Everyone left, Zhong Zhen put the portrait of the master and Yu Chen together, and quietly looked at the two of them, although they were not exactly the same, but the magic was indescribably similar.

That demon cultivator Yun Dan's heart is really heartfelt, and the portrait flows with the writer's heart, pure to the extreme.

Being able to draw such a picture, why would she cultivate demons, Zhong Zhen was puzzled, but she thought about it again. Maybe because of too deep love, I will be reluctant to give up, and I want to live again.

Thinking about herself, she knew that she was not such a woman.

She will definitely not go into the devil for anyone, for the sake of faith, for the sake of her relatives, she will not hesitate to give up her life, but she will not fall into the devil for love.

There is a saying that she has always agreed with the deep love and longevity.

I still think so.

The love is extremely deep, there will be no more self, and they are all for each other.

She is not such a person, and neither is Zhu Ziling, but Dugu Pocheng is.

The years have passed, everyone has their own share in their hands, the only one, she chose to accept the part of Dugu Pocheng, and since then she has supported each other wholeheartedly.

Year after year, people who see the abyss still maintain the habit of celebrating the New Year. It was the end of the year, and two days ago there was a heavy snowfall, and the whole world was white.

The sound of firecrackers rang off for most of the night, gradually subdued, and only occasionally one or two were heard, and it spread far and wide in the silent night.

Mortals have already rebuilt their homes, new children are born, old people die, and cultivators change to cultivating immortals.

In the early years, Dugu Pocheng abolished the imperial system, but later there was still a new emperor, a powerful cultivator, and after his death, his descendants did not keep their position.

You fought for me and went through a turbulent time, and later someone stood up and upheld the old system of Dugu breaking the city.

In the end, the human pill was completely annihilated.

Zhong Zhen lives on the edge of the Onimi Abyss, near this side of the Southern Regions.

The first day of the year is a big day, and on this day, Haizu will sing for everyone.

The first ray of light appeared in the early morning, and there were already monks waiting. There were still small snowflakes in the sky, and a piece of silver shrouded the distant earth, which seemed very peaceful and serene.

The number of monks who come to the Devil's Edge is increasing year by year, and this year tens of thousands of people have gathered.

With the help of the ancestors of the mermaid clan, absorbing the yin qi will definitely not go mad, and with such an opportunity, the high-level monks of countless sects have brought their disciples here.

Haizu did not stand on a high place, but just stood in front of people very casually, with a small white bird standing on his shoulder, which was in the sky.

Everyone sat cross-legged with their eyes closed, Zhong Zhen sat at the front, staring at her grandfather without blinking, her cultivation now is much higher than before, and the power of the Yuan Shen can barely see her grandfather's face.

Just a little distracted, and immediately forget.

Even if you want to draw it, you can't do it.

Grandpa has eyes as deep as the sea, blue, a high nose, and extremely clear contours on his face, but he does not feel cold and hard, only feels that he is exquisite.

The hair is curly, black at first glance, but in fact it looks like seaweed, with a dark green tinge.

There are many, many people around, and in places where the yin qi is heavier, there are only high-level monks, and those in the foundation building period are in the rear.

There weren't many Qi Refining Minor Cultivators, all of them were the future elites of some sects.

If you bring all the disciples, there will not be enough space.

Hong Tianming, Meng Laibao, Qin Youyou and others are all on the side of the Nine Heavens Dao Sect. Mu Qingsong was also mixed in with some disciples of the Firmament Sword Sect, and he was surrounded by Wang Ancestral Hall, a disciple of the old man who had a similar temperament to him, and now he was already in the early stage of the Yuan Infant.

Zhong Zhen turned around to say hello to Mu Qingsong, but saw Hu Feice glaring at her viciously.

For some reason, maybe it was her grandfather by her side, she grimaced at Hu Feice, and then raised three fingers, indicating that he still owed three million spirit stones and had not paid it back.

Hu Feize was angry again, and when he thought of his painting, he felt humiliated, and turned his head away with a snort.

There are some other people who are all familiar with each other, such as Teng Chongzhi, Qi Yan, and ...... Yuan Zhi.

Seeing Yuan Zhi, Zhong Zhen smiled at him and felt embarrassed, no longer greeted everyone, turned around, sat upright and continued to look at Haizu.

Mu Qingsong was in a trance, he looked at Zhong Zhen's back, and Dugu Pocheng beside her, for some reason, a trace of strange thoughts appeared in his heart.

He is not similar to Dugu Pocheng, except for a pair of eyes.

I remember that Miss Zhong would occasionally stare at him and lose her mind, but in an instant, she returned to nothing.

If Brother Dugu hadn't broken the mirror, his essence and blood returned, and he entered the body with part of the other party's primordial spirit, would he also have a little memory similar to Huiyan.

Shaking his head, Mu Qingsong put aside this thought, closed his eyes, and waited intently for Haizu's song.

The singing would last for three days, which was extremely expensive for Haizu, but it was a great luck for all the monks.

The soft voice slowly rose from the inaudible.

It seems to come from the bottom of the sea, as if it comes from the clouds, as if it is whispering in the ear.

Just hear it, and have no regrets in this life.

There is no humming of any lyrics, the high is as deep as the clouds, as if from the nine heavens, and the low place is tactful and lingering and sinks into the depths of the heart.

It is the most beautiful flower, the sweetest mountain spring, the most unforgettable memory......

Tens of thousands of people, silent, only the sound of snowflakes falling, and the melodious chanting hovering between heaven and earth.

The most beautiful voice is to sing with your heart!

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(ENDS)

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In the last ten chapters of the two days, the story ends here, it is not an orthodox Xiuxian Shuangwen, the focus is on the growth of the protagonist rather than cultivating immortals.

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