When night falls, the moonlight is like water, and the stars are all over the sky.

Between the mountain streams, there are occasionally a few birdsongs, and there is a trace of coldness in the loneliness.

Shangguan Yingyu stood in mid-air, looking at a lonely grave in the middle of the valley, her eyes darkened.

The tombstone is engraved with the four big characters of 'Zou Shi Forever'.

She looked at it in a daze, only to feel that her eyes were hot.

She and the ghost are both orphans, she has been following the ghost's ass since she was a child, and although the two are not related by blood, they seem to be related by blood.

She even thought of the ghost as her brother at one point.

Although the two of them have a hard time, they also have a lot of good memories.

However, the man gradually became stranger.

When Shangguan Yingyu was fifteen years old, he told her that he wanted to become a strong man and become the most noble person in the world.

Only then, he said, can he protect her and keep them alive happily.

At that time, his demeanor was so religious.

He said that she was his only relative and that no one could be allowed to bully her.

Therefore, he practiced hard and learned martial arts, in order to save expenses, they were very depressed at that time.

But the two are also willing, hoping to help him realize his dream, hoping that he can become the most powerful person in this land!

It's a pity that the reality is cruel, the two of them were deceived into working, exploited and oppressed, and saw the cruel side of this world.

Just when the two of them were about to hold on, they met the nobleman of this life.

Zou Bu, their Master Zou!

Zou Bu was their benefactor and saved them from dire straits.

At the same time, he is also a good guide, teaching them to cultivate and teach them skills.

He was so kind and warm, like an uncle next door who was kind and kind, and lit up her whole world.

It was also from that time that the ghost became more and more reticent and devoted itself to cultivation.

Zou Bu once said to her earnestly:

"Little warbler, to survive well in this world, you can only rely on yourself."

Zou Bu told her that the most unpredictable thing in this world is the human heart.

Ordinary people are just for oil, rice, firewood, salt, and a little profit, while cultivators are for the supreme avenue.

How to control your own destiny depends on your own skills.

Therefore, she also began to cultivate diligently, and never stopped.

Zou Bu has been silently supporting and encouraging her behind her back.

The most profound thing in Shangguan Yingyu's memory is what Zou Bu said to her before he died:

"Xiaoying, your brother is a very ambitious person and very filial."

"You have to take care of him, don't let him be dominated by hatred, if he still obsessively pursues that ethereal realm, in the future, he is destined to live up to your expectations!"

Zou Bu's figure gradually blurred in his mind, and Shangguan Yingyu knelt in front of his tombstone.

This time, she finally cried out and burst into tears.

She reached out and stroked the cold tombstone, her lips trembling, and she couldn't say a word.

"Master, Master......"

It took a long time for her to regain her strength and wipe the tears from her face.

"I'm sorry...... The warbler noticed it too late......"

She choked up and muttered to herself.

"Master! Don't worry, no matter what, the will and inheritance of Tianya Cave will not be destroyed in my hands! ”

Shangguan Yingyu respectfully kowtowed three times, stood up, and walked to the edge of the cliff.

The valley was filled with fog, and there were faint bursts of insects.

She looked up at the full moon.

Suddenly, she smiled, with a little relief in her smile, and a little bit of detachment.

"Senior brother, since you have been lost in power, I will let Xiao Ying help you find yourself!"

Shangguan Yingyu closed her eyes and recited the mantra softly.

Immediately, a pale shade of elemental color slowly gathered, forming a kazama lotus flower on the sole of her feet.

Then she soared into the air, stepping on the breeze and floating on the top of the mountain.

The mountain wind was howling, blowing her clothes and hunting, and her long hair was dancing, but she was so beautiful, like a goddess of the Nine Heavens descending to the earth.

Shangguan Yingyu stood quietly on the top of the mountain, looking into the distance from afar, as if passing through the distance of space, and saw that a group of black-robed people were slowly approaching the vast land below.

"Master, Xiao Ying will definitely defeat everyone and regain everything you have lost!"

Bathed in the moonlight, her eyes burst with a resolute and resolute light, and she swore word by word, as if she was making a promise to herself.

"When I get back, I'll take you home!"

Shangguan Yingyu lowered her head and looked at the silver bracelet on her wrist, and the corners of her eyes and eyebrows contained tenderness.

The bracelet stayed with her for eighty years.

She has been wearing this bracelet since she was a child, and she has long regarded it as her life when she cultivates and lives with her master.

Suddenly, a dark shadow galloped in the distance.

The speed was very fast, and in the blink of an eye, it had broken through the clouds, reached her, and landed steadily in front of the stone tablet.

Shangguan Yingyu looked at it fixedly, and cried out in surprise: "Why are you?!" ”

The black shadow was wrapped in an ink robe, and there was a strong evil aura around it.

His handsome features revealed a hideous killing aura in the darkness, which was terrifying.

But this is not what surprised Shangguan Yingyu.

What really caught her eye was the lifelike phoenix embroidered on his chest.

The phoenix is an ancient symbol, in the ancient royal family, the phoenix is male, the phoenix is female, and it is divided into two kinds.

Feng is the king of the royal family.

The wings of the phoenix are a sign of his dignity.

"Worry-free!" Shangguan Yingyu recognized his identity.

Feng Wuwu looked down at her condescendingly, and a cold smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, "You are really here." ”

Shangguan Yingyu snorted coldly: "The ghost really looks up to me, and actually sent you?" ”

Feng Wuwu hooked his lips and smiled, "The nightingale, who is second only to the pavilion master on weekdays, will also show his feelings, it seems that it is the old guy inside who makes you sluggish!" ”

"Shut your mouth!"

Shangguan Yingyu narrowed her eyes and suddenly pounced on him.

Carefree dodged sideways and tangled with him.

For a moment, the sound of swords clashing kept coming.

Her sword moves, one move is more powerful than the other, and the attack is fierce.

However, worry-free coping with ease and impatience.

Shangguan Yingyu gritted her teeth, and suddenly used all her strength to slap her palm on the chest of Wu Wu!

With a quick flash, he kicked her in the abdomen, knocking her to the ground and spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Shangguan Yingyu covered her stomach and got up, and said disdainfully: "If you let your father know that you are from our Linyuan Pavilion, he will not be angry!" ”

Zhuo Wuwu said indifferently: "If you die, he won't know!" ”

After saying that, he stepped forward and raised his knife to slash at her again.

Scold!!!

Without warning, the light of the knife flickered.

"Knife !!"

Shangguan Yingyu's pupils shrank into pinpoint tips, and her face was shocked.

She seemed to gaze at a living sword light rushing towards Carefree Roar, the wind ruffling her messy hair, her sleeves swaying, and she couldn't move her steps.

Sassy !!

A silver aurora flashed.

The clothes on Zhuo Wuwu's body were lifted by the strong wind and remained motionless.

The wind, stopped.

After realizing it, he looked back with a stiff expression, and the treasure knife in his hand suddenly broke into two sections.

The hilt of the knife fell to the ground and let out a wail.

Looking down at the hem of his torn clothes, he took a deep breath, and an indescribable feeling welled up in his heart.

Is this what death is called!?

"You're so capable...... Dough ......"

Surprised, bitter, helpless, and in mixed moods.

Poof!

The body slammed down, and the splattered dirt kicked up dust.

His eyes were open, as if he was still savoring the knife just now.

There was silence all around, no sound.

I don't know how long it took.

Click-

The sound of crisp footsteps came from far and near.

The steps of the dough cutting are very light, as if they do not get a little dust.

He stooped down to pick up the half-mutilated hilt, carefully examined the lines on it, and then picked up another section.

"The knife is good!"