Time passed in a hurry, and these days, Yuan Yang would spend most of his days practicing spells. Fortunately, the condensation and quenching of the body went smoothly, and Yuan Yang also felt that his seven meridians and eight veins were becoming more and more fulfilling, and every time the condensation ended, his heart was indescribably comfortable and happy.

Ten thousand trees are spring, withered leaves and flying flowers, coupled with the Biqing sword technique, the exercises practiced by Yuan Yang are no longer so single, although the number of exercises has increased, and it takes Yuan Yang a little more time to cultivate, but Yuan Yang has a good understanding, and it is not so difficult to cultivate.

At present, Yuan Yang is still in the realm of quenching his body, although he practices hard every day, he doesn't feel that he has made any progress, or the degree of improvement is too insignificant, and Yuan Yang himself is difficult to notice.

In the past ten days, several senior brothers in Yuanyang have not come, and every time it is time to eat, they are all sent by the wooden letter-winged bird. What have you been up to lately? Yuan Yang was really curious, but she didn't know how to transmit the sound of thousands of miles, otherwise she would have to ask clearly.

But thinking of the sound transmission, Yuan Yang reacted at this time, remembering that the letter-winged bird can go back and forth between Ziyiya and Aokiyuan, and it is not the meal time at the moment, so the letter-winged bird that delivers the meal will naturally not appear. Yuan Yang had no choice but to take out the little letter-winged bird that Qin Tian gave her, then picked a leaf and carved a few lines of small characters on it with a bamboo hairpin: "I haven't seen Senior Brother Qin for many days, and I don't know if the affairs of the division are very busy?" ”

After carving, he tied the leaves to the feet of the bird, pressed it lightly, and the bird flew to Aokien in the distance.

As soon as the winged bird left, Yuan Yang seized the time to start cultivating again, the reason why she worked so hard was that she wanted to break through as soon as possible, and secondly, Yuan Yang was naturally worried that Feng Silence would appear again, if her spell was a little stronger, she would definitely not suffer easily.

But fortunately, Feng Lonely has not come over in the past ten days, otherwise, Yuan Yang's cultivation that he has finally meditated on will definitely be disrupted by him.

Once she thought that Feng Lonely might come back, Yuan Yang cultivated more and more hard, she practiced so hard, just to wait for Feng Lonely to come, she looked forward to it day by day, hoping that one day she would kill him with her own hands, and then regain her secrets.

But perhaps Beacon Silence will not come again. Although it is located in a remote area and has very few people, it is not like the vegetable market on the street to come and go.

After half an hour, I only heard the sound of the letter-winged bird in the distance, and as soon as he was happy, he stopped cultivating, and when he raised his eyes, a large and a small letter-winged bird came into view.

"Time flies so fast, and in a blink of an eye, it's time to eat again." Yuan Yang muttered in a low voice, took down the meal sent by the big letter winged bird, and then his eyes fell on the little letter winged bird, but saw a small note attached to the leg of the little letter winged bird, Yuan Yang hurriedly took it off, picked up the note and read: "Little junior sister, the party has been very busy up and down recently, and the Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching, and the three factions of the Immortal Alliance are going to gather in our Yunji faction to celebrate, so we can't stop to visit you, don't blame it." ”

After reading it, Yuan Yang frowned slightly, held his chin and speculated: "The three factions of the Immortal Alliance, are they referring to the Yunji faction, the Chenji Sect and the Phantom Star Pavilion?" Yuan Yang tried her best to recall what Qing Qian said at the lecture conference that day, but she was sleepy that day, and she only remembered the three factions of the Immortal Alliance.

In an instant, Yuan Yang became a little gloomy again, and said in his heart: "In the blink of an eye, it is almost the Mid-Autumn Festival, but it's a pity that I have to spend the first Mid-Autumn Festival in the Yunji Sect by myself." ”

Yuan Yang was a little bored in her heart, and she had no intention of eating at the moment, so she walked to the stone wall engraved with the Biqing sword trick, slowly squatted down, she stretched out her hand to wipe the dust accumulated on the stone wall in the past few days, and saw the line of words: "Yesterday's good year, today's dust is empty, and the wind is sad, but people are remembered, where is the king?" ”

Another wisp of inexplicable melancholy came to her heart, she seemed to understand whether she understood or not, although she didn't understand very well, but she also felt that the senior who carved these words must have been sad at that time.

saw the next line of words, "In this life, I am sorry for you, and only one death can remove my guilt for you in this life." Yuan Yang was shocked and said: "These words, as well as the Biqing Sword Technique, could it be that the seniors engraved them before they died?" ”

Although Yuan Yang has never seen the appearance of this senior, he has been practicing the Biqing Sword Technique in the past few days, and invisibly, Yuan Yang has a kind of attachment and affection for that senior. Now I know that this sword trick was made by my predecessors at the moment of death, and then I looked at the sad words on the stone wall, and remembered that I was the same as my predecessors back then, alone in this deserted Ziyi Cliff, Yuan Yang couldn't hold back his inner emotions anymore, and tears poured down at the moment, crying loudly.

