The night was cold and rainy, silent.

Phantom Peak.

Under the rain curtain, the red leaves are like a dream. These unknown red-leaved trees have been planted in the entire world of Phantom Worry Peak, and from a distance, they are poignant and beautiful, not like ordinary dust.

The red leaves are miserable, wet by the little raindrops, the washed red is slightly shining, and the mountain breeze is dappled with a soft light like a red candle.

From afar, there is a sea of red. There seems to be a thrilling thrill in this beauty.

Red Wave Phantom Sea. One of the 36 views of sorrow.

It's just that, compared with other superb scenes, this place is full of sorrow, and there are more delicate daughters. And the only place in the Divorce Sect that only recruits female disciples, because of these, adds a bit of gentleness and amazement.

Phantom Peak, Red Dust Top, Plain Sleeve Hall.

In the heavy rain, a faint blue figure, like a dream, quietly fell in front of a row of wooden houses under the shade of red leaves. It was pitch black all around, without a trace of light, and the blue-clothed figure became more and more conspicuous.

Duanmu Ningque slowly stood in this rain-woven world, looking at the shiny red leaves washed by the heavy rain in front of him, motionless and speechless for a long time. The whole body has long been wet by the cold rain, and the blue dress that was originally fluttering is now tightly attached to the body, outlining a beautiful figure.

The rain was still falling, wetting the long black hair, and the rain slowly slid down the hair to the fair and poignant face, which was even more cold and elegant.

However, the rain became heavier and heavier, and the rain soon covered her eyes, and her beautiful eyelashes were covered with mist-like droplets. Suddenly, in a trance, the world seemed to be illusory and a little unreal at this moment.

"Duanmu...... I...... Are your injuries healed?"

"You go ......", "You don't want to come here again......".

Sentence by sentence, the sound echoed in Duanmu Ningque's ears.

Why? Why did I say such heartless words, was that what I intended?

That honest boy, do you hate me to death now?

But don't I just want him to hate me to the bone?

Duanmu, have you ever regretted it?

She didn't care about the rain in her eyes, and let it run unreasonably across her face, wetting the end of her eyes, perhaps, only in this way could she forget the past.

It's just that the more she is like this, the more the coldness and sorrowful torture that penetrate deep into the bone marrow tear at the tenderness and pain in her heart, which is really not a good feeling.

After a long time, with a long sigh, Duanmu Ningque forced himself to put down all his thoughts, not thinking about the lost black-clothed back, and slowly walked towards the second wooden house.

Gently raising his hand, the wooden door in the rain "squeaked-" and opened gently, Duanmu Ningque glanced at the heavy rain all over the mountain again, like attachment, contradiction, and reluctance.

Perhaps, with this rain, tomorrow, everything will cease to exist, right?

Slowly walked into the wooden house.

The hut was dark, and there was no light, and she stood in front of the door, and suddenly she was so startled that she forgot to go to the table and light half of the candle on it.

Perhaps, this naturally cold person, when facing the darkness full of rolling eyes, can completely let go of his sorrow and bring out the truest emotions in the depths of his soul.

It's just that the darkness is not what she wants after all, so she slowly came to the table and lit the candles on the table.

In an instant, the dim light drove away the darkness in front of him and warmly illuminated the entire wooden house.

"Duanmu, you're back......" A gentle and deep voice suddenly sounded with the bright light.

Duanmu Ningque's body was shocked, and he suddenly looked back, only then did he see that there was already a person standing next to his bed, with a faint light, the person had his back to him, wearing a plain white robe that could mop the floor, and his straight long hair was tied in a high bun, pinned with a hairpin, this back was already elegant and dignified.

But it's a Taoist aunt. Looking at her situation, I am afraid that she has been waiting here for a long time, because there is not a trace of rain on the robe, and she should have come here before the rain fell.

"Master......" Duanmu Ningque's expression was no longer cold and arrogant, and he walked over respectfully, gave a salute, and muttered.

Hearing this, the Dao Gu sighed and turned around slowly.

It's not the Phantom Dust Master, who is it?

"The rain outside hasn't stopped, are you cold?" Phantom Chen's eyes never had a doting color, and he slowly looked at Duanmu Ningque, who was already soaking wet.

"Master, I'm ......" Duanmu Ning Que wanted to speak and stopped.

