Withered in the ancient temple.

The lights flickered, and although a ray of light was small, it illuminated the darkness in all directions, reflecting the hall like day.

Ning Yi looked at the robe suspended in front of him, if he was not mistaken...... The mountain guards of Changling are extremely strong, but their own realm is only Xingjun.

In the Great Sui world, his senior sister Qianshou, the second palace of the underworld, the king of Chujiang, and Jiang Yuxu, the great guest of the Immortal Ju of Qiang Mountain, are listed as the top three strongest in Xingjun, but some people are obviously not in this category.

For example, the mountain keepers of Changling.

Han Yue, who slashed the dragon in the north and returned, was once regarded as the strongest cultivator in the Star Monarch realm, if he fought head-on, because of his strange and changeable methods, he could easily ravage the cultivators of other schools, even if it was the master of the thousand-handed hill, Jiang Yuxu Zhenren, and the king of Chujiang in the underworld, I am afraid it would be difficult to win this lord of the ghost path in the eastern realm in the battle of life and death.

The reason is that the treasure of the glazed cup is too strong.

With the blessing of this forbidden realm treasure, Han Yue's combat power is stronger than that of the top star monarch.

If there is a taboo-level treasure weapon that suits him, then the strength of the top star monarch will be further exerted.

But alas...... This kind of treasure weapon is too rare, and the top three recognized star monarchs: Thousand Hands, King Chu Jiang, and Jiang Yuxu, none of them really have a forbidden treasure that is suitable for them.

Han Yue wants to be the first person in the Nirvana realm...... After slaying the dragon, he did.

There was once speculation in the Great Sui that Han Yue would be able to challenge the mountain guards...... However, I guessed that I could, and I was slapped in the face soon after.

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The mountain keeper knows the "sword bearer".

In this regard, she knows more secrets than some of the powers of the Nirvana realm.

The fine snow was pushed back into the scabbard by the palm of one of her hands.

The wind and thunder in the sheath are blowing, but if it encounters a dam, the surging sword qi river will surge for thousands of miles, blocking and stopping.

Ning Yi looked at the black-robed "Great Power" covered with a skull mask, although it was not Nirvana, but the word "Great Power" was not too much for the mountain guard.

On Changling Mountain, this mountain keeper once helped himself once.

Now there is no malice...... Otherwise, he would have died a long time ago.

Ning Yi inserted the fine snow back in front of him, looking at the black robe of the mountain keeper flying and settling, his eyes were complicated, there was gratitude and confusion.

"Senior...... Thank you for that shot in Changling. ”

The mountain keeper snorted faintly.

"Why would the seniors help me?" Ning Yi stopped talking and said, "My secret...... At that time, did the seniors know?"

"I know what you want to ask. Don't ask what you shouldn't ask, it's not good to know too much......" The mountain keeper spoke in a calm tone, stretched out a hand, and pointed to the top of his head: "There will be retribution." ”

Ning Yi didn't understand what it meant for the first time.

He looked up and saw that the beams of the ruined ancient temple were covered with cobwebs and dust.

When he heard the word "retribution", he reacted.

After a while.

Ning Yi rubbed his eyebrows and said with a wry smile.

"The seniors violated the rules, left Changling, and ran all the way here...... It's not going to be as simple as catching up with me, is it?"

"Of course...... No. ”

The skull mask was not large, but when it was worn on the mountain guard's cheek, it looked hideous and terrifying.

The mountain guards used cultivation to cover their voices again, so the echoes coming from the black robe reverberated around the ruined temple, dull and hoarse.

"I just made a special trip to deliver a letter. ”

"Moreover, the mountain guards are not allowed to leave Changling, this is the rule. ”

Ning Yi was stunned, the lamp burned violently, sparks splashed everywhere, illuminating the ancestral statue of the dilapidated temple, the ancient statue whose face could not be seen clearly burned, and the ancient trees around it collapsed.

Ning Yi's expression gradually became strange.

The mountain keeper turned around, raised his hands, and waved his black sleeved robe.

By the time the flames were extinguished, there were no collapsed ancient wooden beams around it, and the entire ruined temple was ...... They all burned into nothingness.

From beginning to end, Ning Yi's retreat place was not in a remote ancient temple in Tiandu.

It's in a cramped cabin.

Ning Yi's lips were pale, he couldn't believe it, he raised his head, and when he saw the formation he had arranged, he was "grafted" to the four corners of the wooden house, and the orientation was almost unchanged from when he was arranging it in the ancient temple.

He stood up, pushed open the door, and saw the thick fog outside.

Familiar vegetation at the foot of Changling Mountain.

A sudden sense of astonishment arose.

Scene after scene turned in my mind.

Liu Shiyi unknowingly broke through the mist of Changling and entered this old mountain.

There has never been a way to enter the mountain.

Changling is in the fog and does not see the world.

Some people say that outside the Tiandu City...... There has never been a long tomb.

