Black and white impermanence turned his head to look at Leng Yue's soul, and let out a helpless sigh, after which they said to Murong Jiu: "Murong Jiu, have you ever heard of the down-and-out scholars on Jiuhua Mountain?"

Murong Jiu shook his head and didn't know that he had never heard of this person in his impression, but when Leng Yue heard this name, his soul trembled suddenly.

"Three thousand years ago, there lived a down-and-out scholar on Jiuhua Mountain in the ancient kingdom of China. At the top of Jiuhua Mountain, he performed the miracle of heaven and earth - the art of endless life, and cultivated a wonderful plant of heaven and earth - fairy jade snow lotus ......" black and white impermanence slowly tells those legends.

Murong Jiu was not moved, there are thousands of gods and people in the Chinese world, and the miraculous skills are even more incomprehensible, even if it is the immortal magic of life and death, flesh and bones, it is not so extraordinary and fantastic in this vast cultivation world.

Murong Jiu was not moved, but in Leng Yue's black and white impermanence narration, she fell into a certain kind of thought.

"Fengqin rhythm, down-and-out scholars conceive snow lotus with the sound of the fairy guqin...... One day, after absorbing the huge essence of heaven and earth, this snow lotus transformed into a human body and took the name Xue'er. The down-and-out scholar and Xue'er are in love with each other, staying on the top of Jiuhua Mountain all day long, playing the piano and dressing...... But three years later, several mysterious figures appeared on the top of Jiuhua Mountain and killed the down-and-out scholars. The down-and-out scholars were outnumbered and hit hard, and even more so that Xue'er died. The frenzied scholar desperately casts a forbidden spell to defeat the mysterious figure, and Cher is saddened by her death. He broke the guqin by himself, and buried the broken qin and Xue'er's body on the top of Jiuhua Mountain, and then he left Jiuhua Mountain......"

Break the guqin and bury your lover...... Murong Jiu's eyes were misty, and he could personally feel the grief and pain of the down-and-out scholar three thousand years ago, and he buried his lover with his own hands. In a trance, a pair of sad eyes appeared in Murong Jiu's spiritual space, and there was a downcast figure.

There are lovers who can't stay together as dependents, and life and death are separated, which is undoubtedly the cruelest sorrow in the world!

"Immortal Jade Snow Lotus and Fengqin were buried together. Under the cycle and cycle of heaven and earth's destiny. Three thousand years later, on the top of Jiuhua Mountain, a snow lotus bloomed. However, at the same time. In a place in the Far North Ice Sheet. A piece of ice jade spirit suddenly awakened the life spirit. ”

Black and white impermanence comes to this. They turned their heads to look at Leng Yue, whose body was trembling...... A snow lotus, a piece of ice jade essence, such two treasures of heaven and earth. Under the traction of the heaven and earth atmospheric machine, there is a resonance in some souls.

Murong Jiu's mind jumped suddenly, he regained his composure, his mental thinking was extremely clear, and from his black and white impermanence look, he could conclude that Leng Yue was the cold ice jade essence of the self-generated life spirit...... His mind was spinning rapidly, his thoughts were spinning, and he even vaguely guessed that the black and white impermanence had said so much, which was nothing more than clarifying: the cold moon had a relationship with that immortal jade lotus, or rather, the cold moon had a connection with Xue'er three thousand years ago across time and space!

"Murong Jiu, what the two seniors said is right, my original body is that piece of ice jade essence, fifteen years ago I entered Jiuhua Mountain, and with the help of the fairy of Jiuhua Mountain, I fused that snow lotus. Leng Yue said.

Murong Jiu stared at Leng Yue's eyes, in his spiritual thinking, he did not discriminate against cultivators who were "original bodies and not human bodies", in the vast cultivation world, there were thousands of lives, and each person's original body might be different, but they had the same path, and all the cultivators participated in were the supreme avenue of jumping out of heaven and earth and controlling their own destiny.

Leng Yue fused with the Snow Lotus, which in Murong Jiu's view, the heavens and the earth were vast, and she resonated with the Immortal Jade Snow Lotus, which was a rare opportunity - natural selection, the cycle of heaven, today is not the three thousand years ago, Xue'er will eventually be the legend of the past, but death is also the death of all extinction.

"What this girl said is that the down-and-out scholar three thousand years ago, the immortal jade he took away belonged to the same as that piece of cold ice jade essence, and it was only with the conception of the down-and-out scholar that the immortal jade could awaken the spiritual wisdom three thousand years in advance. However, the texture of the fairy jade is peculiar, and after Xue'er died in that catastrophe, her soul did not collapse, but was imprisoned in the fairy jade. Three thousand years later, the snowdrop blooms again...... Merging with this girl should also have Cher's unfinished soul. The eerie grimace of the black and white impermanence did not contain any human emotion, and they glanced at Leng Yue again, and spat out rather ruthlessly.

Murong Jiu's eyebrows jumped, could it be that the cold moon in front of him still had traces of Xue'er three thousand years ago? He didn't dare to speculate, perhaps the selfishness of human feelings made it difficult for him to accept the uncleanness of Leng Yue's soul for a while.

