The first year of Jingyu, late summer and autumn.

After a large number of monks trekked, they came out of the Yumen Gate in the west, through the Gobi desert, across the western region, and came to the foot of Kunlun.

The land of the mountains, the land of the dragon veins.

From West Kunlun to the south of the land, they are all Daomen generational territory.

Like the former swords, all the five hundred miles around the 36 islands belong to the sword, and outsiders must not set foot without authorization.Only after the fall of the sword, no one obeyed this rule.

Today's door is also like this, once outsiders dare not easily step foot in the area, not only was set foot, but also more than one person, thousands of people flocked, pushed down the stone monument erected by the door, the piece fell to the ground, become fragmented, like today's door, the building will pour.

Above the occult, the master of teaching the real people is not there, and the death in the purple palace.Daomen disciples know that the teaching of the real people has gone down the mountain, life and death are unpredictable, and the disaster and the disaster are unpredictable, so this place, which once symbolizes the glory and majesty of Daomen, seems to have suddenly become a forbidden place that everyone can avoid.

In the night, the palace did not have a vigour candle on weekdays, a dark and sunken piece, and two figures walked among them, and the candlelight in one of them gently shook and jumped, not only did not illuminate too many places around, but made the shadows around them, and it seemed more and more dark.

The older woman's face was expressionless, walking in front with a candlestick, but his eyes were slightly dazed, and seemed to remember the long years of the past, and it seemed to be remembering someone who had worked together.

Behind her, a young woman with a sad face, half-low head, although she had tried to suppress, but still vaguely heard the sobs, one after another tears slipped from her cheeks, fell on the clothes, fell on the ground under her feet.

Until this moment, this great material that has made countless contemplators look up to is really like a woman her age, helpless and lonely.

When Murong Xuan opened a road to the inner room, she suddenly stopped and did not turn back, "Don't cry."

Her tone was somewhat untimely calm, unable to hear the sadness, nor could she hear too much fear, but revealed a little heavy from the calm.

Qi Xianyun stopped the very small sobbing, and looked up at her mother's back with tears.

Now she has only her mother.

Although Xuandu has not yet received the news, or several masters have known but not secret, but she is clear to see, Xu Beiyou with a sword pierced his father, completely out of his vitality, in other words, the mother and son sent back to the mother and son but left alone on the lotus peak of the father, is not fortunate.

And the murderer is still in this world, even the Heavenly Gate has been cut off by his sword, who can help him?

Every time I think of this, Qi Xianyun feels a desperate almost suffocating despair.

Qi Xianyun looked at Murongxuan's back and asked, "Mother, what are we going to do next?"

Murong Xuan still did not turn back, "live."

Three very simple and slightly cold words.

Qi Xianyun subconsciously repeated, “Live?”

With her back to her Murong Xuan nodded, "Xu Beiyou self-deprecation, he will not kill us with his own hands, but does not mean that others will not kill us, and now those who are besieging the door outside the occult, once they break through the occult, and do not say how the other people in the door, you and my mother and daughter are afraid that it is difficult to have a chance to live."

Qi Xianyun's eyebrows frowned, still some inconcredible, asked: "Mother thinks that these people can finally break the big battle of the occult?"

Murongxuan replied: "Xian Yun, under the premise that Xu Bei can't travel, of course, those people alone can't do it."Not to mention thousands of monks, even thousands of monks, it does not help.But you must know that the strongest city in the world has never been broken from the outside, and you will not understand what it is to push the wall, and what it is called that the building will fall."

The cloud fell into silence.

Murong Xuan finally turned around, held out his hand to remove the tears from her face, softly said: "Now the Daomen people have been dispersed, the reason why there is no real separation, one is because the end of the thousand years, one is because your father Yu Wei is still there, if he can overcome Xu's north tour, that is, the big picture is determined, not to mention these bluffing thousands of monks, that is, all the monks in the world will attack, there is no fear, no fear, the people of the door, the people of the world, the people of the door will be gathered, the people of the world, the people of the world..But once the news of his death comes, then the door will fall into the sky in an instant, people are afraid, and they will escape, and this seemingly insurmountable Xue will not break itself.”

Qi Xianyun hesitated, reached out and took his mother's back, and said gently: "Mother, don't worry too much, Xuandu has a dust master sitting in town, it should not be so."

The woman held her daughter's palm in her back hand, gently rubbed her face, and pulled the corners of her mouth, "clearing the dust?"If the dust is replaced by dust, then there may be some hope, but the person who can clear the dust is really embarrassing, he is a pastemaker, where the wind leaks, where the rain leaks, he can still make up for it, but if the beam collapses, then he can only be crushed to die under the beams."

He said, “Are we going to sit down?”

Murong Xuan shook his head and said, “That’s not necessarily.”

The cloud is ungrateful.

But Murong did not explain too much.

This Madame Murong, in place of the exercise of the authority of autumn leaves, is called too head-to-head, in charge of the Taoist for many years, naturally knows many secret things that are difficult for ordinary people to know.

For example, this Zixiao Palace, where the palm teacher is located, after the autumn leaves, will close the palace on its own, making it difficult for outsiders to take half a step, but Murongxuan can come in, it is precisely because they came here that no other person in the doorway has found traces.

And Murongxuan can not only enter, but also open the palace in many prohibitions, has been to the autumn leaf retreat in the inner room, can be said to look at the whole world, in addition to the past Taoist teaching, only she can do this.

Murong Xuan suddenly self-deprecated: "I have not taken the wrong step in my life, I have not taken the wrong step in my life, and I have lived comfortably, but in the second half of my life, it is a mistake, it is all a faint move, the only step that has not been wrong, probably I chose the right person."

Qi Xianyun looked at Murongxuan, “Is your mother talking about your father?”

Murong Xuan smiled, "Yes, I have chosen your father, no matter where the two of us go, what will be the evaluation of us in the future, he will not bear me in the end, I have not lost my mouth, I hope you can find such a good person in the future."