Silent and uninhabited nights, steep and rugged mountain peaks. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Wang Ji, who was alone, ignored the forest cliffs on both sides of the mountain road, and climbed high as if walking leisurely.

The night breeze blows, the skirts flutter, and the long hair flies. The woman who had already reached the top of the mountain sighed, suppressing the impatience that kept rolling in her heart.

Since climbing this holy mountain, the special feeling in Wang Xiqing's blood has become more and more obvious. Until this time, standing on the top of the mountain, looking at her embarrassed, she obviously felt that there seemed to be something in her heart, and she was eager to try and want to fly out.

Wang Ji took out the codex left by his father before he died, and a trace of understanding flashed in his eyes. She knew that the reason for this situation was probably inseparable from the portrait of the mother in this codex.

Mother, I'm taking you home. Wang Ji raised her head lightly, trying not to let the tears flow from the corners of her eyes.

But at this time, the dark clouds closed and the night wind stopped suddenly.

Wang Jiqing's expression changed slightly, just because the codex in her hand automatically struggled out of her palm, as if it was under some kind of traction, and slowly rose into the air.

Wang Ji's pupils constricted, and a pair of wonderful eyes immediately stared at the codex in mid-air, not moving for half a minute, without blinking at all. This codex is my father's masterpiece, and it is also the only thing my parents left to me, and I must not lose it.

The Codex is windless and automatic, quietly opened. The ink portrait of the mother slowly flew out, rose into the air, and finally stood still in the embarrassment, turned into a little starlight, and quietly disappeared.

What's going on? Wang Ji raised the corners of her eyebrows slightly, but she didn't notice that the environment around her had changed.

After a few breaths, when the codex in mid-air fell back into her palm, she realized that she was in a green mountain and green water.

I don't know when the dark clouds have dissipated, and under the bright starlight, the small bridges and flowing water around us, the delicate flowers dotted among the green grass, and the cranes wandering leisurely beside the crystal clear stream where small fish wander.

All this was like a fairyland, so that Wang Jiqing, who was in it, couldn't help blinking.

Where is this? Everything in front of me is so beautiful and unreal, could it be that this is the legendary holy land of the Wu Clan, which has been closed for several years!

But why is it so quiet around here, so quiet that she doesn't seem to feel a trace of popularity when she is here.

With a little suspicion and a little caution, Wang Xi moved lightly, picked an unknown small flower beside him, and lowered his head to sniff.

What a rich aura of heaven and earth! This is?

"This is the Seven Leaf Spirit Flower!" The old voice with a kind smile slowly remembered in her ears.

Wang Ji raised her head lightly, and an old woman about seventy years old, with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, and a slightly chubby figure, was standing not far away, looking at her with a loving smile on her face.

When did this old woman appear, and why didn't she notice it at all? Wang Ji's expression did not move, but she was shocked.

Since coming to Shuzhong, she has never encountered such a situation.

"Kid, you're finally here." The old woman approached slowly, and there was a little kindness, a little eagerness, and a little sadness in her loving voice.

Wang Jiqing looked at her in a daze, walked towards herself, and stared at herself.

Who is this old woman? Why do you feel inexplicably familiar when you see her?

The blood is ready to move, the heart is eager to try, and a voice is about to come out.

"Grandmother?" The girl's cold voice was a little affirmative in her question. At this time, Wang Ji, who saw her relatives, couldn't help blinking, and let the tears in the corners of her eyes flow slowly.

A moment ago, Wu Chenxing looked at the girl who appeared out of thin air, and couldn't help but stare for a long time.

Is this the daughter of the light spirit, her granddaughter?

She couldn't believe it, but the surge in her veins told her unmistakably that this girl, this girl with eyes as smart as light and spiritual, was her granddaughter, the future great witch of the witch clan.

Heaven has mercy, my witch clan finally has a big witch again!

After thousands of years of reincarnation, my Wu clan finally has a glimmer of life.

Wu Chenxing blinked, and the tears that had blurred his vision flowed silently. She waved her hand slightly, the fog in the corner of her eyes slowly dissipated, and the world returned to her eyes clearly.

She looked at the girl blinking dimly, as if her daughter was as smart as when she was a child, smart and cute.

She watched the girl move like the most delicate flower spirit in the Holy Land, and the spirit was elegant.

She watched the girl pick flowers with her hands, like the most ethereal fairy in the legend, with a leisurely temperament.

She looked up at the girl in amazement, like a frightened fawn in the woods, endearing.

She just looked at the girl, as if she couldn't get enough of it.

In this world, the most beautiful words used in that girl are not enough to describe her state of mind after seeing that girl at this time.

Therefore, when the girl in the flowers by the stream frowned slightly, she couldn't help but speak out and smile.

She approached her, looked at her, expectant, anticipated.......

Until that girl's crisp "Grandmother!" It was so natural that it rang in her ears.

Wu Chenxing's heart couldn't hold back any longer. She trembled with excitement and stretched out her hands and put them around the girl's shoulders.

"Yes, good boy, I am your grandmother."

"Grandmother!" Wang Jiqing snuggled into the old woman's arms and closed her eyes.

Ears can deceive people, eyes can deceive people, but the feelings in the heart will not deceive people, the tremor of the soul will not deceive people, and the churning breath in the blood will not deceive people.

Wang Xiqing knew that the old man who was holding his silent pain at this time was his grandmother, who had never been masked.

"Grandmother, don't cry." After a while, Wang Ji raised her head lightly and smiled at her loving grandmother.

"It's a pleasure to be back here and see you." Yes, she is very happy, this kind of happiness of seeing her relatives makes Wang Jiqing, who has always been sexually mature, rarely recover the girl's beauty.

"Okay, don't cry." Wu Chenxing nodded, she looked at the girl in her arms intently, as if she was afraid that she would disappear suddenly.

"Good boy, your name is gentle?" What a good name, Wu Chenxing sighed.

"Yes, my name is gentle." Wang Ji gently helped her grandmother, walked to the big stone on the side, and sat down.

"Grandmother, my name is Wang Jiqing, and I am from the Wang family in Jiangnan."

"Back then, my mother kissed her ......" Wang Ji looked at the old man with tears in her face, and was very ruthless, but she still talked about her mother's affairs.

The pain of the white-haired person sending the black-haired person, and the sorrow of losing a loved one, Wang Jiqing does not understand. But this matter has always been hidden. In that case, it is better for her to tell the old man herself.

"Grandmother, I'm sorry." If it weren't for her, my mother wouldn't have ......

"Gently," Wu Chenxing interrupted his granddaughter's self-blame, "It's not your fault, we have already guessed the ending of your mother." ”

"All this is fate, it is God's arrangement!" Speaking of this, Wu Chenxing stopped. She looked at her granddaughter for a long time, and finally just shook her head and sighed softly.

Everything is fate, since Qingling made a choice back then, how can he blame this child. (To be continued.) )