Duan Ning was awakened by a nightmare again, he was no longer tired, jumped out of bed, and stood at the window looking at the stars in the western sky.

The mountain wind in September was already a little cold, passing through the room, blowing Duan Ning shivered a few times. He stretched out his hand and tightened the kudzu shirt, which was soaking wet, and he couldn't help shaking his head and smiling bitterly, and said in his heart: A nightmare was exchanged for this cold sweat. It seems that I have no intention of sleeping again tonight, so it is better to walk on the moon and be depressed. Thinking in his heart, the evening breeze rose again, and Duan Ning felt that the chill was even stronger, so he turned around and picked it up and stepped on a long-distance run, and walked out in his clothes.

Outside, the sky is clear, and the moonlight is like water.

In September, Qingyi Mountain is lush and green, and the old forest stretches. The evening wind blows the valley, the ink waves surge, like a wave swallowing, and the tide is sometimes strong and sometimes weak. The eight peaks of Qingyi Mountain float in the air in the milky white mist, disappearing from time to time, just like the three immortal mountains of Penglai, Abbot and Yingzhou in ancient legends.

Duan Ning sat cross-legged on a moss-covered boulder, looking at the lonely peak shrouded in the thick fog in the night, and thinking about the beautiful and unearthly statue of the woman at the top.

Who is she, why is she in my dreams, and why is she crying in my dreams?

Who is Ling Zichong? Is that her name, and why does she keep calling?

Thinking about it, I pondered for a while, and it was intricate.

Everything in the nightmare leaped out like a beast and devoured him in an instant. The lonely peak of the dream is overwhelming, mist-shrouded, lonely and barren, and apart from the wailing wind, the others are lifeless stones.

The wild wind with sharp knives cuts the rocks from the summit into ghostly shapes. The stone statue was the only exception. To be precise, it should not be called a stone statue, but a jade statue.

Its texture is delicate and warm, like beautiful jade, and it emits a faint halo under the cold moonlit night.

The jade statue has a clear appearance, a sad expression, and a pair of autumn-like eyes as if they are alive, carrying boundless sorrow.

Duan Ning found himself standing in a dark corner in a trance, watching blankly, and he was stunned for a while. He asked secretly: What is so difficult about her, it makes her frown, if she can confide in me, it will cost her life, and she will be happy.

When he was thinking about it, Duan Ning's face was slightly cold, and there seemed to be water droplets on his face. He didn't understand, where did the water droplets come from on this lonely peak?

looked around, but found that those water droplets were actually tears shed by jade statues.

Duan Ning was anxious in his heart, thinking that you are so sad, there are too many sad things. Don't be afraid, I'll help you, just say it, even if the sword is a mountain and a sea of fire, I won't refuse. I just wanted to take a step, but my feet were like roots, and I couldn't move half a minute.

"Lingzi Chong——, Lingzi Chong ——!"

The sad voice seemed to penetrate the years, drifting from that distant time, echoing endlessly on the lonely peak.

Duan Ning shouted loudly: "Who are you? Why did you bring me here! If you have any difficulties, you might as well tell me, I will never stand idly by, and I will definitely help you." ”

shouted for a long time, but no one answered.

"Lingzi Chong——, Lingzi Chong ——!"

The bitter wind whistled by, and the mournful sound was unusually long.

Suddenly, the moonlight darkened, the wind was worse than before, and the inky black clouds came to cover the sky and the moon. The wind was mixed with gravel, and everywhere it went, there was a crackling sound.

A graceful figure walked slowly and stood under the jade statue. She was dressed in purple, but her face looked like she had cast an illusion, and she couldn't see clearly, so she heard her say sharply: "You can't forget your feelings after all, and you still think of Zichong." Hmph,, I didn't expect the 'Dry Stone Curse' to seal your people, but not your heart!"

Listening to what the woman in purple said, Duan Ning understood that Ling Zichong turned out to be the lover of this jade statue. But who is the woman in purple? Why did she seal this woman with a "dry stone curse"?

In this way, the girl in purple and the jade statue are both from the Qingzong, but why have I never heard of it?

The woman in purple said again: "Zi Chong will not come back." Even if he lives, he won't be yours. Only I deserve his love. But you, a, actually confused Zi Chong with clever words, and gave birth to a seed of evil, and finally had to encourage him to leave Shushan. Ha, ha, ha!" said, looking up to the sky and laughing sharply, "Zi Chong is dead, your dream is shattered! Hmph, you let him die, it's you! Zi Chong, haha, Zi Chong! Why didn't you listen to me at that time, why were you willing to die for her." Do you know? I've been locked in the ice cave for 20 years, and I haven't forgotten you for a moment! Isn't my infatuation as good as this?" she said, she looked up at the jade statue and said coldly: "Today, my Yuan Shen escaped from the ice cave, and I settled this account with you!"

Duan Ning secretly thought: It turns out that the two of them are thinking about the word "love" again, what will the woman in purple do next?

Seeing a sword light rising into the sky, the woman in purple shouted loudly: "Flying sword riding the wind, sword heaven and earth! ”

"Qingzong's swordsmanship! she is really from Qingzong!

The woman in purple pointed to the jade statue, and the sword light passed through the image, and there was a loud sound, resounding in the sky. But the jade statue was as usual, undamaged.

Duan Ning thought that the jade statue was completely destroyed, and his mind was gloomy, but when he suddenly saw that the jade statue was unharmed, he couldn't help but be full of joy.

The woman in purple was slightly stunned, as if she didn't believe what was in front of her, and muttered to herself, "How can this be?

Duan Ning asked loudly: "Who is the senior? How can I know the swordsmanship of the Qingzong?" After asking several times, the woman in purple retracted her mind, looked at Duan Ning, looked at it for a while, and asked coldly: "What kind of person?

Although Duan Ning didn't know the identity of the woman in purple, the sword blow just now was no longer under the teacher, and it was expected to be a senior of the Qingzong. Although he was unhappy with her in his heart, he didn't dare to be negligent, and bowed down and said, "In Xia Qingzong Duan Ning, it's been half an hour since I came here. ”

"It's been half an hour!Hey, you didn't even let me notice it, amazing!You're a disciple of Qingzong, who is your master?Yijian Zenzi or Yun Suizi?" The woman in purple asked.

Duan Ning secretly wondered that she actually knew Master and Uncle Yun. But why has the master never mentioned this person in front of me? His mind flashed, but he replied: "Yijian Zenzi is my teacher, and Yun Suizi is my uncle." ”

The woman in purple sneered, "Is your master's body well?"

Duan Ning replied respectfully: "Thank you seniors for your concern, the old man is diligent in cultivating and his body is safe." ”

The woman in purple said coldly: "Okay, good! I will go to see him, I will definitely go." Hey, why are you here, did your master send you? When did he have the ability to predict the future? ”

Duan Ning smiled bitterly: "I am not satisfied with my predecessors, and I don't know why I came here?"

The woman in purple looked Duan Ning up and down, "Huh" for a moment, and said to herself: "Why is the smell on his body so familiar?" She glanced back at the jade statue, thoughtful, and suddenly shouted: "What do you have to do with Shui Jinghong, why do you smell the same as her, it must be that she used a spell to hide you." Speak quickly, or today will be your death. After speaking, he raised his arm, and a two-zhang boulder floated up and hung above Duan Ning's head.

Duan Ning sweated coldly, and said in a trembling voice: "Senior, who is Shui Jinghong? He tried to move, his feet still firmly on the ground.

The woman in purple laughed wildly and said, "Shui Jinghong, can you still save him now?"