The space inside the ice spur, the aura is very strong, the interior is dominated by the green of the canyon, the high mountains on both sides of the canyon are covered with verdant trees, a two-story or three-story small building is reflected in the greenery according to the mountain, the stream in the middle of the canyon is clear and visible, knee-deep, and a few unknown small fish shuttle between the stones at the bottom of the stream, smart and naughty.

Limited by Zhao Yingluo's cultivation in the middle of the Cold Dew, the current space of the Ice Spike was only about two miles in radius. It took Nangong Huixue a short time to stand at the place where the aura was the strongest in the ice thorns. In the courtyard of a two-storey small building named "Listening to the Rain Xuan", a spiritual spring is quietly spitting out spiritual spring water, in the clear spring water, occasionally there are a few strings of bubbles bubbling to the water surface from the stone cracks at the bottom of the spring, two small golden fish lie on the fine sand at the bottom of the spring, occasionally swing their tails, lazy and cute.

Nangong Huixue's gaze fell on a half-withered tree next to the spring, and four azure ice flowers bloomed on the trunk, as if they were about to burn the vitality of the entire tree. "Listen to the rain ......" Nangong Huixue chanted softly: "Now listening to the rain monk's house, the temples have been stars, and the steps before the first step are dripping to the dawn." The word 'love' is unbreakable for my mother, and my sister and I are even more so. From now on, you are me, I am you, I hope you can love your husband more than me in the future. With that, she walked towards the half-withered tree. The four light blue ice flowers seemed to be in full bloom a little more brilliantly.

Zhao Yingluo sat on the kang in a daze, and after a few hours, he remembered what Nangong wrote in Huixue's letter: "Husband, I'm going to find my sister." Since the two of us can't escape the end of our souls after all, it is better to find her soul to merge and compete with God. In this way, maybe I can love you in a different way. If you can't fulfill my wish this time, please don't think of two people who will die, and stick to your heart on the road of cultivating immortals. In this way, with the talent of the husband, the road can be expected. The concubine's unfinished realization has been temporarily sealed for me into the sea of divine consciousness of your Mud Pill Palace, and I hope to study it carefully......"

What Zhao Yingluo, who was immersed in grief, didn't notice was that in the small pendant on his chest, there was a wisp of purple smoke floating out, and suddenly it disappeared into the ice spike obliquely inserted above his right ear.

In the shattered heaven and earth that was formed inside the ice thorn, the half-withered tree was rejuvenated again due to the integration of Nangong Huixue's soul, and the four azure ice flowers on the branches burned like flames.

With a low, ancient chant, strings of gray-black runes poured out from the trunk of the tree, like moths and swimming fish, scurrying towards the four blue ice flowers.

As if cooking oil in a blazing fire, the blue flames on the four ice flowers rose one after another, and they were burned in one place after a while. The flames reflected two beautiful faces, and the two of them were silently staring at each other like mirror images at this moment.

"The Leng family's 'Love and Hate Soul Splitting Formula' is really true, the love is deep, the hatred is deep, you have a deeper understanding of this trick than the negative person, my sister wants to congratulate you. Nangong Huixue sneered.

In this world, there is no absolute distinction between right and wrong, good and evil, but only different attitudes and positions. From my father's point of view, from the interests of the Leng family, his approach is understandable. Leng Qingyun said-for-tat.

"You can enter here to show that you have a lot to do with my husband, and I don't want to ask about it. The Leng Qingyun who loved him had been scattered five years ago, and the remaining one soul and three souls were growing stronger with the blessing of the 'Love and Hate Soul Splitting Technique', and this method of restoring the soul had I thought of countless possibilities in the past five years, but I didn't expect that in the end, it was to merge with her sister, the eldest lady of the Nangong family. Don't worry, after my sister fuses your soul, she will fulfill a few wishes for you, I can feel your feelings for my husband, and you may already know that I don't love him anymore. Before entering the ice thorn, you must have gambled that I still have a little love for Xianggong, but my sister is sorry to tell you that it is gone. ”

"There are very few people in the Leng family who can rely on the 'reincarnation gong' to cultivate to the realm of the unfinished period, and the successful ones are all borrowing the eighth trick - love and hate soul splitting, and the old man admires the wisdom and decisiveness of your Leng family's ancestors. “

Following the voice, the two sisters saw the familiar and unfamiliar figure. Like the most ordinary old woman in the world: a weak and thin body, a slightly hunched back, a full head of silver hair, and a kind and smiling face. Her frowns, slightly furrowed from coughing from time to time, made her look even older, and she wore a wide purple coarse cloth gown, casually covering her body, and the whole person looked ordinary and small. But both of them knew that this might be a great monk who had transcended the period of unfinished or even the period of reincarnation.

