Lingyue Peak, with towering ancient trees and flowers and plants, ranks first among the nine mountains in terms of the intensity of aura, the number of geniuses, or the overall combat power.

The architecture of Lingyue Peak is very peculiar, in addition to the magnificence, ancient magnificence, the top of each attic has a round of silver crescent, this round of crescent moon is of different sizes, and the area of each loft is the same.

During the day, the silvery crescent moon in the attic is quiet and impermanent.

But at night, these silver crescents turn black, devouring the essence of the bright moon in the deepest part of the starry sky.

At this time, in an attic on the mountainside of Lingyue Peak, a purple-clothed young man with a young face and a handsome spirit sat cross-legged in front of the window.

This young man's name is Mu, about nine years old, and he is a new disciple of this year's Lingyue Peak.

I saw that he was holding a letter with a few lines written in his hand, and this letter was not someone else's, it was the letter sent by Liu Xuanqing to Nanshan Kingdom.

"Do you want to open the Ancient Battle Formation and escape? The corner of Mu's mouth hooked up a sneer, his palm closed slightly, and the letter in his hand instantly turned into starlight and disappeared.

When the epistle disappeared, a vision appeared in front of Mu's eyes.

In the illusion, Su Bai walked kindly on the road to his residence, and beside him, the water qilin Xiaobi held the spirit fruit in his mouth and followed lively.

"Water Qilin!" Mu looked at the illusion in front of him, and the sneer on the corner of his mouth gradually dissipated, replaced by a murderous chill.

For what happened last night, Mu is the initiator, and he and the flower spirit of Bairi Peak want to devour the water qilin.

Originally, for them, this was a sure thing, but they didn't expect that they didn't know what happened, and he and the flower spirit of Bai Ri Peak both lost a wisp of spirit.

"This little beast can really surprise me. Mu eyes moved, a touch of colorful light flashed away, and said: "Ninety-nine is about to return to one, this time I will see how that old thing protects you!"

Mu smiled coldly, waved his sleeves, and the illusions of Su Bai and Shui Qilin suddenly disappeared.

From beginning to end, Mu didn't look at Su Bai squarely, he didn't think that last night's change was because of Su Bai, in Mu Xian's mind, a little ant who had just stepped into the congenital, if it wasn't for the water qilin, how could it enter his eyes?

It is no exaggeration to say that as long as Su Bai walks out of Bairi Peak, Mu feels that a single glance can kill this ant.

In fact, Mu is not the only one who thinks so, except for the other seven peaks of Bairi Peak, there is a nine-year-old teenager, and their eyes are focused on the water qilin, as for Su Bai's existence, he looks like an ant.

"Ring, ring, ring. When the wind chimes rang, Su Bai had already walked into the courtyard full of flowers, and at the same time, the eyes from the other seven mountain peaks all disappeared.

It's not that they don't want to look, it's that the wind chimes and lanterns block the gaze of these people!

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In a quiet courtyard full of flowers and plants.

I saw Su Bai and Xiao Bi, who walked into the courtyard, looking at different positions in the courtyard, and the expressions of one person and one unicorn were different.

Let's talk about Su Bai first, Su Bai's eyes are staring at an old woman with gray hair and gray temples.

This old woman, dressed in a gray dress, her white hair tied up with a bamboo hairpin, her fair face crisscrossed with shallow wrinkles, when Su Bai and the water unicorn walked into the courtyard, she was holding a kettle to water the flowers.

Let's talk about Xiaobi, Xiaobi's eyes are not far behind the old woman, where there is a woman in white with a charming face, who is quietly looking at the back of the old woman, her eyes are full of nostalgia and affection.

This woman in white is none other than the woman who Su Bai just walked into this courtyard that night and groomed in the mirror, and she is also the Zi Ling mentioned by Liu Xuanqing and Xu Rongrong, Xu Rongrong's only personal disciple.

Three years ago, in the battle for newcomer resources, Zi Ling fell in the battle, and her current form is a ghost.

In the entire Jiufeng, except for the water qilin, there are also flower spirits, and the "old things" in the herdsman's mouth, no one can see Zi Ling.

"Old man, have you been taking care of these flowers on weekdays?" Su Bai stepped forward and asked in a harmonious voice.

Su Bai could see that this was an old man who had no cultivation, although the years had eroded her youth, she still lived quietly, working at sunrise and resting at sunset.

"That's right. The old woman stopped watering the flowers, looked up at Su Bai with a kind face, and asked, "Young man, you are Su Bai, right!?"

