"I'll leave this child to you. ”

Qing also said that, and with one palm, he retreated "Tong Ziyi" off the cliff.

"Little trash!"

"Sect Master, how can you do this!"

Tong Qianmo saw at a glance that the person who was in a trance on the ground was Tong Ziyi, he frowned, and didn't understand what Qing Ye wanted to do.

Qing also raised the Qimeng needle, and she smiled warmly at Tong Qianmo.

"Mother!"

"Little One !!"

Tong Qianmo looked at Qing Ye, who was sprayed with blood on the cliff of resignation, and the whole person finally collapsed.

He hurriedly stepped forward to grab her, but they were always a little bit behind, just a little bit, and Qing Ye's body would not dissipate with this rain of wisteria flowers, leaving no trace.

"Mother......

Tong Ziyi was dressed in a flowery appearance, crying silently.

Tong Qianmo was stunned on the cliff of resignation alone, and his heart seemed to dissipate with the burst of flowers.

Now Tong Ziyi is Hualing, and no one cares whether she lives or dies.

Tong Qianmo stayed there for a long time, without saying a word, as if nothing had happened to Hua Ling.

Since then, there has been one more Tong Miaoyi in the rivers and lakes.

Then she reappeared when the ink altar was burned down by royal order.

Tong Ziyi appeared there and looked out of place, she was no longer Ning Miao of the ink world, nor was she Tong Ziyi.

She is Tong Miaoyi, who succeeded Hua Ling, the holy daughter of the Royal Dao Pavilion, and the county lord of the Holy Lord.

How ridiculous, relying on the merit of exterminating the traitors, and relying on the disaster of her mother's family, she became the person who was extremely honorable.

She watched the Nangong family gradually withdraw from the disputes in the rivers and lakes, she watched that the Yunshan Sect had no descendants, and looked at the Yunshan literati, such a heroic old man was worried all his life, and he had twists and turns in his life.

He said that it was his duty to teach and educate people, but this fate was so unfair that he was deprived of his most duty.

Nangong Liuxi's red eyes couldn't stop the group of people from smashing, and suddenly Tong Ziyi looked at the person on the side.

Willow Wu!

How did he end up here?

Tong Ziyi followed him to a remote place, which was the rudder of the beggar gang......

Liu Wu actually appeared here......

Other words!

Bells!

Tong Ziyi wanted to break in alone, but where would the beggar disciples do what she wanted.

She looked at this group of indifferent people, and suddenly felt that her heart had long been numb.

Tong Ziyi turned her head and ran back to the ink altar, at this time the ink altar was already in flames, and the trivial bamboo forest in her heart was still burned with this fire after all.

She looked at the bronze bell that glowed greenish in the flames, and suddenly remembered that the magic weapon made of ancient bronze could cure all kinds of poisons......

Bells!

She leapt up and walked away from the clouds.

Tong Ziyi fell lightly in front of the bronze bell and slowly raised his hand.

"Tong Ziyi!"

She was disturbed by a call from a long time ago, but she didn't stop moving, and looked back at Nangong Liuxi, who was already covered with stains.

"I knew it was you!"

Tong Ziyi pursed her lips, and the glimmer in her hand continued.

When Nangong Liuxi saw her appearance, she couldn't help but shout: "What are you...... In refining?!"

"Are you crazy?!Refining without a medium will consume your own cultivation!And...... And...... This will cause irreparable damage to your body! Tong Ziyi! Stop!"

Nangong Liuxi raised the white jade fan and wanted to interrupt her, but her voice came softly.

"If you force it to interrupt, I'll cut off all the veins. ”

"You don't want to die?!"

Nangong Liuxi knew that she couldn't stop her, so she built a barrier for them, at least from the flames around them.

That day, Nangong Liuxi watched her scatter and cultivate into Zhong Jin.