At the beginning of August of that year.

Chen Cangsheng left Shangjing alone, without taking anyone, and quietly left.

step.

Entering the world.

Everyone says that the rain in Jiangnan is good.

Thin, soft.

It is like a gentle woman, looking at you with her clear and pure eyes; it is like a woman's tenderness, pulling you with her slightly cool and clean little hands.

The rain in the south of the Yangtze River has always been the object of writing by literati and poets.

Even the storytellers on the northern streets were awkward.

Speaking of the rain in Jiangnan, people can't help but feel a little more yearning for Jiangnan.

Gangnam Road.

There are twelve cities.

Yuhang City.

It is one of the most famous big cities in Jiangnan Road.

Even more brighter than the name of Gusu City.

There is a river in the middle of Yuhang City, which runs through the city from east to west. The name of the river is Wuyue River.

The existence of Wuyue River has added many highlights to Yuhang City.

The sea is inclusive and inclusive!

This is a cultural characteristic passed down from the Wuyue River. After the vigorous development of the court, Yuhang City established itself with this culture.

Over the years, many characteristics have emerged in Yuhang City, and they are all famous among the surrounding dynasties.

Yuhang's tea and Yuhang's silk cloth are all products that merchants highly recommend.

Wu Yuehe provides merchants with convenient cargo conditions.

The prosperity of Yuhang City.

It's comparable to going to the capital.

Speaking of Yuhang City, we have to talk about the sects in the martial arts city.

The most famous sect in Yuhang City is the Red Dust Bath Pavilion, one of the eight holy places in the rivers and lakes.

In the northernmost part of Yuhang City, there is a mountain called Fengshan.

On this Fengshan.

It is where the Red Dust Ashes Pavilion is located.

Fengshan is now in a semi-closed state.

Since more than half a year ago.

The head of the Red Dust Pavilion guarded the southern territory for the imperial court. When he came back again, he was already lying in the coffin.

Fengshan began to be a semi-closed state.

The back mountain of Fengshan.

There is a name called Fengzhong.

The Fengzhong is a place dedicated to burying the owner of the Red Dust and Fire Pavilion.

"Dong~~~~~~"

With the sound of a bell on Fengshan, it represents the beginning of the morning class in the Red Dust and Fire Pavilion.

Many girls appeared in groups in the square of the Red Dust and Fire Pavilion, which was the place for their morning class.

It is also their practice field.

A quarter of an hour later, a beautiful woman appeared on the high platform in the square.

She is wearing a moon-white palace outfit and her long silver hair is like a waterfall.

Yue Xiaobai!

Yue Xiaobai's beautiful eyes swept away.

The girls below calmed down one after another.

Although Yue Xiaobai looks gentle, her methods are not gentle at all.

Especially during teaching.

"Okay, everyone, calm down!"

Yue Xiaobai spoke, and his voice was as clear and beautiful as a spring water rushing into a rock.

Suddenly.

The girls below looked at Yue Xiaobai.

Then, the beginning of the morning class for the Red Dust Fire Pavilion.

Phoenix Tomb.

The surrounding trees are shady, wrapping the phoenix tomb.

It looks even more cool.

In front of the Phoenix Tomb, there is a new tomb.

A woman in plain clothes is kneeling in front of the grave.

"Master, my disciple failed to send you the last journey. I'm not filial!"

The woman in plain clothes kowtowed several times at the tombstone.

The forehead was broken.

The tombstone reads: The tomb of the Lord of Miao Zhenfeng Pavilion!

The woman in plain clothes kneeling was Xu Huanjing who returned from the mainland battlefield with Chen Cangsheng.

After Xu Huanjing returned to the Red Dust Ashes Pavilion, even though she had done the best

The worst mental preparation.

However, what Xu Huanjing never expected was that his master really didn't come back.

On the mainland battlefield, Xu Huanjing has already seen the tragic battlefield.

Human life, haha, is really fragile on the battlefield.

But I didn't expect that when I came back.

My master actually...

"Little Scene."

At some point, an old woman appeared behind Xu Huanjing, leaning on a crutch and looking at Xu Huanjing with kind eyes.

He called out softly.

Xu Huanjing heard the sound, turned her head and looked at the old woman.

"Feng Po!"

Feng Po nodded.

He said, "Xiao Jing, go back, it's going to rain."

As soon as Feng Po finished speaking, it started to rain in the sky.

Like silk or thread.

Touching the cold.

“Is it already autumn?”

Xu Huanjing stretched out his hand and let the drizzle drops fall on the palm of his hand.

"It's a pity that I couldn't see the last time my master."

Xu Huanjing said sadly.

Feng Po came to Xu Huanjing and touched Xu Huanjing's head.

"I guess, the Pavilion Master won't blame you!"

Heaven, Earth, Lord, Parents and Teachers.

Miao Zhenfeng has no children in her life, and Xu Huanjing is Miao Zhenfeng's only apprentice.

But at the last moment, no disciples were around to see him off.
To be continued...