The night fell silent.

Between the four peaks, there are still cultivators who are busy going back and forth among the peaks.

The shattered mountain protection array must be repaired as soon as possible, otherwise it will be difficult to retain the aura.

The broken peach curtain has also begun to be reorganized, but the Spirit Silk Garden has been destroyed, resulting in a slow process.

The sunken and crumbling Huanpu Mountain has become a huge mound, from which everyone is looking for the relics in the temple and storing and arranging them in the same way.

These things have been going on day and night, and in the space of a month, the originally dilapidated Four Peaks have been revitalized.

And the peaks, which were not often in and out of the country, have also begun to communicate closely after the disaster.

The cold prisons of each peak were also amnesty, and many demon beasts and sinners were released to help rebuild the sect together and make meritorious contributions.

Ning Xiaoling sat on the cliff, her calves swaying slightly with the night breeze, she lost a lot of weight, she was wearing a white skirt at the moment, with a slender yellow flower pinned to her sleeves, and her eyebrows were more delicate because of her thinness.

She leaned against a snow cherry tree, tilted her head slightly, looking at the lights lit up between the mountain peaks, looking at the sword qi that pierced the night, and looking at everything that was gradually rising.

Now the cherry blossoms have long since withered away, and the lush leaves hang in the wind, occasionally falling a few and passing by her side.

She was obviously only fourteen years old, and her original delicate appearance had changed rapidly in a month, and she already had the prototype of a cold female sword fairy.

The sound of footsteps came softly from behind him.

Le Rou cautiously walked to the edge of the cliff, sat down beside her, and then turned her head sideways, looking at Ning Xiaoling's expressionless face.

Although Ning Xiaoling has been expressionless, she has never been able to hide her sadness.

Le Rou looked at her and felt that she was like a pool of spring water frozen by a night of cold wind, and only that young man could melt the ice and snow in her heart.

These days, Le Rou often comes to her and talks to her.

Ning Xiaoling just lowered her head and listened to Le Rou silently, nodding or shaking her head from time to time to make some simple responses.

"Your senior brother is such a good person, we used to misunderstand him so much, now that I think about it, it's really embarrassing and ridiculous......"

"I remember the first day you came, but I didn't really like you at the time......"

"Hey, aren't you and your brother really brothers and sisters? ”

“......”

The wind blows Pingye, the stars hang down the peaks and valleys, and the two girls sit on the edge of the cliff, their voices as thin as the wind.

The cry of the Heavenly Cave Peak when the wind passes through the cave is always moving.

"Lerou, you don't have to tell me this. Ning Xiaoling suddenly turned her head sideways, looked at her very seriously, and said word by word: "Thank you for taking care of her during this time." ”

"I ...... Because I'm a senior sister. Le Rou looked at Ning Xiaoling's face, and in the light of her eyes, there was an illusion that she was looking at her master, and her heartbeat accelerated slightly.

After Ning Xiaoling finished saying that, she continued to lower her head, looking at the lights and busy figures wandering between the four peaks.

"Actually......" Le Rou hesitated for a long time, and finally spoke carefully, she talked about some of the things before, those things that she tricked Ning Changjiu and didn't succeed but got into trouble.

Le Rou counted them one by one, with a lot of apologies in her words.

Ning Xiaoling also seemed to recall something, and the smile on her face was fleeting, "Of course you can't fight him, senior brother...... It's amazing. ”

Le Rou nodded vigorously and comforted: "Well, he is so powerful, he will definitely come back." ”

"Really......" Ning Xiaoling seemed to ask herself.

Le Rou affirmed: "I want to have such a lovely junior sister, I am reluctant to leave." Ning Xiaoling's calves swayed slightly, she looked at the little girl beside her who had been trying to make her happy, squeezed out a faint smile, and said, "Am I not your junior sister......

"Senior sister......" Le Rou heard this, and her heart suddenly tightened a little.

Ning Xiaoling didn't say anything more, she got up from the cliff in silence and walked towards the inner peak.

Le Rou turned around and looked, wanting to speak and stopping, in the sultry summer night, the starlight on Ning Xiaoling's skirt dimmed little by little.

She walked through the wooden ladder of the inner peak, touched the key on her waist, hesitated slightly at the corner of the stairs, and then walked towards her brother's room.

Now Ning Changjiu's house key is guarded by her.

Ning Xiaoling walked into the room as usual, spread out the quilt and folded it, dusted off the ground and windowsill, and the books on the table were also meticulously placed by her, every corner was neatly aligned, after doing this, she would sit like a student and a senior brother, leaning on the back of the chair, picking up a book and reading it.

In the past, when Ning Chang taught her to read, the rolling paper was still kept, and there were different notes on it, Ning Xiaoling looked at these, and only felt that compared with her senior brother's handwriting, her own words were like seeing the little gray duck of the Vermilion Bird God.

She can watch for a long time every time.

Ning Xiaoling also knows that some things can be kept, but some things can never be kept.

In the middle of the night, she left Ning Changjiu's house and returned to her room.

Han Xiaosu in the porcelain vase was meditating and practicing with the help of the moonlight, and when she saw Ning Xiaoling coming in, she took the initiative to stop her practice and burrow into the porcelain vase.

Han Xiaosu was born afraid of this world, and her only benefactor left, and now this little hostess is cold all day long, she is afraid of being disgusted and swept away.

