The carriage that left from Zhongzhou tossed and turned all the way, and the wind and dust were blowing.

Leaving the westward from Tiandu City, crossing the desert area of Yangping City, and arriving at the destination, it was close to ten days, on the way Xu Qingyan closed his eyes and recuperated, looking extremely calm, Xiao Zhao sat silently opposite his little master, when he lived in seclusion in the mansion of Xiaoyu Lane in Tiandu City, the little master was just a "caged bird" under the hands of the three princes.

Today's heart and courage are far from being comparable to those of three years ago.

"Little Master, is this trip to Purple Mountain also for the sake of that 'Mr. Ning'?"

Some mixed thoughts flashed in Xiao Zhao's heart, the "Mr. Ning" who was on the edge of Xiaoyu Lane was a young genius who was popular all over Tiandu City, stepped into Tiandu, rose all the way, and climbed to the first place on the star list...... What happened to that "Mr. Ning" became unverifiable.

Three years later, the name "Ning Yi" gradually became unfamiliar in most people's ears......

When people forget a person, even if he is still alive, at that time...... It's no different from being dead.

Except for the group of people closest to Ning Yi, or the young magnates who were really in power in the Great Sui, other passers-by who had never witnessed all this were gradually forgotten.

The coup d'état in Tiandu, under the planning of Xu Qingke, was brewing in the cradle of the storm, and it also ended in this swaddling clothes before it was warm.

A few people are still clinging.

For example, the little master of his own family.

Another example is the girl surnamed Pei in Zishan.

"Is it really good to meet like this?" Xiao Zhao looked at the gradually thickening mist in the distance, it wouldn't be long before she arrived at the Purple Mountain Realm, she was a little distracted, and accidentally said what was in her heart.

Xu Qingyan was sitting precariously, lifting the curtain with one hand, looking at the ancient trees that were receding like a stream on both sides of the carriage and horse.

There was peace in her eyes.

"Nothing bad. ”

"We haven't seen each other for three years, but I think ...... Miss Pei Lingsu would not give up that idea. She must be like me, looking for a possibility. Xu Qingyan's eyes were a little dazed, three years passed in the blink of an eye, she had indeed not seen Miss Pei for a long time, the silent little girl who was quiet and silent in the Jianxing Marquis Mansion turned out to be the daughter of Pei Min, the general of the Northern Territory.

Ning Yi took the girl to crawl in Xiling for ten years.

Xu Qingyan's eyes are a little complicated, the world is not easy, there are too many sufferings in this world, and there is too little sweetness, so people always envy what they don't have and what others hold in their hands.

When everything was never revealed in the Lotus Dojo, he once envied Miss Pei's life experience.

As everyone knows, Miss Pei turned out to be a hard-working person.

She carried more than herself.

Purple Mountain Boundary, foggy, the carriage arrived here, the speed slowed down, the horseman sent by the palace, although the cultivation realm is there, but it is not high, and it is not a formation, but it is cautious by nature, and after some disorientation, he does not dare to mess around.

Horses' hooves kick slowly on the mountain path.

Xu Qingyan gently knocked on the carriage and signaled to stop, she was dressed in a white coat and walked off the carriage slowly.

Gently let out a breath of white air.

Miss Xiao Zhao followed closely and also got out of the carriage, she looked at her little master, put away her robe, rubbed her hands, and after getting out of the car, she didn't move, silently waiting in place.

Xu Qingyan was indeed waiting.

This is the boundary of the Purple Mountain-

From the time this carriage stepped into the range of a hundred miles of this mountain, the Chu Xuan Mountain Lord of the Nirvana realm must have already known his arrival, whether he was an enemy or a friend, a friend or a guest, an invitation or a drive, and had already made a conclusion at the beginning, if he didn't want to see himself, then this carriage would naturally not be able to go to the deepest part of the fog

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Place.

Heavy snow in the distance, sparks burning, slowly outlining an ethereal square portal.

The power of the Nirvana realm has been freed from the shackles of the ** mortal womb, and most of them will choose to open the way with the magic power of "twisting the fire to open the door", which is extremely fast, and the divine thoughts control the starlight and open up the space between the two places.

One step is the end.

It's just that the demand for the physical body is extremely high, and if you don't have the starlight of the Nirvana realm, you may try too far away, and your physical body may collapse and die, buried in an unknown space.

Three years ago, the portal at the foot of Changling Mountain was this kind of method, but the mountain guards of the Star Monarch realm already had a Nirvana body, and they would not be affected if they shuttled through the portal at will.

After that portal appeared, the entire Purple Mountain was still silent.

No one spoke.

No one spoke.

But the implications are already obvious.

......

......

Xu Qingyan's eyes were slightly condensed, and he bowed to the sparkling square door.

She waved her hand to signal that Xiao Zhao beside her didn't need to follow.

The next way, she can walk on her own.

Stepping into that portal, it was different from what I imagined, and there was no painful feeling of the Hongshan Plateau shattering the singularity shuttle space.

It's like stepping through a thousand ordinary doors in this world.

Lift your feet.

Moving.

Then Xu Qingyan saw the heavy snow like flying flotsam, and the swaying and stubborn frost grass.

A lonely prairie.

She came to the snowfield, and in front of her was a quaint stone tablet and a young woman in a purple shirt.

