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What does it feel like to be a person change?

Ningxia once thought that the emotion of "smile asking the guest where he came from" would not appear on her so soon. She was still so young, and it was not enough to have only been a year.

But today, standing in front of this mountain and watching people come and go, the fragrance of spiritual food flowing in the air, the sounds of various colors are mixed, and the spiritual power fluctuates... It is obviously such a messy scene, but Ningxia feels like "Where I feel at peace is my hometown."

Ningxia lived for two lives, and had three hometowns, one of which was born in blood for some unknown reason, the other was rooted in life, and the hometown where her bloodline and family really existed in this life... But no one brought deeper attachment to Ningxia than the Wuhua Sect.

Deep in Ningxia's heart, the Wuhua Sect has become her most attached place. When she is far away from this place, she will not help but worry about it again and again. Looking back again, her heart is concerned about it from afar. As long as she comes back, no matter what suffering she has suffered before, she will spend every day in a chaotic manner - as long as she returns to this place, her heart can be let go.

I thought of not long ago she was wandering in the endless waves of southern border, living in the dangerous cloud island, living in the caves of thousands of caves, exploring carefully in the strange Sinan City, and passing through one level after another in the secret realm of one link... as if tireless, she walked through one level more dangerous and bizarre levels, as if it was endless, endlessly filled with various dangers and hardships.

She once thought that she could not live. However, after the storm, all crises disappeared and everything returned to peace.

Looking at the usual scenery before, Ningxia feels like a sudden realization.

Looking at the scene in front of her, she was very moved for a moment when she heard the conversations that were most common in her family.

After all, it's still... different, and the mentality is different. But she is still the same, she is Ningxia, and this will never change from beginning to end.

The former site of the sect has long been abandoned, but because of the involvement of historical events, the Wuhua Sect has always sent people to guard and guard them carefully, and easily prevented others from entering and destroying them. The damage was completely broken, but there was an old library on the other side, which was rarely affected because of its deviation from its location.

Then everyone asked the Wuhua School to organize it, clean up most of the books, and fill in some of them. Now it has become a dedicated Sutra Library for the Wuhua School, which is specially used by the high-level monks in the school.

There are a few extraordinary books in the library, and the application for entry into this library is quite valuable. Even the high-level monks in the sect will not come here easily.

Lan Lan was even more quiet when she left that day. Apart from the unfathomable elder who was guarding the door, there seemed to be no one else.

He also cared more and went straight to the corner he found last time, intending to see a corner of the truth that he had not had time to see a hundred years ago.

To his surprise, there was a person waiting there, an unexpected but expected person.

I looked at the Great Venerable, then at the broken bamboo slips held in the other party's hand, and I knew it... Sure enough.

Sure enough, what he gave up that night was the truth that he had been obsessed with over the years. The other party seemed not surprised to see him, but just sighed.

Lan Lan immediately knew why the library today was particularly quiet, and why this person was waiting for him so by chance. Perhaps... he had already made arrangements.

It was also on that night that Yuan Heng learned the secrets of Xuantian Sword Sect and Wuhua Sect, the truth about the southeast border, and many things he had never thought about.

Only then did Yuanheng realize that the sky he saw in the past hundreds of years was originally false and false, and he would break when touched. He never had the chance to touch the real world, and probably he would never have this opportunity in his life.

After that, Lan Lan never investigated the matter of the sect, nor did she check what happened to the poor little disciple. The child had no father or mother, and he set up a small tomb for the other party near his cave.

It’s a pity that the child didn’t have much left in the sect. The rest of the Daojun Yuanheng felt that it was not very decent, so he took the other party’s academic materials left by him instead of being buried. There were also other people’s tender but very serious handwritings on it, just like before they first met several years ago.

Yuan Heng was not too sad. He had been practicing for many years, and had experienced countless joys and sorrows. He had sent him to him and sent him away, and had already sent him away many people, including many people he was close to and those he had been close to.

He felt that it was probably a little sad. After all, the child was so young and full of longing, but he passed away before he was at his peak. How sad—

After this incident, he left the sect and practiced outside for a long time. Until hundreds of years ago, he had to follow the rules and practice in seclusion hundreds of years ago because of his difficulty in improving his cultivation.

At this point, Lan Lan finally accepted the arrangement of fate helplessly, until she was awakened again ten years ago and left the seclusion... and then she met these children.

Years passed in a blink of an eye.

It is just a child who is a child compared to his age. Each of them is extremely fast to become talented. Although it makes him extremely relieved, it also reminds people of their sufferings heavier than ordinary disciples.

Especially-

Ningxia can be said to be the youngest and the most worry-free one under him. Even though she is well-behaved enough, the degree to which she can cause trouble far exceeds the worry-freeness of her own temperament.

If it were normal, he would naturally not worry. Under his wings, at least he could basically ensure the safety of Ningxia. But what if it was out of his sight?

Originally, Daojun Yuanheng would not worry about such fearless and meaningless issues, but the abnormal movements from the Xuantian Sword Sect on the other end of Zhongtu caused him to be alert and worried.

In such a chaotic occasion, such coincidental timing... people always remind those unpleasant past events.

There are a few extraordinary books in the library, and the application for entry into this library is quite valuable. Even the high-level monks in the sect will not come here easily.

Lan Lan was even more quiet when she left that day. Apart from the unfathomable elder who was guarding the door, there seemed to be no one else.

He also cared more and went straight to the corner he found last time, intending to see a corner of the truth that he had not had time to see a hundred years ago.

To his surprise, there was a person waiting there, an unexpected but expected person.

I looked at the Great Venerable, then at the broken bamboo slips held in the other party's hand, and I knew it... Sure enough.
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