Diao departed from the wasteland.

Walk through the bloody streets of Kunlun City, hide the grievances and vendettas of the past seventeen years in the bottom of your heart, bury them in the soil, and die with the enemies all over the city.

People are walking alone on the way.

The shadow followed closely behind.

The young man walked forward with cold eyes, looking for the legendary Heaven and Earth Divine Courtyard alone.

At the same time, in some parts of this continent, there are several figures who also set off in the night, with their own purpose and mood, advancing in the cold wind:

The Taoist saint inherits the river.

The ninth son of the Buddha's holy heir.

The descendant of the Sword Saint is a hundred miles off the river.

The Demon Saint Descendant sneered.

After that, these four saints traveled day and night, regardless of the silence of the night, regardless of the wind and the cold, they just hurried forward in silence.

Their purpose is direct, and they have the only direction, and they are also rushing in the direction of the Heaven and Earth Divine Courtyard.

The whole continent began to be in turmoil.

Many people's focus is on the prince who walked out of the Tang Kingdom's protection.

I know that he is going to study in the Heaven and Earth Divine Academy, but where is the Divine Academy?

It is rumored that the Heaven and Earth Divine Temple is located on the shore of Jiangxin Lake and is the dojo of the people and gods of the mainland.

For many, it's out of reach, the most mysterious place in the world, and probably forever only a legend.

But for Bishui Lan, the temple is just a place to eat, sleep, practice and meditate, which is nothing more ordinary.

Because that's her home.

In a distant and unknowable place, there is a boundless Yangtze River, I don't know where it originates, I don't know where it ends, the waves are magnificent all year round, and the noise and flow in this world never stops.

There is no clear sky in the headspace of the Yangtze River, no flowing clouds, only layers of white mist, shrouded in heaven and earth, covering the waves of the river, as if isolating it from the world.

There is an island in the middle of the river.

There are flowers, grasses, trees, and grasslands on the island.

There are houses, houses, floors, and courtyards.

There is also a girl.

The girl was wearing a long blue dress, her expression was gentle, her face was delicate and pure, and her beauty looked like a person in a painting.

She was lying on a soft and clean grass, looking at the starry sky above her head with a pair of bright eyes, and she didn't smell the wind and dust between her eyebrows and eyes, and she didn't see her heart, only countless fairy energy and beauty.

Not far from her lay a blood tiger.

The Blood Tiger is tall, half a story up and down.

The aura on his body is powerful and terrifying, as if he is from an ancient wilderness, and the eyes that are occasionally opened are filled with blood, with an endless evil aura and coldness.

Looks like it's hard to mess with.

Do not approach the living.

But now it was lying quietly next to the girl, docile like a neighbor's kitten.

There's something strange about the picture.

It seems to be harmonious again.

I don't know how long it took, but at the moment when the stars were alternating between bright and dark in the sky, the girl suddenly closed her eyes and said softly: "I heard my mother say that the little devil who crawled out of the hell in the north had a fight with the other three saints?"

The Blood Tiger opened its eyes and licked its sharp claws, and a voice came from the depths of its throat: "Yes, there is such a thing, and besides, one against three, he can still survive...... Demon cultivators are in the same vein, their physical bodies are strong, almost comparable to our demon clan, coupled with the decisive heart of killing, they fight for their lives when they fight, and they have never seen anyone who is afraid. ”

Speaking of this, the Blood Tiger paused slightly, as if organizing the wording, and after a long time continued: "The master has inferred that after the five saints in the world, the descendants of the demon saints are most likely to become saints within a hundred years, so it is best for you not to call him the little devil in the future, he has a name, and his name is sneering." ”

The girl quickly said, "Have you forgotten Tang Qing?" He said that he would become a saint in ten years. ”

She opened her eyes again and looked at the stars, as if she saw a young man smiling in the sky, his eyes were bright, like the starlight at this moment.

So the girl laughed too.

The eyebrows and eyes are picturesque.

There is a lot of tenderness in the night.

Blood Tiger's voice came again, with a bit of a low voice: "I admit that his mind and cognition have made me feel a little good about him, but when it comes to ten years of sanctification, I always think it's just a joke. ”

"After the five saints, the master is the least optimistic about him, and I advise you to let go of those thoughts as soon as possible. In addition, the Demon Saint in the yellow sand of the Northern Desert once had a message, and he sneered and smiled and had a good impression of you, this time he will come to the Divine Courtyard for a trip, hoping to achieve a good story. ”

At this point, Blood Tiger glanced at the girl and asked in a low voice, "What is your impression of that sneer?"

The girl was just silent, her expression indifferent.

After a long time, he spoke: "When I was very young, my mother took me to travel to the mainland, and I met him at that time, and I didn't have a good impression, but I thought he was cold and straight, but he was not a long-sighted person. ”

Blood Tiger squinted his eyes and nodded, feeling that there was a play.

The girl quickly spoke again: "But I still like Tang Qing, I will wait for him." ”

The Blood Tiger was stunned, a little annoyed, and said, "What if you can't wait?"

"I've been waiting for it. ”

"I said if. ”

"There are no ifs. ”

Simple and decisive, unquestionable.

The Blood Tiger stopped talking, straightened up and left in the cold wind.

It's speechless.

The girl also got up and continued to look at the stars.

She misses him so much.

......

He misses her too.

In the small temple in the mountains, Tang Qing was sitting on the stone stairs scarred, and he was also looking up at the starry sky.

This is his third climb tonight, and he has reached the limit of his body.

After struggling to get up from the last rock crevice, he sat here all the time, tired and didn't want to move, just looked at the stars in the sky, thought about something, thought about some people.

He remembered the life in the deep palace for the past sixteen years, his illness, his life;

I thought of the green shirt, the gentle mother and the father who couldn't remember his face;

remembered the encounter with Ah Diao in the lonely mountain, the bloodiest battle in Kunlun City, the blunt knife of Old Man Zhong, and the lonely tomb;

I thought of that wasteland, and I thought of the old master and the bright moon-like senior sister;

......

Of course, I will also think of the love at first sight in that strange town, and the blue dress that will be hard to forget after a glimpse.

Tang Qing thought about that, his emotions were stunned, and there were two starlight flashes in his eyes, as if he was preoccupied.

The crescent moon walked out of the small temple and gently sat down beside Tang Qing.

Don't be surprised, don't be disturbed.

I sat with him for a long time.

When the wind gradually hit and the cold was slightly heavy, the crescent moon was a little worried about Tang Qing's body, so she spoke: "Senior brother, I'm afraid I'm tired, it's time to go back and rest." You can't rush your practice, and if you can't hold on, it's okay to have a day off tomorrow. ”

Tang Qing shook his head calmly.

Somewhat sad.

Crescent Moon touched his head, a little distressed, and asked, "You have something on your mind." ”

Tang Qing spoke: "I don't know what to say. ”

Crescent Moon said: "Naturally, what you think in your heart is how to say. ”

So the boy got up and stared at the sky.

"I miss her so much," he said. ”

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