The night fell silent.
Among the four peaks, there are still practitioners busy going back and forth between the peaks.
The broken mountain guarding formation must be repaired as soon as possible, otherwise it will be difficult to retain the spiritual energy.
The broken peach curtain has also begun to be reorganized, but the Lingsi Garden was destroyed, so the current process is also very slow.
The sunk and crumbled Huanpu Mountain has turned into a huge mound, and everyone is looking for the relics in the palace, storing and sorting them one by one.
These things have been going on day and night, and within a month, the originally dilapidated Sifeng has regained new vitality.
After experiencing this disaster, the peaks that had not been in frequent contact with each other in the past began to communicate more closely.
The cold prisons in each peak were also amnesty, and many monsters and sinners were released to help rebuild the sect and make meritorious deeds.
Ning Xiaoling was sitting on the cliff, her calves swaying slightly in the night wind. She had lost a lot of weight. She was now wearing a white skirt with a slender yellow flower on her sleeve. Her brows were more delicate because of her thinness.
She leaned against a snowy cherry tree, tilting her head slightly, looking at the lights lighting up among the mountain peaks, looking at the sword energy cutting through the night, and looking at everything that was happening gradually.
Nowadays, the snowy cherry blossoms have long since withered away, and the lush leaves are hanging in the wind. Occasionally, a few leaves will fall and pass by her.
She was obviously only fourteen years old, and her original delicate appearance had rapidly transformed in a month, and she already had the rudimentary form of a cold female sword fairy.
The sound of footsteps came softly from behind.
Lerou carefully walked to the edge of the cliff, sat down next to her, then turned her head and looked at Ning Xiaoling's expressionless face.
Although Ning Xiaoling always kept an expressionless face, she could never hide her sadness well.
Lerou looked at her and felt that she was like a pool of spring water that had been frozen by a night of cold wind. Only that young man could melt the ice and snow in her heart.
These days, Lerou often comes to her and talks to her.
Ning Xiaoling just lowered her head and listened to Lerou silently, nodding or shaking her head from time to time to give some simple responses.
"Your senior brother is such a good person, but we misunderstood him so much before. Thinking about it now, it's really embarrassing and ridiculous..."
"I still remember the first day you came. In fact, I didn't like you very much at that time..."
"Hey, are you and your senior brother really not brothers and sisters? They are both so beautiful."
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The wind blows across the plains and stars hang over the peaks and valleys. Two girls sit on the edge of the cliff, their voices as thin as the wind.
The cries of thousands of people crying when the wind blows through the cave from Tianku Peak are always moving.
"Lerou, actually you don't have to tell me this." Ning Xiaoling suddenly turned her head, looked at her seriously, and said word by word: "Thank you for taking care of me during this time."
"I... because I am a senior sister." Lerou looked at Ning Xiaoling's face. In her eyes, there was an illusion that she was looking at the master, and her heartbeat accelerated slightly.
After Ning Xiaoling finished saying that, she continued to lower her head, looking at the lights and busy figures wandering among the four peaks.
"Actually..." Lerou hesitated for a long time, and finally spoke carefully. She talked about some of the previous things, those things where she teased Ning for a long time and ended up getting into trouble.
Lerou counted them one by one, with many apologies in her words.
Ning Xiaoling also seemed to have recalled something, and the smile on her face was fleeting, "Of course you can't beat him, senior brother... he's awesome."
Lerou nodded vigorously and comforted: "Well, he is so powerful, he will definitely come back."
"Is it true..." Ning Xiaoling seemed to be asking herself.
Le Rou affirmed: "If I have such a lovely junior sister, I will never let her go."
Ning Xiaoling's calves were swaying slightly. She looked at the little girl next to her who had been trying to make her happy. She forced out a faint smile and said, "I'm your junior sister..."
"Junior sister..." Lerou's heart suddenly tightened when she heard this.
Ning Xiaoling said nothing. She stood up from the cliff in silence and walked towards the inner peak.
Lerou turned around and looked around, but hesitated to speak. In the sultry summer night, the starlight on Ning Xiaoling's skirt gradually dimmed.
She walked across the wooden ladder at the inner peak, touched the key at her waist, hesitated slightly at the corner of the stairs, and then walked towards her senior brother's room.
Now Ning Changjiu's house key is under her care.
Ning Xiaoling walked into the room as usual, spread out the quilt and folded it, dusted off the floor and window sill, and arranged the books on the table meticulously, with every corner aligned neatly. After finishing this, she would sit down like a student, leaning on the back of the chair, picking up a book and reading.
She still has the rolls of paper that Ning Jiujiu taught her to read in the past, with different notes and drawings on them. Ning Xiaoling looked at these and felt that compared with her senior brother's handwriting, her own handwriting was almost like seeing it. The little gray duck of the Suzaku God.
She can watch it for a long time every time.
Ning Xiaoling also knows that some things can be kept, but some things can never be kept.
At midnight, she left Ning Changjiu's house and returned to her room.
Han Xiaosu in the porcelain vase was meditating under the moonlight. When she saw Ning Xiaoling coming in, she took the initiative to stop her practice and got into the porcelain vase.
Han Xiaosu was born to be afraid of the world. Her only benefactor had also left, and now this little mistress was cold and cold all the time. She was afraid of being disliked and kicked out.