The Phantom Dust Master waved his hand, sat down lightly in front of the bed, patted the vacant seat next to him, and said dotingly: "Come and sit, put on the quilt, don't be damaged by the rain and hurt your body." ”

The voice and expression were like a loving mother telling a daughter who had just become sensible.

Duanmu Ningque nodded, slowly sat on the edge of the bed, unfolded the quilt, and draped it on his body.

The Phantom Dust Master looked at her too lovingly, his eyes were a little complicated, a little pity. Slowly took out a handkerchief from his arms and wiped the rain on his forehead for Duanmu Ningque.

Where it tentacles, it's cold. I don't know if it's the temperature of the rain or Duanmu Ningque's own body temperature.

Duanmu Ningque watched Shizun's movements, and tears welled up in his eyes in an instant......

Master Illusion took back her handkerchief and said softly, "Duanmu, you have been weak and sickly since you were a child, and you are a cold body. I take care of you every day for the teacher, and I pass on you to leave the Sorrow Infinite Dao, but you are talented and intelligent, and the Separation Sorrow Infinite Dao has improved a lot over the years, and now it is already the cultivation of the Sorrowless Infinite Dao realm, and the exercises are also the peak of the Yuan Infant, but your body is weak after all, so you still have to pay more attention to it......"

"It's Shizun......" Duanmu Ningque muttered as he replied.

The master and apprentice sat like this, no one spoke, only the Cangli Divine Sword behind Duanmu Ningque emitted a faint blue light, silent.

After a long time, the Phantom Dust Master said slowly: "Duanmu, you went to see him......"

Duanmu Ningque never lied, only lowered his head, as if he had done something wrong, and said slowly: "Yes......"

Phantom Dust nodded and said, "Alas, that's fine, it's okay to see him make a decision." Did you kill him?"

Duanmu Ningque didn't answer, only lowered his head deeper, and even his body trembled involuntarily.

Seeing her expression, the Illusory Dust Master finally understood something, shook his head and said, "Child, you are pure by nature, and it is difficult for you to kill a person who is not at fault......

"Master...... I...... I can't do it!" Duanmu Ningque mustered up his courage and said this sentence in a low voice, but he suddenly raised his head and looked at the eyes of Master Illusion Chen.

"You ......" The Phantom Dust Master was angry for a while, and after a while, he was already frowning slightly, and said in a deep voice: "Why ?......"

"I ...... I don't know......" Duanmu Ningque bit his lips tightly, the courage he had just mustered disappeared again, the expression on his face suddenly became extremely painful, and he slowly lowered his head again.

"You don't know, don't you really know?" the Phantom Dust Master's eyebrows suddenly rose, his eyes were already as cold as a sword, and he asked urgently.

Duanmu Ningque's body was shocked, constantly dodging the fierce gaze of the master, and he couldn't say a word.

"Duanmu, you are a child who never lies!Why don't you dare to look at me and answer!" Master Illusion's voice was heavy, and his tone suddenly became serious, this question was even more pressing, and the gaze that looked at Duanmu Ningque's body seemed to see her soul through and through.

Duanmu Ningque was overwhelmed by Shizun's words one after another, and his face was not as comfortable as Fang Cai's.

After a while, the Phantom Dust Master suddenly stood up and sighed, "Duanmu, you are emotional......

"I ......"

The next moment, Duanmu Ningque only felt that this sentence tore off all her cover-ups, and all her thoughts were exposed in front of her master at a glance.

"Idiot!" Mrs. Illusion's voice suddenly raised a lot, she suddenly stood up, paced a few steps, turned around and said, "Let me ask you, what's so good about him?"

"I ...... I don't know, it's just that the moment I saw him, I felt that he was kind and honest, sincere and fearless, and he wasn't a demon at all, why Shizun, why did you kill him!" Duanmu Ningque simply didn't hide it anymore, and asked in a sad voice.

The Phantom Dust Master looked at her too sadly, and sighed: "If I had known this, I would not have taken you to the Great Hall of Sorrow that day, and I would not have caused so many troubles." Duanmu, do you feel anything strange inside him?"

"I ......" Duanmu Ningque couldn't deny it, and lowered his head again.

The Phantom Dust Master smiled coldly and said, "Actually, you understand it better than anyone else, right, I also thought that he was different from ordinary people, and I had secretly asked Lingzun Nine Fire Golden Crow." Lingzun told me that it had already discovered that Lin Yizhi was unusual, but it was just that the sect leader had been suppressing it and had not made it public. ”

After pondering for a moment, Phantom Chen said again: "Teaching and doing things, it is difficult to understand it, he must have a deep meaning this time, but you are the master of Cangli, and the Cangli Sword Spirit recognizes you as the master, how can you not know what it senses?"

