The wind, the yellow sand, the mud that can't be blown clean and covers the bottom of my heart.

The snow and ruins can't bring the grass and trees that were there at the end of the year.

The one that blows in the cold wind, the one that floats in the snowflake brush, such cheesy words are used in the moment, giving people the feeling that they are a perfect match, just right.

After a rough discussion by several bigwigs, it was decided that this place would still be treated as a holy place for sword cultivation, and the scale was larger than before. The places that should be repaired will be repaired, the things that should be built will be built, the things that should be sorted out and collected will not be pulled, and there are formations, waiting, places of worship, etc., all of which are arranged.

That was for later. At that time, the sword house maintained the appearance of the shattered, one stone and one sand, one wood and one beam, and it was not allowed to be altered in the slightest.

The real heaven is peerless, and the overwhelming killing intent has left a deep impression on everyone, and when it returns to the body of Thirteen Lang, many masters find that the aura around the sword house has been changed a lot unconsciously.

The change is not clear, but it can definitely be related to the sword, and the ancestor of Yanshan confirmed that this change is good for sword cultivation, and ordered the closure of the house as soon as possible. Gathering the strength of many formation masters, the swallowtail clan joined forces with many masters present to firmly seal the surrounding three hundred miles of territory, and try to delay its assimilation from the outside world.

Such a move turned out to be timely and wise. After that day, many sword cultivators, including Yanshan Ancestor, learned swords here, and they all benefited differently, and some lucky people even showed signs of loosening the bottleneck, and they were pleasantly surprised. Compared with the swallowtail clan, the benefits of other types of monks are much worse, and they will not be busy in vain.

In order to achieve the Cheng dù of the ancestor of Yanshan, the human world has reached the peak, and one more step can be taken to reach the sky, and its difficult journey can be imagined. With this alone, the Sword House is qualified to be revered by all cultivators and passed down for thousands of years. Now, three months have passed. The sword house has long been restored to peace, and the breath left by the heavenly absolute has also been absorbed by the earth, and there are still many monks around who are reluctant to leave, meditating in different places near and far.

The Sword House is a public land, and as long as the monks of the Six Directions cultivate to reach the Yuan Infant or above, no one will be refused. But there is one rule, never near the center. With the stone platform with the broken stone as the center, the surrounding 300 zhang is temporarily forbidden area, and no one is allowed to approach.

The follow-up matters, including the reconstruction of the Sword Mansion, will have to wait until Xiao Shisanlang leaves the customs and walks out of the Sword Mansion

"It's white again. ”

Looking at the middle of the ruins from afar, Princess Xia pulled the sleeve of the ancestor's coat, looking a little worried.

When the sword was broken, a half-foot crack was split out of the wide stone platform, without using divine thoughts. This is the only angle from which Jusan Lang can be observed, and only his head can be seen.

Thirteen Lang's head, or his hair to be exact, was turning white at a visible rate, as if the speed of time had passed a hundred times faster, and he had completed most of his life in an instant. At the same time, the snow fell above the sword house, and the snowflakes falling around its body quickly condensed into ice, just looking at it. You can feel a sense of hardness, indifference, and even dead silence.

This is not the first time.

For the past three months, Shisanro's hair has gone from black to white and back to black every month. The surrounding snow then turns into ice, and then the ice melts rapidly, producing a sticky fog mixed with yellow sand instead of water. At that time, the sun will reappear above the sword house, and the snow will not remain, and you will accidentally think that someone has dug a black hole between the white sky. It's a spectacle.

If you were someone else, you would definitely be understood as practicing some kind of exercise, and only when Princess Xia had a master around her could she see the nature of this change, and then stop the group of girls and avoid panicking and doing something wrong.

"It's the artistic conception, and it's related to life and death. ”

Yanshan Ancestor patted Princess Xia's hand. said with emotion: "Unbroken God, purely with artistic conception to affect the time"

"My apprentice!" Ghost Dao was triumphant on the side, and his chest was tall.

"My daddy!" is a little bit of a doom, for fear of being ignored.

"I know it's your daddy. The yellow flower girl bent down and picked her up, looked like a delicate bud on top of a big flower, and said, "How is the situation?"

Perception of artistic conception is that there will be risks due to chance, especially not to be disturbed. There are countless masters around the sword house, and the external troubles are almost equal to zero, and the only thing left is internal worries. Including Yanshan Ancestor, no one could see through the situation of Thirteen Lang, and if he wanted to know, he could only ask Xiao Budian for advice. The yellow flower sisters don't understand the artistic conception, but they can understand that every black-and-white conversion is the key, and they don't forget to bring in a little bit to inquire about one or two, looking forward to listening to some good words.

"It's still like that, nothing special. ”

Xiao Budian only feels that his father's love is stable, and he can't tell too much reason. For her, her father will always be the most capable one in the world, and as long as she is not put on the neck with a knife, there is no difficulty that cannot be overcome. In addition, the reason why Xiao Budian can be so relaxed is that she also has a basis that no one can say: the contract of life and death.

The snail beauty child has a heart, does not understand what the artistic conception is, and finally can't be as patient as others to observe the hair changing color again and again. After a skimming look, Xiao Budian twisted his body and rolled his eyeballs, and soon found a new focus.

"Look over there. ”

Stretching out his hand and pointing in the other direction, Xiao Budian looked like an adult, and said with emotion: "She is so pitiful." ”

She refers to the Night Lotus. Unlike the bustle here, the Flower of Eternity is alone, and it also guards here and refuses to leave.

