As the powerful people in the Snow God Palace left, everyone in the Sword Sect looked sad, their eyes were dim, and their hearts were sad for a long time and they couldn't calm down.

Tang Zixuan's delicate body fell like a light feather, and her beautiful eyes looked complicated.

"Sorry, Sect Master, Supreme Elder, I've tried my best."

Ye Chen smiled bitterly and shook his head: "If you hadn't begged Xue Shen Palace for help, I would have asked the Sword Sect today for no reason."

Everyone was silent and looked humiliated and bitter.

He was humiliated by someone at home and demoted to the Xuanhuang level. Every disciple of the Sword Sect was mixed with feelings.

"It's all gone." The Supreme Elder's pupils were dissipated, and he waved his hand weakly, and a voice came out.

"Send Qingshi Zhenren to heal his wounds, and all the disciples will go back."

He raised the Tian Zhenren and the Zhujian Zhenren to help the seriously injured and fell to the ground in the distance. His eyes were red and his teeth were bitten tightly.

This is the law of the Beiming Realm and even the Tianxuan Great 6. The weak prey on the weak. The weak are like an ant in front of the strong. So what if you bully you, you can only watch it.

"Lao Qing, is it okay!"

"Cough cough..." Qingshi Zhen coughed out a trace of blood from his mouth, his face pale, but the hatred and stubborn look in his eyes was still clear.

"Little Temple, I will definitely wash away the snow. I ask about the shame of the Sword Sect. I believe him."

"Oh, Lao Qing, stop talking, go back and recover from your injuries." Ju Tian Zhenren's eyes were filled with concern, and he smiled helplessly, and the gentle mysterious power in his palm poured into his body.

The setting sun in the sky was like blood, and the dusk gradually fell. Wen Jian Sect was immersed in the thick sadness and loneliness.

Zuizui Temple on the distant mountains pursed her lips slightly and her face was expressionless. But Jingzhe could feel the hatred hidden in her heart at this moment. It was hard to imagine how terrible revenge the Beiming royal family would bear in the future.

call--

A cool breeze blew, and a few yellow fallen leaves floated down, and the figure drunk in this temple disappeared from the spot.

...

The night is like a thick ink inkstone, so deep that it cannot be melted.

On the Bluestone Peak, a lonely figure stood in dismay.

In front of her, a standing stone tablet was quiet and long, with a dark gray name engraved on it.

Lin Chen.

Lin Xin stared blankly at the name on the stone tablet, with a dismay in her beautiful eyes.

"Brother...what should I do?"

"The sect was humiliated, my junior brother's life and death were uncertain, and my master was seriously injured. The Qingshi Sect is now beyond recognition..."

The tears in the girl's eyes had already dried up, leaving only confusion and grief, murmuring.

Bang!

A thick and warm palm suddenly rested on her shoulders that were as fragrant as the remaining lotus in the rain, causing Lin Xin's delicate body to stiffen.

"Senior Sister Xin'er, I'm back."

When Lin Xin heard this familiar voice, her haggard face suddenly turned and her beautiful eyes trembled.

Then she couldn't help but be stunned. What caught her eye was not the face in her heart, but a strange middle-aged man with a drowsy face.

"you........"

Before Lin Xin could speak in shock, the palm of the temple passed by, and the familiar and handsome boy's face recovered.

"Little junior brother!"

Lin Xin's dim eyes suddenly lit up, and she threw herself into the arms of Zui's temple. The already exhausted tear gushed out again, instantly wetting the shoulders of Zui's temple.

The girl's tears were like rain, and her crying was filled with endless grievances and grief. At this time, she was no longer the lively and cute, quirky naughty girl she used to be, as if she was a tearful person, grievanced and helpless.

The nose of this temple was so sad that I couldn't help but raise my head, took a deep breath of the cold air around me, and then stretched out my firm arms and hugged Lin Xin's slender waist tightly into my arms.

"It's all my fault. I failed to make my promise to you and returned safely with Senior Brother Lin Chen."

"I have also implicated the sect and caused everyone to suffer shame."

Men will not shed tears easily.

Even when he was in the desperate situation of life and death, he never shed a tear. But now, feeling the soft and haggard sadness in his arms, he finally shed tears of self-blame.

At this moment, a beautiful shadow flew out from the forest behind him, and his beautiful eyes as bright as moonlight were shining with astonishment.

