An inky sprig in the empty white,

It's like the four seasons that are blown away by the wind in the mountains and months.

The jade of the passing years is broken, and half a light is in the scene.

She ripped off the stinger from her body and wrapped it in black veil.

Hidden in the depths of the lotus flower, hidden in the golden well.

But in the end, that delicate rose,

Smiled and withered, but did not lie in the hands of the flower folder,

There is no ink in the empty white,

The tears in his eyes, from the mountains and moons,

It flowed into the bottom of my heart.

"Big... Big sister..."

Qingyun didn't know why there was only a white expanse left around him, and he didn't know why the original enemies had disappeared, and he even preferred to be in the legendary Netherworld now.

Because as he approached with trembling steps, the tall figure became clearer.

Qingyun didn't dare to blink, because he was afraid that he would be the same as last time, and when his eyes were closed, the next moment would be ten years.

Yes, Xiao Luoyi, the figure that makes Qingyun look forward to it day and night, and is looking forward to being able to hug each other again, is as close as a stone's throw away.

His mind couldn't move, his gaze couldn't move, he could only walk mechanically, timidly, tremblingly, towards the figure not far away.

"Eldest sister, is that you?"

Xiao Luo, who had his back to Qingyun, did not look back or make a sound, as if there was only a gently fluttering black veil, as if he was calling Qingyun.

"Big sister, why don't you ignore me?"

He was so shocked that he didn't understand at all, and he didn't want to understand what was going on.

He just found out that every time he called out the word "eldest sister", Xiao Luoyi's figure would tremble slightly.

"Eldest sister, what's wrong with you? Why don't you turn back, eldest sister?"

Finally, Xiao Luo seemed to raise his hand to wipe away his tears, and let the peerless face of the demon allure city be displayed in front of Qingyun in the most perfect posture.

Mingyu is not broken, her lover is still the same, she is still so enchanting but not charming, like a black rose blooming in the sun, but it is a pity that in the end it is still no match for the breeze and rain, and finally the red leaves are mistaken for life.

"Big sister! It's really you! Big sister!"

Unable to suppress the tears in his eyes anymore, Qingyun threw himself into Xiao Luoyi's arms like crazy.

"Big... Sister, I... I really want to... You!"

Qingyun was so choked up that he almost felt suffocated from crying when he had cultivated to the Yuanhua Realm, and buried his head deep in Xiao Luoyi's chest.

The chaotic brain could no longer make Qingyun notice the violent tremor of Xiao Luoyi's body, and rubbed the mixture of snot and tears on her face on her black veil.

Similarly, Xiao Witch's words also carried a different kind of trill, like Qingyun, as if she was trying very hard to suppress the emotions in her heart.

"Don't be afraid, don't cry, don't be sad, the eldest sister is here, the eldest sister is here. ”

Her height was almost the same as Qingyun's, and the warm breath and familiar voice sprayed into Qingyun's ears, not making him stop crying, but howling even more.

So much so that the weeping young man didn't notice that Xiao Luo, who was surrounded by him, had already raised his slender white lotus arm at some point, and on top of the pair of plain hands that had protected him countless times, there was a bright and sharp dagger!

The goal is straight to the back of Qingyun's head!

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, don't be afraid, the eldest sister is here, and the eldest sister will not leave. ”

Her voice became warmer and warmer, and after being appeased over and over again, it finally came to Qingyun to notice that something was wrong.

"The eldest sister has never been so gentle, little brother, isn't it!"

It's a pity that Xiao Luo's speed of his attack seems to be as fast as Qingyun's thoughts, and the sharp tip of the knife is about to cut off his last thoughts.

At the same time.

In a vast hall that could barely hold a thousand people, more than 100 young monks dressed in different costumes were sitting intently listening to the teachings of the leader.

The layout of the hall is simple but not simple, and the dome is made of some magical materials, which can resist the wind and whistle for everyone, and the sunlight can also shine directly into it without obstruction, reflecting the light and grandeur in it.

Although the clothes of these young people are not uniform, they are basically full of strong exotic style, and some are even very primitive and wild.

Don't look at them, they all look like people, but with those colorful hair and eyes, they don't look like people from Kyushu.

However, in addition to the large hall, the layout is somewhat similar to the mundane school in Kyushu, with books, calligraphy and paintings, and classics and scriptures.

After these scriptures are piled up around the hall, they set off this place into a huge pavilion of scriptures, and the rich fragrance of pen and ink is like a lit sandalwood, so that those who enter it will involuntarily calm their minds and concentrate on enlightenment.

As for these more than 100 young people, their cultivation is uneven, but basically the more advanced they are, the higher their cultivation.

Even the few people in the front row who seemed to be meditating with their eyes closed all exuded a faint power of primordial spirit, which was exactly the divine consciousness that only the cultivators of the Condensing Realm possessed!

