Chapter 302

Yan Qingyang followed Ling jiuxiao in a hurry.

Although Ling jiuxiao's accomplishments are relatively high, he is anxious and flustered today. He didn't find Yan Qingyang's tracking.

Ling jiuxiao came all the way to a cave.

The whole Lingxiao Jianzong is a world of ice and snow. Only when we get to the front of the cave, surrounded by green trees, which are peach trees. At this time, peach blossoms are in full bloom, one after another in clusters. Under the tree, there is a clear spring. The water is quiet. In the gurgling spring, there are one or two small fish occasionally jumping up. The scenery is very beautiful.

Under the green trees, there was thin snow. In the snow, a path stretched in.

Ling jiuxiao steps on the snow and goes forward in a hurry. When he arrives at the door, he makes a decision and enters the cave quickly. Yan Qingyang follows him, only to find that the cave is forbidden and she can't get in at all.

Yan Qingyang is very anxious. She goes around the cave, but she doesn't dare to break the ban. If she breaks the ban, the people inside must know.

After a while, Ling jiuxiao came out, followed by a nun.

"Madam, take a rest. Master will be back soon." Ling jiuxiao said respectfully and anxiously.

Yan Qingyang coagulates her eyebrows. Is this nun mu Qianxun? Mu Tianhe's mother!

The nun raised her head. Yan Qingyang was shocked. Mu Qianxun was still young, but her temples were as white as snow, her face was tired, and her expression was very sad, as if she had experienced a hundred years of vicissitudes.

What happened that made mu Qianxun so sad?

"Xiao'er..." Mu Qianxun said in a low voice, "let your master concentrate on hosting the contest. I'm ok. Alas, I just want to come to the cave of Tianhe and have a look at it..."

Speaking of the end, mu Qianxun's voice has been choked.

"Teacher Niang..." Ling jiuxiao knelt down on the ground, his voice choked, "teacher Niang, blame me, blame me!"

Yan Qingyang's heart was shocked, and he had a bad feeling. He thought of all kinds of recent events. He thought of Mu Tianhe's last words. He thought of Ling jiuxiao's seemingly casual teasing at the gate of Tianji secret mansion. He thought of the abnormality of Ling Qianhe and mu Qianxun. There was a conjecture that seemed to sprout and break the ground.

Mu Qianxun raised his sleeve, covered his eyes, sat down on the ground, and murmured, "it's not your fault, Xiao'er. Go ahead, Dabi. There are many things ahead. Hurry up. I'll stay a little longer. I'll... I'll be there!"

After that, she turned around and walked back, and opened the prohibition by the way.

Ling jiuxiao kneels on the ground in a daze. He suddenly hugs his head with both hands and puts his head on the ground. His shoulders slightly stir.

Yan Qingyang clenched her lips. She wanted to go over and ask Ling jiuxiao, but what? The germination of that conjecture is about to break the ground, but Yan Qingyang's heart is full of fear. She tries her best to suppress the idea, but she doesn't want to, dare not, and can't bear it.

Her feet were as if they had roots, and she couldn't move a step. She didn't dare to ask, but she didn't want to go.

After a while, Ling jiuxiao suddenly stood up, with a finger, a light chant, his flying sword across in front of him, Ling jiuxiao stepped on the flying sword, skew away.

Yan Qingyang gritted his teeth and paused for a moment. Then he raised his flying sword and followed him. This time, he was aboveboard.

However, Ling jiuxiao still didn't find it. He flew to a peak with his sword and went directly to the peak.

The peak is still covered with snow, a vast expanse of white. There is only an ancient pine, a stone table, and a big stone. The sword marks on the stone are crisscross, but they are a little old.

Ling jiuxiao came to the peak and fell down. He came to the front of the stone, touched the sword marks and began to laugh in a low voice, but the laughter was full of desolation: "brother mu, ha ha, you have a good time. You have a good time for a Yan Qingyang! Have you ever thought that you still have father, mother and elder martial brother! You... You... Are so cruel

"What did you say?" A voice rang up, slightly trembling, and some hasty!

Yan Qingyang dropped the flying sword and came step by step. She was pale and frightened.

Ling jiuxiao turns around and looks at Yan Qingyang, silent.

"What did you say? Say it again Yan Qingyang continued to come, her voice could not stop trembling. Her body was chilly and chilly, which made her feel like falling into the icehouse. At the same time, she was dizzy and in a trance. She was not only at night, but also where she was.

The germination of that conjecture can no longer be suppressed. It has broken the ground and grown wantonly.

Ling jiuxiao pressed the Jasper gourd on his waist, still silent.

"Mu Tianhe... He's dead, isn't he?" Yan Qingyang came over step by step and went directly to Ling jiuxiao. She stood still and asked in a trembling voice. Her hand dropped down and hidden in her sleeve. Her fingers trembled uncontrollably.

Ling jiuxiao pressed the Jasper gourd on his waist again. After all, he couldn't help but pick it up, open the plug and take a big sip of wine. Then he held the gourd in his right hand and looked at Yan Qingyang in silence.

In fact, it can't be concealed for long. According to Mu Tianhe's last words, Yan Qingyang has something important to do recently, so he can't be distracted by his death. After this time, Yan Qingyang's affairs have been solved, and the news of his death will not affect anything. Mu Tianhe also said that when the news of his death could no longer be concealed, he said that he had fallen behind closed doors. But who is stupid? Even if others don't know the details, can Yan Qingyang believe it? Ha ha, his smart brother Mu must have come up with such a muddle headed statement because of his lax mind before he died! Yan Qingyang slightly raised his head and looked at Ling jiuxiao“ Mu Tianhe, he's dead! Isn't it? " Yan Qingyang said, the tone is not to ask, but to be sure. Ling jiuxiao nodded and sat down. He leaned against the stone behind him. He couldn't hold the Jasper gourd in his hand any more and fell to the ground. There was a trace of bitterness on his face. I can't hide it. He thinks it's no use what he says now. He doesn't need to hide it from Yan Qingyang any more. After Mu Tianhe has done so much, Yan Qingyang should know. Yan Qingyang is still standing straight, she suddenly felt from the sole of her feet, waves of cold, straight into the bone marrow“ He died of thunder, didn't he Yan Qingyang asked unconsciously, she felt her voice floating, such as in the clouds, she didn't even feel it herself, her face, has become a river of tears. Tears like broken beads, flow down, fell on the snow, issued a rustle sound, hit a small hole in the snow. Ling jiuxiao nodded again in silence. Yan Qingyang stood, his teeth clenched his lips, tears still fluttering down, wet her skirt, but she was unconscious“ How is that possible? How is it possible... "Yan Qingyang's eyes were empty, without focus, and murmured.