After Si Ming Xingjun left, the Queen Mother of the West immediately summoned the Xuannu.

After extinguishing a few palace lights, the light and shadow were dim, and the Queen Mother of the West lowered her voice and said: "Go and get the purple wood-handled sword I placed in the thirty-sixth pavilion of the 'Wufu Palace', and in the next two days, you can go to the lower realm and use this sword to stab a tribulation immortal." ”

It is not the first time that the Xuannu has been assigned a task by the Queen Mother of the West, so with just two simple sentences, she understands her mission.

Without asking too much, he just nodded his head and agreed to the matter.

A smile tugged at the Queen Mother's lips. She has always had an eccentric personality, especially dislike people who are too talkative and worried, so it is rare to appreciate the temperament of the girl under her seat.

She raised her hand and conjured up two pieces of rune paper, one yellow and one white, with a bright white luster, and slowly floated to the palm of the Xuannu's hand.

The Queen Mother of the West turned her back and said in a majestic voice: "The white rune paper has his birth date and name written on it, and the yellow is the spell to untie the seal of the sword." When the time comes, I will send a message to inform you, you should go and unseal the sword first!

"Yes. The Xuannu bowed and left.

The birth date of this immortal can be glimpsed into his life as an immortal, and the Xuannu frowned after checking it, she really didn't know what the relationship between this disciple of Silu Xingjun and the Queen Mother of the West was.

Shaking his head, he didn't want to think about it, and quickly flew towards the Hall of Innocence.

When he came to the Thirty-sixth Pavilion, he cast a spell and lit a bright lamp, and looked up and down at the unique sword that existed in the Pavilion.

There is no name on the sword, but the Xuannu is inexplicably a little timid about this sword.

After fixing his mind, he pasted the yellow rune paper on the sword, only to see that the electricity was flowing and the seal was slowly being eaten.

In the impression of the Xuannu, there is no such sword in the magic weapon of the Queen Mother of the West.

Judging from the heavenly rules, in addition to the immortal family having its own magic weapons, some higher-grade ones can also inherit other magic weapons left by the fallen immortal family, and this nameless sword should be obtained for that reason. It's just that it is kept in a separate pavilion, and it is treated so carefully, if it is not that the mana of this magic weapon is too profound, it cannot be used in vain.

I pondered for a long time and didn't come up with an answer, but the seal had been lifted.

Xuannu sighed slightly, slowly stretched out her right hand to hold the hilt of the purple wood sword, and pulled it out forcefully.

Just as he was about to leave, he saw a few gilded words of light flickering slightly where the sword was kept.

Xuannu squinted her eyes, and suddenly her face turned pale, and with a clang, the sword fell to the ground due to the loss of strength in her hand.

She immediately jumped out of the way, not daring to pick up the sword for a long time.

Because the gilded words are: non-copper and non-iron, dull and easy to break, but it can punish immortals.

Zhu Xian... Is this why the Queen Mother of the West must use this sword?

Xuannu tried to calm her mind as much as possible, but still picked up the sword calmly. At this time, looking at the sword storage platform again, the gilded light characters were gone.

Then he closed the door and left quietly.

After Si Ming Xingjun returned to Tianfu Palace, he immediately repaired the book and wanted to report the matter to the Heavenly Emperor.

Halfway through the writing, the smile of the Queen Mother of the West was the last thing I saw in my mind, and he was also a little uneasy, who had always been calm. If Mo Yi really responded to the arrangement of the Queen Mother of the West and did not let him experience this 'lovesickness', this love catastrophe would be equivalent to not being completely overcome. Mao Qing is afraid that he will be thrown back into the Nether Realm because of this. She has been cultivating for 4,000 years, and if she loses this opportunity to become an immortal and attain the Dao, she will definitely not be able to survive the third tribulation in the near future.

It's hard to work hard for yourself, for such two people, that red line is really far-fetched.

Is she a little indebted to this Mao Qing, or let her break her thoughts about Mo Yi, after all, no matter whether he is an immortal or an immortal, they can't touch it.

So I put down my pen and went to the reflection room.

There was no light in the room, and the very light door stepped in.

"Ruohua?" said a clear voice in the empty room.

Si Ming Xingjun shook his head and said in a deep voice: "It's this seat." ”

"Xingjun, are you here to let me out?"

As soon as Si Ming raised his hand, her anklets were suddenly untied, but he didn't let her go, but said: "Mo Yi's life is lovesickness, and he should obey his fate." ”

"Obey?" Hao Qing smiled coldly, "Because he is an immortal, can he trample on human life at will?" You don't know how hard he works so hard to live, but you want him to obey his fate. No matter what numerology he is, you can ignore him, I can't do it!"

Si Ming was silent for a moment, and Fang said: "You think about it yourself, lust is just a fog barrier for the eyes, and you can only be liberated when you let it go." ”

After saying that, he turned to leave.

When he came to the door, he sighed again: "How long has it been closed? ”

Mao Qing replied unconsciously: "So, isn't it like a god?"

"Not really. Like a mortal. Si Ming Xingjun said lightly, and then walked through the door.

Just hearing this, her eyes suddenly lit up, and she muttered, "Like a mortal, that's good..."

In a short letter, Si Ming Xingjun wrote it for a full day, and on the second day, it was delivered to the Emperor's attendants.

Several layers of review, going around and around, and on the tenth day of clearing the upper realm, the letter was neatly placed on the case of the Emperor of Heaven.

The Emperor of Heaven has a lot of affairs, and after a cursory look at it, he handed over the matter to the Xuannu who is said to be very idle and has nothing to do under the throne of the Queen Mother of the West.