"Exactly, Cher's soul is not gone, when she fused that snow lotus, her soul also merged with me, at this moment I am Leng Yue, and it is also Xue'er three thousand years ago. Leng Yue saw Murong Jiu's surprised expression, she suddenly felt a stinging pain in her soul, she suppressed the turmoil of her soul, and looked at Murong Jiu's eyes, she didn't show any uneasy panic, and said with a rather indifferent expression.

"You ......"

Murong Jiu's spiritual space was like thunder, and there was still Xue'er's memory in the soul of the cold moon at this time...... The long-term affection of three thousand years ago transcended the barrier of time and space, and he actually fell in love with me Murong Jiu?

For a while, his heart was tasteless, and he didn't know what to think of Xue'er, after all, the down-and-out scholar three thousand years ago had broken the piano and buried her bones in grief...... No wonder the two pairs of ghosts in black and white impermanence looked at the cold moon radiating a strange light, which was clearly full of helplessness.

Murong Jiu's stunned eyes made Leng Yue's eyes feel a little more lonely, today is a continuation of three thousand years ago, she didn't know how to tell Murong Jiu - the fate of heaven and earth, the fantasy of life, she also felt deeply surprised and dazed.

There was already some embarrassment in the speechlessness, black and white impermanence glanced at Murong Jiu and Leng Yue, and after they let out a sigh of "evil fate", they continued to speak: "Murong Jiu, we stopped you from casting spells, these are not the reasons. ”

"What else?" Murong Jiu, who was disturbed by "Xue'er's empathy and farewell", lost his calmness. He quickly put aside his chaotic thoughts, and raised his eyebrows, what, is there still a hidden secret?

"This girl's soul is hand-picked by the King of Qin, Yan Jun, her yang life is over, you can't borrow her corpse to resurrect her soul, renew her life against the sky, and help her come back to life. Black and white impermanence replied.

"Why?"

Murong Jiu's mind was stagnant, I damn it, even King Qin Guang, one of the ten halls of the Netherworld, had to insert a lever, this cold moon. Or what kind of mystery is Cher's soul?

"A down-and-out scholar from 3,000 years ago. Since he used the forbidden spell to repel the mysterious figure, his life has come to an end. His soul was sucked by the power of the rules of the Netherworld, and he entered the Netherworld, but by the bridge of Naihe. He witnessed the grief of the dead. He suddenly went berserk. He once disturbed the peace of hell by virtue of his immortal miracles of heaven and earth—he did not enter reincarnation, he did not seek rebirth. Just to wait for Miss Cher's soul at the Nai He Bridge. Black and white impermanence said.

Don't enter reincarnation, don't seek reincarnation, just wait for the soul of your lover for 3,000 years?

Murong Jiu's heart was shocked, he was really shaken, how many heroes in the world are willing to ignore the cycle of life, willing to give up reincarnation and reborn, willing to wait for three thousand years? Perhaps, only the infatuated are down-and-out scholars.

"Heaven and earth, yin and yang, the passage is now!"

The four ghost hands of black and white impermanence played spells one after another, one white ghost qi and one black ghost qi, and the two ghost qi energy were like two hell dragons, they were staggered and coiled, roaring and galloping into the distance.

The dark night sky, the chaotic space of heaven and earth, and the two black and white ghostly dragons seem to penetrate the space barrier between the ancient kingdom of China and the netherworld hell...... The line of sight crossed the illusory passage of the two realms, and at the end of Murong Jiu and the others' line of sight, there was clearly a clear image of the hell world.

The gloomy canopy, the dim and dim Nai Ho Bridge, and the shadowy souls of the dead...... Everything is filled with lifeless death.

However, in front of the Nai Ho Bridge, there stood a soul, his posture was upright, like a vigorous ancient pine, he did not move for three thousand years, and it was like a ridge across it...... Three thousand years of waiting, his soul is full of traces of time and frost: dust and sand, cobwebs, and even weeds rooting. His life was gone, as if he had lost his life, and he had turned into a stubborn stone, but his eyes were closed and his cheeks were clouded.

Seeing the down-and-out scholar again, black and white impermanence uncontrollably praised him, he was a mysterious hermit hero, his talent was so high that the Ten Palaces Yan Jun also admired him...... This is the fifth time Black and White Impermanence has seen him, but he has no idea what he looks like.

"Brother......

Leng Yue, more appropriately it should be Xue'er, she saw the familiar figure imprinted on her soul, and her entire soul was extremely disordered...... He does not enter reincarnation, does not seek reincarnation, only waits for three thousand years, such a touching affection of heaven and earth, so that she has a flattered gratitude, her sad face, tearless sobbing and muttering about the once unforgettable lover.

A wave of wind blew by...... In the hell world, the soul body in front of the bridge, the down-and-out scholar who had been silent for three thousand years, seemed to have a soul in his heart, and after Xue'er's murmur, he suddenly opened his eyes, and the clouds that covered his cheeks surged, and his eyes were like a star.

