Qiuqiu reached out in vain, but the human hand could not grasp the flowing light.
"Master." She called softly.
It was quiet all around.
After a while, she whispered: "Master."
She sat blankly in the original place.
The color of the sky above my head gradually fades. Not only the sky, medicine gardens, stone railings, and distant mountains, the color becomes lighter and lighter, and even the shape becomes blurred, just like the ice and snow under the scorching sun, melting rapidly.
This illusion is about to collapse.
Maybe the master of the illusion removed the barrier she set.
But it is also possible that the master of the illusion has left forever, and this illusion has lost its source of power and can no longer be maintained.
Finally, she sat in a clear and pure white space, without heaven and earth, without all things, only a blank space.
Qiuqiu felt the spiritual power gradually recover, so she stood up and walked forward.
A big hole was torn open in front of her. The light green sky light shone through the gap, making her unable to open her eyes for a while.
The illusion was penetrated by light and shattered into pieces.
Qiuqiu looked at Shi'er in a daze through these fragments.
"Master and the others have left?"
They didn't know what Fujia Zhenren and Yuxia Zhenren left. Later, Changyi saw the message left by Fujia Zhenren and sighed that this senior was really a dragon but the Wulou Mountain formation was for him.
The root shape is as if nothing is present.
As for why this real person of Fu generation left Xiuyuan Mountain and stayed in the small Heshan Town incognito and practiced his unpredictable skills today. These secrets followed him and Yuxia's real person
The departed and annihilated, no one knows again.
Everyone knew that the chance of meeting the two people again was slim. But more people were not as sad and sad as they were.
Maybe there are, but only a few two or three people.
More people are looking towards Xiuyuan Mountain, where the shock coming from Wulou Mountain can be clearly felt.
A sect that has been passed down for thousands of years, an immortal mountain that stretches for hundreds of miles is collapsing.
Qiuqiu's feelings are clearer and more distinct than others.
She didn't know if every sect in the sect would have any mysterious feelings and connections.
Xiuyuan Mountain is still shrouded in a thick fog, and nothing can be seen.
But Qiu Qiu could clearly feel something peeling and collapsed layer by layer, and her heart seemed to be tightly grabbed and clenched. The pain made her breathless.
Shi'er hugged her tightly, and Qiuqiu's body curled up, her face pale, and her teeth were closed.
Shi'er lowered her head to hear her vague moans, occasionally clear words and sentences. They are calling her master.
The collapse of the formation lasted for almost three or four hours. After everything was settled, Xiuyuan Mountain no longer existed. The mountain collapsed and the peaks of Xiuyuan Mountain were broken, the main peak of Xiuyuan Mountain, Pipa Peak, Lianhua Peak, and Changshou Peak were all gone. Especially the peaks of the mountain were gone.
The main peak was broken into pieces. There was no stone the size of a fist. The rain and snow were still there.
As for people, no one escaped.
True Man Fujia once said that those disciples may still be alive.
But now he and Yuxia chose to burn both jade and stone.
The name Xiuyuan was also chosen by Yan Ming Zhenren, a founding school’s member. There have been many different opinions on where the word Xiuyuan comes from. Some people say that Yan Ming Zhenren had met immortal fate when he was young, and Xiuyuan was chosen because of this.
It is for the purpose of cultivating immortality. Some people also say that Yan Ming once had a close lover. However, the two have deep love and shallow relationships, and life and death are separated. The word "cultivation" is for cultivating love in the next life.
No matter what the possibility is, what is left to future generations is only endless guesses.
Qiuqiu stood on the ruins of the main peak, unable to find even a trace of the past.
When she came, she was still counting on one thousandth and one ten thousandth, thinking that she might be able to find her master, who is still alive...
But now there is no trace.
The former hall, Zhixingtai, Library, Pipa Peak, the small courtyard where she lived...
All are gone.
Qiuqiu looked around in a daze. If it weren't for the fact that others said that this was Xiuyuan Mountain, she wouldn't believe it at all.
She never realized the true meaning of the word "destruction" as clearly as she is now.
When the word destruction becomes reality and appears in front of you, Qiuqiu can realize how cruel it is.
There is no hope, and nothing will exist anymore. The beautiful, spiritual, and vital... are all destroyed.
Qiuqiu was on the ruins for two days, and when she came back at night, she only held the sword spikes that Yuxia had replaced before and was stunned. She saw that Yuxia's sword spikes were old and faded, so she woven a new one.
The sword spear was made with moon silver thread on it, and a very beautiful hibiscus flower knot was made. At that time, Yuxia Zhenren said with a smile that the sword spear looked very strong and could be used for a long time.
Now the sword spear is of course also destroyed with the sword and the owner of the sword. The replaced old sword spear is like a little comforting to Qiuqiu, and she is held tightly by her.