"Well, the old man, the younger generation is Su Bai. Su Bai nodded politely, Su Bai was not surprised at all that the old woman in front of him could tell his identity, with the water qilin as his companion, he Su Bai's name was afraid that it had already spread throughout the entire Jiufeng.

"Everyone in Bai Ri Peak calls me Wen Po, and you can call me Wen Po in the future. Wen Po smiled kindly at Su Bai.

"Wen Po, I would like to ask you something, who was the owner of this place in the past, and why did he raise so many flowers?" asked Su Bai softly.

Wen Po heard Su Bai's question, her expression darkened, a gray light flashed in her eyes, she turned around and glanced at the house that had been uninhabited for three years, and said gloomily: "Her name is Ziling, she is my granddaughter, she passed away three years ago, because she has liked flowers since she was a child, so she raised so many flowers." ”

"I'm sorry, Wen Po. When Su Bai saw Wen Po's appearance, he sighed lightly in his heart, he lost his daughter when he was old, and he mourned nothing more than this.

At this moment, "Ahem, ahem." Wen Po's body shook slightly, and she involuntarily fell to the side.

Seeing this, Su Bai came to Wen Po's side with an arrow step and held Wen Po's body that was about to fall.

However, what Su Bai and Wen Po didn't notice was that Zi Ling's arm touched Wen Po's body almost at the same time as Su Bai, but Zi Ling's arm was directly in the air, and it couldn't really touch Wen Po's body at all.

"Wen Po, are you okay?" Su Bai asked with a concerned face, and the moment he touched Wen Po, he used his spiritual power to check Wen Po's physical condition, and the result he got made him sigh in his heart.

Wen Po's body is very healthy, and there is no disease, but the life span of mortals is limited after all, even if she takes a panacea, she will pass away one day.

Theoretically, Wen Po's body has long passed the limit, and she can still stand in front of Su Bai alive because of the obsession in her heart.

This obsession is the flowers and trees that fill the courtyard, they carry Wen Po's emotional sustenance for Zi Ling, in Wen Po's eyes, these flowers and trees are Zi Ling.

Life is short, the world is impermanent, some people, some things, will not be gradually forgotten with the passage of time, but will only be like wine, the longer it is, the stronger it is, the longer it is, the more unforgettable.

"Thank you, I'm fine. Wen Po calmed down the churning breath, shook her head and sighed: "Hey, I'm old, and my body bones are a little useless." ”

"Wen Po, why don't I help you!? You go there and rest first. Su Bai smiled at the corner of his mouth, stretched out his hand and pointed to the ancient pavilion on the edge of the pool in the center of the courtyard, and said in a gentle tone.

"No, no, no, how can it be done, you will participate in the battle for newcomer resources in a few days, so let's leave more time to practice. Wen Po waved her hand lightly and politely refused.

Even though Wen Po's tone was as calm as possible, Su Bai still heard that Wen Po's tone was a little fluctuating when he mentioned the "battle for newcomer resources".

"It's okay, Wen Po, I'm very good, watering the flowers for a little time, it won't make any difference to me at all. Su Bai clenched his little fists and raised himself confidently, the morning sun shining on his face, it was so green, so sunny, so warm.

Wen Po looked at the sunny young man in front of her, and a long-lost ripple appeared in her eyes after the vicissitudes of life, and there was once a girl about the same age as this young man, who was coquettish in front of her and helped her water the flowers.

"Well, I'll leave the flowers to you to water today. Wen Po raised her right hand, gently patted the back of Su Bai's hand, and said with a smile.

"Well, then I'll help you to the pavilion. Su Bai nodded, carefully helped Wen Po to the stone bench in the ancient pavilion, and then returned to his place, picked up the kettle for watering the flowers and began to water it.

Just when Su Bai was watering the flowers, Xiaobi had already followed Zi Ling to the ancient pavilion.

Zi Ling sat quietly on the stone bench beside Wen Po, as in the past countless days and nights, accompanied by Wen Po, but she could see her, but she couldn't see her, although it was close at hand, but life and death were separated.

Xiaobi lay beside Zi Ling, looking at Su Bai for a while, and Zi Ling for a while, her smart eyes flashed with a strange light, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

Inadvertently, looking at Wen Po who was watering the flowers in Su Bai, her eyes were a little confused, and suddenly she smiled, the smile was sad, and it touched the soul.

Zi Ling watched from the side, her expression was indescribably sad, she knew that her grandmother regarded Su Bai as her.

"His arrival at this time, maybe this is the will of heaven!" Zi Ling followed Wen Po's gaze and looked at the white-haired young man bathed in the morning light, and sighed with complexity in his heart.