The entrance to the temple was empty.

Xuan Lingzi went down the mountain to relax, and the children in the hall were not there. Tian Fangfang and Mu Jiexiao are still busy cultivating after bringing new disciples, and Liu Yunxin has now moved to Yueqin's palace - most of the women in Yueqin's hall are women, and she occasionally learns some small spells.

Originally, he only felt that his Xiaoyao Hall was deserted, but now, he suddenly found that the Miaokong Palace, which was lively and lively in the past, seemed lonely at some point.

Gu Baiying stayed at the gate of the Miaokong Hall for a while, and finally walked in.

After the hairpin left, he rarely came here.

It's not that I don't want to, I probably don't dare.

It's like Xuan Lingzi wants to make a golden statue of a hairpin in the main hall, but he resolutely refuses. It's because it seems that in this way, you can deny the fact that the hairpin is no longer there, and reject the unacceptable truth.

Mingxiuyuan is still the same. Xuan Lingzi let the child sweep every day, and the peach-colored bedding and gauze tent were still the same as in the past. Even every day, someone came to deliver the tea and snacks that Hairpin Star loved to eat - of course, in order not to waste it, it was eaten by Xuan Lingzi himself in the end.

After the original Ten Thousand Killing Array, Hairpin Star's demon identity was discovered. The angry Lingxin Daoist searched every corner of the Miaokong Palace, inside and outside, and found all the clothes and supplies left by the hairpin, trying to find clues that she had ill intentions towards the Immortal Cultivation Realm. Later, all of them were burned down by a fire.

Now the things in this room are all new, the tables and chairs have been wiped clean, but there is no longer the smell of hairpins. In an instant, it became cold and empty.

Gu Baiying lowered his eyes.

All traces of her existence were gone, her past completely erased, as clean as if there had never been such a person in the world.

The moonlight slipped in through the window and fell on the ground in front of the window, like clear water, swaying a few mottled shadows.

Gu Baiying suddenly remembered the signature he and Hairpin Star had drawn in the hands of the bead seller when he was in Black Rock City, on the day of Qixi Festival.

Affectionate only spring pavilion month, still leaving people to shine on the flowers.

He was angry at the hawker's nonsense, and he didn't even realize the true meaning of the signature.

The bright moon is still there, and a good dream is hard to come true.

Eventually, he left himself.

The wind blew, and the shadows of the trees swayed, and he looked at the persimmon tree outside the window and walked into the yard.

This persimmon tree decayed very quickly in the two years after the Ten Thousand Killing Array. The branches and leaves are gradually withering and yellowing, and they are about to die. Later, after the ruins of the Golden Gate, the flood receded, the spiritual veins flowed again, and the persimmon tree quickly regained its vitality.

The shadows of the trees are dense with foliage, cutting the moonlight into countless clear shadows, falling to the ground, intertwining with human figures.

Hairpin Star's girl likes to sit in the yard and watch this persimmon tree, always chattering about waiting for the persimmon to bear fruit, to make the frosted persimmon that Hairpin Star loves to eat. Later, Red Crisp went to Black Rock City and never came back, and Hairpin Star never ate the fruit of this persimmon tree.

It's a pity after all.

He stood under a tree, and a gust of wind blew from the mountains in the distance, blowing the green shadows of the trees. From the depths of the shade of the tree, a green light suddenly swayed over and landed on the palm of the young man's hand in the wind.

Gu Baiying was stunned.

This is a green paper crane, a little rough folded, with wings up and down, but it is very agile. He subconsciously looked up and saw a small black hole peeking out of the trunk of an extraordinarily dense cluster of trees in the high ground.

It was originally a tree hole.

The tree hole was very tightly shaded by the shade of the trees, probably because the wind was too strong just now, and the mouth of the tree hole was blown away, and a paper crane flew out of it.

The crane flew out of a tree hole.

Gu Baiying stared slightly.

On the mountain, there are transmission notes made of paper cranes, which can help spread the word. But the glowing green paper crane didn't seem to be a transmission note, it stopped in his palm, like a perched firefly.

There seem to be words on the wings of the paper crane.

He paused, guessed something, and reached out to open the crane.

The green paper crane turned into a boxy note with words written on it.

"On the eighth day of October, I moved to Mingxiu Courtyard today, the food is not bad, and the bed in the sect is really soft."

Gu Baiying was stunned.

The handwriting on this paper crane is really not good-looking, it is very familiar at a glance, it is the handwriting of the hairpin.

Xuan Lingzi is satisfied with everything about the hairpin, but there is only one regret, that is, the handwriting of the hairpins is not as beautiful as her drawing. It's not ugly, it's just that her posture of lifting the pen is always very jerky, as if she has never written in the past few years. Xuan Lingzi has a good face, and always wants the hairpin star to practice the words better, and often finds a handbook for her, but the hairpin never uses it.

