As the words fell, Di Yan's eyes suddenly had a thin brush and an inkstone, and the white paper was not stained with dust.

"I ...... Try your best, after all...... When I saw her, it was many years ago......" Di Yan picked up his paintbrush, paused, and sighed.

How could he not fall into what Qin Huai was thinking in his heart!

But he didn't understand why the woman he once loved so much betrayed their oath!

Those promises that were once made by the sea and the sea were as small as dust in her heart.

It's too small to mention

Watching her resolutely leave, and passing him with the man, it was then that he felt how stupid he was!

will be so willingly toyed with by her and between the palms, will be so willingly deceived by her for so long!

Wind and frost......

This time!

You dare to come back! This time! I will never let you feel better! The deity will let you also taste the pain I suffered back then!

Di Yan painted with a stroke of his pen, and the smooth lines outlined the appearance of the wind and frost little by little!

Looking at this world-shattering face, he couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Thinking of her, keeping her secrets, trying every way to hide the flower in her palm, doing so many things for her, how can he forget this woman's face......

Drawing his face with a pen is still so unforgettable, or so unforgettable......

Di Yan sighed, such a woman...... He......

After all, it's still ......

I can't forget it......

Put pen to paper.

Looking at the originally empty piece of paper, a beautiful woman's face was evoked.

"Hmm?...... This woman...... Isn't it Feng Qingyue?" Qin Huai was suspicious.

This...... The person on this picture scroll obviously looks the same as Feng Qingyue......

It's amazing!

It's really Feng Qingyue's sister...... Qin Huai's heart is very sure now!

Die's words, Thaksin!

……

Murong Haochen's pupils shrank, that ...... The woman on the scroll.

The lips are slightly open, and the translucent eyes seem to contain some kind of story.

That pair of eyes, he stared at for the longest, the longest!

And the white and delicate face that can be seen, the enchanting temperament is the same as that of Huang'er, looking at the woman in the painting, he will give birth to the illusion that Huang'er is in front of him.

But the woman in the painting is not a phoenix after all.

……

"This woman, is it the wind and frost?" Murong Haochen asked.

Wind......

The Wind Leaves the Moon......

What kind of connection is there between Huang'er and Wind and Frost?

Di Yan nodded and said, "Indeed, this is Feng Yishuang, the sister of Feng Qingyue, the former Purple Moon Sect Master. She may be the one we want to arrest......"

……

"Well, what Brother Di said is yes, now the silver ring is very likely to be in that woman's hand. Hey, I think at the beginning, if Zhang Zhan's guy could be patient and not be in a hurry to catch the people of the Peony clan who fled around after causing the war, that ring...... Maybe it's already in our hands......" Qin Huai sighed.

The peony family?

Peony......

Suddenly.

Murong Haochen thought of the bewitching peony flower in Feng Liyue's hand...... Then there is the "clansman" and "key" mentioned by the old village chief when the enchantment was engraved.

There seems to be some kind of connection between "peony", "clan" and "key......

How subtle can this feeling become......

The Peony clan is the war they caused......

His eyes narrowed slightly.

……

After this conversation, Murong Haochen began to set off for Nanyun Ji Mountain.

Various sects also sent disciples to search for it.

The sect masters of the eight major sects have not yet been dispatched, and they have agreed to go to Jiyue Mountain together in three days to encircle and suppress the Purple Moon Criminals.

……

Night.

On a rainy night.

A group of masked people still tirelessly walked through the mountains and forests, looking for clues left by the Purple Moon Sect.

On the border between the Eastern Moon Empire and the Southern Cloud Empire......

"Yueyu Lanxiang" inn.

In a humble room.

A beautiful woman sat cross-legged, her hands resting a little behind her knees, and she was concentrating on pranayama.

It felt like I was asleep.