"I am Zhiwei, the thirteenth generation head of Xianmen, and also Chixuan's master." The old man said with a friendly smile, "I just came to tell you that Xianmen has already made a decision on how to deal with you."
"Does that make me lose my mind or keep me locked up like this?" Feng Jing was indifferent, as if she didn't care what they did to her.
Zhiwei said: "I will arrange you to enter Linglong Pool, which is the place where the spiritual power of the fairy sect is the most vigorous. Ghost energy and resentment will help you reincarnate as a human being."
"Since it's a place only the heads of generations can enter...why did you let me in?"
"The chance should be like this, so it is." Zhiwei said again: "You don't need to feel uneasy, Xianmen is definitely the safest place for you."
She blinked her eyes, not quite understanding, she could feel the kindness released by this old man, but it was precisely because he was too friendly that she was even more uneasy, "I have never understood... you and that Chi Xuan It is said that I have resentment in my heart, but I don't feel that I have such a thing, I have no one to resent, and I have no resentment... "
"Since there is no one, it would be great." Zhiwei's eyes were always kind, but now there is a hidden pity hidden in his eyes, "When you can be reincarnated as an adult, everything will be considered complete."
The old man seemed to have a lot of feelings, but the scenery was even more puzzling. That evening, she was sent to Linglong Pond by the old man. The so-called Linglong Pond is just on the highest mountain peak in Xianmen. There is an iceberg and snow pool. , there is also a plum blossom blooming proudly, and the cold wind blows, but she doesn't feel cold. As her cognition of being a ghost becomes clearer, the perception of being a human will gradually leave her subconscious, but It's only been a day and a night, but she has already accepted the fact that she is a ghost.
The old man moved his fingers slightly, and an invisible barrier enveloped the mountain. He said to the scenery: "In these days, you can't leave Linglong Pond, and others can't come to Linglong Pond. Get rid of the ghost."
"The days you're talking about... how long is that going to be?"
"I can't give a definite answer, it's up to you." Zhiwei paused and said, "Maybe it won't be too long, maybe..."
"I understand." Feng Jing turned around and looked at the mountain full of wind and snow, but not a single snowflake fell on her body. She exhaled and stared blankly at the snow scene in front of her.
In all the white, there is only her red back, which is incompatible with this vast world.
Zhiwei looked at her back for a long time, and finally turned around and left when the sun was setting.
There was only one person standing on the top of the cold wind howling mountain. After half an hour, maybe she felt that this melancholy posture was really not suitable for her, so she scratched her hair in distress. She walked back to the pool and looked at the people in the pool. A clean ice lotus, and the lotus leaf like ice crystal, she raised her foot and kicked it, but she didn't break it, so she snorted, "What's wrong with me being a ghost? Even if I'm a ghost, then I'm the most beautiful ghost."
Suddenly there was a chuckle from behind her, and the scenery immediately turned around, only to see a man in white clothes coming on foot in the wind and snow.
The man's long hair is not tied, his white clothes are better than snow, and his face is like a crown of jade. He is really good-looking, handsome and elegant, and the clean breath on his body is not inferior to Bai Xue. Maybe he is a fairy, maybe he is romantic. Not enough to describe.
"This is the ice lotus that has gathered the aura of the masters of all generations. It's really rude for you to treat them like this." There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, but he didn't see any intention of accusing her.
Feng Jing stayed there for a long time, and called out a name, "Mo Qing?"
"Mo Qing..." He paused, opened his hands again, and smiled softly, "That's right, I'm Mo Qing, isn't Feng Feng going to give me a hug?"
"No...you're not him." She took a step back vigilantly, her voice was cold, "Who are you?"