"Drunk...drunk in this temple!?"

"Are you back?"

Bai Xuanyu covered her red lips with her hands and exclaimed.

She didn't expect that during such a time when the royal family and the Poison Sect were pressing step by step, Zui's temple would dare to return to the sect.

Bai Xuan saw the two hugging each other beautifully, and her heart couldn't help but feel a little strange, and then she looked panicked.

"I'll inform the sect leader and the others now!" Bai Xuan's beautiful eyes flashed, and her delicate body immediately wanted to move.

"Sister Bai, don't." At this time, Zui's temple turned his head and said, with a complicated expression in Mose's eyes.

"I am just a sinner. I have been humiliated and injured by the master. How can I meet the master, the master, the elders of the sword sect, and my brothers?"

Bai Xuan was stunned, then her eyebrows frowned slightly, and her teeth nippled her red lips: "Junior Brother Zui, this is not your fault, it is the royal family that bullies the weak and takes personal revenge. How can you take the full responsibility alone!"

Lin Xin also broke free from the arms of the temple at this time. Her red and swollen eyes were pitiful, and her eyes were directed towards the boy's pupils.

"Senior Sister Bai is right. Junior Brother, the brothers and masters of Qingshifeng are all looking forward to seeing you."

A trace of hesitation flashed in Zui's temple's eyes, then took a deep breath and sighed: "No need. Senior Sister Xin'er, Senior Sister Bai, I'm leaving soon."

"What? Where are you going?"

Lin Xin and Bai Xuan were both surprised and then looked at each other, their faces slightly red.

"No, the royal family has issued a killing order on you in the entire Beiming Realm. It is extremely dangerous for you to go out at this time!" Lin Xin's eyes were red and she took the lead in resisting.

"Drunk in this temple! With the protection of the Sect Master and the elders in the Sword Sect, you are safer!" Bai Xuan also had a pretty face sank and said with silver teeth.

"Haha...Who will wash away the shame of the sect? What can I do if I live alone?" Zui's eyes closed slightly and sighed heavily.

Lin Xin and Bai Xuan were both silent.

Yes, the Wenjian Sect is now desperate. Not only is the sect relegated to Xuanhuang, but its resources and territory are also about to be taken away by the Beiming Royal Family. It is really at the end of its reach.

If this shame cannot be washed away, in the Beiming Realm, where the Beiming Dynasty is respected, the Sword Sect will probably face the situation of disbanding the sect.

"I have decided. The reason why I took the risk to return to the sect this time was to worship Senior Brother Lin Chen." Zui's eyes were solemn and his body moved forward slightly.

Dong!

His knees were heavily knelt, and the soil below was sunken.

Zui said nothing, but just bowed to Lin Chen three times silently.

This senior brother who brought him out of the ruined temple of Qiuru Mountain, led him to practice, and had always cared for and helped him like his brothers. Zui's temple has long regarded him as his relative.

The night was slightly cool. Under the gaze of Lin Xin and Bai Xuan, the temple slowly stood up, and then looked at the two of them with an incomparable sense of perseverance and heavyness.

"Today I asked about the humiliation that the Sword Sect suffered, I was drunk in this temple and recorded it. Beiming Royal Family, Poison Sect..." The boy's voice was low, with a slight trembling depression.

"Senior Sister Xin'er, Sister Bai, take care of yourself."

Zui's eyes were dim and he gritted his teeth. His steps slowly walked towards the forest, with each step being indescribable heaviness.

"Little junior brother!"

"Drunk in this temple! Where are you going?"

Lin Xin and Bai Xuan couldn't help but reach out to stop her, and their beautiful eyes were already filled with crystal clearness.

Zui's temple did not tell the two of them where they were going. Even if they were told, the distant chaotic land would only increase their worries.

"When I return, it will be a time of resentment." A breeze-like word reached Lin Xin and Bai Xuan's ears. Both of them were stunned and stared forward blankly. The figure of the temple was drunk gradually disappeared into their pupils.

On the cliff of Bluestone Peak, the cold wind at night was biting cold. The waning moon in the sky poked out from the clouds, and wisps of moonlight shone on Lin Xin and Bai Xuan's perfect faces, with a little sadness and shining brightly.

They believe that when the day when the temple of Zui returns to Wenjian Sect, it will be the time when the North Ming Realm changes its sky.
Chapter completed!