Qingyin welcomes the dawn of the moon, and sorrowful thoughts stand in the cold.

In the early morning, the fog is shrouded. A young man dressed in white stood on the shore of the cold pool, a group of cranes flew around the mountains, and beside the young man, a white-headed and blue-bodied tiger with the same height as him also stood quietly.

The white tiger looked sideways at the young man: "Why do you want to keep her, do you know that she is a descendant of the dust, the lord just couldn't bear it back then, leaving a vein of the dust and sealing her spirit bones, but... Alas......" the white tiger sighed.

Thinking of what happened last night, if it weren't for the young man in white arriving in time, the white tiger would definitely go down with one claw, why is there so much sorrow now.

The young man was graceful, standing with his hands in his hands, and when he heard the words of the white tiger's temperament, he put down the hand behind his back and turned to look at the white tiger gracefully.

Slowly opened his mouth and then the white tiger couldn't bear to continue to speak: "But at that time, the awakening of the power of the falling dust made the world turbulent, and the heroes of the world rose up to punish him. Simply save it, erase the aura, and throw it into the mortal world, hoping that the dust can be ordinary forever but can spend a safe life. ”

The white tiger stood up, shook the mist on his body, and remembered some painful memories: "But..."

Before the white tiger could speak, he was interrupted by the young man in white raising his hand, and then said: "The lord made such a choice back then, how can I live up to the lord's will now, when the lord sacrificed his life to protect the dust line, he will not want to see us kill her, so you don't want to fight her in the future, and I will make up for the mistakes we made." ”

The tiger opened his mouth, but finally chose to remain silent. It knew that the path chosen by the young man in white was the same as the path chosen by the lord, and it could not stop it.

Outside the cold pool, not far from where the boy stood, there was a row of bamboo forests, and there were several small cabins at the end of the bamboo forest. The boy had long since left, but the cries of children could be heard in the wooden house.

A seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl gently patted the little girl's back and coaxed softly: "Ayin don't cry, Ayin is good." ”

Another girl walked in with a washbasin, this girl's face was exactly the same as the girl in the house, she joked: "Our little Ayin has woken up, entered this holy mountain, and will be a little spirit master in the future, don't cry your nose." ”

The holy mountain is not a mountain, but the cultivation realm, the territory divided by the first immortal, and the collective name of all the mountains in his cultivation territory is called the holy mountain by the younger cultivators.

The holy mountain, as the name suggests, is a mountain of pilgrimage, a mountain that cultivators yearn for.

The girl holding the little girl's back giggled: "Second sister is really good at talking nonsense, how can a spirit master be so good, let alone a child of this size." ”

The little girl laughed as they laughed as they spoke.

One of these two girls is called Yao'er and the other is called Ling'er.

Yao'er gently combed the little girl's hair, and asked softly, "Ayinke still remembers what her father's name is, and where is her home?" ”

The little girl in front of the desk shook her head, nodded again, shook her head again, her little head was blank now, she only knew that she was awake, and the two big sisters were by her side, calling her Ayin.

Ling'er recalled that night, a handsome young man, holding the little girl:

Ling'er stopped him shyly: "Shaoxia stays, I don't know if Shaoxia can tell me... Her name, I think this little girl is so cute. ”

Ling'er wanted to ask the boy's name, but when she met the boy's gaze, she shyly changed to the little girl's name.

The young man turned his back to them, looked at the cold pool, the cranes hovering on the pool, and read silently: Qingyin welcomes the dawn of the moon, sorrowful thoughts of the Hanpu, and the dust is in the vein, then it is called Luoqingyin, and it can be regarded as following the ancestral surname.

"Just call her Ayin." Before the words were finished, the person was long gone.