She doesn't like to write very much, but after she left, she couldn't find any traces of her in Mingxiu Courtyard.

Now, Gu Baiying is here, in this hidden tree hole, glimpsing the mood recorded by the paper crane.

The silver spear in his hand was like a silver wind, sweeping through the hole in the tree in the shadow.

Paper cranes staggered and flew down.

"October 15, today Senior Brother Hetian compared, the Qianyang axe cut a crack in my stick, don't break it."

"October 20, today I was taught a lesson by Uncle Yueqin, she is so fierce."

"Brother Pastor actually gave Senior Sister Meng a box of ugly rouge, Senior Sister Meng was not angry, Senior Sister Meng is really broad-minded."

"Mimi has gained three dollars in the past few days, which is terrible."

"Mendong's lotus bun is so good-looking, I want to learn, I don't know who tied it for him, Uncle Moonlight?"

"Cultivation is really hard, I don't want to learn anymore."

"Cultivating immortals is really interesting, I have to practice for two more hours tomorrow."

"This month, the spirit stones have been spent in advance. When will I become rich? ”

"The scar on my face is not healed yet, and the fourth uncle seems to be lying to me."

"Today, I read the book "The Great Duzhou People" in the library pavilion, and I was very touched, and I want to travel all over the capital one day, but I don't know if there is such an opportunity."

"The food has been good lately, but I hope I don't make shallots noodles in the canteen tomorrow, I really don't like it."

He also saw himself.

"Senior Brother Tian said that the gray gauze robe in the sect is not very good-looking, or the white robe on the seventh senior uncle is more beautiful, is there a possibility that Gu Baiying himself is good-looking?"

He couldn't help but smile a little as he looked at the line.

Countless green paper cranes landed beside him, and the bright and moving luminous light swayed around him, frolicking, noisy, and slowly repeating the past.

Gu Baiying seemed to see the hairpin sitting in front of the window, seriously writing down the mood of the day after day, folding it into a paper crane, carefully placing it in the hole of the tree, and sealing the secret.

Her eyebrows were bright, she laughed and scolded without scruples, one moment complaining about the hardships of cultivation, and the next moment vowing to work hard. She records a flower blooming and gets angry at an unpalatable meal. She looked at everyone and put them down.

It's like writing a book that no one reads.

A paper crane landed in front of him from afar, carrying a beam of cold moonlight, looking at him tenderly.

This paper crane is different from other paper cranes, and the tips of the paper cranes are dotted with a trace of ink. It was as if the owner of the writing was absent-minded, and the pen was not clenched, leaving an abrupt ink on the paper.

Gu Baiying took the paper crane apart.

This paper crane wrote so much that it almost filled the note, and the woman's handwriting floated in front of her eyes.

"There is rain today, and after it clears, there is a rainbow in front of the rainbow platform."

"In front of the rainbow platform, I met Nie Tongxiu, a disciple of the Yinfeng Sect who came to the sect to discuss the matter of demons, this person is a little familiar, and asked me what color flowers I like, so I can pick them and give them to me."

Next, there are traces of ink being smeared, as if someone was distraught, writing down a line and erasing it haphazardly. After thinking about it a few times, I finally put it to paper.

The young man's gaze fell on the bottom line, and his expression was suddenly stunned.

Countless moving shimmers froze.

"Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, alas, my favorite...... It's white. ”

"Brother Shen!"

"Hmm!"

Shen Changqing walked on the road, and when he met someone he knew well, he would say hello to each other or nod his head.

But it doesn't matter who it is.

There was no superfluous expression on everyone's face, as if they were very indifferent to everything.

on this.

Shen Changqing is used to it.

Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, it is an institution that maintains the stability of Great Qin, and its main responsibility is to kill demons and monsters, and of course there are some other side jobs.

Arguably.

In the Demon Suppression Division, everyone has a lot of blood on their hands.

When a person is accustomed to seeing life and death, then he will become indifferent to many things.

When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but over time he got used to it.

The Demon Suppression Division is huge.

The people who can stay in the Demon Suppression Division are all powerful masters, or people who have the potential to become masters.

Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.

Among them, the Demon Suppression Division is divided into two professions, one is the town guard and the other is the demon exterminator.

Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Division starts with the lowest level of demon slayer.

Then step by step, he is expected to become a town guard.

Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level of the demon slayer envoys.

Have memories of the predecessor.

He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.

It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of an attic.

Unlike other places full of slaughter, the attic here seems to stand out from the crowd, and in the bloody Demon Suppression Division, it presents a different tranquility.

At this time, the attic door is open, and there are occasional people entering and exiting.

Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment, and then stepped in.

Access to the attic.

The environment has changed in vain.

A burst of ink fragrance mixed with the faint smell of blood came to his face, making his brow furrow instinctively, but quickly stretched.

The smell of blood on everyone's body in the Demon Suppression Division is almost impossible to clean.