The old woman was none other than Zhao Yingluo's grandmother, the helmsman of the Northern Yi Kingdom.

"Qingyun, you have come to our Zhao family to be a child daughter-in-law for Luo'er, and it has been fifteen years. On the day of your wedding, I gave you the ice thorn as a bride price, maybe what you didn't expect was that the thing coveted by a group of immortal cultivators and sects, the thing you were looking for in our Zhao family, would actually be it. For tens of thousands of years, the immortal cultivation world has been passed down from generation to generation, and if you gather the sword to build the Eight Desolate Paths, the Tide Formula, the Surplus and Deficiency Gong, the Bliss Dao of the Past Life, the Reincarnation Gong, and one thing of our Zhao family, you can transcend reincarnation and dominate the immortal cultivation world. Such rumors have made the Broadsword Sect, the Nangong family, the Yuwen family, the Hehuan Sect, the Leng family, and our Zhao family almost become the target of everyone, especially the Zhao family, which has been withering for tens of thousands of years. Nangong Huixue, what your sister said is not wrong, there are no absolute things in this world, from Leng Yuliang's point of view, what he did was right, your mother married him in order to plot the Leng family's 'reincarnation skill'. “

"No, no, Ancestor, you lie. Nangong Huixue didn't find out that she was called her, and she had changed to "Old Ancestor" with Zhao Yingluo, instead of the previous "senior".

"Whether it's true or not, your sister Leng Qingyun knows best. “

"The old lady is right, my original intention of marrying Xianggong was for the legendary 'things of the Zhao family', could it be that after my sister knew his true identity, she didn't have even the slightest thought? ”

The thing that he didn't want to accept was said by his sister herself, and Nangong Huixue's mind was blank, and she couldn't accept it for a while.

Seeing that the two sisters had their own thoughts, the old woman continued: "Leng Qingyun, your father's name is 'Shangyu and Xialiang', is the union of your grandparents really a good relationship? Several major families and sects, such as the open and secret battles for many years, mostly rely on women, and the result may only be: the wife is separated.

"Five years ago, Qingyun who died for Luo'er, three years ago, Huixue, who died for love, and the old body himself, may be one of the few special cases. I have been married into the Zhao family for tens of thousands of years, so much so that the entire immortal cultivation world has almost forgotten my identity - Yuwen Yingyue, the youngest daughter of the Shuangyue City Lord back then. With the shock of the two sisters, the coercion that generally transcended the realm of the unfinished period diffused from the old woman's body.

"The legendary reincarnation period, no, should be the realm of the Heavenly Jealousy Period. Leng Qingyun shouted in a lost voice. I never thought that there were really people in this world who could cultivate to such a state.

As the mana continued to rise, the old woman seemed to have returned to tens of thousands of years ago, when Yun Ying was not married. That is the appearance of the youngest daughter whom the city lord of Shuangyue loves the most: the eyes are full of smoke in the Mid-Autumn Festival, the distant mountains on the eyebrows are green, the body is short, the expression is looking forward to self-pity, the powder face is slightly unrevealed, and the red lips are ashamed before they are revealed. One look at the city, and then look at the country.

"Father, my daughter has failed your old man and the entire Yuwen family...... Two lines of tears crossed Yuwen Yingyue's face, and the wind blew her lilac clothes, hunting and dancing.

After a long time, she said lightly: "The two of you have a total of three souls and eight spirits, and only one person can be left after fusion, and this person must be Luo'er's lover and must be the one who loves him." Qingyun, the one who loves him has gone five years ago, and now you bring 'love and hatred', let's go, if there is an afterlife, love that man again in the next life. As she spoke, she floated into the blue fire cloud, the cold light cloud. The cold fire rose and took away the poignant figure.