"This is painted on...... Drew a woman in Tsing Yi.

It always felt familiar, but I couldn't remember seeing it anywhere else. ”

Ming Shenghua pondered for a while, but finally didn't think about it.

Turning his gaze to the seated monk, he found that his eyes were already blank and aimed in the direction of the woman in the painting.

For some reason, Ming Shenghua seemed to be able to imagine in his mind how affectionate the woman in the painting would be if the man was still alive.

When he sat down, every subtle expression on his face was still intact.

The relaxed brows and the slightly curvature of the corners of his mouth all tell that he was very happy and relaxed when he sat down.

It seems that he can finally pursue his lover without being bound by this world.

Shi Xian couldn't see this, so he didn't have as many emotional changes as Ming Shenghua, and only asked lightly: "What is written in the letter?"

Only then did Ming Shenghua look away and put it on the letter.

"Give it to someone who is destined. Ming Shenghua subconsciously read it out.

"Gift to someone destined?" Shi Xian also repeated aside, and then reached out to get the letter.

handed it to Ming Shenghua: "Look at what is written on the letter." ”

Ming Shenghua was still in a panic, but he didn't expect Shi Xian to rush up directly and move the letter, and suddenly became a little anxious: "You, aren't you afraid of another trap?"

Shi Xian only quietly handed the envelope in his hand forward, signaling Ming Shenghua to open it.

Ming Shenghua had no choice but to take the envelope and open it, take out the letter inside, and read it to Shi Xian.

It turned out that this male monk was from Wanzhou, and he was still from the famous Evil Spirit Desert.

It's a sad love story.

The monk's name is Phantom Presence, a loose monk from the Evil Spirit Desert.

He entered a second-rate sect in the early stage, and finally cultivated to the Jindan stage and became an elder of the sect, so he was much freer in action.

Because I have been away from my hometown for many years, I thought about finding an opportunity to return to my hometown.

I never thought that I would run into a group of evil cultivators in the Evil Spirit Desert.

Those evil cultivators relied on the cultivation of sucking children's spirits and brutally killed a large number of children.

Because the Evil Spirit Desert is famous, and the terrain environment is harsh, the aura is also extremely barren.

Except for the evil cultivators who borrowed the evil spirit desert to hide their bodies and some strange sects, the cultivation of the people inside was generally low.

It has been very difficult for such a monk to enter the sect in the past hundred years.

And the deeper the Evil Spirit Desert goes, the more backward it becomes, but there are still a few people living there.

This kind of crowd that has no strength and will not cause trouble for themselves has become a sweet spot in the eyes of evil cultivators.

Although every few years, the major sects will jointly send disciples to exterminate a group of evil cultivators.

But these evil cultivators are like cutting leeks, cutting stubble after stubble, and they can't get rid of the roots at all.

Phantom Lin returns to his hometown with a sense of excitement and joy, only to see a village full of corpses.

None of men, women, and children, lived. The statues of death are all miserable.

Blood stains the yellow sand, leaving only a round of dusk and sunset.

Phantom Lin knew that there were many evil cultivators living in the Evil Spirit Desert, but he had been lucky since he was a child, he had never encountered a large-scale evil cultivator killing, nor had he ever seen such a miserable image of a village.

Even though the people he knew when he was a child have all turned into a grain of yellow sand over time, this is his hometown and has his original obsession.

When I was young, I began to cultivate by inducing qi into my body, not to leave the village, but to make myself and the villagers live a better life, so that more fellow villagers could get rid of this poor and dangerous place.

After burying all the corpses with his own hands, Phantom Lin was ready to embark on the road of revenge with a sword on his back with red eyes.

But as soon as she walked a short distance, she met a white-clothed monk who had fallen in the desert.

The female monk's cultivation is not high, but at least she has built a foundation, which is very good in the Evil Spirit Desert.

Now lying on the ground covered in blood, with multiple wounds on his body, he doesn't look good.

Thinking that he didn't have the slightest news about the slaughter of the evil cultivators in the village, and that the place and time of this woman's appearance were a little special, he saved her with caution.

When the friar woke up, Phantom Presence knew her identity.

The monk's name was Shang Ling, and she was from the same village.

Originally, he was practicing in the Peiling Hall in the Evil Spirit Desert, but although he failed to enter the sect later, he was admitted to the mentor of the Peiling Hall with his own efforts.

Disaster struck the day she took the test.

She escaped the hunt by leaving the village.

When he came back in the evening, although he escaped the large-scale massacre, he ran into two evil cultivators who came to sweep the tail.

The three of them fought a big battle, and Shang Ling was seriously injured.

With the advantage of being born in this area, he has a thorough understanding of the terrain and environment, and he was lucky enough to escape the pursuit.

But because of this, he can only hide in the yellow sand every day, evade the pursuit of evil cultivators, and struggle to survive.

She is also smart, she knows that the most dangerous place is the safest place, and she has been familiar with every path and dark room around the village since she was a child, so she really survived safely.

It's just that the wounds on his body worsened, and he accidentally ran into a pair of evil cultivators who were probing, which led to the point where he is now.

If she hadn't encountered the illusion today, I was afraid that her life would have to be explained here.

Phantom Lin was skeptical of Shang Ling's words, but she also provided some information about the attack on the village's evil cultivators, so Phantom Lin trusted her a little more.

There were no twists and turns as imagined, and under the joint efforts of the Phantom Monk Spirit, the little evil cultivator organization was quickly broken one by one.

The revenge was also avenged, and then just before the two were about to part ways, Phantom Lin expressed his admiration for Shang Ling.

Then he learned that Shang Ling had also been in love with him for a long time.

The two have long been getting along day and night, and they have feelings for each other in the fight with evil cultivators.

In this way, under the witness of the sunset on the yellow sand, the two became Taoist couples.

The village was slaughtered, and the home was lost, and Phantom Lin thought of taking Shang Ling to his sect with him.

Although Shang Ling had a struggle, he proposed to live in the Evil Spirit Desert for a month before leaving.

Phantom Lin only thought that she was reluctant to leave the place where she grew up, and gladly agreed.

In this month's time, the two have been in love with each other, respecting each other like guests, and the relationship between husband and wife has become deeper and deeper.

But because of such intimate contact, Phantom Presence gradually discovered some problems.

But out of the trust between husband and wife, Phantom Lin did not have suspicions, but only thought that Shang Ling had a reason that was difficult to say.

Until one day, Shang Ling came back with a full body of injuries and confessed to him completely.

In this Evil Spirit Desert, there is the largest evil cultivator organization, called the Sand Gate.

It has been entrenched in the Evil Spirit Desert for nearly 10,000 years, with countless branches and departments, and a large number of evil cultivators.

Those evil cultivators did all kinds of evil, and their hands were full of cause and effect.