She froze in place, unable to return to her senses for a long time.

Mo Junqian looked at her coldly, and suddenly drew his sword and swung it at her, Qinghe instinctively raised his hand to protect his head.

At this time, she had completely forgotten that she was a monk with a body of cultivation, and returned to the mode of thinking of ordinary people, closing her eyes tightly and waiting for death to come.

However, the expected pain did not come, Qinghe slowly opened her eyes, and the unfamiliar environment around her reminded her that she was no longer in Qingyun Sect, but a completely unfamiliar place that she had never set foot in.

The galaxy is shining, and the sky is connected to the earth, forming a straight horizon.

In front of her, there grew an incomparably tall tree, the species of which she did not know, but the tree did not bear leaves and fruits, but moon-white spirits.

The tree was full of souls, but Qinghe did not feel terrible, but a sense of sacrosanctity arose.

She stepped forward slowly, and only when she got closer did she realize that the trunk was not an ordinary trunk, but exuded a rich aura, and the trunk meridians were striped and distinct, and each one flowed with dark red liquid, looking like a living blood tree.

"This is the Sacred Tree, the birthplace of all living beings within the Three Realms. ”

A long, distant voice came, and Qinghe looked around, but he didn't see anyone.

The voice is ethereal and elusive.

Qinghe didn't continue to look for it, he looked at the divine tree seriously, and always felt that the breath of this divine tree was very familiar, as if he had met before.

"It's been thousands of years, and finally another person has come. The voice said, "The good fortune of the Three Realms." ”

Qinghe hadn't come back to his senses yet, and said, "What kind of fate?"

The voice didn't answer her.

Qinghe just wanted to turn around and ask what was going on, but he heard that there seemed to be wind and waves blowing in the distance, from far to near, and came to Qinghe in an instant.

Before Qinghe could defend himself, he was blown into the sacred tree by the wind and waves.

The souls of the trees were gone, and as far as the eye could see, they were white.

There seemed to be something in the distance, Qinghe walked forward, it seemed to be close in front of him, but Qinghe felt that he had been walking for a long time.

It wasn't until I got closer that I saw that it was a coffin made of vine branches, and a man lay inside, covered with a red cloth, and his face could not be seen clearly.

Qinghe walked in slowly, with a palpitation in her heart for no reason, she stretched out her fingers and pulled the red cloth a little bit.

I saw a finely carved, evil and handsome face appear in front of me, Qinghe's pupils shrank suddenly, and the person lying in the coffin was Qirong!

Suddenly lifted the red cloth, Qi Rong's whole body came into view, the familiar red clothes and black belts, the familiar smell of ink, and the familiar face, but at this moment, he was lying motionless and silent in the coffin.

"Pray, wake up and pray. ”

Qinghe stroked Qirong's hair, and the originally inky long hair turned crimson at the moment.

She didn't know what happened to Qirong, she didn't know why he was lying in the coffin, and she didn't know if he was still alive.

Since leaving Luochuan City, she has never heard from her prayers, not even a brief letter.

She had thought that she would be tempted to write to her, or that she would come all the way to her, just as she always thought of him unconsciously in the dead night.

God knows how she looks forward to Qirong coming out of a corner to surprise her every day, or standing in front of a small stall on a crowded street waiting for her to walk in, and then saying in that low, languid voice, "I've been waiting for you for a long time." ”

But there was nothing.

Did he have an accident? Was it because she devoured the orb last time? Or was it because of something else?

Qinghe stared at Qirong's pale face, clenched his fists, and couldn't return to his senses for a long time.

The dream scattered with the wind, and Qinghe opened his eyes blankly, his eyes blank, as if he had lost his vitality.

The old lady's lotus lantern brought Qinghe into a dream, but fortunately, at the last moment, Qinghe escaped with the power of the bracelet.

She raised her eyes and looked around, it was the forest at the foot of Qingshan.

Slowly standing up, ignoring the mud on her body, she took mechanical steps and walked towards the town's inn.

……

Inn.

Li Jiang and a few people were bored playing cards in a room.

Mu Dong has lost several games in a row, and his face is covered with notes, and Mo Junqian is the same.

The joy of victory belongs to Li Jiang and Shen Xun.