As soon as the sky was parted, I hadn't seen each other for three years, Pei Lingsu's whole temperament had changed greatly, and from the inside out, the sharp sword aura could not be concealed.

Xu Qingyan sighed softly: "Miss Pei, I haven't seen you for a long time. ”

Pei Lingsu actually didn't dislike this woman who was willing to intercede for herself in the Lotus Dojo...... Even if she has unavoidable minds in her heart, she still has a good impression of Xu Qingyan.

She nodded, and didn't bother with the polite words.

The girl lowered her eyebrows slightly.

It was quite an unexpected guest.

After a moment, she asked, "Specially rushed from Tiandu?"

Xu Qingyan smiled and nodded.

The girl asked again, "Because of Ning Yi?"

Nodding again.

Only this time, the smile on Xu Qingyan's face gradually disappeared, she took off her hat with one hand, gently held it on her chest, raised her head, and saw that it was the snow in the wind and snow field, and the Purple Mountain Lord who opened the door for herself did not appear here.

The snow stele is empty and there is no one else.

"Shizun is not here. Pei Yatou, who saw the other party's thoughts at a glance, said softly: "If it is related to him...... You can say it with confidence. ”

Xu Qingyan rubbed her cheeks, which were a little stiff from the cold, she exhaled a breath of depression and said, "Ning Yi is not dead, he is still alive." ”

Pei Lingsu shook his head and smiled: "I naturally know." ”

"He's not in the Great Sui, but ...... Over there. ”

When Xu Qingyan said this, he stretched out a finger and pointed to the north.

Pei Yatou's face became solemn.

How did she know?

Xu Qingyan, who was holding the hat with one hand, seemed to be speaking, and she said slowly and seriously: "Three years ago, he pushed me out of Changling...... After that, the whole world said he was dead. But I know that he is not dead, and there is still a wisp of soul, but he is silent, as if frozen and sealed by frost and snow, and I don't know how many years it will be able to recover. ”

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There was a pause.

"I didn't tell anyone else this secret, because I was the only one in the world who could save him. ”

When Xu Qingyan said this, her eyes were a little guilty, and she spread out her palm, where half a bone flute leaf was lying.

Xu Qingyan's voice laughed at himself: "My illness, Miss Pei, you should know it." It was a terminal illness that could not be cured, and only Ning Yi could save me...... Maybe it's a kind of reincarnation, cause and effect, right? Now it's only me who can save him. ”

See you on the bridge.

Convey divinity.

This is something she will do in the past three years, no matter how busy, tired, or hard.

After being silent for a long time, Pei Lingsu said softly: "What you did is not wrong, if I were you, I would do the same." ”

Xu Qingyan shook his head.

After the two people met, there were some things they wanted to say, but they couldn't.

It was an awkward and silent atmosphere.

But the two men already knew the situation.

At least, for now...... They had the same idea.

Xu Qingyan broke the calm first and said, "I said before that he was in the world of the demon clan, it seems to be ...... You don't seem surprised?"

Without waiting for the girl to answer, she took a deep breath and said, "Presumably you must have done a lot of things, and you have worked hard, I came to Purple Mountain just to ask you...... Can you use something like this?"

Pei Lingsu was slightly stunned.

Xu Qingyan raised a hand, and his palm hummed softly.

In the sky above the wind and snow field, there was a very light sound of silk threads pulling, and the frost grass on the ground, the flying debris in the air, and the snowflakes on the clothes on the shoulders were all disordered to varying degrees.

In the treetops in the distance, Chu Xuan, who was sitting on the tree and napping, slowly opened his eyes.

The Purple Mountain Mountain Lord's eyes were a little surprised, and he sighed softly.

This is the "treasure" that Xu Qingke used to kill the emperor in Tiandu.

Ultimately...... Was it given to Xu Qingyan?

These treasures are related to the art of deduction...... and then the majestic deduction, the number of lives, can be disassembled.

The forty-ninth way of heaven seeks a great extension.

Countless rays of light swarmed in.

Converge in the palm of the hooded girl, condensed.

Turned into a green bamboo slip.

The white big sword hunted and hunted, and Xu Qingyan gently handed the hanging bamboo slip in his palm to Pei Lingsu.

She looked at her firmly and said, "Do you need it?"

......

......

Ning Yi needs to be patient.

Only with enough patience can we wait for a chance to "kill".

Crossing thousands of miles of continuous snowfields in the Western Demon Domain, he flew non-stop with the red cherry blossom Xiao Nizi with a sword, and under the persecution of the person in charge of the chess game behind the scenes, after the short rest in the cave last time, he had not closed his eyes for seven consecutive days.

Far from being weary for seven days.

On the contrary, the spirit is more energetic.

The idea in my head became clearer and clearer.

The snowfield territory of the West Demon Domain is like a flawless chessboard, with the advancement of the chess pieces, it is gradually covered with devastation, and it is still the same old-fashioned, and the means of the layout are large and broad, and they use a large number of forces to force themselves in the West Demon Domain.

There is only one dead end left.

......

......

(There's only this chapter tonight, as it's best to get stuck at this plot point.) But I want to "happily" tell everyone, I am ready to make up for it, and I have missed it several times in a row, who can seriously tell me in the book review area how many words I owe? Although there was a change a few days ago, the number of words was enough. Something like this today is 3,000 words less. Which children's shoes are counted, and I will start mending them tomorrow. ）

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