At the same time that the Xuannu was killed, the secret order of the Queen Mother of the West also happened to arrive.

She dressed lightly, picked up a purple wood-handled sword, and hurriedly flew to the mortal world.

Ruohua Xianqi still went to the meditation room to visit Mao Qing in the early morning.

"What day is it today?" asked softly through the door.

"The tenth day. Ruohua replied.

Mao Qing's voice was depressed: "Nine years have passed in the mortal world..."

"Shizun is for your own good. You are an immortal now, how can you fall in love with a mortal?" Ruohua tried to comfort her.

"So what?" said through the door, a hoarse but resolute voice, "I just fell in love with someone, and that person happened to be a mortal." ”

Ruohua was stunned, and some unknown emotions suddenly welled up in his heart.

Mao smiled lightly, and then said self-deprecatingly: "I used to dream of becoming an immortal, but now it seems that immortals also have sad times." They live so long that they forget what they want. ”

Ruohua was silent for a while, and after a long time, he stood up, patted the dust on his clothes, and sighed: "Shizun won't come over today, you can leave quickly!"

Mao Qing was stunned for a moment, but saw that the barrier was broken and the door slowly opened.

The sun was dazzling, and she couldn't help but block it in front of her with her hand, and vaguely saw Ruohua's light and breezy appearance.

"Ruohua, you..."

Ruohua turned his head to look at her, and his voice was deep: "Go out here, there is a well five miles to the left." Jumping down is the Nether. ”

"Why help me?"

"You just pity you for me, I regret not leaving!" Ruohua's voice became serious.

Mao Qing laughed instead, thanked him, and suddenly remembered something when he turned around and was about to leave.

She took out the purple jade inner pill from her arms and put it in Ruohua's palm, looked at him and said very sincerely: "This time the Nether Realm must have violated the rules of the heavens, and there may be no way to come back." This is a friend of mine's Nedan, you help me keep it for good life. I've heard that there are many places in the fairy world to nourish souls, I wonder if you can help me find them, if it really doesn't improve, help me bury it in the 'Peach Blossom Township' in the south!"

Ruohua nodded, took Nanedan into his arms, and asked again: "If you fall because of this, do you regret it?"

Mao Qingyan smiled and replied very calmly: "No complaints, no regrets..."

Then he turned and walked away.

After that day, Ruohua often remembered the last conversation between him and Mao Qing.

Ten seconds, it may seem like no more than ten seconds, but... At that time, he didn't ask...

However, there is no going back to what has already happened.

He remembered it vividly, and her last smile seemed to be close at hand. That kind of smile, although it was to death, was the most real and beautiful smile he had ever seen...

On this day, the tenth year of the mortal world, Mo Yi sat alone by the river and played the flute.

A glimmer of light passed in the air, the wind blew up, and the river was tumbling.

When she looked intently, a strange woman in dark clothes stepped into the wind, holding a sword, it was the Xuannu.

Without asking a word or saying a word, he plunged the sword into his heart.

Mo Yi's body trembled and he half-knelt on the ground.

The expression in his eyes suddenly became vague, and he swept obliquely into the air, and the corners of his lips curved into a smile.

I saw another fairy surrounded by colorful glow and flying towards him in a hurry, with a cherry-colored dress and a curved hosta, although it was the last, but I finally waited for her.

Clear...

However, for some reason, what he thought was the last was not the last.

In a trance, he heard the sound of jade breaking, his body was light, the wound was gone, and Mao Qing was already in front of him and the fairy in Xuanyi, a large area of bright red, so dazzling that he could barely see things.

Mao Qing didn't know why Xuannu wanted to kill Mo Yi, and when she arrived, the imposing purple wood-handled sword had already entered Mo Yi's heart.

He, nearly ten years have passed, and his face has long been stained with the dust of time.

But he was still him, and even if he was too old to be recognized, she would never be the one who abandoned him because of a ridiculous predetermined fate.

With a relaxed expression and no hesitation, Mao Qing resolutely lifted the plate and smashed it down.

"Bang dang~" The broken voice was like a sneer and a relief.

Haoqing has never been so lucky, fortunately, it didn't have to be empty, fortunately, finally waiting for you...

Rewind time, drag the dying body, and hold the purple wood-handled sword that stabbed over with both hands.

The sword qi was fierce, and her ten fingers were connected to her heart, but she remained silent, and she used her whole body cultivation to break the purple wood-handled sword, and seriously injured the defenseless Xuannu.

The blood spread like a mist, leaving a series of blood marks on her face.

Xuannu vomited a large mouthful of blood, and when she saw that the sword had been destroyed and the mission entrusted by the Queen Mother of the West could not be completed, she immediately dragged her seriously injured body and fled.

With a pain in her heart as if it had been crushed, Mo Yi staggered over and hugged her who had collapsed.

I used to tease her that she couldn't eat enough, but now she is as light as cotton wool.

The color was as clear as white paper, and he gasped for breath, but his expression was calm.

Both hands were burned by the sword qi, and the flesh and blood were blurred.

She bit her lip slightly, covered his face with pain, and slowly pressed it over.

A kiss is clear and instantaneous, but it is already her life.

Seeing this man who never cried easily, her eyes were full of tears, and she was a little flustered.

I tried to raise my voice, but I was angry: "Don't cry, okay... Live..."

Immediately, his whole body lost strength, and his hands hung heavily to his sides.

A chuckle flickered on her lips, and her eyes gradually closed to his vain sad face, a glance like that, never to be seen again.

The darkness enveloped her before the deep thought was gone, and at the last moment, more than the trembling of the darkness, full, still reluctant...