Bing Yu and Bing Ling, who had left the Qingxing Palace, returned to Bing Ling's room together and sat at the table. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Senior sister, are you okay?" Bing Yu said, he knew that the topic just now evoked the sad memories of Bing Ling, how could he not be himself, but he couldn't be sad, as soon as he was sad, Bing Ling had nothing to rely on. Bingyu misses the old days of revolving around the little junior sister all day long and competing with the junior brothers, but now these have become fantasies.

"Senior brother, I'm fine. Ice Spirit pretended to be fine.

"Senior sister, don't worry, I will definitely take care of you, and vow to avenge the master and the Ice Spirit Valley. Bingyu said.

"Yes. Brother, I believe in you. By the way, Senior Brother, do you still have that sword with you?" Bing Ling remembered what Xing Cang had asked them just now.

"Don't worry, junior sister, I've always carried it with me, you see. Bingyu said and put the sword in his hand on the table.

"Why is the scabbard different?" the ice spirit asked, looking at the unfamiliar scabbard.

"I was afraid of arousing suspicion, so I swapped it with the same scabbard I used to have. ”

"And what about that sword you used to have? That's what I gave you. Bing Ling suddenly said coquettishly like a little daughter.

"Hehe... How could I have lost that sword? Bingyu said with a smile. The sword was indeed well protected by him. "Okay, junior sister, you can rest, I won't bother you. Bingyu got up and was about to go outside.

"Senior brother, don't be tired. The ice spirit watched the ice rain leave.

"Yes. "The ice rain closed the door of the ice spirit.

In the room, Bing Ling stood there, as if looking at the door, as if looking at nothingness, not knowing what he was thinking. The lively spirit of the past is now the daughter of the lonely head...

Bingyu returned to the room, and he didn't practice again. Instead, he took out a sword from under the pillow, and this sword was the same one that Bingyu had used to be. Bingyu took two swords and put them on the table.

A beautiful scabbard with a broken sword inside, and an ordinary scabbard with a sharpened iron sword inside. One was given to him by the master on his deathbed, and the other was given to him by the ice spirit himself, and the meaning contained in the two swords was extraordinary.

But ice rain also knows how heavy it is. The sword that Ice Spirit gave him was only a gift, and the sword that Ice Cloud gave him on his deathbed didn't say anything other than let him keep it from anyone. But Bingyu knew that Bingyun, who had always been strict and unambiguous, would never simply give him a sword, Bingyu knew that there must be a hidden secret, but what was it? Bingyu couldn't understand it for a while.

Bingyu pulled the sword out of the scabbard, and kept the sword body, "When...", you can hear from the sound that the material of the sword is average, and it is not a peerless sword. If it is to hand over the precious sword to Bingyu for safekeeping, it is no problem, but a remnant sword for Bingyu to take good care of, it is still entrusted by the master. This is food for thought...

Gradually, the sun sets. The early summer nights are never quiet...

Ice Spirit's room. Bing Ling had already lay down, sleeping peacefully, and those previous happy times had appeared in sweet dreams, and the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned.

Unconsciously, a silent black shadow pushed open the door and walked in, dressed in a black robe, walking without a sound. The only sound in the room was the "squeak" of doors opening and closing. The man in black slowly walked to the side of the ice spirit's bed and leaned over to look at the ice spirit.

The senses of those who practice martial arts are extremely sensitive, and the ice spirit wakes up from the dream in an instant. The moment she opened her eyes, the black domain that demanded her life, and the man in black locked her throat with one hand.

"Ahh Who are you?" Bing Ling was choked by the throat and looked at the black-clothed man in front of him with a black robe and a black cloth mask. Even those eyes are black fire full of desire. Suddenly, a feeling of panic came over me.

The man in black didn't speak, as if he was wearing away the last line of defense in Bing Ling's heart.

"You... What are you going to do?" the ice spirit was still struggling, and a feeling of suffocation slowly welled up in his heart.

"I want your cheats for Ice Spirit Valley. The man in black finally spoke, and the vicissitudes of life and domineering voice were like those of the black-robed man in an underground secret room in the Extreme Gate of the World.

Bing Ling understood the purpose of the man in black, but she had never heard of any cheats, let alone in her hands. "I don't know what you're talking about, our Ice Spirit Valley has been destroyed by a fire, what other secrets are there!"

