The seven-day appointment is approaching.

Although Gu Zhan was violent, he was also a trustworthy person. He was not stingy with most of the ancient divine power to protect the fetus in Jing Che's belly. Perhaps for him, dealing with a mere Jiahuang Mountain was just a matter of moving his fingers, but the matter of life and death was expended to consume a lot of power from heaven and earth.

On the eve of the decisive battle, Jing Che went to Xuebo County.

She was wearing a black robe, with most of her face hidden in her cloak. Others saw only one person in a hurry, and no one saw what she looked like. She went straight to the gambling house. Because of the war, the gambling house was much more depressed and was basically transformed into a teahouse.

She ordered a pot of tea and a pot of chestnut cake.

She sat alone by the window, eating chestnut cake slowly, as if she was savoring the deliciousness of the world.

At some point, Gu Zhan, who was sleeping and cultivating, woke up. He laughed coldly at Jing Che: "What are you still nostalgic about in these worldly things? Are you still thinking of your affectionate master?"

"I'm not nostalgic," Jing Che replied, "This is the smell of hatred, you won't understand."

Jing Che closed his eyes slightly, his brain was filled with swords and shadows, and finally he stayed on a piece of chestnut cake on his fingertips. She slowly spoke: "My future children will be called Ali."

"As for what your surname is... Wei Niang can't say well. My mother's surname is given by Baili Fengjian. You can't follow her surname, let alone her surname... Then... you can be a free and unrestrained person, Ali, Ali." Jing Che said to himself.

On the seventh day, the top of Jiahuang Mountain.

Baili Fengjian led the disciples of Jiahuang Mountain to set up the Nine-Scar Demon-Subduing Formation. Everyone was ready to die bravely, but the time of the agreement had passed and Jing Che did not appear.

Two hours passed, and Baili Fengjian ordered his disciples to put away the Nine Seal Demon Subduing Formation. Some disciples were frightened and said that they were afraid of fraud, but Baili Fengjian said confidently that she would not come.

Two hours later, the disciples of Jiahuang Mountain dispersed, but their tension had not yet faded. It was like a dream of dying in the dream of clouds. The King of Hell had all marked the life and death book but saved his life in a daze. The war did not happen at all, and everything seemed to have never happened. Everyone had a kind of doubt: The ancient divine power was really born? The demon king was really resurrected?

Perhaps only the missing Jingche and Baili Kazuma, who avoided everyone and went to the sword tomb group deep in Jiahuang Mountain, knew what was going on.

Late at night, the wind of a hundred miles stood at the entrance of the sword tomb for a long time, and the night wind blew his robe and flicked. The sky was covered with dark clouds and was dim and invisible. This eight-deserted continent will usher in its new pattern. He was like a bystander for a hundred years, tasted enough loneliness.

And in these hundred years, there was a trivial period of time, and a noisy girl changed his life.

She comes and brings love; she leaves and brings love. He thought his life was just a round trip and back to the original place, but he didn't know that at some point, she had already taken root in his heart and touched his joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness.

When did this tacit understanding come from?

He didn't know. But he was just sure.

When he was at the bottom of the imperial tomb, he knew that Jing Che was possessed by Gu Zhan. She confronted him in a very short period of awakening. His dark eyes seemed to call his master silently, and he immediately understood her determination. He cooperated with her to act in a scene of broken trust, and finally sealed her with the white sword of Longyuan. The life-saving spell set for her that he spent most of his life to save his life.

At least no matter what sacrifice she made, she would not die immediately. He could also find her with the breath of the spell.

The white clouds and the green dogs passed by in the blink of an eye. At this time, the world is in great harmony.

After Gu Zhan's death, the demon world was chased by the people of the world and almost destroyed the clan. It retreated to the north of the North Sea and waited for an opportunity to make a comeback.

After the Lincang Empire lost Xiao Jin, it retreated step by step and ended up forcing only the imperial city. On the eve of the day when the city was broken, Ye Xiu sneaked into the palace, explaining the origin of this thousands of years ago and gaining imperial power. Ye Xiu's memory was restored after opening the Yunhun Tiger Sleeping Land. The evil place that had been brewing forged forever for thousands of years was permanently destroyed and sealed, and the footprints of God disappeared forever in the Eight Wilderness Continents.

