On a tree-lined path, Ji Lingsheng and the woman in white walked together.

She has always been dressed in white, and she doesn't know how old she is, and she doesn't know her name. Ji Lingsheng's understanding of her only stays in some superficial impressions of getting along with each other day and night, she seems to have never walked out of this mountain forest, but she always takes the trouble to walk in the forest, walking the old road over and over again.

A woman's appearance and mood can often reflect her age, Ji Lingsheng often speculates about those fireworks women when he visits Qinglou, usually Ji Lingsheng dictates the mystery, Shang Zheng subtracts the number down to please the beauty, in fact, there is no need for this trick, those dusty women will take the initiative to paste it when they see a gold owner like Shang Fat, but the fat man has a sense of accomplishment about it, and Ji Lingsheng is too lazy to expose it.

Dressed in white, she is like a mystery, neither innocent nor sad, and the experienced Ji Lingsheng can't help but feel at a loss.

The lotus feet of the woman in white would be exposed to the hem of her clothes from time to time, and Ji Lingsheng's eyes also swayed with the snow white, not that Ji Lingsheng was lustful, but that he was now wandering out of the world, and his eyes were unconsciously on the team of white jade exquisite.

As if sensing his gaze, the woman in white turned her head to look at it, and on any woman, not to mention that she was very ashamed, she was definitely not at ease, but she was well cultivated, and she was not ashamed or angry, and she glanced at it and then gently moved away.

Ji Lingsheng woke up in shock, and suddenly felt a little embarrassed, seeing her as if nothing happened, Ji Lingsheng really thought it was okay, this situation might be embarrassing to say.

Looking at the sheep intestine path on the ground, Ji Lingsheng sighed lightly, and the strength on his feet increased a little, which could only be able to collapse the ground by a point, the mountains and forests of Xishan were already sparsely populated, except for those who like to hide their heads and tails, there were not a few living people at all, and the Valley of Flowers was in the depths of the mountains, how could there be woodcutters and households.

So who stepped on this trail?

Looking at the woman beside him, Ji Lingsheng felt a trace of horror in his heart, this coiled path around the Flower Valley in circles and circles added up to hundreds of miles, and the traces were obvious, this was not the leisure and elegance of the usual walk that could be stepped on.

The woman in white saw through his mind as usual, smiling silently on the side, Ji Lingsheng's heart was shocked, these little roads Ji Lingsheng stepped on ten times a day even if he came out of his mother's womb as a child, it may not be so deep, and looking at the woman's expression is obviously casual, just a day can step out of the long path of hundreds of miles?

After the demonic nature disappeared, Ji Lingsheng's mood would always be a little restless, which was somewhat biased towards him before, contrary to the meditation path he cultivated on Qingyun Peak, which made Ji Lingsheng worry that when he couldn't control his emotions, he would fall into the demon again.

Even if he didn't know anything about the division of monks in the world and the distribution of power, Ji Lingsheng knew that even if a person who entered the demon was not a street rat, he would never be welcomed, everyone was a cultivator who wanted to ascend to the immortal, how could he destroy the great cause of seeking immortals because of a demon cultivator? After entering the demon, he was a madman addicted to killing, and judging from the saying that the dead Taoist friend did not die and the poor Dao, it was better to avoid it.

When Ji Lingsheng's mood was a little heavy, the woman in white who was walking in front suddenly looked back and smiled, as if to comfort him, Ji Lingsheng immediately let go of his brows, grinned, and stayed with her for a long time, as if he also loved to laugh.

The woman in white continued to walk forward, her steps were brisk, Ji Lingsheng was stunned, and then she stepped up to follow, burying her thoughts in the bottom of her heart, not letting her see that she was a beautiful scenery that he didn't want to destroy.

The journey was long, Ji Lingsheng followed a girl with delicate flowers and bones, she had the fragrance of yellow roses, she had eyes made of water, and she had an intoxicating smile.

The woman in white walked lightly, her posture was light, and Ji Lingsheng took a step behind and slowly followed.

Ji Lingsheng was difficult to take the last step from Hughmen, so he was naturally idle, and the woman in white would stay in the valley on a cloudy day, either watching Xiaohu for a day, or elegantly stroking the piano in the breeze, mostly soft and cheerful songs, rarely sad and bitter music, the sound of the piano was like spring water, with a whimper.

On a sunny day, the woman will go out for a walk, and she will not go far to walk around the neighborhood for a few laps, Ji Lingsheng is happy to be a companion, watching her slap her face in the stream and teasing the butterflies at her fingertips, which are all excellent scenery, and the time with her is always pleasant.

When I went back, Hei Feng had gained a lot of fat these days, the reason was that after the woman in white had Ji Lingsheng, a diner who did not refuse to make fishy noises, her cooking skills naturally improved day by day, and even Hei Feng, who loved to fight the autumn wind, also made a lot of oil and water.

Seeing the two come back, Hei Feng's huge head rose from the flowers and plants, his eyes looked at the woman in white with bright eyes, there was a green wolf light in his thick eyebrows and big eyes, running a few steps, Hei Feng put on a docile appearance, rubbed his head against the sleeve of the woman in white, his face was full of intimacy, the woman smiled, and Ji Lingsheng was the corners of his mouth twitched.

