The girl is dressed in white clothes, standing on the cliff, letting the wind howl, destroying the stones and rolling the wood without moving, the wind to the periphery, but she can slightly blow her face, move her clothes slightly, and see the wild posture before. The eyebrows are cold, the eyes are tired, the snow skin is black, and the fairy posture is quiet, as if the void is only in a moment.

Pick a leaf and put it on the forehead, step into the valley, the group of demons patrol Gu is still looking forward to it, but even if they pass by, they can't find any traces, and a leaf is more than this.

Seeing the blood all over the ground as nothing, the slender palms gathered the wind, and everything that passed was devastated and decayed, until all the buildings, most of the demon clan were seriously injured, and the captive human race did not add the slightest injury.

The leaves of the tree are self-contained, the posture is revealed, the curses and wails everywhere are not in the ears, the eyes are indifferent, the vomit is cold, there is no other word, only a town word, the heaven and the earth are reversed, the surrounding cliffs have collapsed, and the living beings have all been removed, the petrified monument, and all the demons present have been sealed.

The remains of human beings were turned into the earth, the elevated iron of the giant cauldron was all turned into dust, and the only remaining human race ignored the tears in their eyes and did not receive any more eyes and comfort.

With a roll of wide sleeves, the surviving human race was put away, and then the body changed, and it had reached a sect, and these human races were handed over to the care of the monks, and he was far away again, one step and a thousand miles, and there was no trace of it.

The scene is flipped, the singing and dancing are leveled, the feast is joyful, there are Taoist people with white sideburns and delicate faces, waving their hands in the courtyard to summon the bright moon, the clear light is full of clear and lovely, there are beautiful people smiling, and the flowers in the courtyard are blooming brightly.

Some people dress up as scribes, and some people sing softly, and the sound is like a heavenly song, and some people wipe it on the table, and the jade small table immediately has a rich aroma, and some people hold the pot high, and the wine is naturally divided into several wisps, and the cups are full and empty.

The eyes are all handsome or fairy-like, talking and laughing are full of talent and radiance, when the wine is drunk, some people sing and dance, the waist turns to soft, and the dancing posture is sighing.

A dance is full of praise, and then there are Xiushi cut paper and turn into a beautiful woman, slender and beautiful, luxurious clothes and ornaments, light posture, do singing and dancing to serve, extremely satisfactory, pleasing to the eye.

How cheerful and wanton, how joyful and dazzling, full of glory, but all of them are not as good as the style of the Yiren.

The event is like this, the whole body is as white as before, the eyebrows are submerged, the corners of the lips are slightly hooked, look at it quietly, no one can look at it, the elegance is stunning, the clear light is all weak and the color of a person, Su refers to holding a cup and not drinking, the lips are crooked like joy, and the eyes are still cold and cold, not stained by joy.

There was not even a trace of emotion, although he smiled lightly, but his mind did not belong to the event, and the audience changed colorfully, and the curvature of the corners of his lips was the same as before.

With such a scene, how to look extremely amazing, the more you look at it, the more you can feel its indifference, for a long time, although the beauty is stunning, the color can no longer be moved, but do not dare to pay a little attention, the beauty can not be warm, can only make people fall into the abyss of the cold kiln.

Later, there were scenes such as Venerable Lingya painting, Venerable Lingya's inscription, Venerable Lingya's music, Venerable Lingya's meditation, Venerable Lingya's playing chess, and Venerable Lingya's discussion of the Tao. No matter what kind of skill he is, Venerable Lingya is an absolute leader, and his skills are close to the Tao, which can only be admired.

And no matter whether there are stars and moons around or empty, whether it is rich and desolate or desolate, as long as there is the figure of Ling Ya Venerable in her field of vision, she will subconsciously and can't get rid of most of her attention.

In the end, there is always only one person worthy of attention, and the environment is elegant, cool, and pure.

