Chapter 81: Eighty-first

Late autumn morning, Canglong Snow Mountain and Shuo Snow City.
A frost last night made the lush snow maple on the mountainside of Yunxia Peak all turned into a fiery red, almost as bright as the cloud, while the top of the mountain was still covered with a vast snow, which made Yunxia Peak look like a A pitying goddess with white hair and red clothes, gazing down at the sorrows and joys of the world.
"Brush ... brush ..." On a bluestone path on the mountainside, a 14- to 15-year-old young disciple was yawning and lazily sweeping the fallen leaves on the steps, looking feeble.
Suddenly, he seemed to feel something, suddenly raised his head: "Who?"
Not far away, a young man in black is slowly walking up the mountain along this bluestone path.
This young man in black looks only twenty-five or six, tall, with thin lips and dark eyes, and is really a very handsome young man, but at this moment, his appearance is almost haggard, and it was originally clear. His eyes were covered with dense bloodshot eyes, and a thin lip was dry and cracked with several blood openings, as if he had never touched the water for days and nights, nor had he nourished it with spiritual force.
But these outward appearances were nothing compared to the thick despair in his eyes.
"You ..." The disciple opened his mouth and just wanted to say something, but he took a step back involuntarily. The extremely terrible coercion, even if the other party seems to have tried to suppress it, but ordinary monks still cannot. bear.
The young man in black looked up at him, and then slowly opened his mouth. Although his voice was hoarse, it was actually very polite: "Is Xiechengzhu on the mountain?"
As he looked up, the disciple saw the dragon scale pattern on his left face at a glance, and the whole person was stunned. The small pattern is not an ordinary tattoo, but extremely tiny ink-colored scales, forming a ray of flame, floating with faint blood color, looks both strange and terrifying.
The disciples only felt that his throat was straight and dry. He took several steps back and forth, and then suddenly recovered, threw the broom violently, and ran to the mountain: "The Demon Race is here! There are Demon Races! There are Devil Races! ! "
The young man in black smiled bitterly, and did not stop him, still walking slowly up.
At the gazebo on the mountainside, the young man in black seemed to feel something, slowly looked up, and then froze for a moment, then said abruptly: "Master Sang Feng."
Sang Lingxi leaned against the pillar of the pavilion, holding the smoke wave green in his hands, and a pair of peach eyes in the water, looking at him coldly: "Lu Xiao, what are you doing in Shuoxuecheng? What about my little brother? He Why didn't you come with you? "
Lu Xiao lowered his head, his thin lips shivered extremely lightly, and after a while, he opened the mouth very hard: "Master, he ... he is gone."
"It's gone?" Sang Lingxi was dumbfounded. After a while, he suddenly reacted, almost uncontrollably, grabbing Lu Xiao's collar fiercely. "It's gone? Do you say it clearly? What is missing ?! "
Lu Xiao's eyes were grey and dark, and he didn't even resist. He only whispered: "Four months ago, he disappeared. I tried everything, I couldn't find anything. I guess, maybe his soul ... Syracuse, come and find. "
Lu Xiao's voice was very vague. Sang Lingxi didn't understand it. He only knew that this man was coming to Qiu Yutong. He almost smiled angrily: "You take him