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Bai Jiao looked at the person in front of her and sighed in her heart, back then, the girl who Qinglan saved with death had grown like this. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Unexpectedly, ten years later, they met again, and it turned out to be such a hostile position.

"Your Excellency actually used a spell to kill an ordinary disciple of Tingxue Tower, don't you know that using a spell to kill an ordinary person is a great taboo for warlocks? Aren't you afraid of the backlash of magic? ”

Shu Jingrong said coldly, looking down at the hilt of his sword.

Bai Jiao was stunned for a moment, raised her hand and touched a gem in the middle of the forehead ring, and said lightly:

"Backlash? If this little backlash can make me regret, then the Lunatic Cult would be better to kill me. Xiao Yiqing has great ambitions, it's just a matter of dominating the Central Plains martial arts, and he still wants to get involved in southern Yunnan, as a priest of the Lunatic Sect, I can only treat him as if he were outside the door and let him come and go back as he wants. ”

After Bai Jiao finished speaking, the spiritual power on her body was running, and Shu Jingrong on the opposite side looked at the three-foot spiritual light above Bai Jiao's head in shock, it was terrifying!

A pair of eyes looked into her heart, and Shu Jingrong looked at Bai Jiao blankly.

How so?

How back is he!

Isn't Qinglan already dead, Qinglan has already died!

The monstrous waves set off in his heart, Shu Jingrong's heart fluctuated, and scenes of broken scenes appeared in front of him.

Bai Jiao saw many hidden things in these pictures.

That was the hidden past in Shu Jingrong's heart, the real thing that happened to her.

……

"Xianggong, you come and hug Ah Jing, my hands are numb and I don't have the strength."

The beautiful young woman in her twenties, looking at the man who had returned from blood, showed a gentle smile, and her pale face was covered with a layer of brilliant red in the setting sun, like a blooming peony.

There were a few drops of blood sprinkled on the man's rough face, which made his fierce face even more hideous.

If it was in the past, he would never appear in front of a woman in such an embarrassment.

But as soon as he got rid of the pursuit of the Seven Sects and Eighteen Sects, he remembered the dangerous situation just now, and was afraid that someone would catch up with his wife and daughter, so he rushed to it regardless of his image.

As soon as he took Shu Jingrong from the woman's hand, before the smile on his face could be opened, he saw the woman fall to the ground.

Like a kite with a broken string, it loses all its strength, and the last breath it holds is over, and the woman never raises her head to say a word.

"Lady! ……”

The terrible screams were like cuckoo blood, tearing the heart, and the man's eyes suddenly lost their brilliance.

The woman's vest turned out to have a short knife stuck in it, and blood flowed all over her back!

I don't know who poked it during the siege.

With such a serious injury, a woman who didn't know the slightest martial arts could still hold Shu Jingrong and escape for thirty miles......

……

The screen goes black, and all the characters disappear until the second image appears:

A sword with crimson light around it circled in the air, making a sound of spiritual power breaking through the air, and the shining light exploded in the air, and pieces of broken sword light were like red rose petals.

The crimson roses bloom, the red roses flutter in the wind, ethereal and graceful, incomprehensible, the gorgeous sea of flowers spreads away, and you can see the red in your eyes.

Red was originally the color of festivities, and red was also the light of killing, and anyone who saw the Blood Jack Sword at the first glance would be shocked by the bloody, murderous, ominous, and death aura on its body.

The man looked at the little girl sleeping next to him and called softly: "Lady, I'm here." ”

After speaking, he flicked the sword in his hand and cut off his neck with a sword.

The gurgling blood soaked Shu Jingrong's body.

……

The screen disappears again, and a third image is revealed:

The flowers in the Shensha Valley are like the sea, and the golden wave flowers, wild lilies, and wild poppies are colorful and dazzling, swaying gently in the breeze, reflecting the pale face of Shu Jingrong.

Looking at the extremely beautiful flowers on her side, the eight-year-old girl's indifferent eyes also had a look of joy, and she couldn't help but reach out to touch those flowers, but as soon as she touched it, she saw Qinglan looking at it, so she retracted her hand.

"Why are you telling that guy my name? …… I'll only tell you one! The girl looked at Qinglan.

Blood Demon, Snow Valley, and White Emperor are known as the three land flying immortal-level legends by the people in the rivers and lakes.

After the death of the Blood Demon, Shu Jingrong, the daughter of the Blood Demon, responded to her father's order and defected to the White Emperor, becoming the third disciple of the White Emperor and named Qingming.

Qinglan, Qingyu, Qingming.

"Do you know why you were named Qing Ming? -- The star of your command is actually Pluto! I have calculated your fate: the only two of my disciples will die because of you! - How can you let me bear it and teach you martial arts to kill Qinglan Qingyu? ”

For the first time in her life in twelve years, she knelt down and begged her master in the secret room to teach her martial arts - however, the White Emperor, who had been friends with the Blood Demon in the past, looked at her coldly and slowly spat out such a prophecy.

This character, who has become a martial arts myth, looked at Shu Jingrong, but there was helplessness and a faint regret between his eyebrows.

On the day of the White Emperor's military liberation, Shu Jingrong was caught in the Yan Miao Village, and after Qing Lan and Qing Yu were buried in the White Emperor, they ignored the obstruction of the White Emperor and violated his last wishes, and rushed to the Yan Miao Village to save people.

"Senior brother, you take Ming'er and go first - wait for me to arrange the formation to block those Miao people, and then rush over!"

Qing Lan's white robe was already stained with blood, but he didn't realize it, put the unconscious Qing Ming on Qing Yu's back, tied it tightly with a belt, and commanded his junior brother.

After thinking about it, he took out a small agarwood card from his arms, hung it on Qing Ming's neck, and gently tucked her scattered hair back behind her ears. The calmness in his eyes remained the same, and his hands were extremely stable.

"Senior brother, be careful, come quickly when you set up the formation!" Qing Yu nodded, waved his twin swords, and flew out like a swimming dragon, killing a bloody path among the Miao people.

At the moment when they left, the light in Qinglan's eyes quickly fell, reached out to support the bamboo fence beside her, and coughed up a mouthful of blood slightly.

……

The picture is darkened here, and the scene changes to a fourth picture:

Qing Yu and Qing Ming used the water mirror of the White Emperor,

The solemn altar of the white platform, Qing Yu and Qing Ming, holding the water mirror of the White Emperor, mourned and called:

"Soul, return!"

"Soul, return!"

"Soul, return!"

She recited incantations many times, stayed awake for seven days and seven nights, and fainted on the altar several times because of exhaustion.

Each time, she gritted her teeth and got up, cut her own hand with her sword, and continued the ritual with her spirits.

Seven days later, the service was completed.

However, in the heavens and on the ground, there is no trace of Qinglan's existence in the world.

Shu Jingrong's eyes were filled with moist tears, remembering that she cried to Qinglan in Shensha Valley back then: "Dad... Dad, he doesn't want Ah Jing anymore! …… I thought, I thought that no one wanted Ah Jing anymore......"

Qinglan, who was still a little teenager, smiled, took her hand, and folded her a small purple flower: "Don't cry...... I'll be with you. ”

Now, however, he is finally gone...... Leave her alone. No one wants her anymore!

At the age of thirteen, she stood stunned on the altar, looking at the mountain of talisman ashes and the equally haggard face of Qing Yu.

Suddenly, a tear fell from her eye.

There was not much strength left, so only tears kept sliding down his pale cheeks, but he couldn't make any sound.

Shu Jingrong buried his head in the sword and cried silently.

Five years after her father's death, she finally cried for another person. (To be continued.) )