Magnolia Peak – The peak lives up to its name.

At a glance, the peaks are full of silver snow, such as the best mutton fat jade.

This is a veritable snow peak, and the cold jade hall on it is also made of 10,000 years of ice.

The coldest is the main hall, and the side halls are simply built with nanmu.

Except for the ice and frost and snow on the peak, only a few ice lotuses bloomed on the edge of the cliff, and there were no other decorations.

The young man never landed on the sword, and with just one thought, the sword obediently returned to the Purple Mansion.

After landing on the ground, he glanced down at the child in his arms who seemed to have been soaked in blood, frowned, his lips stretched into a straight line, and paused, before carrying the person to the side hall.

When he arrived at the side hall and put the child on the bed, Yu Xiaobai's heart was relieved. Finally brought the villain back, as long as the person comes back, everything will be fine in the future.

As long as he protects the villain and doesn't become a demon cultivator, the mission should be almost complete, right?

The little villain will have a bigger palm, and he should have raised a son in this world.

Yu Xiaobai, who had the mentality of raising a son, softened his face slightly, sat down on the edge of the bed, and conjured a handkerchief casually, gently wiping the blood on his face for the child, revealing the child's pink appearance.

It's so cute.

Holding the handkerchief and sighing, the young man's eyes swept over the child's tattered clothes, moved his lips, and silently recited a mantra, and the child was immediately changed into a clean disciple's uniform.

After doing all this, he finally tore off the quilt on the bed and covered the child, and the young man left the side hall with the bloodstained handkerchief.

With a creak, the door was shut, and the children in the side hall opened their eyes.

He lifted the quilt from his body, stepped on the ground barefoot, walked to the door, and looked at the people outside through the door paper.

Under the moonlight, the young man seemed to be an immortal coming from the sky, and his snow-white robe blended with the snow color of Magnolia Peak.

The young man walked quietly on the snow, as if he could walk forever - but that was just Tang Mingming's illusion. Soon, the young man got on the platform and entered the Hanyu Palace. The young man turned, closed the door, and hid his face and figure behind the door.

When nothing could be seen, the child withdrew his gaze and turned to look at the decorations of the side hall by the moonlight.

Tables, stools, beds, tubs, barrels, simple bookshelves...... Couldn't find anything else superfluous, simple and neat.

Although it is very simple, it can't be compared to his Demon Palace, but it is much better than the treatment he received in Jingyang Sect back then.

Raising his eyebrows, Tang Dimin returned to the bed and sat down cross-legged and began to practice the "Divine and Demon Formula".

In his previous life, he was plagued by illness after surviving, and he was already twenty-three years old when he practiced the "Divine and Demon Technique", which was past the best cultivation time.

Now, he hasn't missed the best cultivation time, and in the future, let alone one Qin Ya, even ten of them will not be in his eyes at all!

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Stargazing platform.

The night is blurry and the stars are dense. I saw a red light close to the Magnolia Star, disappearing near the Magnolia Star, and then a dark red inconspicuous point of light appeared next to the Magnolia Star.

The man standing on the stargazing platform stared deeply at the star that suddenly appeared for a moment, and then raised his hand and pinched his fingers, during which the knot between his eyebrows became tighter and tighter, and finally turned into a thick worry.

A disciple beside him watched him pinch his fingers and skillfully presented pen, ink, paper, and inkstone: "Master." ”

The man didn't answer the disciple, picked up the brush and quickly wrote a paragraph on the rice paper, then put down the brush and picked up the rice paper, shook it, shook the pen and ink, and folded the rice paper into a bird.

As if given life, the paper bird flapped its wings and flew into the night sky as soon as it was folded.

Looking at the paper birds that disappeared into the night sky, the man sighed softly: "I hope this catastrophe is just a one-person catastrophe." ”

“…… Master? ”

When the disciple heard the man's words, he also looked up at the night sky. Even if he doesn't understand it.