"No!?" said the man in black, his fingers straining slightly.

Suddenly, "Ah.... "If this continues, the ice spirit will soon suffocate to death."

Thankfully, the man in black wouldn't have killed the Ice Spirit if he didn't get the answer he wanted. "Give you another chance, say!"

"Ahem, cough, cough.... I really don't know what the secret is, my dad never told me!" Ice Spirit probably guessed what the man in black wanted, maybe it was the sword that Bingyun gave her on his deathbed, which was the only "relic" in the entire Ice Spirit Valley.

"You're from the Demon Cult?!" the Ice Spirit said.

"That's right!" replied the man in black dryly, without a hint of concealment.

"You burned our Ice Spirit Valley to ashes, and now you still come to ask me for something, shouldn't I be the one who asked you for something!?" Suddenly, now that his life is in his hands, such a sea of blood and hatred will turn into anger, and the anger of the sky will not be shared.

"Where's the cheats?!" the man in black asked sharply.

"I don't know!"

"Okay, since the Ice Spirit Valley was destroyed in the fire, then I will let you meet your father in the fire!" As he spoke, the man in black let go of the ice spirit's throat and turned to "Peng Peng" twice, and the ice spirit was pointed by the man in black and couldn't move.

"What are you going to do?" the ice spirit loosened the shackles of the throat, but in an instant, he was pointed again, and he couldn't break free.

The man in black flicked his sleeves and left straight away, without asking Bing Ling anything more. And when the man in black walked to the table, he picked up a lamp and threw it back without looking back, and the lamp turned into a "bright" landscape and flew towards Bingling's bed.

With a "bang", the oil lamp fell on Bingling's bed. Suddenly, with a "whew", the futon was burned by the fire, burning the flames, and the hot breath in the air scorched the ice spirit, and the fire was getting closer and closer to the ice spirit, just an inch.

"Senior brother, I can't accompany you anymore, I'm going to find my father. I hope you will live well, and in the future, you will magnify the Ice Spirit Valley and avenge us. Bing Ling looked at the beams, felt the air around him, and thought to himself.

Everything was as it was meant to be. Surrounded by fire, the ice spirit slowly closed his eyes...

"Peng Peng" Bing Ling felt that his body was tapped twice, and he suddenly felt strange. I opened my eyes and looked at the person in front of me who had solved his acupuncture. In an instant, his eyes were full of doubt and anger, "What are you going to do again?!"

The person in front of him didn't speak, he slapped a palm in the air, and suddenly, the fire rose, instantly filling the entire room, and this person's black robe flicked, a true qi was struck, the window was broken, and the dark shadow turned into a black shadow and went away from the window by night.

The fire is raging, the fire is getting worse and worse, and it is out of control.

The fiery red aura illuminates the whole room, and the red house is always the most conspicuous at night.

How could such a scene be hidden from the eyes of the disciples of the Extreme Gate Patrol. At that moment, they rushed to the exclamation, "It's on fire! It's on fire! Come and put out the fire....." The voice spread all over the world, and they rushed to join the firefighting team...

Bingyu, who was lying on the bed and didn't fall asleep because of his thoughts, finally fell asleep, but was awakened by this noise. If he had known that his sister's room was on fire, he might have wished that the noise had woken him up sooner. But it was too late.

Hearing the sound of firefighting, Bingyu put on his clothes in a daze, and was just about to step out of the door, when suddenly, as if remembering something, turned his head back, put two swords under his pillow and hid them.

Pushing open the door and looking outside, the black sky seemed to be stained red. Standing in front of the door, you can feel the raging fire.

Seeing the people coming and going in the courtyard, they were all in a hurry, all of them rushed to put out the fire.

"Excuse me, what's going on?" Bing Yu asked, stopping a Shiji Sect disciple.

"You don't know yet?! The west wing is on fire, and the fire is too fierce!" As he spoke, this disciple broke free from the "obstruction" of the ice and rain and rushed to put out the fire.

The wing room in the west!? Bingyu was already in the mood when he heard the phrase "the wing room in the west". "Impossible, impossible..."Bingyu stood in place stunned, and kept muttering.

The wing room on the west side is where his junior sister Bing Ling lives!

"Senior sister!" Bingyu came back to his senses and rushed away in an instant...