"I... I know......" Duanmu Ning Que said.

"In that case, why are you obsessed? Do you have to wait until everything is irreparable?" Phantom Dust looked directly into Duanmu Ningque's eyes and said unquestionably.

"But, Master. Since we claim to be the No. 1 Orthodox Church in the world, why can't we give him a chance, should we start killing for these illusory reasons? Master, isn't there any other choice?" Duanmu Ningque said slowly with a sad expression.

Phantom Chen didn't speak for a long time, slowly walked to the door, and a low voice came: "Duanmu, can you convince yourself with such words?" Is there any other choice, the Cangli Divine Sword in your hand has already told you clearly, it is clear that you are in love, like him, and can't bear to do it!"

In the dim dim light, Duanmu Ningque's ears echoed Shizun's words for a long time, and deep down, she asked herself over and over again, really? Am I really emotional about him? If not, why don't I kill him, and bear such pain alone.

Huanchen looked at the apprentice in front of him who had been cultivating for more than ten years, and suddenly felt that he couldn't see her face clearly. There was a sadness in his heart, and he sighed and said: "Duanmu, don't blame the teacher for forcing you, only Cangli can destroy the secrets on his body, so as not to make you fall into a catastrophe, others can't help you, you have to think carefully about it yourself, you, understand?"

Turning around slowly, gently pushing open the door, the sound of dripping rain, from far and near, a cold wind suddenly burrowed into this not warm hut.

With a long sigh, the Phantom Dust Master said word by word: "Phantom Affection Tribulation, if you don't kill each other, you will enter the demon!" Don't you know......

Duanmu Ningque still lowered her head, her eyes were misty, she didn't know what to think, when she heard the three words of the Phantom Tribulation, her body shook violently as if she had been struck by lightning, and she suddenly raised her head, but suddenly found that the figure of the master had long since disappeared.

The whole wooden house, except for herself and her own shadow reflected on the ground, everything was empty, unsettled, just like her empty heart.

God is too good at playing tricks on people, why is the person closely linked to her fate actually him, she has been stubbornly stubborn for seventeen years, but in the end, the phantom love catastrophe is still unavoidable.

"If you don't kill each other, you will fall into the ......"

"If you don't kill each other, you will fall into the ......"

"If you don't kill each other, you will fall into the ......"

Duanmu Ningque seemed to be stupid, his eyes were dull, and he slowly read this sentence in his mouth, and suddenly, tears flowed down his face.

The voice is poignant, like crying and complaining.

Suddenly, Duanmu Ningque's eyes widened suddenly, and the speed of his speech suddenly became eager: "No! No! No! I am not emotional, I am not haunted by illusion! I am not willing to kill him, because I pity him, I pity him, it is not that I love him at all, no, it is not ...... at all."

Collapsed suddenly, Duanmu Ningque only felt a deep tiredness hit her heart, and the next moment, how she thought that all this was a dream, and after waking up, all the love-hate entanglements did not exist.

However, the faint blue Cangli Divine Sword was quietly suspended in mid-air at some point, and the faint blue light seemed to affect Duanmu Ningque's already exhausted divine soul.

The blue light was sheng, and in an instant, a huge light curtain was formed in front of her.

"No, I don't want to watch, I don't want to watch!"

However, no matter how she struggled, the blue curtain of light touched her heart like a gentle hand, and the next moment, her cold eyes looked at the curtain of light obsessively, and could no longer circulate.

And above the blue light curtain like water, there was a figure shaking.

It was a blood-stained baby......

It was a carefree and naughty private school student......

It was a miserable, resilient teenager who was homeless......

It was a life that was just looking for a way to get rid of its worries and fainted by the road......

It was an unyielding figure who was persistent and stubborn, carrying the Heavenly Immortal Stone step by step......

It was a proud black-clothed man who was willing to accept three palms under the eyes of everyone, defending the religion with his life.......

Those bits and pieces of light and shadow, above the blue light curtain of the Cangli Divine Sword, slowly appeared, as if it whispered softly in her ear, telling her that the young man in black had a rough and difficult past.

And, all of that is reminding Duanmu Ningque, really and really reminding Duanmu Ningque, the baby, schoolchild, teenager, or black-clothed figure in the light curtain, these countless fragments all belong to one person.