The status of the Immortal Spirit Hall is transcendent, and what Yelian wants to do, no one can ask except Qi Fei. Calculating the time, the day of recruiting relatives is approaching, and the flower of eternity has stayed in the outer land and refused to leave, and has rejected two edicts one after another, which has really attracted a lot of criticism.

At this time, the good deeds couldn't help but turn over the things between the three Lang and the two of them back then, plus the three-sided cliff to solve the crisis, the chaos of the demon waterfall and so on, the arrangement and interpretation were not wonderful. The longer the time passes, the more criticism there is, and the more embarrassed the people related to it from all parties feel, such as His Royal Highness Fei, after repeatedly persuading the night lotus to no avail, he angrily set off to return to the Immortal Spirit Palace.

In this regard, the yellow flower girl is the most outspoken, and bluntly said that Qi Fei will definitely fight Ye Lian's little report, and the wolf's ambition is cloudy.

The words have the meaning of helping.,It doesn't mean that you can live in harmony with Yelian;Nature has a gossip side.,Several girls guess about Yelian's behavior no less than others.,Even sideways、Or personally probe.。 As a result, including the ghost path that had a relationship with Yelian, as well as the ancestor of Yanshan, they all ate soft nails without exception. Received no valuable response.

By now, few people were willing to talk about it, leaving the Flower of Eternity alone, proud, or pitiful.

"Pathetic?"

Hearing Xiao Budian say this about the night lotus, the yellow flower girl was as unimpressed as always. Princess Xia's expression was complicated, only the dead girl and Xiao Budian had similar opinions, and said quietly: "Yes, I don't even have a companion."

"Self-inflicted. ”

By nature, although she knows better than anyone else the story of finding her wife, the yellow flower girl still can't help but control the desire to treat Thirteen Lang as private property or even forbidden, and is hostile to any woman who is entangled with it, especially beautiful women.

"Want to be her companion?"

"It's okay," the mortuary instinctively responded.

"Something that doesn't fight for it!" the yellow flower girl glanced at her sister. said: "Let me remind you, that woman eats people without spitting out bones, and she will not be soft-hearted when she robs men." ”

Even if it is out of time or out of place, only Huang Hua Nu dares to say this kind of nonsense in public, her expression is so reasonable and natural, she doesn't care what others think, and she doesn't care how embarrassed the girl's face is. Princess Xia's expression was helpless, and how tight the brows of Yanshan Ancestor and Ghost Dao were.

Today's yellow flower sisters. is no longer a wandering water thief who is drifting in Surabaya and does not dare to land, but a messenger who is responsible for liaising with Puri, and if there is no serious sin, she really can't help her.

"I'm not," the girl hurriedly replied, her face flushing with shame.

"Pity her, who will pity you?"

"I'm not"

"Look at you, you look like a sick seedling, and then you don't find a companion in time. Who can we rely on in the future?"

"Sister" was anxious and ashamed, and the more she tried to defend herself, the more she couldn't understand, and the martyr was so red that she was dripping blood, and she wanted to cry.

"Someone again, man!"

Little Dots thinks differently than everyone else. Too many aunts and aunts are in trouble surrounding her father, but if there are men hanging around those aunts and aunts, it will also arouse her hostility, and she is the most vigilant.

"It's him. ”

Xiao Bu's words relieved the siege of the dead girl, and everyone looked up again, seeing Yuan Chaonian walking towards the flower of eternity, and was talking to him.

"Is that him?" Ghost Dao Shuang's eyebrows raised slightly.

"What's wrong with him?" Xiao Budian heard the smell and hurriedly asked.

"It's nothing," Ghost Dao muttered, "What is he looking for Yelian for?"

"It should be related to XIII. "Yanshan Ancestor was thoughtful.

"Why?" Princess Kasumi pricked up her ears.

"Does it matter?"

Xiao Budian didn't know much, but she knew that the status of Yanshan Ancestor was respected, and the things that could make him think about it must be very important; if it was related to his father, it was not only important, but he had to pay attention to it.

"I'll take a look. ”

Do what you want, before the words fell, the faint ripples around flashed, and the little dot had disappeared from the arms of the yellow flower girl.

"Hey, don't worry," Princess Xia exclaimed, where is there still time.

"What an empty escape technique!"

The concealment technique of the space master, even the ancestor of Yanshan could not help but be amazed, and his eyes showed appreciation.

"Let her go. ”

"Well, let her go. Onido nodded in agreement.

"It's the perfect fit. ”

Stepping on the soft white snow, Yuan Chaonian slowly walked towards the night lotus, step by step, the distance between the footprints was exactly the same, and the depth was exactly the same.

The flower of eternity is named after the lotus, people are as pure and sacred as the lotus, looking at her on a snowy day, feeling like looking at a magnified snowflake, and like a changeable elf stored in the legend; every time you get close or far away, the snowflakes seem to fall off, turn over, twist your waist, and the impression is completely different.

In the dance, a fluttering corner of clothes, a fish emerges from the water and spits a bubble, and the seeds in the ground send out the first shootsNo matter what kind of impression, the beauty will not change after all, and it will become more and more extreme.

These are all changes, day by day, from time to time, and they can only happen to Night Lotus, which is about to exceed people's imagination.

"A fairy is a fairy, and sooner or later there will be a day when the immortal will go away. ”

Yuan Chaonian saw the change of Yelian, understood her strength, and looked at her with some emotion, some pity, and some regret.

"Until then, you have to be obedient. ”

(To be continued......)