He suppressed the ridiculous thought in his heart, and saw that Liu Zhuqing seemed to have fallen into an enlightenment, Gu Han did not disturb him and quietly retreated.

Wave the sleeves of the robe.

A ban was set up casually.

When he came to a wild flower that was blooming in full bloom, he suddenly thought of Yun Jiansheng's natural sword intent.

"Don't worry."

Sighing, he whispered: "This time, I will definitely reunite you with Senior Feiyu!"

...

The vast and quiet depths.

A whirlpool-shaped star mist slowly rotates, hazy, like a dream, like billions of starlight gathering together, with mystery in its magnificence.

In the star fog.

Thousands of floating islands appeared and arranged in an orderly manner. They were connected together by ribbon-like star links, turning into a magnificent and powerful array.

Xuanji Ancient Saint Road!

A force that is even longer and much older than the Xuantian Realm!

The edge of the island.

There is a special valley.

Outside the valley.

A layer of ban was shrouded in, as if it had completely blocked the place.

Inside the valley.

The birds sing and the flowers are fragrant, the inspiration is high, the green grass is green, and the strange flowers are everywhere, full of fresh and natural meaning.

At the center.

There is a thatched cottage about a meter in size, which shows its elegant and freshness.

A flash of light.

A figure fell into the valley, wearing a yellow dress, about eighteen or nineteen years old, with a slim figure, lively and agile temperament, and a beautiful face. He was a girl.

Her waist is gentle.

When I came to the hut, I bowed respectfully, and my voice was like a lark yellow bird, crisp and moving.

"aunt."

"Dad asked me to ask you again, do you still disagree?"

The hut was silent.

The girl's expression remains unchanged. This is not the first time she has come, nor is it the first time she has encountered a wall.

in the past.

She always asked a question, but she left without getting a reply, but this time it was different.

“By the way.”

She curled her lips and said deliberately: "Before I come this time, I heard that the Xuantian Realm is going to restart the sword fighting conference."

"Really?"

A trembling woman's voice came from the hut.

Unlike girls.

The woman's voice is both the ethereality of the mountain stream and the gracefulness of the lingering sounds surrounding the beams, as if it can wash everything. Just listening to the sound, you can guess what a stunning one inside is.

"Of course it's true."

When the girl saw the woman speaking, she said again: "It will take half a month later."

"He... is back?"

The woman spoke again, and there was a little hope in her voice.

"I haven't heard of this."

The girl deliberately said: "It seems that the four major sword sects have joined forces to restart, and it has nothing to do with the former Xuantian Sword Sect."

“…”

A long silence.

he.

Haven't come back?

"I'm going to have a look."

After a while, the woman spoke again, her voice still ethereal and gentle, but there was a little more loneliness and sadness.

"Auntie, it won't work."

The girl shook her head, "Dad said, as long as you don't agree to the Qian clan's engagement for one day, you will not be able to leave this valley in one day."

“…”

It was another long silence.

"Wenyue."

After a while, the woman spoke again and said softly: "You want the seat of Saint Xuan Ji for a long time, right?"

Hearing words.

A little bit of glimmer suddenly flashed in the girl's eyes.

"Auntie was joking."

Her eyes drooped, covering her emotions, and whispered: "No matter what aspect, I am not as good as my aunt, how dare I have any inappropriate thoughts?"

"Let me out."

The woman ignored her words and her voice gradually calmed down, "I know you have a way."

"Let me leave."

"Let me take a look, let me... give up. This inheritance mark of Saint Xuan Ji is yours."

"aunt!"

A brilliant reappeared in the girl's eyes, "You, seriously?"

"nature."

"Okay, aunt is here."

The girl is like a different person, her movements disappear, and is replaced by endless ambitions and greed.

"Half a day later."

"I will answer my aunt and I will definitely satisfy my aunt's wish!"

After saying that.

She didn't want to stay any longer. She swept the jade talisman in her hand and left the valley directly, leaving only a lonely thatched hut.

The furnishings in the hut are extremely simple.

A woman in white stood leaning against the window, staring at the outside room in a daze, not knowing what she was thinking.

Elegant temperament.

Her eyebrows are as beautiful as the distant mountains and dark as the eyes are as beautiful as the waves of autumn water. Her appearance is stunning and she can't find any flaws at all. It seems that God has given her all the best.

only.

What was slightly abrupt was her hair that looked like white snow, which made her feel more weak and lonely.

Saint Xuan Ji, Shi Feiyu.

It is also Yun Jiansheng’s former lover.

Flying rain falls in the world, and fog hides in the clouds and swords are born.

My hair turns gray, and I pray for you to return.

But now the world is broken, the sword is filled with fog, the flying rain is gone, and naturally it has become rootless rain. Three thousand black hairs have all turned into white hair of longing.

She knows.

The probability of Yun Jian's survival is extremely small.

She knows it even more.

This time I went to the sword fighting conference, all I got was more despair.

But she just couldn't help it.
To be continued...