Ten years later. ()

Everything withers and restarts, and the world is cool several times.

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On the mountainside of Siming Peak, Xue Yan was shocked to carry a hoe and a basket of flowers and soil back to his small courtyard. At this time, it was spring, and she was going to plant the peach, plum and apricot blossoms in the yard in front of the house.

The donkey lazily lay in the yard basking in the sun, the sand python on the side has grown to two feet long, it always sleeps coiled up when it was a child, but it is much more lively when it grows up a little, wandering around the yard to spread joy, Xue Yan is wondering if he can let it be used as an earthworm to help her loosen the soil.

When the saplings were finally planted properly in the ground, Xue Yan looked left and right in surprise, patted the dust on his hands with satisfaction, watered the flowers and trees in the courtyard one by one, and then sat down on the rocking chair under the eaves.

The original hut has been built into a pavilion by her, with two floors high and a carved and painted building. Occasionally, she would lie on the roof, watching the clouds fly and the sky full of stars.

The yard has also expanded a lot, she also dug a small pool, raised some lotus flowers in it, enjoyed hibiscus in summer, ate lotus seeds in autumn, and spent spiritual stones for expansion were all given by the Hongluan Holy Maiden ten years ago.

I still remember that autumn day, the holy woman was also happy and angry, and it seemed that she wanted to simply drop a bag of spirit stones on Xue Yan's face, but in the end she carefully stuffed the money bag into her hand.

500,000 high-grade spirit stones were enough for her to spend for a long, long time, but the saint still chased after her uneasily, stopped her and shouted: "If it's not enough, come to me again." ”

Xue Yanjing waved goodbye to her seriously: "Okay." ”

But the saint seemed to have guessed something: "I'll never see you again, will I?" ”

"Let's meet again," Xue Yan smiled in surprise, "Maybe, you...... You can also see Xue Yanjing. ”

But you'll never see the One Demon Venerable again.

Guiyi is gone, and from now on she will only be Xue Yanjing.

The closed disciple of the head of Xuantian Sect, a famous and decent disciple, there are not too many complicated things in her life, there is no power struggle, there is no golden iron horse, there is no white bones like hemp, there is no heavy burden and distorted darkness.

She is just her, waking up to the bright moon, drunk and refreshing, the flowers are also in the cup, and the moon is also in the cup.

In spring, I see the swallows returning, and the apricot blossoms are cold; In summer, the plum leaves sour, and a song pours wine lotus; In autumn, the clouds are harvested on the moon, and half of the jade hooks are hung with bead curtains; In winter, the warm wine sits alone, and the frost and snow are cold.

She has rarely remembered ten years ago lately.

Back then, not long after Guiyi's funeral, Ye Yingge visited the cultivation world and made a peace covenant with the various sects, Xue Yan was shocked in the crowd, looking up at the white-clothed and silver-armored female general, and cheering with the disciples around him.

Since then, she has worked hard to cultivate, listened attentively, and occasionally went out to take on some tasks to kill demons. She is now at the peak of the Yuan Infant, and she is still expected to impact the gods, and the elders of the sect are happy that she is a good seedling, and no one mentions the old things between her and the Demon Venerable.

What is the Lord of the First Realm, what is the Demon Clan's Double Wall, what Ye Yingge Li Changting is and what the world is going on, they are all too far away from her.

Occasionally, when I go out to fight monsters, I will hear some news, such as the people of the demon world living a stable and prosperous life; For example, the demons and the cultivation world communicate with each other, what they have created together, and what they have resisted together; For example, the diehards who didn't trust Ye Yingge at the beginning, just like the Huangfu Elder of the Xianxia Sect, finally relented and joined the alliance with the Demon Realm to fight against the ghost clan.

Xue Yan was shocked to taste a lot

() The strange food that has been passed down from the Demon Realm, and the letters on the bounty list full of tasks in the sect have gradually decreased.

The storyteller in the mortal world doesn't tell the stories of the old days very much, after all, there have been many rookies in the past ten years, and I don't know how many wonderful and proud things have been written in the two worlds. Xue Yan was shocked to hear this, and occasionally couldn't help but applaud.

The cemetery became a sight for monks visiting the Demon Realm to take a look at from afar. I heard that it was built on a large scale and was very spectacular, but Xue Yanjing had not seen it with his own eyes.

It is said that the epitaph of Guiyi has been tampered with several times, and it was originally a very formal discourse, written by the writers of the two worlds of demons and cultivators, and I heard that there was a quarrel between them, and the writers of the history of the demon world wanted to end with a sentence "The great river flows eastward, and the eternal self-retention" ends, but the monk disagreed, and finally the two parties played their own roles, leaving a large section of the sprinkled with joy, writing about his exploits in dominating the demon world, and also writing about his notoriety of murder; Later, it was smoothed out by someone and changed to a sentence "The sin is in the present, and the merit is in the future"; Later, someone inscribed the sentence "You can rest today".

In the end, Ye Yingge smoothed out all the handwriting and sent people to guard it day and night, and the epitaph was blank.

I heard that she also sighed, "It's okay, no one in the world has the right to evaluate his life, so it's better to leave it to a hundred years and a thousand years later." ”

In the past ten years, the only remaining question about Guiyi's death in the world is probably where the Dragon Slaying Golden Sword is located, but no one dares to ask Ye Yingge. Everyone could only comfort each other, "The peerless divine soldiers will not fall into the hands of ordinary people such as me after all", and then dispersed one after another.

In the small courtyard, Xue Yan stretched his waist in surprise, picked up the warm teapot on the small stove on the side, and poured himself a cup of tea.

I don't know how long the years are in the mountains, and ten years have passed unconsciously.