Ning Xiaoling suddenly spoke: "You can practice by yourself, don't worry about me." ”

Han Xiaosu was slightly shocked, the Moon Spirit Essence was also a great temptation for her, but she hesitated for a while, and still said softly: "No, I'm tired today......"

Ning Xiaoling didn't say anything, she seemed to be a little cold, slowly got into the quilt, and then turned her head sideways and watched Han Xiaosu disappear into the porcelain vase little by little.

At this moment, Han Xiaosu couldn't imagine Ning Xiaoling's fleeting thoughts at this moment.

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......

Zhang has never been to such a place.

He didn't know how this weapon Dapeng came here, but the first time he looked up, he was stunned.

The picture in front of him is actually not unfamiliar to him.

It's like a boring picture of a plane, the whole plane is black and white, and each line is in the distance, showing a point in the field of vision, but with the approach of the weapon Dapeng, the point slowly extends into a line, and after getting closer, it changes from a line to a three-dimensional surface.

They are obviously flying upwards, but at some point, the perception conveyed by the senses is falling.

With their arrival, the whole world stretched, and the lines elongated at high speed like geometric multiples, stopping after touching.

The weapon Dapeng fell smoothly into what seemed to be a picture scroll.

Zhang Qiyu walked down cautiously, he raised his head, and found that as his gaze moved up, those black and white worlds began to attach colors.

Those colors are not monolithic, but extremely layered, almost indistinguishable from the real thing.

After looking around for a week, Zhang Qiyu found that this place looked like an ordinary mountain, separated by the stele pavilion in front of him, and the sea of clouds behind him, everything seemed so real.

Zhang Kaiyu was originally a sub-god who held part of the spatial authority, and after arriving here, he actually gave birth to a feeling of being a little insignificant, the previous means seemed ordinary, but in the eyes of a person like him who "knew how to do it", it was a breathtaking divine power.

"That row of white houses, is its style modeled after the style of the ancient witch clan thousands of years ago?" Zhang Qiyu pointed to the building that was almost embedded in the rock wall halfway up the mountain in the distance, recalling some past events.

The girl surnamed Si said, "That's just the white in your eyes." ”

"What do you mean?" Zhang Qiyu was puzzled.

The girl surnamed Si said: "Here, everyone sees the world differently, and it is really fixed, only the dots and lines you saw at the beginning, and everything else is just your subjective filling." ”

Zhang Kaiyu frowned, carefully examining everything around him, he tried to see the world in a different way, but he found that no matter how he deceived himself, the world in his eyes would not change much.

The Dapeng bird disintegrated, eighteen weapons flew out, brushed back into the box, the sword was sheathed, and the petite but tall girl climbed the stairs.

Zhang Kaiyu cautiously followed.

The world was obviously so peaceful, but it gave him a real sense of danger, he didn't even dare to look up at the end of the mountain road, he vaguely felt that there seemed to be the throne of the ancient gods hidden there.

"Here it is...... Kingdom of God?" Zhang Qiyu lowered his voice and asked.

The girl surnamed Si shook her head and said, "It's not impressive here. ”

"Unimpressive?"

"Hmm. The girl nodded, didn't explain more, just said: "I'm ranked fourth in the view, so my surname is Si, I still have three senior brothers and sisters and two junior brothers, and you can go and meet when the time comes." ”

Zhang Qiyu pondered these three words carefully, and followed the girl surnamed Si towards the high mountain covered by clouds and mist.

He thought in his heart, since this is not the Kingdom of God, that Jie should be much lower, but what kind of sect in this world can allow a disciple to defeat a fierce god who is about to enter the Five Realms with just a few moves?

Still is...... Just this girl is talented?

He pondered for a moment and asked, "In your view, how are the other disciples compared to the girl?"

Although the girl surnamed Si looked cold, she did not hesitate to answer these irrelevant questions, she thought about it and replied seriously: "I haven't fought with the third senior brother, but the second senior brother only needs one move to beat me, and the senior sister is better than me......"

"Senior sister's attack is neither light nor heavy, I don't dare to provoke her. The fourth senior sister shook her head slightly, recalling the painful years when the senior sister taught her weapon moves, and then she finally learned a little bit of the senior sister's fur in everything, and then she traveled down the mountain with a sword and a sword, originally lacking confidence, but soon, she was surprised to find that she could stand alone in the world.

After Zhang Qiyu casually asked a few more questions about the unobservable, he finally couldn't help but speak: "By the way, may I ask the immortal master, the legend of the headless god in the middle of the Southern Wilderness ......"

The fourth senior sister glanced at him coldly, and all of Zhang Qiyu's words froze between her lips.

"This is a forbidden place marked by the Master himself, and none of us are allowed to set foot in it. The fourth senior sister said coldly: "The only thing I can tell you is that those who have fallen into the abyss, except for the high god lord, the rest are dead and lifeless. ”

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......

In the middle of the Southern Wilderness, the bottom of the abyss.

Time seemed to stop flowing, and even a cloud of dust fell very slowly.

There was a boy in white lying on the ground.

There was no obvious injury on the young man's body, his eyes were closed, and his calm face did not know whether he was alive or dead.

It took him a long time to fall to the ground, and then he fell into a longer slumber.

After a long time, the boy's fingers moved.

The process of his finger movements took a full hour on the outside time scale, and it was as long as the bloom of a flower bud.