from following us this time. She is very good. Without her, we wouldn't have come back alive. You must treat her well in the future... "

Cheng Fatty naturally should be, thought about, asked: "This funeral, should not invite the Wang, Chu, Zhao people to come? "

"No, just the rest of us. We'll send them ourselves. No outsiders... "

Cold Nebula source damage, the most difficult to maintain, say a few words, they feel tired, slowly in the ancient, yellow two people sitting next to the body, to help them Tuck in the blanket, and added A. "In the future, I do not invite outsiders, you send, I am very happy. "