"Lin, Yi, and ......" Duanmu Ningque muttered the name of this person.

"Do you know that your past, your joys and sorrows, have been watched, moved, and distressed by another person all the time, and have been like this for five whole years......? Kill you!"

Duanmu Ningque seemed to be telling someone something, but the room was already empty, and no one saw the content in the light curtain, let alone heard a word of her.

"Cangli, Cangli, since you know that I am going to kill him after all, but why do you want me to remember the bits and pieces since he was born, and remember him to the bits and pieces! Since you know that I am going to kill him, why do you want me to see his thousands of hardships and kindness! Why, you are always reminding me to remember! Do you know that from the moment he was born, he has blended into my sight, my deep heart, and my life? How did I kill him?" Duanmu Ningque's voice suddenly became gentle, not so much that she was blaming Cangli, but more of a deep attachment.

For five years, she watched everything about him without him noticing, just because of the so-called phantom calamity in the dark. One night five years ago, Duanmu Ningque fell asleep as usual, in the middle of the night, Cangli Shenjian slowly levitated, and under the sound of a clear sound, he woke up the master who was still asleep, and then the blue light curtain slowly opened, and Duanmu Ningque saw the scene in front of him for the first time, about the past of another person. And on that night five years ago, there was a ten-year-old boy who resolutely opened the small wooden box and cultivated the Silent Demon Heart Mind Method, but he didn't know what it was.

Two people who have nothing to do with each other have been intertwined since then, and the phantom calamity was born.

It's just that Lin Yizhi didn't know that from then on, the divine sword called Cangli in the hand of an unknown girl was telling her about her past in her own way.

At first, Duanmu Ningque was shocked, she didn't know why Cangli would suddenly reflect the image of an irrelevant boy, and slowly she changed from a shocked gaze to an interested watch, and even slowly, she began to worry about the fate of the boy in the light curtain, sad for his experience, and impressed by his persistence. Slowly, this kind of watching again and again has become something she must do every day. She would cry or laugh for what happened to this young man in black, indulging in it, like a dream. It's just that she doesn't know that deep in her heart, she doesn't know when this boy has been deeply imprinted.

Until, she clearly knew from Shizun's mouth that this boy really existed, close at hand, just away from the worry sect Mo Weifeng, and at that moment, she finally learned in Shizun's mouth that all this was actually doomed for a long time - phantom love tribulation!

Cangli Divine Sword was actually just reminding her that her phantom calamity had already appeared, but Duanmu Ningque was deeply attracted by the black-clothed young man's every move in the so-called reminders again and again, and couldn't extricate himself. Until that day, she begged her master to take her to the Liwu Hall and met Lin Yizhi, who was already very familiar to her. But Lin Yizhi still knows nothing about it

Her feelings for him have long been more than just silently watching, from that undoubted I don't believe it, to flying to block Ouyang Tiande's fatal blow. Everything has long been destined, and Duanmu Ningque's love is deep-rooted.

If you don't kill each other, you will become a demon!--this sentence shattered all the children's love in her heart. All the beauty, all the attachment, in these six words, it seems so pale and powerless.

Suddenly, Duanmu Ningque's eyes flowed, as if thinking about something, and gradually the sad color slowly dissipated, replaced by the cold eyes, she raised her peerless face, and slowly said to herself: "Illusory Tribulation, there must be more than the only solution to kill him, there must be other ways, I must use all my efforts to find a way to survive the catastrophe, even if it is the time of my life! In any case, he is innocent, he can't be hurt in the slightest, he can't be ......."

Duanmu Ningque's gaze suddenly became extremely firm, and with a wave of his hand, the Cangli Divine Sword roared, and it had already fallen into his palm.

Resolutely stood up and pushed the door open.

The rain finally stopped, and the east gradually revealed the color of fish white, the morning glow was full of sky, the red sun was about to rise in the east, and the sky was rendered soft by the bright morning glow.

"When the sky is clear, will my heart be far away......"

Duanmu Ningque looked at the gorgeous sky in the distance, and on his cold face, a touching smile suddenly appeared......

P.S: This chapter was originally written to 3700 words when it was completely different from the current content, I feel that there is a problem, simply deleted more than 1,000 words and re-wrote, and then changed it twice, until more than 18 o'clock, still not very satisfied, always feel that there are some problems, but I don't know how to change it, my heart is worried, everyone thinks this chapter is not good, please give tolerance, Xi Yao tried his best