But don't say it's them, it's just that these hundred or so monks are all combined, compared with the young man on the high platform who is holding his hand on his jaw and has a lazy face, they are just grasshoppers and trees, fireflies and bright moons, and they can never match the slightest glimmer of light thousands of miles away.

The young man sat on a huge stone throne on the stone steps, like an emperor overlooking all living beings, and he looked to be no more than twenty-five or sixteen years old, his long black hair dragging to the ground, more like a human than the monks below.

But judging by his unfathomable aura and his ancient attire, it is impossible for this man to be the same age as he looks.

Its appearance can no longer be described as handsome alone, it is somewhat similar to Qingyun back then, and there is a little bookish atmosphere in the elegance, although the gender can be seen at a glance, but it seems that there are some daughters who are graceful.

He just squinted his eyes as if he was asleep, lazy and noble, making it impossible to look directly.

What is different is that the young man is wearing a five-color robe, which is very ancient and elegant, and it is slightly similar to the dress of the ancient monks of Kyushu.

Beside him stood a beautiful nun who looked about his age, with unbridled red hair, a hot body, and a dress as simple and eye-catching as the monks below.

The mountain breeze blows, and through the dome, you can faintly see scattered towering giant trees falling patches of emerald green leaves, and some birds of all sizes are wandering on it.

But at this moment, the young man who had closed his eyes and looked tired suddenly let out a clear muffled snort for no reason!

And at the moment when he opened his bright starry eyes, the birds on the dome, which were originally very comfortable, didn't even have time to react, and they all turned into invisible powder, which was carried away by the mountain wind and sent into the reincarnation of the huge forest.

"Ancestor!"

The fierce and vast spiritual pressure rushed to the face, and instantly woke up everyone below, and the few people at the front opened the body protection spirit cover at the same time as if they had a soul, and at the same time they desperately protected the juniors behind them.

Fortunately, as the young man's movements went from exhaling to inhaling, the terrifying spiritual pressure returned to him like a hundred rivers returning to the sea, which made everyone scare a layer of cold sweat behind their backs, and even the few Condensing Realm monks at the front were also pardoned.

"Xihe-sama, you..."

The red-haired nun was also shocked by the man's sudden spiritual pressure at first, no, to be precise, she was not shocked, but shocked!

Because she saw with her own eyes that after the other party's breath converged, his face turned pale for a moment!

"Lord Xihe is injured!"

Under the strong pressure of the waves in her heart, she still asked with concern for the first time.

What responded to her was an indifferent smile on the young man's face, and his pale golden pupils were also full of kindness, only to hear him shake his head and smile:

"It's okay, you don't have to look at me with this expression, Yinghong, I just encountered something interesting. ”

Immediately, Xi He flicked the wide sleeves of the five-colored robe, and everyone below couldn't help but stop talking, and there was nothing else on their faces except awe and respect.

"No one was hurt, right?"

"No~"

Everyone replied in unison.

"That's good. ”

Xihe smiled faintly again, and then looked up at the transparent dome for a while, and a trace of guilt flashed in his eyes.

As if he was thinking about something, he seemed to be like the sun in the sky, and his every move touched everyone's heartstrings, and the hall was silent for a while.

"Well, that's all for today's practice. ”

After a short while, Xi He stroked the long hair in front of his forehead and said softly, his movements were indescribably noble.

It's hard to imagine that this young man who looks like he's in his twenties would be one of those people who stood on top of the world, oh no, I should say lift their feet to the top.

"Yes!

Everyone stood up and bowed in unison, clasped their fists and saluted, without exception.

At this time, Xi He's face had already recovered as before, and it could be seen that the woman named Yinghong should have only received some minor injuries, but as soon as everyone's words fell, they saw Xi He's handsome face slightly white, and the blood couldn't help but fade a little.

"Lord Xihe, it's better today..."

As soon as Yinghong was about to say something to stop her, Xihe suddenly opened her mouth, and a brilliant ball of light that also shone with five-colored brilliance erupted from it.

The ball of light was no bigger than an ordinary person's thumb, but the majestic essence and the ancient and powerful spiritual power emanating from it made all the young monks below swallow their saliva.

"Heh, I'd rather hurt the bamboo than the bamboo shoots. ”

Xihe smiled and glanced at Yinghong, whose face was melancholy, her voice was still so loving, but mixed with a hint of exhaustion.

"Long Yuan is precious, but everything is too much, you do what you can. ”

"Yes, thank you for the immeasurable grace of the Ancestor!"

At this time, the young monks were already hungry and thirsty, and they all frantically absorbed the dragon yuan that Xi He said in his mouth, especially the few Condensing Realm monks led below, each of them was even more violent, completely like Dang Xihe was farting.

Only Yinghong beside him only glanced indifferently at the rapidly shrinking five-colored dragon yuan, his eyes were clear and unmoved.

PS: Although I know that no one is watching, I still hope that someone can give some support and encouragement, in any way~