Feng Qingyi couldn't tell how she felt when she saw her, she was obviously smiling gently, but her eyes were cold.

Like a fairy who was accidentally lost in the forest, she walked over step by step and approached him.

Feng Qingyi's heart beat like a thunderstorm in summer.

She was just outside the big array, stopped, her eyes roamed over the enchantment of the big array, her chin was slightly raised with the look, and her slender neck was hidden in the slightly curved black hair on both sides, white and mysterious.

Feng Qingyi looked at her through the large array of enchantments, and behind her was the sun, and she was shimmering in the silhouette of the sun, and the tiny dust swirled in the shimmer, and he could see that he had forgotten what it was.

She raised her hand and lightly touched the enchantment, and Feng Qingyi quickly touched the enchantment as well.

The barrier between them immediately melted away like snow in spring.

Their hands touched together.

"Be careful. Feng Qingyi couldn't help but remind her, and then uneasily withdrew her hand behind her back.

His hands clenched and released quietly behind him.

The warm and soft touch between his fingers rushed straight into his heart, and his heartbeat that he had tried so hard to control suddenly exploded.

Seeing that his face was pale and his lips were purple, the girl shook her body miserably, and asked with concern, "What's wrong with you?"

Feng Qingyi carried the medicine with her, and after eating it, she still couldn't control her panting, and she couldn't answer her questions.

It was the first time they met, and he would never forget that day, the first day he was attracted to girls.

Since then, the girl has been living in Chenbai Garden, and she said that her name is Mu Ziyan.

She didn't say where she came from, and the wind clothes that she secretly fell in love with naturally didn't ask.

The exercises she practiced were completely different from Feng Qingyi, but they were by no means demonic.

To say that at the beginning, Feng Qingyi wanted to learn from her the method of absorbing the skills of others, then later he simply left her because she was her.

She was both gentle and detached from him, knowing his affection but keeping a very measured distance from him, but while keeping her distance, she showed her concern for him, so his heart was easily held in her hand like that.

After so many years, their relationship has never gone further, it has always been a little more ambiguous than a friend, and a little less love than a lover.

Mu Ziyan has been practicing in Chenbai Garden, and she spends seven or eight months of her retreat every year, and she is as tireless as a machine.

Feng Qingyi would often sit outside her retreat door, silently imagining everything he had with her.

There are no idle people in Chenbaiyuan, and the affairs of the owner are not something that others can handle, so Mu Ziyan lives here, like a person who does not exist, no one talks about her, and no one even mentions her.

But the deacons were his father's old subordinates, and they watched him grow up, and of course they hoped that Feng Qingyi would lead Qiming Villa to greater glory, but his body was destined to fail to fulfill this wish.

As an elder, since he can't see the achievements of the younger generation in his career, he naturally hopes that he can get married as soon as possible, so that he can continue to be a descendant of the Feng family.

But he seemed to have only the woman of unknown origin in Chenbai Garden in his heart.

He longs for love, but also has low self-esteem for his body, even if Mu Ziyan is willing to marry him, he will not necessarily marry, he doesn't want a woman to miss her husband alone in loneliness when she is young.

So he liked the somewhat inexplicable way they got along with each other.

What they talk about the most is how to improve their strength and how to heal their hearts.

Once they talked about the Thousand Yin Beads, and it was rumored that the Demon Lord promised to give a wish to the person who retrieved the Thousand Yin Beads, but one didn't know where the Thousand Yin Beads were, and the other didn't know where the Demon Lord was.

So it's just like other rumors, it's just going on from generation to generation, and not many people are working on it.

But Mu Ziyan said that she could go to the Demon Realm, and she knew the path to the Demon Realm.

In fact, every world is connected, but the places where they are connected are not widely known.

For the human realm, what they know the most is the celestial realm.

The heavenly realm is just above the human realm, and it only takes thirty-three days to reach it, but who can fly there?

The higher you go, the thinner the air becomes, and even if you can hold your breath, there is an unpredictable lethal light in the sky.

But the heavenly realm is still connected to the human realm.

On the top of the mountain in West Kunlun, there is a ladder to reach the heavenly realm, but the ladder can only be seen by those who have cultivated to become immortals, and they go up step by step.

The ultimate goal of the Hugh in the human world is to climb the ladder of West Kunlun.

Feng Qingyi asked Mu Ziyan, why could she go to the Demon Realm? She was not a demon cultivator, and she didn't have the slightest demonic energy on her body.

Mu Ziyan said: "That's just what you see now. ”

Many years have passed, and Feng Qingyi stands in front of the bursting fire, reminiscing about the past.

The fire is too big, everything will be turned to ashes in the fire, including Mu Ziyan in the fire, he thinks so.

He knew that those dazzlingly red, circle-by-circle frames were Mu Ziyan's protection when he was recovering from his cultivation after being injured.

His heart ached, and he wanted to come to the chess game to find her, but the last thing he saw was such a fire that could never be extinguished.

The green tendons in his hands burst out with his hard forbearance, it must be those people just now, it was he who inadvertently killed Mu Ziyan, he wanted to destroy this small world, so that all the people inside would be wiped out with this small world.

But that fire changed in an instant.

A strong wind began to appear around the fire, and everyone stood up in shock.

The wind made their clothes hunt, and the heat of the wind made their faces ache.

The hot winds around them continued to rise, forming a huge storm vortex above the fire, and the center of the vortex gradually connected with the top of the fire, and the two fires were sucked into the air by the storm, and they swirled incessantly above their heads.

The fiery red and black storms were like two huge spinning eyes, staring viciously at everyone on the ground.

Xiaoyu They are on the high slope on this side, and Feng Qingyi and his disciples are in the trough on the other side.

They finally met again.

But no one moved, for between them there were two dense shelves of vines that had been burned out.

Each fiery red vine shelf gave birth to countless phantoms of feathers, golden on one side and black on the other.

The phantoms swayed under the storm, and they were even twisted into tornadoes by the storm and sucked into the center of the storm.

But soon, the phantom spread, like layers of flowers, and the red-hot vine shelf fell in front of their eyes, and the ground was covered with a thick layer, like red-hot charcoal, scorching the land.

The feather phantom finally overlapped into one, gradually shrinking, gradually becoming smaller, and sticking diagonally into the center of the charcoal field.

The last vines in the center also peeled off to the ground, and in each of them there was a beautiful girl.