Crying so much that her body and bones were a little loose, she didn't know what was wrong with her, she just felt so sad and sad. For a long time, Yuan Yang climbed weakly on the stone wall and fell asleep, until dusk fell, and in the dead of night, Yuan Yang heard a woman's sigh in a daze.

Yuan Yang was shocked, and quickly woke up from his sleep, and looked around quickly, but he didn't find anything strange.

The night breeze became a little cold, and his body trembled, and he comforted himself: "I must have heard it wrong, and it would be better for me to go back to the cave at night." ”

Yuan Yang stood up and ran into the cave without looking back.

Lighting the candle flame in the cave, Yuan Yang sat at the stone table and stared at the few bouquets of drunken ink flowers, the fresh fragrance of flowers has been rippling throughout the cave, dripping water, but it is not so dead and silent.

The Aoki Garden was full of fiery red lanterns, and Ji Yeli and Qin Tian and his party were very busy, not only cleaning up the Aoki Garden inside and out, but also going back and forth every day from the Fire Tower, the Broken Earth Tower, the Jingshui Lake and the Shuojin Peak.

Now, not only Aoki Garden is decorated with joy, but the entire Yunji Sect has been shrouded in joy.

In the past few days, the number of disciples who have gone down the mountain to the bazaar to buy festival supplies has reached forty or fifty people, melons and fruits, snacks, dishes and wine, and the most important thing is that moon cakes can not be missing, although the disciples who have cultivated to a very high level in the Xianmen have long not needed to eat every day, but after a festival, it is always necessary to continue the tradition left over from ancient times, and this time the three factions of Xianmeng are gathered here, and the main Yunji faction can not be too stingy.

In Aoki Garden, the four senior brothers of Yuanyang walked up and down, constantly going back and forth in front of Jingming Hall.

"Can you stop? You are shaking so much that my eyes hurt. In front of Jingming Hall, Zhang Daoqing said angrily.

The busy Ji Yeli still had some trivial things in his hand, and when he heard Zhang Daoqing say this, he also stopped and said very politely: "It's not early at night, Master should go back to the room to rest." ”

Zhang Daoqing shook his head and sighed, took out the wine gourd on his waist, and was about to ask the wine to the sky, but there was no wine left in the gourd, Zhang Daoqing didn't drink anything, and snorted lightly at the moment, "Why is there no wine in the wine gourd?" ”

Qin Tian, who was busy in Jingming Hall, smiled and said, "Master, haven't you quit drinking?" Why do you want to drink again? ”

Fang didn't know that he also stopped wiping the carved wooden windows in the courtyard at the moment, and said with some teasing: "I must be so angry that I forgot that I can't drink alcohol this year." ”

Zhang Daoqing said indignantly: "Little cub, what do you know? I'm just a little angry, my five apprentices can't have a Mid-Autumn Festival reunion, and I really don't want to participate in the gathering of the Immortal League to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival. ”

As soon as the words fell, Jingmingtang was suddenly silent, and only heard Ni Chuanqiong cough dryly for a while, and said: "On the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival, let's all go to Ziyiya." ”

Zhang Daoqing hurriedly said: "No, the Immortal League gathers and leaves the square, at the Mid-Autumn Festival, before the guests return to the room to rest, our Yunji faction can't leave." ”

Several people were silent for a while, and the atmosphere became very stiff, Qin Tian had to jokingly ease the atmosphere, "Okay, why don't we go to Ziyiya every other day to make up for the Mid-Autumn Festival for the little junior sister?" ”

Everyone also nodded in agreement, and Qin Tian said again: "Master, you naturally can't help but go to the Mid-Autumn Festival, maybe where you go, you may be able to drink wine." ”

Zhang Daoqing raised his eyebrows, his old face turned red, he closed his eyes to hide his embarrassment, turned around and hurried to the house where he lived, and said in pieces: "There is wine, there is wine, but I don't want to go, it's really embarrassing for me." ”

The four male apprentices who left Zhang Daoqing were stunned in the courtyard of Jingming Hall, the moon on August 13 was more or less round, and the silver moon was hanging high at this time, this place was lively, and the Ziyi Cliff in another place was lonely.