That finger is like a towering mountain.

Like a river of stars stretching across the sky.

Like a mighty god with a stern finger.

The golden mask instantly shattered and turned into dots of brilliance like flying fireflies, flying away in all directions.

The bonfire was swept away by the cold wind, and the young man outside the door had already stepped across the threshold of the ruined temple.

He was wearing a mysterious dark gold cloak, his black hair was scattered around his shoulders, his face was not evil at all, and his eyes were as calm as the sea.

He glanced at everyone, and then fell on Yan Ling.

"You come out."

Although the middle-aged man was horrified, he still clasped his fists and said: "I am Lu Feng of Qingya Villa, may I ask who you are?"

He didn't exist in that young man's eyes. He came here personally just for one person. This was the original reason, and it was also the reason before he got the golden finger and was put under house arrest. He recognized this person, and he was not just a fan.

It was just a vague relationship.

If you are just confused, then even the stupidest person can see through it.

It was precisely because of the half-truth and half-falsehood that he was put under house arrest in a small pavilion, where he spent the spring, summer, autumn and winter reading through the scripture collection.

Yan Ling glanced at him, walked over, and responded at the same time: "Okay."

Lu Feng didn't dare to stop him. Although the person who came was a young man, and although he didn't exude much momentum, he was already frightened. Moreover, Yan Ling obviously knew this mysterious young man.

None of the other disciples at Qingya Villa dared to stop him, but many people looked at each other curiously.

"How could Senior Sister Yan recognize such a person?"

"Who is this young man? I think he must be a big shot."

"He shattered the golden shield with one finger. Now I am still frightened and confused..."

"Me too."

"Me too."

The disciples had a vague guess that the golden light shield was supported by the spiritual energy of each of them, but the visitor actually pointed it out. Doesn't this mean that the combined spiritual energy of themselves and others is not enough for that young man?

Is it the mud and dust under the clouds, or the light of fireflies under the light of the sun and moon?

Senior Sister Yan went undercover in the Demon Cult, turned into a witch, and was ruined. After returning to the righteous path, she didn't have a single friend for three years. How could she know such a person?

outside the door.

Yan Ling walked beside the young man with his head lowered.

"You should come wearing a mask so they can't see your face."

"No need."

"You have mixed up with the demon clan. It would be terrible if everyone in the world knew about it."

"I know."

"Then why don't you hide it and change your identity? Isn't it the same action? With your power, if you make up a non-existent person, many people will believe it. In this way, you can keep your feathers clean and you can get the mediation

Room. You have never been an ordinary person, and you were born into a powerful family. Why don't you understand the truth that even a small powerful person can understand?"

"I do not understand."

The two of them talked and walked to a cliff.

The bright moon is shining brightly, and waves of mist are lapping at the mountains and valleys like tides.

"Why set up a trap against me?"

Yan Ling smiled bitterly and said: "Am I going to use my own body to deal with you? If you don't believe me, just push me down from here. Even if you don't push me down, I'm just an ant to you. If you want to kill me, then kill me."

"

She closed her eyes.

She is the witch who had an affair with Xia Ji three years ago.

Xia Ji stretched out his hand, put it on her back, and said softly: "Tell me, I can really do it."

Yan Ling closed her eyes tightly and sighed softly.

Xia Ji's palm slowly moved forward, driving Yan Ling to move forward.

One inch...

Two inches...

...

Yan Ling bit her lip.

Then she suddenly jumped forward on her own, about to pounce into the abyss, but as soon as she moved, she was already caught by the big hand, so she didn't move at all.

Xia Jidao: "You jumped on your own, so you still had luck after all. But if I pushed you, you wouldn't have any luck. Let's talk..."

Yan Ling seemed to not want to recall that past event, but she still thought about it and whispered softly: "You wrote a letter and asked me to meet on the boat. I went and passed out after entering. I vaguely remember that...

....Then you were taken away and I was thrown into prison, but someone rescued me and asked me to return to Qingya Villa quickly. This is the end of the story.

I am in the imperial capital, but I am just a pawn buried in the Demon Gate by Zhengdao, helping Zhengdao provide information. Zhang Xuehe's death was due to me providing information.

But I have never done anything to you, and I have no intention of harming you. Even if I am an undercover agent, I cannot help myself. My parents died early, and I have no elders to protect me. I can only work hard on my own. Do you think it is easy for me?

Besides, I have known you for more than a day or two. You concealed your identity and went to the streets of the imperial capital, and I got along with you. Is that true?

If I could really participate in the circle that framed a prince, then how could my level be that of an ordinary righteous disciple, and how could I be easily found and caught by you?

Aren’t those who framed you afraid that I will reveal everything?"

Xia Ji suddenly stretched out his hand to grab her chin, looked into her eyes, and the zen of Maitreya Zen illuminated his delusional thoughts suddenly activated.

Then...

He felt a great sadness.

And he also saw the source, which was on the boat... In the picture, there were only two people, he and the girl in front of him, lingering on the bed.

The picture is charming and full of romance.

But Xia Ji watched quietly, and a bright light suddenly floated up,

That bright light is shining brightly, destroying all illusions,

Under the illumination of the light, the scene was suddenly burned to ashes, and another scene appeared inside.

On screen...

There were three people on the boat.

He and Yan Ling sat face to face in the painting boat, their eyes dull, and they did not go to Wushan Yunyu together at all.

And there was another girl sitting inside the boat.

Black hair hangs down her shoulders, her skin is crystal clear, her white clothes are like a fairy, and she is ethereal. Her eyes have a somewhat otherworldly color. The girl's movements are the same as Yan Ling's. She raises her hand, Yan Ling

She also raised her hand, she shook her head, and Yan Ling also shook his head.

Xia Ji's expression changed. He recognized this girl. She was the second princess Xia Yun. She was just sixteen years old three years ago, so she received the Ancestral Dragon initiation and couldn't wait to experiment on herself?

So, in fact, he did not have an "illicit affair" with Yan Ling?

But at this moment, the expression on Yan Ling's face suddenly changed. The original sad look was gone, and a smile appeared instead.

"I originally wanted to have a spectacular love affair with my little brother, but did I see through it so quickly? It's really boring. If you just pretend to be stupid, this love affair in which a separation is better than a newlywed might continue,

Wouldn't it be nice to let Sister Huang weave a gentle countryside for you?"

Yan Ling's eyes became a little ethereal, but with a color that was a bit otherworldly.

Xia Ji said calmly: "Xia Yun."

"Sure enough, it was seen through." Yan Ling did not deny it and said directly, "But this girl is indifferent to men and women. She really thought that she had an affair with her seventh brother. She is indeed innocent. Since you have seen through it, send her away

Dispose of it as you wish.

Killing her won't cost me much.

Even if you sleep with her, she will still be a virgin.

Anyway, as a pawn to frame the seventh brother, she has long been used up and is useless. This time, sister, I specially sent her to see how capable the younger brother is now."

Yan Ling paused and suddenly smiled, "It's just...little brother, since I can leave a part of the soul in her body, will I leave a part of the soul in the people you trust, such as

My innocent ninth sister, eh?"

"Xia Yun, why are you targeting me?"

However, the second princess did not answer. After saying this, the aura in Yan Ling's eyes disappeared and returned to its original sad look.

Xia Ji closed his eyes, and the appearance of the second princess appeared in his mind.

With heroic appearance, white clothes like an immortal, he emerged from the ethereal world, worshiped under the Haoran Taoist Sect, and practiced the Nine Heavens Treasure Mirror.
To be continued...