After lunch, Ji Lingsheng went to the center of the lake to practice the Calling Technique, which was his rough name, and he couldn't get into the hall of elegance, and he didn't need to shout and introduce the name and origin of the move before the fight, it was too pretentious, like Qingyunzi, and he couldn't learn it.

He conservatively estimated that he could barely use this trick after the seventh gate of the Xuangong, and he couldn't use it yet, but it was just right to practice the operation of the aura, this technique not only consumed a huge amount of aura, but also had extremely high requirements for the fineness of the aura.

After creating a great power in the center of the lake, Ji Lingsheng's spiritual power was exhausted, and he sat on the bow of the boat and sweated like rain.

On the second floor of the attic, a white dress appeared, sitting behind the simple old zither, his hands pressed on the strings, and his expression was soft.

Ji Lingsheng fell into the boat with his head on the pillow with one hand, one hand on the edge of the boat, his fingers tapped gently, the sound of the fast and slow bangbang and the sound of the fine piano of the night rain hitting the window were tacitly harmonized, closing his eyes and still shining in the direct sunlight, Ji Lingsheng smiled easily.

Black Wind poked his head out, listened silently for a while, and then fell down again, his ears erected, and he fell asleep.

The melodious sound of the piano slowly spreads throughout the valley, and the flowers bloom for it, and the mountain breeze ripples for it.

Ji Lingsheng's fingers flicked and slowly changed, and then slowly slowed down, and finally settled in the air. After a gentle spring breeze blowing, Ji Lingsheng also felt sleepy, like a nursery rhyme sung softly by the bed by his mother when he was a child, even if Ji Lingsheng had never seen his mother, he could feel the gentleness and delicacy that lingered in his ears.

The sound of the piano gradually stopped, except for the people who stroked the qin, and everything slowly fell asleep.

The woman in white smiled, her fingers left the strings, walked to the guardrail, and landed next to Ji Lingsheng with a jump, her feet stepped on the surface of the lake without even a ripple, and her clothes were not soaked in water.

Looking at Ji Lingsheng's sleepiness, the woman seemed to have found a treasure, and watched it carefully, after a while, the woman in white went back to the house to bring a pen and paper, studied ink with her hands, and painted a wonderful brush to Ji Lingsheng.

After careful comparison, the woman in white called it a day, put the scroll in a blue and white porcelain vase, and then sank to the bottom of the lake, as if she was brewing her hundred flowers wine, leaving it for the next day to savor.

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In the evening, Ji Lingsheng was woken up by the sound of fish swinging the water, only then did he find that he slept until dark, and hurriedly got up, Leng Buding heard the sound of the silk thread breaking in his chest, Ji Lingsheng's body froze, he didn't dare to move the slightest, and carefully grabbed the jade pendant that slipped from the gap in his clothes.

Ji Lingsheng walked into the attic, the woman in white was picking off the dirty petals of a flower, and she didn't ask carefully, she was going to find a red thread to tie the jade pendant, the woman's eyes were sharp, she saw the thing in his hand, and asked softly: "What is that?" Ji Lingsheng was stunned for a moment, looked down carefully, and said with a soft expression: "It's just a small thing, it used to be a person's life, and now it's my life." ”

The woman nodded slightly, lowered her head and fiddled with the flowers, and Ji Lingsheng strode over, not noticing her slight frown.

After Ji Lingsheng found the red thread and tied the jade pendant, he was in a daze on the table for a while, as if he had made up his mind, and said to the woman: "I want to retreat for a while!", the woman smiled and nodded and said Okay, Ji Lingsheng sighed a little in his heart, he could already break through to the realm of Humen, but he was forcibly suppressed by him.

Isn't it time to leave when you enter the Hugh Gate?

The next day, Ji Lingsheng started a retreat in the small pond behind the valley, it was quiet, and the aura was abundant, so there was no need to go to great lengths to dig a cave, it was good to be able to break through quietly.

After January, on a sunny day, Ji Lingsheng broke through to the second gate of the Xuangong Palace in the back mountain, and closed the door.

After the breakthrough, Ji Lingsheng didn't have much joy, but the woman in white smiled, and Hei Feng always looked high, unless it endangered his own safety, it was too lazy to give a face.

Xiumen is supposed to pay attention to the unity of god and form, and all things are resting, and the monks who can reach this step also know that it is time to give up some things. Ji Lingsheng can't give up the Ji family, can't give up the moon, can't give up the snow jade, and can't give up this small valley.

But he still had to go, and if he could come back one day, he wanted to come to this little valley first, to see if she was still there, or if she was walking in the woods, and if he could play another song for him.

On the day Ji Lingsheng left, the weather was still sunny, not like a parting day, the woman in white stood at the mouth of the valley to see him off, still smiling softly, laughing Ji Lingsheng sadly, Hei Feng was the most sad, looking back at it step by step, Ji Lingsheng had to drag it away, and the parting scene was a little more funny.

In the end, from a distance, Ji Lingsheng glanced back, and the woman in white seemed to see through his mind again, and said softly: "Mo Qingge", the words blew with the wind, and I don't know if there was any deviation, whether the person heard it or not.

Ji Lingsheng's back still disappeared, as if he had never been here, Mo Qingge walked back to the valley, came to the boat in the middle of the lake, grabbed the blue and white porcelain vase, took the portrait, and pasted it on the wall on the second floor of the attic, and the wind couldn't blow.

Looking at the portrait, the woman smiled again.

End of Volume II