Shi'er stood in front of the door, and the room was dark.
He pushed open the door and walked in. Qiuqiu sat on the couch with her knees in her arms, staring blankly at a certain part of the void.
"Why don't you hold the lights?"
He sat down in front of her.
"I don't want to see the light." Qiuqiu said softly: "Let me wait a moment."
Why is she afraid of seeing light?
Shi'er had the same experience as her.
When his mother died early and his father passed away, he wanted to hide himself, and no one wanted to see him. At this time, darkness is like a protection. Once there is light, under the light, there is no place to hide sadness.
It's right.
Shi'er held her in one hand and held it in her palm.
The room was quiet, and Shi'er sat with her for no reason for how long, Qiuqiu finally spoke: "I don't think this is true. How could Master be cruel to leave me... When I think about it, I'll never come back from now on.
I will never see my master again, and no one will respond if I call her. My heart seems to be tearing it in half, and half thinks it is really ridiculous. How is this possible? It must not be true. But the other half hurts
It hurts so hard that I feel breathless. I know what losing means. I have lost my master once, but the last time I didn’t feel so uncomfortable…”
"I feel so uncomfortable."
Shi'er made no sound.
He is in touch with Qiuqiu Spiritual Consciousness. In the past, Qiuqiu's spiritual consciousness gave him a fresh and bright color, but now it has become dark and sluggish, and the sad and depressing atmosphere is as thick as inexhaustible ink.
"I regret it very much. If I had known this would happen, I would never have agreed to my master to return to the Central Plains. I would rather she stay in Jiufeng forever..." Qiuqiu looked at the sword spike in his hand.
The sword spike is the simplest small Ruyi knot, and the tails of the silk spikes are slightly worn and have different lengths.
"Shi'er, I feel uncomfortable. I miss Master very much."
I will never see her again, no matter how I shout, I will never hear her response again.
The world is so big, but there is no place to find her.
Qiuqiu finally burst into tears.
Shi'er hugged her tightly and comforted her ear softly: "You and me."
I waited for Qiuqiu to be extremely tired and fell asleep, but Shi'er did not let her go.
Qiuqiu was pillowing on his legs. His brows were slightly frowning, and there were still tears on his face.
Shi'er wiped her face clean with her sleeves.
He knew Qiuqiu would figure it out. Maybe tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, she would not be depressed for too long, and she would cheer up. The current situation, even the sorrow of her heart is a luxury.
Xiuyuan Mountain is burned with jade and stones, and all the disciples have lived. But it does not mean that all the monsters on the mountain are buried with them. The inner demons should have no entity like the nightmare demons. Will they die with the collapsed formation? If they are in the formation
Have you left before the collapse?
No one can confirm this.
Shi'er raised her head.
Monsters are very cunning. They rarely face people head-on, but are always lurking in the dark. They unexpectedly give people a vicious and fatal blow.
Shi'er felt that even if other monsters were buried in Xiuyuan Mountain, the one that Fu Jin had met before would not be destroyed so easily.
Qiuqiu will definitely figure this out.
She will definitely continue to investigate, not only to avenge her master, but also to have a naive and pure sense of justice in her heart. She knows the terror of monsters, and knows that they may be raging the Central Plains like hundreds of years ago, and she may be confused.
Fear, but she won't back down.
To cheer up doesn't mean she has forgotten the pain.
She will bury her miss her master and her own pain.
Human growth is the accumulation of layers of precipitated past events and pains, paving this road. Every time you take a step forward on this road, it will not be easy.
Qiuqiu slept very heavily.
She was too tired. She had been tense these days, and both physically and mentally had reached the critical point.
Shi'er pressed her hand on her back, and her spiritual power slowly and carefully combed her meridians.
He heard footsteps approaching and stopped in front of the door. After a while, he gradually walked away.
He could tell who it was.
Guan Wei also heard that there were two people in the room.
One is of course Qiuqiu, and judging from the breath, he should be asleep. There is no doubt who the other person is.
He doesn't need to go in.
Walking out of the yard, Guan Wei saw a man standing on the stone railing beside the cliff from a distance.
His eyes were slightly deeper and he walked over there.
Zhenren Fang heard his footsteps, but he did not turn around.
He looked in the direction of Xiuyuan Mountain and did not move.
Guan Wei stood beside him.
The moon poked out from the clouds, and the cold silver light spread across the vast mountains and fields.
Guan Wei seemed to hear a sigh.
But I can't hear it carefully.
It was like the sound of the wind in the mountains, maybe he heard it wrong.
"Do you regret it?"
Fang Zhenren did not answer.
He certainly wouldn't say he regretted it.
But he didn't say he didn't regret it.
He remembered that he had rejected her. When he left her, the moonlight was so clear, it was exactly the same. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations, monthly votes, and your support is me
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