Ning Xiaoling suddenly said, "Just practice by yourself and don't worry about me."
Han Xiaosu was slightly shocked. The Moon Soul Essence was also very powerful for her, but she hesitated for a while and said softly: "No, I'm tired today..."
Ning Xiaoling didn't say anything, but she seemed a little cold. She slowly got into bed, then turned her head and watched Han Xiaosu disappear into the porcelain vase.
At this moment, Han Xiaosu couldn't even imagine Ning Xiaoling's flashing thoughts despite exhausting his thoughts.
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Zhang Chengyu had never been to a place like this.
He didn't know how the weapon Dapeng got here, but the first time he looked up, he was stunned.
The scene in front of him was actually not unfamiliar to him.
It was like a flat, boring picture. The entire plane was in black and white. When each line was in the distance, what appeared in the field of vision was a point. But as the weapon Dapeng approached, That point slowly extended into a line, and when it got closer, it changed from a line into a three-dimensional surface.
They were clearly flying upwards, but at some point, the sensory perception was that they were falling.
With their arrival, the whole world is extending, and the lines are elongating at a high speed like geometric multiples, and then stop after touching.
The weapon Dapeng fell smoothly into the time that looked like a scroll.
Zhang Chengyu walked down cautiously. He raised his head and found that as his gaze moved upward, the black and white world began to be filled with color.
Those colors are not single, but extremely layered, almost the same as the real ones.
After looking around for a week, Zhang Chengyu discovered that this place looked like an ordinary mountain. With the monuments and pavilions in front of him and the sea of clouds billowing behind him, everything seemed so real.
Zhang Chengyu was originally a sub-god who controlled part of the space. After arriving here, he actually felt like a small witch. His previous methods seemed ordinary, but in the eyes of a "knowledgeable" person like him, This is breathtaking divine power.
"The style of that row of white houses is modeled on the style of the ancient witch clan thousands of years ago?" Zhang Chengyu pointed to the distant mountainside, where the buildings were almost embedded in the rock wall, recalling some past events.
The girl surnamed Si said: "That's just the white in your eyes."
"What do you mean?" Zhang Chengyu was confused.
The girl surnamed Si said: "Here, the world everyone sees is different and truly fixed. Only the dots and lines you saw at first, and everything else is just your subjective filling. .”
Zhang Chengyu frowned and carefully examined everything around him. He tried to view the world in a different way, but he found that no matter how he deceived himself, the world in his eyes would not change much.
The roc disintegrated, eighteen weapons flew out, and were inserted back into the box. The swords were returned to their sheaths, and the petite but tall girl climbed up the steps.
Zhang Chengyu followed cautiously.
This world was obviously so peaceful, but it gave him a real sense of danger. He didn't even dare to look up at the end of the mountain road. He vaguely felt that the throne of the ancient gods seemed to be hidden there.
"This is... the Kingdom of God?" Zhang Chengyu lowered his voice and asked.
The girl surnamed Si shook her head and said, "It's not impressive here."
"Not impressive?"
"Yes." The girl nodded, without explaining more, just said: "I am ranked fourth in the temple, so my surname is Si. I also have three senior brothers and two junior brothers. When the time comes, you may want to go and meet See."
Zhang Chengyu carefully pondered the words "unsightly" and followed the girl surnamed Si towards the high mountain surrounded by clouds and mist.
He was thinking in his heart, since this is not the Kingdom of God, that person should have a much lower level of qualifications, but what kind of sect is there in this world that can allow a disciple to defeat a disciple who is about to enter the Five Paths with just a few moves? Where is the evil god
Or... is this girl just gifted
He thought about it for a while and asked: "How do the other disciples in your meditation compare to this girl?"
Although the girl surnamed Si looked cold, she did not hesitate to answer these irrelevant questions. She thought for a while and replied seriously: "I have never fought with the third senior brother, but the second senior brother only needs one move to defeat me, and the senior sister can defeat me... "
"Senior Sister doesn't attack her lightly or harshly. I don't dare to mess with her." Fourth Senior Sister shook her head slightly, recalling the painful years when Senior Sister taught her weapon moves. Later, she finally learned a little bit of everything from Senior Sister. , and then she traveled down the mountain with a sword. She was originally lacking in confidence, but soon, she was surprised to find that she could dominate the world alone.
After Zhang Chengyu casually asked a few more unsightly questions, he finally couldn't help but say: "By the way, I would like to ask the immortal master about the legend of the headless god in the center of the Southern Wilderness..."
Fourth Senior Sister gave him a cold look, and all Zhang Chengyu's words froze on her lips.
"This is a forbidden area marked by Master himself. None of us are allowed to set foot in it." Fourth Senior Sister said coldly: "The only thing I can tell you is that those who fall into the abyss, except for the supreme God Lord, will all die. born."
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In the center of the Southern Wasteland, at the bottom of the abyss.
Time seemed to have stopped flowing, even a piece of dust falling extremely slowly.
There was a young man in white lying on the ground.
There were no obvious injuries on the young man's body. He had his eyes closed, and his calm face showed no sign of life or death.
It took him a long time to fall to the ground, and then fell into a longer sleep.
After a long time, the boy's fingers moved.
Judging from the outside world's time scale, the process of micro-movement of his fingers took a full hour, as long as the blooming of a flower bud.