The woman in the purple skirt smiled, her name is Gongsun Meiying, she is a disciple of the Cold Moon Sect, and she is the senior sister of the Cold Moon Sect.

"Senior Sister, Senior Sister, I heard that the Star Hall had just risen and destroyed the Flame Sect with the same status as ours, is it really fake, is it that powerful?" a female disciple asked with some excitement.

The legend of the Star Temple can be said to be far and wide.

A newly rising sect has destroyed a hundred-year-old sect in just a moment, and in the No. 1 area, all the sects are full of shock.

The Cold Moon Sect, although it is a women's sect. But this has been paid attention to as old people.

Gongsun Meiying shook his head with a wry smile, poked the female disciple with his slender onion finger, and scolded with a smile, "You little girls, if you don't practice well, you know how to care about these things all day long." Aren't you afraid that one day the Star Hall will come up, and then we will be wiped out?"

"Hmph, don't be afraid, with the master and senior sister you staring, how can our Cold Moon Sect be wiped out. Han Xinyue spit out ****, smiled mischievously, and looked full of innocence.

"Hey!" Gongsun Meiying smiled bitterly and sighed, these girls are really too naïve. However, just like the Lieshan Sect, a hundred years of peace have long made these disciples lose their vigilance.

But in the cultivation realm where the strong are like forests and the weak eat the strong, such a state is enough to be fatal. Moreover, the Cold Moon Sect has really not experienced it for too long, so I can't help but be a little worried.

"Senior sister, don't talk about us, you should tell us about the Star Temple. Is it really that strong? Even the Flame Sect was wiped out by them overnight. Han Xinyue grabbed Gongsun Meiying's lotus root arm and shook it and asked.

"The Burning Mountain Sect was indeed destroyed by the Star Hall that had just risen. So, Gongsun Meiying couldn't stand the hard demands of this group of Nizi, and told the details of the destruction of the Flame Sect one after another.

The reason for this. She also has an important reason, that is, let their group of Nizi be full of vigilance and must cultivate hard.

"Okay, okay, senior sister, we know. Don't talk about us, we will definitely practice hard from now on. Han Xinyue and the others patted their full chests. Said with an oath.

"Hmph, you little girls, if you don't train hard. It won't be long before it will be surpassed by Tang Jiao's junior sister. Gongsun Meiying said.

"Haha, Senior Sister, don't you tease us? How long has it been since the little junior sister joined the Cold Moon Sect, and in less than half a year, we will be surpassed by her?"

Gongsun Meiying heard this. pinched the jade hand, hit Han Xinyue's head with a popping corn, and said with a smile: "You girl, don't believe it." Senior Sister Tang Jiao is now a cultivator at the peak of Qi Condensation. ”

"What?" When Han Xinyue and the others heard this, they were taken aback, stared at Gongsun Meiying in disbelief, and said, "Impossible, absolutely impossible." How could the little junior sister cultivate so quickly and enter the realm, she is pregnant?"

I want to be at the beginning. It took her three full years to cultivate from the first realm of Qi Condensation to the peak of Qi Condensation. And the fastest record in the history of their Cold Moon Sect also took a year and a half. It's good now, in less than half a year, Senior Sister Tang Jiao's cultivation has reached the peak of Qi Condensation, and she can step into the foundation building realm at any time?

Do you want people to live?

Looking at Han Xinyue's frustrated expression, Gongsun Meiying covered his mouth and chuckled, "So what." You girls, if you don't take it seriously, with the cultivation speed of your junior sister, I'm afraid you will soon be able to surpass you. ”

At this moment, in the Cold Moon Sect. At the top of the Black Peak, there is a lake, which has been carved out by hand. In the middle of the lake, there is a pavilion. In front of the pavilion, there sat a woman in red, wearing a veil to cover her face.

In front of the woman, there was a guqin.

The faint sound of the piano echoes on the surface of the lake under the moonlight, crisp and pleasant, like the flowing water of the mountains, light and ethereal, and the sound of the piano is long, like the moon acacia.

Rich thoughts are mixed with the sound of the piano, swirling in the silent night sky. Dancing with the mountain wind, like crying and complaining.

Looking from the side alone, the moonlight sprinkled on the pavilion, and the woman was like a fairy in the nine heavens, stroking the qin, sitting on the lake, and stroking the qin. The white jade fingers float on the strings, just like caressing a lover, so gentle.

The breeze blows, and the scarf is lifted occasionally, revealing the true face of the woman, which can be described as sinking fish and geese, closing the moon and shy flowers, and the end is beautiful. If there is a handsome son here, he will be amazed, this woman is definitely not owned in the world.

The woman's eyes were like stars, and when she stroked the qin, she looked at the sky, and her lips opened lightly: "The sound of the piano is lonely, seeing the moon and thinking about people, but I am all in the king, and I don't see the shadow of you... Dumb, where are you?" Tang Jiao's long hair reached her waist and hung down on the carpet.

For a long time, when the song ended.

The lake rippled slightly, and a few fallen leaves fell with the sound of the piano, splashing with slight ripples, spreading out in the lake like a circle.

The moonlight is cold, and the garden is silent.

Suddenly, a white figure came in the distance, it was a woman, the same beautiful, the same glamorous world, with a shocking face, but the years still left traces on her beautiful face. Her white dress is long, and her white clothes are better than snow, like an elf coming out of the ice field, with a cold pervasiveness, like eternal ice.

Just when she looked at the woman in the pavilion in the lake, the coldness in the woman's eyes dissipated and turned into softness, she stared at the woman in red, and sighed: "Idiot, idiot... Lovesick and bitter, caressing the piano, why bother?"

The pavilion woman seemed to be aware, and when she looked up, she saw the woman in white, and hurriedly put down the piano in her hand, stood up, and bowed to the woman: "Master..."

"Jiao'er, the night is so cold, how can you stroke the piano on the top of this mountain?, what if you have a cold?" said the woman in white with some reproach. However, his words are full of concern.

"Master, I want to be dumb..." The woman in red lowered her head, her eyes a little moist. That pitiful appearance, coupled with that beautiful face, is enough to melt all the ice in the world.

"Idiot, even if you miss him, you can't touch the piano on this cold mountaintop. The woman in white said softly: "If you don't think about yourself, you should always think about the child in your belly, the dumb bloodline?"

"Master, do you say Dumb is he still alive?" Tang Jiao looked at the woman in white pitifully, and asked expectantly.

The woman in white sighed and said, "The sea is vast, and the trails are ethereal... Maybe he's still alive..." )