Boom, boom, boom...... Murong Jiu's heart and soul were violently turbulent, his face turned pale, his heart was suffocated like a hammer, and his widening eyes showed deep surprise and horror.

Black and white impermanence can't see through the clouds on the cheeks of the down-and-out scholar and look at his true face, but Murong Jiu can see through it, the down-and-out scholar has sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and his appearance is the same as Murong Jiu.

Past life and present life - the down-and-out scholar turned out to be the body of Murong's previous life nine or three thousand years ago!

However, it is not as good as a reincarnated down-and-out scholar, how can he have a reincarnated descendant?

"Murong Jiu, what's the matter?"

Murong Jiu suddenly changed, and he was really surprised by the impermanence of black and white, and in their sight, the down-and-out scholar in front of the bridge just opened his eyes...... Could it be that the down-and-out scholar of the genius of the sky, who does not tolerate sand in his eyes, wants to stare at Murong Jiu, a rival in love?

Murong Jiu shook his head and said nothing, he glanced at the down-and-out scholar with a tall soul, and after slowly calming down the disordered heartbeat, he turned his head to look at Xue'er and said: "Xue'er, reincarnation, this life, I don't know the hidden meaning at all, three thousand years ago was too far away for me, I only live in this life, the love and hatred of the previous life, forgive me Murong Jiu can't be replaced." Today, the down-and-out scholar is waiting in front of the Nai He Bridge, this situation, the gods and ghosts are all moved, you follow the two seniors to the netherworld...... It's just pity for Leng Yue. ”

Ever since the glance at each other, Murong Jiu has been able to conclude that the down-and-out scholar is his previous life three thousand years ago. Whether it is his unparalleled miracles in heaven and earth, he deceived everyone in the world, or he is amazing and brilliant and has laid some unknown conspiracy...... Murong Jiudu has already firmly expressed: once he has a life, this life has long been cut off from the previous life, and his life belongs only to himself!

Today, he was shocked to reveal his past life, Murong Jiu was indeed worried, the down-and-out scholar of Wei'an was too good, and he was worried about whether he would also be fused.

"Murong Jiu, the cold moon is Xue'er, and Xue'er is the cold moon. Three thousand years later, we meet today, this is the creation of heaven and earth, and now my brother is in the netherworld, and I will go from now on...... The wonders of the snow peaks on the top of Jiuhua Mountain, you might as well go and see it. Xue'er looked at Murong Jiu and said.

"Murong Jiu, there will be a period later, farewell. ”

Black and white impermanence has survived for thousands of years, and from the words of Murong Jiu and Xue'er, they can also live to guess a thing or two, but it is none of their business, they wisely did not ask.

After all, the down-and-out scholar is too secretive, his skills are amazing, but his reputation is not earth-shattering, and Murong Jiu is too mysterious, he not only befriends the peerless strange person in the Valley of Immortals and Demons, the magic pen Ma Liang, but also has some kind of destiny...... In such a past life and this life, black and white impermanence does not want to be involved in it.

The cold ghost aura slowly dissipated between heaven and earth, and Xue'er had entered the netherworld with black and white impermanence...... The purgatory-like town was nearly completely destroyed, and scarlet blood was splattered everywhere, a bloody and bloody disaster.

The air was filled with the divine energy, demonic energy, evil energy, and blood qi in the cultivation world, and the gods and demons Murong Jiu and the cultivators who were watching from the sidelines...... It seems that this battle of "demon punishment" is not over yet.

However, Murong Jiu spread his huge blood wings, and he carried Leng Yue's body and retreated from the battlefield first. A long howl echoed in this piece of heaven and earth: "Gu Shilang, Murong Jiu has thanked you, see you again another day......"

In response to Murong Jiu, there was also a clear whistle, the young man who had been standing on the spear all the time, he broke through the air with the spear in his hand - his appearance was not to punish demons, but to help demons.

For a moment, the other onlookers suddenly realized that their voices were sighing, no wonder he stood up straight, daring to feel that he was in the same league as the murderer.

The fierce demon Murong Jiu flapped his wings and flew away, leaving the town in ruins. In the days that followed, cultivators continued to come to watch...... Murong Jiu, who grew blood-colored wings, his fierce reputation spread throughout the entire Arctic Ice Field, and he was restless in the cultivation world. Of course, there are voices of condemnation of "demon", and naturally there are also admirers, after all, Murong Jiu once spread his wings and roared proudly against the ghosts, and he also bravely and fearlessly performed the technique of borrowing corpses to return souls against the sky.

The appearance of the fierce name and prestige, Murong Jiu, undoubtedly brought some uncontrollable hidden dangers to the various forces in the cultivation world of the Extreme North Ice Field.

No matter how restless and unstable the cultivation world was, the focus of his sight, Murong Jiu, had faded out of the cultivator's field of vision, and it was difficult to find a trace. (To be continued......)

PS: ####慕容九即将登上九华山, revealing the down-and-out scholars on Jiuhua Mountain...... Murong Jiu's encounter with the fairy of Jiuhua Mountain also reflects the encounter of the fate of heaven and earth, and the story is full of mysterious oriental colors, please read.