"Yes, senior, I'm here!"

Ze'er replied as she looked up at the mountain. Pinshu.com

"Why, you're not alone?"

"Why am I alone?"

The man didn't expect Ze'er to ask rhetorically, he was slightly stunned, and then asked, "Since you are not alone, why do you need to come?"

Ze'er said: "The younger generation is here for the sixty-year covenant. ”

At this time, Ze'er had already come to the top of the hill with Feng Yaqi on his back, but the mountain was foggy and he couldn't see anything clearly, he stood there, motionless.

The voice smiled coldly and asked, "How many generations of disciples are you of the Ming family?"

Ze'er put down Feng Yaqi and saluted respectfully: "Qi senior, junior is not a disciple of the Ming family. ”

"Oh-"

The voice was slightly surprised, and after a moment, she asked again, "Who is this woman?"

Ze'er said: "Her name is Feng Yaqi, and she is my newlywed wife. ”

The voice snorted, and suddenly became miserable and said, "Did you bring her to die?"

Ze'er shook her head and said, "No matter where I go, Qi'er will follow me, if I really want to die, I hope we can die together." ”

"So what are you going to do?"

At this moment, the voice was full of murderous intent.

"The younger generation came to the Ming family for 60 years, and they were fighting to untie the knot of the year. ”

As soon as he finished saying this, Ze'er suddenly felt a chill all over his body, and felt as if a knife had slashed through his body, and he had no way to dodge.

The opposite side entered silence.

The fog gradually dissipated, and the scenery of the mountain slowly appeared.

Ten steps away, a stone platform slowly loomed, and there was a white figure sitting on the stone platform, this figure was erect, graceful, as if transparent, Ze'er asked in shock: "Could it be that this woman is a witch of Beishan?"

"Who are you, since you are not a disciple of the Ming family, what does this sixty-year covenant have to do with you?"

The white figure asked lightly.

Ze'er opened the placket, revealing the string of Buddhist beads hanging on his chest, took out the silver Zen staff and put it on the ground, and said respectfully: "The junior Ouyang Jize is the reincarnation of the little Buddha master of the Buddha country, everything in this world is empty, and the predecessors have experienced sixty years of suffering, can you still let go?" He had stayed in the temple and saw those masters solving people's doubts and knowing some scriptures, so he naturally said it at this time.

"Oh?"

The white figure asked questions and said, "Your surname is Ouyang, are you the reincarnated little Buddha master?" and then she suddenly said: "No wonder, you can enter Beishan with the jade plate of the Ming family!"

Ze'er felt that the murderous aura pressing on her body dropped a little, and said, "Yes, maybe that's the case." ”

"I don't believe in Buddha, the Buddha is just an ordinary person in my eyes, so tell me, what is my spell jade covenant, how do you want to resolve it?"

As soon as the white figure said this, Ze'er immediately affirmed in her heart that the person in front of her was the Beishan witch, the female cultivator who had been saved by the head of the Ming family back then.

Ze'er thought for a while and said: "The sixty-year covenant is just a grudge at that time, maybe the seniors have already resolved it by themselves, and the younger generations are too much." ”

"You are also the reincarnation of the Buddha, since I have already resolved it myself, then why are you still here?"

The North Mountain Witch spoke sarcastically.

Ze'er was stunned, and didn't know what to say for a while, Feng Yaqi didn't make a sound, but then she hurriedly interjected: "Senior, can the junior dare to speak?"

The Beishan witch said: "You said, that's not right, I don't care about the reincarnated little Buddha master, come to my Beishan, I can only fend for myself!"

Feng Yaqi took the ochre jade plate from Ze'er's hand, and said calmly: "The younger generation knows, in fact, you are not waiting for the disciple of the Ming family, but the head of the Ming family, Ming Xiaofeng, you have been waiting for him for sixty years, haven't you?"

The white figure trembled slightly, and said, "Why?"

Feng Yaqi said: "The three stone gates we came in, every question is that you are torturing the negative man back then, hoping that he will repent!"

The North Mountain Witch's voice changed, and she said, "Oh?"

Feng Yaqi said: "Actually, in your heart, you still can't let go of him, right?"

The other side was silent, neither admitting nor denying.

Feng Yaqi continued: "Back then, you left this piece of curse jade in the hope that one day he would repent, and the mountain would come to you to make amends!"

The fog slowly dissipated, and a young woman with a beautiful face gradually revealed her figure.

This Beishan witch is dressed in a white robe, with a graceful figure, but her head is full of silver threads, and she has a goose egg face under the white hair, her face is beautiful and refined, her eyes are slightly closed, her nose and cherry lips, and the silver thread of her head is tied with a red ribbon, coiled into a lily bun, and a black hosta is inserted in the bun.

Ze'er and Feng Yaqi were dumbfounded, the person in front of them was so beautiful, Ming Xiaofeng was unmoved, to say that her appearance was completely incompatible with that of a witch, but the black hosta on her head made people feel a little chilly.

The Beishan witch's eyes swept over the two of them, and she said faintly: "Then why didn't he come?"

Feng Yaqi elbowed Ding Ze'er, Ze'er suddenly came to her senses, and said: "Ming Xiaofeng, the ancestor of the Ming family, died in a battle with the Demon Dao many years ago, I think that his old man must have instructed his descendants not to forget this curse when he was dying. ”

As soon as these words came out, it was like a thunderbolt on a sunny day.

The Beishan witch trembled and said, "Brother Feng, he's dead?"

Ze'er nodded and said, "Yes, his old man has been dead for more than forty years!"

The Beishan witch's body trembled, and said, "I said why, I have been here for sixty years, and he has not come to see me once!"

Ze'er said secretly in her heart: "You hurt his lover, can you still expect him to forgive?"

The Beishan witch had tears in her eyes, her face was full of expressions, there was pain, there was grievance, and there was a kind of sadness, and after a long time, she spoke: "Forty years ago, how much cultivation could he reach, and he dared to fight with the people of the Demon Dao?"

Ze'er said: "That time was because of the abnormal movement of the Orange Valley prohibition, there was a huge gap, the Demon Dao army suddenly invaded from the Snow Country, at that time, the Elders did not have time to mobilize their defense, and the cultivators of the surrounding countries all went up, and Ming Xiaofeng's predecessors were also among them. Although he said so, if Ming Xiaofeng was not dead, he was not sure whether he would come to find the Witch of Beishan.

The Beishan witch sighed and stretched out her palm, holding a vermilion elixir in her palm, and said: "You are right, I have actually forgiven him, as long as he comes here again to intercede, I can allow them to be together, and give the woman the antidote, but he didn't, he didn't even give me a chance to see me again!"

The scarlet elixir rolled in the palm of the North Mountain Witch, slowly turning into a wisp of green smoke.

Ze'er and Feng Yaqi glanced at each other, and said in amazement: "This, this spell jade covenant actually doesn't exist, you have already let it go?" He already felt at this time that the Beishan Witch was not a demon god in the forbidden land, but a cultivator with a soul.