Looking at her every move, she is beautiful and quiet between her eyebrows and eyes, whether it is joy or sorrow, even if there is a trace of emotion, the pupils are more indifferent.

Her face seems to be happy, angry, sighing, and even comforting, but her eyes are cold, cold and intoxicating, there is no one person or one thing in her heart, joy, anger, sorrow, and joy, all of which instinctively imitate reason to judge the real feelings.

Moreover, there were not many expressions on Venerable Ling Ya's face, and more often, they were all faint, cold and quiet to communicate with this world.

This kind of lightness is different from the lightness that Yu Qingchen was used to on her face later, the former is a lightness that has no emotions, no likes and dislikes, and she doesn't want to pretend to be anything, and the latter is because she is calm in her heart, or the mood is not good enough for her to show the lightness on her face.

Even if the latter is faint, sometimes the eyes will be happy and angry, and the former's lightness is basically nothing, and nothing can be expressed in real indifference.

Out of a cold sweat, he tried to wake up from his dream, but he couldn't, so he could only continue to watch, watching countless people follow one another like moths to a fire, and looking at Ling Ya Venerable's expression was still indifferent, but he avoided the followers of most of those people from then on.

Looking at a young man with a beautiful and radiant demeanor, a superb cultivation talent, a handsome face and a demeanor that is difficult to describe, such as a handsome man who has attracted countless people's minds.

When I saw His Holiness, I mistook my life.

His Holiness really cherishes his talents and qualifications, so he avoids him more and more thoroughly, and His Holiness does admit that his amazing talent is brilliant, so even if he is indifferent, he will occasionally be moved by one or two points.

He was the first person to be so completely shunned by His Holiness, and he was also the only one who was able to 'meet' His Holiness from time to time in such a situation, which sounds very good, but if he racked his brains and devoted all his strength for the rest of his life, it was only for His Holiness to remember such a person.

is not a person who loves himself very much and is talented and excellent, but with a person with really good qualifications, no bad ability, and clever mind.

Adoring oneself is just one of the small flaws of this extremely talented teenager.

Unconsciously, he was already in tears, and Li Xizi really didn't leave a trace of his feelings, but even if he saw these pictures for the second time, Zhong Huaiqing still felt sad and speechless, and even felt some empathy between the shadows.

That's right, His Holiness has feelings now, and he is very different from himself, and he won't encounter the kind of realm that he can't cover up no matter how much he can't cover it, but he can't help but chill when he sees that he is so much better than himself in his previous life.

When the scheming young man found out about this, his Dao heart was almost lost, his hair turned gray overnight, and he thought hard for a long time, but he was reluctant to give up after all, but he really didn't have the strength to pursue it as before, and he didn't have the temperature to try to cover it.

I was a little relieved to know that His Holiness was in love, and I knew that I had no hope anymore and that His Holiness had never been cold, but I liked that I had been immersed in the bone marrow, accompanied by breathing pain, and I couldn't give it up.

gave up his peerless appearance, no longer showed his style and brilliance, the old man looked childish, laughing and playing in the world.

This person was unrecognizable overnight, only a true heart was cold but still, on the premise of knowing that Li Xizi had completely given up and changed his identity, those admirations were really strong in the eyes of the Venerable, and it would not hurt.

Lixizi's successful transformation changed his impression, in exchange for the Venerable who knew the reason, he finally added his previous impression to a single-minded obsession but had to give up helplessly, regretting that he was not doing his job in the world with a genius for his own sake.

In exchange for this point by completely giving up, who knows whether it will be worth it or not.

Zhong Huaiqing, who finally woke up, didn't say a word but his throat was dry and hoarse, compared to the almost cruel and real Venerable in Lixizi's memory, the current Venerable was full of emotions that even Lixizi had never floated in his dream, but it made him panic after seeing it, and the cold Venerable who was worried suddenly became real.

With more than 20 years of life, more than a year of getting along with each other is too thin compared with the image engraved over and over again in Lixizi's memory for more than 1,000 years, like a dream.