Author: The Wrestling Panda

Li Qingsui came to Shenci Mountain.

This place was already lonely, but after Li Qingci passed away, it became even more deserted and lonely.

The Temple Mountain ushered in a ray of light. The dark clouds no longer shrouded the dome of the disaster area, but a ray of skylight emerged.

When the last guardian of the Temple Mountain died, the place finally ushered in the light.

However, the crisis in the temple has not been completely resolved. There are still countless black flowers blooming in the mountains and fields.

"They're all gone... gone..."

Li Qingsui squatted on the top of the mountain, hugging her knees, looking at the flower bed left by her sister, and murmured softly.

When she returned to the temple, she was no longer the head of the Li family who held the power of life and death in the outside world.

At this moment, she looked like just an ordinary little girl.

In fact, this is indeed the case.

It would be another two years before she turned eighteen.

In the traditional custom of the Nagano Lee family, during the coming-of-age ceremony, one usually invites one's most important and cherished "relatives" and "teachers" to be present. Li Qingsui thought about the joyful scene of her coming-of-age ceremony a long time ago. She thought about that time

If it is not convenient for my sister to leave Shenci Mountain, then her coming-of-age ceremony will be held in the mountain, and all the direct descendants of the Li family and the backbone of the Presbyterian Church will be called over.

Of course, Gu Shen will also be present.

But later, she seemed to grow up overnight.

Those unrealistic fantasies never came to her dreams again.

The wind blows quietly, and everything on the top of the mountain is silent.

Li Qingsui enjoyed this rare silence to herself, but she did not feel relaxed.

She stretched out her fingers and gently touched the small white flower on the edge of the flower bed.

After my sister left, the flowers in this garden still grew happily. Maybe my sister was right. After the light came, the shrine no longer needed the so-called protector.

But apart from Gu Shen, who else has the ability to erase this mountain of black flowers?

The guy my sister spent ten years of her life waiting for is already dead.

There is no one here anymore.

Thinking of this.

"Wow..."

A strange sound suddenly came from the well in front of the ancient house on the top of the temple. Li Qingsui suddenly looked back. She saw dozens of golden threads whizzing past in the void. The neatly stacked goddess costumes placed in front of the ancient house were pulled by the golden threads.

Sweeping towards the ancient well, she couldn't help but scream in surprise. In the mist, a slim figure stunned the heavens. She slowly stood up while supporting the ancient well.

That figure is so beautiful that people dare not look at it more.

Li Qingsui quickly turned around, fearing that she had blasphemed the goddess in the mist.

After a while, the sound of people wearing robes behind them ended.

A voice with a cold tone but a gentle tone sounded immediately.

"Qingsui, you have come to the shrine."

Li Qingsui hummed in a low voice. She actually forgot that besides her sister and Gu Shen, there was a third person on this mountain.

However... Miss Chu Ling should not be considered a "person".

"Sister Goddess, is today the day you come into the world?"

Li Qingsui looked back and looked at the red and white goddess costume, and couldn't help but feel swayed. No matter how many times she looked at it, she would always feel that Chu Ling had a transcendent beauty, which was not something ordinary people could possess.

The word "goddess" is very appropriate.

"Not really."

Chu Ling also came to the flower garden. She squatted next to Li Qingsui, stretched out her hand to touch the white flowers that were shaking her head, and said: "I can be 'born' a long time ago, but I have been waiting for him. I want to wait for him."

Come back from Sangzhou Cave and do the 'incarnation' again, so that we can meet each other just in time."

He... Gu Shen.

Li Qingsui's heartstrings trembled.

Li Qingsui didn't know the secret of the Ancient Literature Society, nor did he know that Chu Ling and Gu Shen had a deeper and more private spiritual connection.

She hesitated again and again and asked cautiously: "What about Sangzhou Cave..."

"I already know."

Chu Ling's answer was very calm.

She lowered her eyebrows, thought for a while, and said, "Gu Shen is dead."

Li Qingsui looked at the goddess in front of him and felt a little strange.

She knew about the relationship between the goddess sister and Gu Shen...

There are countless people in this world who are saddened by Gu Shen's death, but at this moment, the goddess sister doesn't seem to have much sadness or pain on her face?

"You seem surprised?"

Chu Ling smiled softly and asked in a hoarse voice: "Because I didn't show sadness or sadness?"

"……yes."

Li Qingsui stared blankly at the goddess who stood up again.

The flower garden on the top of the mountain was very quiet. At this moment, Li Qingsui thought of herself when she attended her sister's funeral. She had lost the most important person in her life, but she did not shed a single tear.

Perhaps she looked like this in the eyes of the elders of the Li family at that time.

Sadness, sadness, pain...emotions such as these do not necessarily have to be shown on the face.

There is no greater sorrow than the death of one's heart.

"I'm also curious as to why I didn't even shed a single tear."

"Actually, I'm sad."

"But...I can't make a sad expression."

"Maybe it's because there's nothing else I can do now..."

"It's not easy to come to the human world once. I only have a few days of light, so I can't waste my time on such things as sadness."

Chu Ling took out the Yama umbrella placed next to the ancient house of the temple. After opening and closing it twice, he hung it on his waist as a sword. He also picked a few black flowers and stuck them in his hair.

After doing this, she stood in front of the steps at the top of the mountain.

Chu Ling looked back at the little girl who had grown up a little but not yet fully grown up, and said with soft eyebrows: "Regarding Gu Shen's death, I want to do something... while I am still 'alive' now."

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When Chu Ling left Shenci Mountain, the first place he went to was the Qing Tomb.

She is the current tomb keeper, and the formations in Qingzhong Cemetery will naturally not stop her in any way.

At this moment, Bai Shu, who was in charge of the inner mausoleum, also removed the glow of the golden divine realm and met Chu Ling's true form.

Chu Ling slowly entered the inner mausoleum, and she saw a figure sitting in the golden divine realm, facing the wall. It was none other than Song Ci.

Song Ci has disappeared from the world's sight for a long time.

Only few people know it.

Most of the crows are actually meditating in the golden divine realm under Nagano Touzhan.

At this moment, a ray of the triple divine light actually separated and shrouded Song Ci... The apostle's blessing light that originally emitted from this [Immortal] also dissipated most of it under the warmth of the Dou Zhan God Realm. However,

Some iron laws cannot be changed. Once you touch a certain fire and sign a contract with it, you will never be accepted by another fire for life.

In other words.

No matter how hard Baizhu tried to cultivate Song Ci, Song Ci would never be able to become an apostle of Dou Zhan, and he would not be able to carry the God of Dou Zhan.

This wisp of fighting divine light currently lingering around him cannot be taken out of Nagano, and it may not even be taken out of the cemetery.

"You are here."

At the end of the Golden God Realm, there is a figure with three clones that are constantly overlapping and changing, sometimes old, sometimes young.

"Mr. Bai Shu, you should know why I am here."

Chu Ling raised his head.

"I know. You want to ask me... is Gu Shen dead?"

Bai Zhu smiled: "You are not the first person to face the throne of God over this matter."

Chu Ling raised his eyebrows, a little surprised.

You're not the first?
To be continued...