Mu Dong glared at Shen Xun fiercely, and said angrily: "Senior brother won, I will forget it, you little kid didn't expect your card skills to be so good, you are really jealous of talent!"

Shen Xun looked at him provocatively: "Compete with me, you are a younger brother." ”

Mu Dong exhaled angrily, and the notes on his face jumped and jumped.

Mo Junqian had no intention of playing cards, only accompanying them to mess around, "I don't know how senior sister is." ”

Since he was rejected by Qinghe last time, he has restored his respect for Qinghe for his senior sister, although he is still called senior sister as before, but the meaning is different.

Li Jiang also said: "Qinghe is cautious, not too worried." ”

Shen Xun looked at him strangely: "Are you sure she is cautious, not out of common sense?"

Li Jiang: "I believe her. ”

The three of them chatted, leaving only Mu Dong who cared about the game, "Don't talk, play the cards quickly, I will definitely win you this time." ”

Li Jiang Shenxun continued to chat, and from time to time he played a card, suppressing Mu Dong without the power to fight back.

At the end of the game, Shen Xun looked at the game and said in surprise: "This is a win? You are too weak." ”

Glancing at Mudon with disdain, he successfully pulled him from the edge of anger into the center of anger.

"I'm fighting with you!" Mu Dong rushed towards Shen Xun with his teeth and claws, and before his hand touched Shen Xun's body, he was knocked to the ground by a "bang" and a sudden sound of pushing the door.

Looking up, I saw Qinghe standing at the door, and the blood-soaked marks on his clothes were distinct and abnormal.

"Qinghe!"

"Senior sister!"

Li Jiang and Mo Junqian shouted at the same time, walked forward quickly, and said worriedly, "You are injured!"

Mo Junqian raised his hand and wanted to help Qinghe come in, but suddenly felt that something was wrong, and said instead: "Senior sister, come in quickly, it's important to heal." ”

Mu Dong got up from the ground, "That's right, healing is important, I have an elixir here, I'll give it to you." ”

Shen Xun also ran over, although he didn't speak, but his worried eyes were self-evident.

Ran Qinghe only stood in place and looked at them coldly, his eyes swept over one by one, and when he touched Mo Jun Qian, his eyes were particularly complicated.

Halfway, she said lightly: "Is there something wrong with Qirong?"

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then fell silent.

Qinghe looked at their expressions, and his heart was half cold.

"Answer me. ”

After a long time, Li Jiang said: "That day, you forcibly devoured two divine beads, and your body was seriously overdrawn, and Qi Rong exhausted all your spiritual power in order to save you," he looked at Qinghe, "We tried many ways but couldn't save him, and the spiritual power was transported into it like a stone sinking into the sea, it had no effect at all, and when we left, he was no longer good." ”

The last sentence slammed on Qinghe's heart, she trembled all over, her lips moved, but she couldn't say a word.

After a long time, she said, "I have something to say to my senior brother, you all go out." ”

Li Jiang sighed and motioned for Shen Xun Mudong and Mo Junqian to go out.

The door was shut, and the three of them waited quietly in the hallway of the inn.

I don't know how long later, the door opened again, and Qinghe walked out without looking back.

Seeing that the situation was wrong, Mo Junqian suddenly dodged to block her, "Where are you going?"

Qinghe said coldly: "I don't want to do anything to you, get out of the way." ”

The cold tone that he had never had before made Mo Junqian stunned on the spot, he sensitively felt that the senior sister at this time was full of disgust and hatred for him, but he couldn't understand where he provoked her and made her hate him so much.

Li Jiang said, "Let her go." ”

Mo Junqian hurriedly said: "But ......"

Li Jiang shook his head and motioned for him not to stop.

Mo Junqian pursed his lips and finally let go.

Qinghe no longer stayed, his footsteps kept walking out, and his back was resolute.

When Qinghe's figure completely disappeared into the inn, Mo Junqian couldn't help it, and asked anxiously, "What happened?" What did she tell you?"

Li Jiang didn't speak, looked at the door of the inn with heavy eyes, and entered the room for a long time and closed the door.

Mu Dong looked at this scene and came back to his senses for a long time, "What's going on." ”

He turned his head to look to the side, and there was still the shadow of Shen Xun next to him.

His eyes widened, and Mu Dong said in horror, "Where did that stinky boy go?"