Outside the open courtyard gate, a baby elephant ran by, holding a branch in its mouth, and the birds in the tree were haunting it

Noisy, fly down the treetops to peck at its ears.

The baby elephant was brought back by Xue Yanjing during the last mission, and when it was injured, she brought it back to the spirit donkey to raise for a while, preparing to release it back into the mountains after its injury healed and could live alone.

The bird is a pet raised by the donkey itself, and Xue Yanjing doesn't know what breed it is, in short, it is harmless to her, so she lets it fly over her head every day, chirp, and hatch eggs.

There is also a nest of swallows built a nest under her eaves, autumn goes to spring, Xue Yanjing let them come and go, but the donkey is very worried about this group of mortal birds, always looking at the swallow cubs in the nest worriedly, worried that the swallow couple caught back the insects are not enough to feed the cubs to eat, so occasionally use hooves to dig out a few insects from the ground, pile them in front of Xue Yanjing, and signal her to feed.

Xue Yan shook the rocking chair in shock, holding a tea cup in his left hand and a scroll in his right hand, very leisurely.

Her memory still hasn't been restored, but she doesn't have any obsession to recover.

She would occasionally go to see the Ninth Senior Brother in the ice coffin, he died in the Demon Realm, and she had been a Demon Venerable, thinking that his revenge had already been avenged.

Shen Cangliu had already become a relative, and at that time, Xue Yanjing happened to take a junior disciple of Xuantian Sect to chase the traces of a peach demon, passing by the city where Pingsha Luoyanlou was located, and looking at the sky, he saw the sunset, and the lights of the city were full of red yarn. She only thought that this scene was very beautiful, smiled slightly, and continued to chase the demon.

However, the junior brother was quite touched: "That is another life that Senior Sister Xue can have." ”

"Then I can

It's a lot. Xue Yan laughed in surprise, and suddenly felt that life was really wonderful, and every fork in the road could lead to a completely different life, some of which she could choose, and some of which she couldn't.

"I wonder what kind of life would be better?"

"There's no difference between good and bad, it's just a matter of choosing what you want." The junior brother asked Shen Cangliu, but she didn't necessarily answer.

The junior brother nodded ignorantly: "By the way, Senior Sister Xue, thank you for taking me out this time, you are not our Second Peerless Peak disciple, and you have no obligation to take me to practice." ”

Xue Yan sighed in surprise: "Actually, your senior brother thought you were too stupid and didn't want to take you personally, so he stuffed me with a lot of spirit stones and entrusted you to me." ”

“……”

In the past ten years, there have been many rising stars in the Xiuzhen world, more than the previous hundred years combined, some people can't help but sigh, feeling that the Xiuzhen world has ushered in the heyday of the Spring and Autumn Period, but there are also clear-eyed people who smile and don't speak, not that there are few rookies in the first hundred years, but the Guiyi Demon Venerable was born, which can't help but make others a little more ordinary.

Xue Yan also occasionally met several of these rookies when she was scared of the demons, some were a little more humble, some were arrogant, and she didn't feel offended when she met the latter, and they all laughed at them. A capable young man, it seems normal to be arrogant.

What has not changed in the past ten years is that Chixiao Palace is still looking for the reincarnation of their phoenix goddess, and divination that there will be disasters in the coming days, and only the goddess can resist disasters and save the world. However, they were already on the verge of becoming the laughing stock of the cultivation world, and no one took these words to heart.

After reading an alchemy book, Xue Yanjing put down the scroll and patted the spirit donkey's head, and the donkey arched twice in her palm very cooperatively.

A while ago, someone in the cultivation world created a new spirit plant, shaped like a pitcher plant, which can be used to eat dreams, and if the nightmare sufferer puts it next to the bed, it will devour the nightmare and make people sleep soundly all night.

This thing has been widely acclaimed, but there have been children in the mortal world who have reacted with tears and weeping, and this kind of dream-eating grass will swallow even the dream of finding a latrine, which has led to some unpleasant consequences.

Xue Yanjing also curiously bought a pot of dream-eating grass and came back, but she ate well and slept soundly, and it was quite interesting to have some ups and downs dreams occasionally, so she really didn't need this thing, so she gave it to the spirit donkey.

The donkey liked it very much, and whenever he felt sleepy, he dragged his hooves to the vicinity of the flower pot and lay down to sleep.

Fang Yuan explored the Dream Eating Grass for a long time with a very inquiring spirit, and finally found that it was just an ordinary Tranquilizing Spirit Grass, which could make people sleep peacefully and have no worries about dreams. It was bred in the shape of a pitcher plant, just to make up a dream-eating gimmick.

After reading the scroll, Xue Yanjing practiced the sword in the courtyard for a while, in the past ten years, she had been using this Ling Qingqiu, and she had rarely summoned the dragon slayer.

She didn't see Ye Yingge, Hongluan Saintess and others again, and the funeral of Guiyi was the end of an era in the Second Realm, and it was the end of a life for her.

She also learned a little piano skills, and occasionally went out to pretend to be a music repairer, and sometimes plucked the strings a few times in the small courtyard, accompanied by morning dew and pink, spring peach blossoms.

Xue Yan put away his sword in shock, stretched his waist, and saw that the hour was almost up, so he was about to go to the courtyard of the sixth senior brother to eat.

"Little junior sister!" Fang Yuan was very close to her, and as soon as she had this idea, she heard him call from the height of Siming Peak, "I'm going to make sweet and sour fish, help me go to the cold pool and catch two fish back!" ”

"Good!" Xue Yan responded in shock, walked to the side of the mountain, jumped over, and landed on the boat with a light tiptoe when he fell to the bottom.

She used the pole to the shore a little, and sailed towards the center of the cold pool.

Since then, the world has been empty, and the country is not free.!

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