The Zhenyi clan regained the imperial power. The new emperor was a young man with no blood from the ruler. However, he was an orphan of a royal family's blood relationship back then. Although he was born with innate shortcomings, he worked hard to govern and restored his life after the war within fifty years. Under the encouragement of Ye Xiu, the Zhenyi clan and the Lincang clan shook hands and made peace, and did not violate each other.

After Gong Lin's death, Yu Wenwei resigned from the position of head and went into seclusion to practice.

As everyone expected, Ye Xiu took charge of the Nanqiong Sect. On the day of ascending the throne, the white horse bones filled the entire hillside with a bustling sunshine. The sun was so bright that Xiu pulled a soft little girl to walk slowly from Yunqinfeng. The little girl who was still unable to walk steadily was wearing a white dress and a red dress, two hairs and big red ribbons, long necklaces, eyebrows and eyes were as bright as flowers, similar to Jing Che when he was a child, but lacked the charm. Her thick eyebrows and big eyes inherited her father's handsomeness.

"Uncle Yexiu, why is the mountain so lively today?" The little girl fluttered her thick eyelashes, grabbed Yexiu's hand with one hand, and pinched a ball of chestnut cake with the other, and asked curiously.

Although this little girl is carved with jade, her body is filled with the blood of the Lord and powerful ancient divine power.

"Today, Uncle Yexiu is going to be the head of the sect today."

"Will dad come?"

"The Sword Saint probably won't come, but in a few days, Ali can go and see him."

"Will that mother come?" The little girl's tone was filled with a hint of crying.

"Ache, Ache, she should come, but Ali, you can't get close to her. It will be very painful to get close to her mother, do you know?"

Ali nodded in a vague way, "Then I will wave to my mother from afar, okay?"

"Um."

Three years ago, Jing Che used his body as a temptation to imprison Gu Zhan in his body, and used Baili Fengjian's cultivation to protect his body and risked his life to give birth to Ali. Her ** is on the verge of collapse, so he sealed his body in the Jiahuang Mountain Sword Tomb Group.

Because the ancient divine power of the Demon King and A Li were echoed, the year after A Li was born, Gu Zhan often took back Jing Che's body and made her lose her mind, almost causing a disaster.

When Ali was one year old, the world had already been settled, and Ye Xiu became the new leader of the Nanqiong Sect. Baili Fengjian sent Ali back to Jiahuang Mountain, and handed it to Ye Xiu to take good care of him and left.

Later people said that the new leader of the Nanqiong Sect was very fond of this little girl. The time has passed so long, and the origins of that year have been blurred. Only Ye Xiu himself knows why he was alone in his lifetime, and why he often looked at A Li and shed tears unconsciously. He became the last hero in that tragic and heroic era. He got everything, but he did not get the woman he had protected for thousands of years.

In front of the cave at the entrance of the Sword Saint Tomb Group in the back mountain, a small thatched hut was built in Baili Fengjian. It took a lot of effort to plant white horse bones on the back mountain of Jiahuang Mountain, which was hanging upside down in the glacier. In June of the following year, the hut was submerged in the passionate white horse bones.

Baili Fengjian often sits in front of the cave with his back against the rock wall, either meditating motionlessly, or lying in a sea of ​​flowers to drink and talk to himself. This has been happening for three years. The cave is Jing Che's body. Although she is sealed, her spiritual sense still exists.

"Ache, the wine this year has a little worse taste. Maybe the glaciers in the back mountain do not raise wine, so I have no good taste."

“…”

"Ache, since most of my cultivation has disappeared, I have become aware of an ordinary person. I will be hungry, sleepy, and exhausted."

“…”

He talked to her every day, as if she was living by his side, and she never responded, but he knew that she could hear it. She was clearly willing to protect the world and sacrificed her body to imprison the demons. She forgave the world, but she refused to forgive him.

Just as he protected the world but did not protect him. Her child-stubborn revenge probably proved one thing, she was still Jing Che, that proud girl.

A hundred years passed again in the blink of an eye. He still likes to drink, but she still doesn't speak.

"Ache, Master never thought that one day I would grow old like this."

“…”

"Ache, let's say something."

“…”

"A Che."

"Master."
Chapter completed!