Ling Xuozi was startled when he saw Lian Yin because of his sudden voice, and the expression on his face suddenly softened a little, but his voice still didn't change much in temperature and said, "It's not early, you should go to sleep." Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Before Lian Yin could answer, he added, "I'll leave early tomorrow morning, if you don't sleep, you will doze all the way tomorrow?" That posture, that tone of voice, is like a parent who talks to a child who doesn't sleep in the middle of the night.

"Sleep, sleep right away." Lian Yin was stunned, hurriedly closed the book, and hurriedly replied to him.

Quickly cleaned up, Lian Yin pulled the quilt and closed her eyes and fell asleep, that obedient appearance, she herself was unconscious, but the corners of Ling Xuozi's mouth quietly pouted a little smile.

Ling Xuzi waited until Lian Yin closed his eyes for a while, and then closed his eyes again and entered meditation mode.

Lian Yin closed her eyes and waited for the summons of the sleeping god, and waited obediently for a long time, just when she was about to fall asleep, she suddenly reacted, she seemed to be too obedient just now, isn't it a little different from her style? Are you stunned by reading a book?

She pondered for a long time and didn't think about one, two, three.

By the next day, Ling Xuzi had finished meditating, had some breakfast with Lian Yin, and then checked out and left.

Their route was still south, and Ling Xuzi would arrive at a city or a small town at noon, take care of Lianyin's food, and then stay at an inn to rest, and wait until the next day before leaving.

After doing this for seven or eight days, they arrived at the realm of the original Xuanhua Sect.

In more detail, they arrived at the top of the mountain of Qingyun Temple.

When he approached Qingyun Temple, Ling Xuzi withdrew the Imperial Sword and walked instead.

His destination was indeed Qingyunguan.

Lian Yin knew that this place meant a lot to him, so he didn't say a word, and quietly followed him.

The road that Ling Xuzi chose to lead to Qingyun Temple was the road that Fei Ziang and him took most often, this road was like engraved in his mind, even if it was a long time in the past, he had not forgotten it. He hadn't been back since he left Qingyunguan, and now this trip was indeed the first time he had come back in years.

Halfway through the road, there was a vast field, Ling Xuzi deviated from the right path when he walked there, and walked into the field, although there was no road in the green grassy field, but Ling Xuzi walked step by step as if familiar.

He is indeed very familiar with it, because this is also the place where he and Fei Ziang rest and play the most. It's a legato, and the more you go, the more familiar it feels.

This place was very similar to the place where she saw little Ling Xuzi.

After walking for a while, Ling Xuzi stopped and looked at a large stone in the shade of a tree.

Lian Yin walked over to him, looked at where he looked, then looked at the other side, and finally knew where the familiarity was. The scene in front of her was very similar to the place where she first saw Fei Ziang and Xiao Ling Xuzi. To this day, she still has many doubts, wondering whether what she participated in was just a simple dream or not.

Now that she was really in the dream scene, she couldn't help but be confused again, and couldn't help but blurt out: "When I appeared here, the first thing I saw was you when I was a child, and your master, sitting on that big rock. It's so real, but you say it's all a dream. Is that just a dream, or is it real? ”

"yes, it was just a dream. Or is it real? To Lienyin's surprise, Ling Xuzi did not answer her doubts, but repeated them with her words, and the confusion in that tone was no less than hers.

Lian Yin looked at him, only to see that his eyes were faint and looking at the stone from afar. She couldn't guess what Ling Xuozi would think at this time, but he should be extremely nostalgic like this, not only for that person, but also for the carefree life at that time.

She reached out and tugged at the sleeve of his robe, and it wasn't until Ling Xuzi withdrew her eyes to look at her that she took his hand instead and led him to the big rock.

Ling Xuzi spontaneously followed her.

The big stone has also experienced more than 100 years of sun and rain, and some grass has come out of the cracks in the stone, Lian Yin looked at it, only picked a place where there were no weeds and sat down, dragged him with his hand, and motioned for him to sit down.

Ling Xuzi didn't sit down with her, and after withdrawing his hand, he stood in front of her and looked down at her.

The longer he looked at her, the more the expression on his face softened, most notably his eyes.

I don't know when it began, the ink pool without waves in the ancient well was also kneaded with a little bit of light, and it was all her who shone.

Because of the position he was standing, Lian Yin's vision was full of him, and he was the only one. Whether it's the blue washing sky, or the fragrant grass like Yin, all of them have made a matching background board for Ling Xuozi.

It is precisely under such a scenery and in such a time that Lian Yin's eyes really have such a person as Ling Xuzi.

She narrowed her eyes slightly, and only his face remained in her narrowed field of vision.

Ling Xuzi was looking at her in pairs, and suddenly felt that his scalp tightened, his gaze fell, and at some point, he was dragging a few strands of hair in front of him in her hand. She played with her fingers in a row and around him, clutching his scalp from time to time. I don't know why, a sentence suddenly popped up in his head, "Wrap your hair around to the white head".

It would be nice if I could really get to the white head......

Taking advantage of the fact that the sun was still good, Ling Xuozi didn't stay too long, and after letting Lian Yin sit and rest for a while, he motioned for Lian Yin to follow him to see Qingyun Temple.

When Ling Xuzi was still Yu Fei, Qingyun Temple was still a Taoist temple with good incense, but with the passage of time, Qingyun Temple could not avoid the vulgarity and gradually became lonely. Especially when the Xuanhua faction was forced to move out of Xuanhua Peak, the people of Qingyunguan also left the mountain together and went to Forget Worries Peak with the Xuanhua faction.

Today's Qingyun View has become an empty view of no one, and the view is overgrown with weeds and a decadent scenery.

Ling Xuzi followed the imprints of the past, circled the Qingyun Temple, and left the Qingyun Temple in the twilight before the sky was about to darken.

After going to Qingyun Temple, Ling Xuzi's route to the south was obviously aimless.

Today, you may watch the sunrise and sunset with Renyin on the beach, tomorrow you may go to a certain mountain to see the snow-capped mountains, and the day after tomorrow, you may hunt in an unknown mountain forest. Ling Xuzi obviously doesn't seem to be a delicate person, but every place he goes with Lianyin is a place that can make people sigh and be happy.

It's been a long time like this, and even people like Lianyin, who think they're sober, are a little addicted. Maybe she also had a dream of traveling around the world, but when she has a dream, it will not be easy to come true, and when she has the ability to realize it, I am afraid that she will not have so much time and opportunity. And now it's really happening.

However, the more beautiful the day is and the more you don't want to live the end, it is always short-lived.

Ling Xuzi originally said that after three months, the whole world would spread the news that the Demon Realm had disappeared, but the time was less than three months, and when it was two and a half months, the fact that the Demon Realm had already existed in name only spread throughout the entire mortal continent by taking advantage of the wind, and all the immortal cultivation sects and other Jianghu sects all knew about this major event.

For a time, all those who had a grudge against Ling Xuzi, or even those who had no grudges, all poured out of the nest and gathered into an army, just to do the right thing for the sky, to ambush Ling Xuozi, a wicked man, under the sword, to comfort the many heroic spirits under the Yellow Spring.

Ling Xuozi and Lian Yin met the first wave of people who came to seek revenge without warning.