A few houses, a few medicine gardens, this is a medicinal herb cultivation base in the outer gate, and more than a dozen low-level disciples of the Enlightenment Period are all trembling and kneeling on the ground at this time.

As soon as the hall master grabbed it, one of the disciples was caught in front of him and shouted loudly, "Say, where did the missing girl fall off the cliff last time?"

"Over there~" This disciple's frightened soul is not possessed.

And Yang Ling's body shook, and in the blink of an eye, he appeared on the edge of a cliff a few hundred meters away, sure enough, this cliff was extremely steep, and there were some thorns and weeds growing around, Yang Ling's consciousness swept away, and picked up a hand-sewn purse from the grass, which was embroidered with two frolicking small fish, and one of the fish had a Ling character embroidered on its belly.

Although Yang Ling has never seen this purse, there is no doubt that it was dropped by Xiaoqing.

The death of an ordinary mortal is completely like an ant to a monk, so no one has asked about it since Xiaoqing fell, so after a few months, this purse is still intact here.

Yang Ling's divine consciousness fell down the cliff, and on the steep rock wall of tens of thousands of meters, there were some curved and strange dead trees and fluttering ancient vines, and under the cliff was a deep stream, and a cold spring was constantly churning, releasing a strong cold air and white mist.

Falling from a cliff tens of thousands of meters high, if he fell into this cold water, a weak ordinary mortal would definitely not survive.

Xiaoqing's death this time can be said to be directly related to him, if it weren't for him and the big monkey killing people in Yunfeng City, their family would not have experienced such a catastrophe.

From the moment he saw the ban on the Kyushu Continent lifted, Yang Ling knew that he was starting to think wrong, although this is the consciousness world of the Wuji Holy Venerable, but in fact it is also a real world, the people who live on the Kyushu Continent are all really living on this continent, they also have birth, old age, sickness and death, there are also joys, sorrows, and sorrows, there is no difference from the outside world, and even the world they live in, how can it be that it is also another Kyushu? It's just that he hasn't confirmed and discovered it yet.

The real and the unreal, at different times, in different places, in different realms, and at different levels, see completely different things.

But no matter what, in Yang Ling's heart, Xiaoqing is the real Xiaoqing, and her death was completely caused by her own carelessness.

If it weren't for his rush to find the cultivators in Kyushu, if he hadn't provoked trouble in Yunfeng City, he wouldn't have provoked the Yun family to take revenge on Xiaoqing's family.

Yang Ling's divine sense quickly searched the tens of thousands of miles below the cliff, but found nothing, so he pressed his finger forward, and a golden ripple spread out, and the image near the cliff in the center of the ripple was displayed.

"Retreat~"

With the urging of Yang Ling's mental power, the time in the image began to recede rapidly, and soon Yang Ling saw a soft and weak girl falling from the top of the cliff, but only half of it was seen, and Yang Ling jumped off the cliff.

There was a crack in the stone at the bottom of the cliff only a hundred meters away, and in the crack of the stone grew some sparse wild fruits and an ancient tree with strange branches, and there was a hole in the root of the ancient tree, and a little girl who was as thin as wood curled up in it, and drops of cold water continued to drip down from the crack in the rock, and fell into a puddle the size of a fist beside her.

The little girl's body continued to tremble, her eyes opened slightly to look out of the cave, when she fell, she happened to be hung by the branches of the ancient tree, and then she climbed along the ancient tree into the stone crevice, in this place where the world does not touch the ground, she has relied on wild fruits and dripping water for half a year, but now that she is sick, she feels that she can no longer support herself.

"Brother Yang Ling, Xiaoqing misses you so much! I wish you could come and see me and talk to me......

Xiaoqing's chapped lips moved slightly, feeling that her eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, and the brilliance in her eyes was slowly dissipating, but just as she was about to fall into the darkness, she seemed to see a person who had been thinking about it day and night flying towards her with open arms.

"I dreamed of my brother again~" Xiao Qing showed a satisfied smile on her face, and then her eyes completely closed and fell into endless darkness.

……

Two months later.

A peaceful and quiet little fishing village.

The newly renovated three-room wooden houses have more than doubled in size, with wooden shelves covered with a variety of sea fish, and a string of colorful shell wind chimes swaying gently in the evening breeze under the eaves, making a crisp sound.

"Uncle and aunt, I'll take the time to come back to see you!" Yang Ling walked out of the house with a black sword on his back and a burden on his shoulder, a young girl grabbed his hand tightly and followed out, and said reluctantly: "Brother, you must come back to see us!"

"Don't worry, my brother is what he says, and he will definitely come back to see you!" Yang Ling touched the girl's hair.

"Brother, this is for you!" Xiao Qing hesitated for a moment, and took out a hand-sewn purse from behind her with two frolicking small fish on it, and the belly of the small fish was embroidered with a Ling and a Qing character.

"Ah Zai, let's go, otherwise we won't be able to catch up with the caravan in the town!" Although the uncle was a little reluctant in his eyes, he still waved his rough hand and shouted.

"Ah Zai, in the baggage, Auntie made you your favorite fish tofu and spicy dried fish, eat it slowly on the way!"

"Uncle and aunt take care! Sister Xiaoqing take care!" Yang Ling clenched his fists, then opened the fence door of the courtyard and strode away.

"Brother, you must come back to see me~" The girl chased Yang Ling's steps, along the winding path, and chased out for a long time.

Yang Ling didn't look back, he was afraid that he would never want to leave again once he turned around, and he was also afraid that one day, all of this would completely collapse like a dream.

Not far from Xiaoqing's house, there was a new fisherman, a middle-aged man surnamed Feng, with a gentle temper, and a charming lady and a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy, and a big earthy monkey.

"Fengyu, Wukong, take good care of Xiaoqing's family!" a voice sounded in the minds of the middle-aged man and the big monkey at the same time.

"Yes~Master!" Feng Yu and the big monkey hurriedly bowed their hands in the direction of Yang Ling's departure at the same time.

Yang Ling had already walked to a remote area at this time, and the space shook for a while, and Feng Jingzi and Oda Yukiko appeared at the same time.

"Fengjingzi, we're going back, please take care of the things here first!"

"Rest assured, master!"

"Yukiko, let's go!" Yang Ling's body rose into the air, and Yukiko Oda, who was dressed in a white dress, also followed, and the master and servant turned into streamers and disappeared into the blue sky in an instant, and soon a faint white light appeared in the vast sea.