The skull mask of the mountain keeper smiled, she looked at Ning Yi, who pushed open the wooden door and stood at the foot of Changling Mountain, and said with a smile: "Outside the Tiandu City, there are Changling Tombs everywhere. ”

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"The world is full of wonders. ”

Ning Yi couldn't believe that the dilapidated ancient temple he had put so much effort into finding was all illusions...... The spirit of the mountain keeper "leads" himself to this, how powerful should the realm of the deity be?

Could it be that this is the so-called fate?

The mountain keeper, who saw through Ning Yi's thoughts at a glance, said indifferently: "There will never be a coincidence in this world. You're going to come here and tell me you're the 'Sword-wielder...... At least these two things are by no means a coincidence. ”

Ning Yi returned to the wooden house.

He saw the dust scattered in the wooden house, the rivets nailed to the wooden walls to hang a certain scroll, and the faint marks of ash that had not been moved for so many years that the scroll had been burned around it.

It's not hard to spot.

Because...... In the wooden house, there was nothing but an ancient lamp.

Ning Yi pointed to the burned-out scroll......

The mountain keeper hummed softly and said no more.

Time stands still in the cabin.

Until the mountain keeper spoke.

"I give you the letter. ”

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Letter.

Friends write letters to each other.

Lovers also write letters to each other.

But there are never two strangers who don't know each other...... Will choose to write a letter, send it all the way, or leave it to the other party.

The mountain keeper has a letter to himself...... Who wrote it?

Ning Yi's heart suddenly became nervous.

His heart was beating faster.

The memories of the past are interspersed one by one, and finally traced back to the heavy snow in Xiling.

The mountain keeper's suspended black robe slowly landed.

She took out a yellowed envelope from her bosom, and the envelope was brimmed with pale gold.

Even the power of the Nirvana realm could not have crossed this hot edge containing golden light and directly opened this ancient letter...... And there is no second person in this world who can be recognized by the envelope.

Ning Yi took the letter, then stretched out a hand, and his fingertips gently swept over the ......

He looked up, a burst of warmth in his fingertips, and the golden glow ironed on the envelope rose and dissipated like smoke.

The mountain keeper silently pushed open the door of the wooden house and floated out.

Leave Ning Yi an independent space.

Ning Yi took a deep breath.

Inside the envelope was a neatly folded white piece of paper, which had taken away the years of the writer without leaving the slightest trace on the paper...... The handwriting of this letter is very delicate, with a faint sword aura.

"Forgive me...... Growing up alone, giving you a beginning, but not being able to keep you company. ”

When he saw the words "forgive me", the tip of Ning Yi's nose suddenly soured, even if he had been prepared, at this time, his heart was still like being poked by a sharp knife.

When he was very young, he once asked himself that all children have parents......

But he didn't.

Why?

Did the person who gave birth to himself die in the war in Xiling, or did he ruthlessly abandon himself......

The young man in black shirt standing in the wooden house, standing in place, like a wooden carving, clutched the sides of the envelope with both hands, and his fingers clenched the paper.

The answer was in the letter, but he read it word by word.

But no answer was found.

The man who wrote the letter did not explain why, nor did he mention why.

Because...... No need, the bone flute left for Ning Yi already says it all.

When Ning Yi really became the "sword bearer", he should have understood everything.

What you gain, you will lose.

Ning Yi's face was pale, his lips were bloodless, but his eyes were moist.

He clutched the letter and read it word by word, he had never read a line so slowly, for fear that he was missing something.

Sometimes, the most important person in life leaves in a hurry before he can see his face clearly.

They never saw each other again.

The letter left behind...... It is the last memorial.

See the words like meeting.

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"When I wrote this letter, it was intermittent and took a long time. I often think that fate will favor me, and it will favor you...... I believe that even if you are alone, you can live a strong and independent life. ”

"I have left my most important things to you. This sword is heavy, and only you deserve it. You should live in my place, take this sword, and look at this beautiful world by the way. ”

At the end of the letter, there were only a few lines.

"Last ......"

"My dearest. ”

"May you grow up healthy and happy...... Time is too late for me to regret it, if I do it again, I will choose to give up everything and give you a warm childhood. ”

Unique.

At this point, nothing more.

The letter fell slowly to the ground, stained with dust for the first time in more than a decade.

There was a wind blowing through the crack in the door.

The snow-white letter swayed gently, not only staining the dust on the floor of the wooden house.

A hot drop fell on it.

The thin young man in the black shirt, his shoulders trembling, gritted his teeth and kept himself from making a sound.

He had long thought of this letter...... She stayed.

I've been waiting for this letter for a long time.

But why, when he sees this letter now, he can't be happy?

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At the foot of Changling Mountain.

The mountain keeper sitting cross-legged on the large rock outside the wooden house, with one hand supporting the skull mask and facing the side, looked back in the direction of the wooden house.

She closed her eyes and sighed softly.

The life of the young man in Xiling has been so hard......

Why bother to leave this letter and let him know the cruel truth?

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