The demon witch is her white moonlight

After a year, Le Xiaoyi returned to his room in Nansan Pavilion.

Everything is still the same, but things are different.

Le Xiaoyi spent half an hour tidying up and cleaning the house. Taking advantage of the rare sunny day, he took the quilt on the bed to the yard to spread it out to dry.

When she was free, she took out a chess piece engraved with a thousand-character inscription from the desk drawer, and spread out the chessboard to play against herself.

Every time a child falls, it seems to be lingering in her heart.

In this way, Le Xiaoyi finally let out a sigh when the board was full of black and white chess pieces.

Perhaps in the past year, she did grow in cultivation, but what she lost was far more than what she gained.

She is so worthless, she is willing to be trapped in a small place, unable to get out.

Although she has only lived for 24 years, she has a feeling that she has seen all the joys and sorrows, and has nothing to lose.

Sure enough, people are alive, and there are many joys and sorrows. No one knows whether the sun will still be bright the next day.

But that doesn't mean she's going to sit still.

Le Xiaoyi turned over a chess piece, and the word "Ding" was engraved on the back of the chess piece.

Be at ease, before you can think about change.

Right now, apart from cultivating and working hard to become stronger, there is no way to break through the predicament.

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The Sword Forging Ceremony is approaching, and the Wanglong Mountain is visibly bustling with activity. Many disciples from the outer sect have accepted the task of doing odd jobs in the Sword Forging Hall, and Le Xiaoyi is no exception.

The Sword Forging Hall is hidden in the valley behind the main peak, and it is very hot inside, comparable to a furnace.

The entire Sword Forging Hall is like a tower buried upside down in the ground, with a total of six floors. The lower the floor, the higher the temperature.

There is crimson molten iron flowing underground. Many craftsmen gather here, but most of them can only enter the upper three floors to forge swords below the third grade.

The lower three floors are restricted areas, and only blacksmiths registered in the Tiangong list of the Sword God Sect can enter.

There are not many people coming and going here, and it is not open to the public. Due to the special period, the management outside the hall is looser than usual, but the defense inside the hall is twice as much as before.

Recently, due to the upcoming sword casting ceremony, the sword forging hall is short of manpower, Le Xiaoyi is in charge of carrying the weapon boxes from the sword forging hall, and follows the escort team to send these swords of inferior quality below the second grade for the disciples of the outer sect to the outer sect Various halls.

She was busy working alone in the corner. After a whole year of silence, almost no one remembered her, not to mention that in the sword forging hall, even if she met a disciple of Jianyue Hall, the other party might not necessarily be from Yue Qingju.

The team was led by an inner sect senior with a sixth-level cultivation of the Bone Origin Realm. After counting the goods in the car, he said to Le Xiaoyi who had just delivered a stack of sword boxes: "Junior Sister, please make another trip."

As he said, he took out a somewhat damaged sword box: "This box is full of scraps. I don't know if some blind junior took it by mistake. You should send the things back and go to the second floor to change a box. Second grade fine iron sword."

Le Xiaoyi agreed, first sent the waste to the recycling place, and then took the pass order to the second floor of the sword forging hall, passed through the busy craftsmen, and went straight to the place where the finished swords were piled up, found the second-grade refined iron sword, hugged it Pick up the sword box and leave.

When she turned around, someone passed by her, Le Xiaoyi didn't notice for a moment, and collided with that person, who didn't move at all, Le Xiaoyi staggered, and the sword case in his hand fell to the ground, breaking open a crack.

"Walk carefully." The man said a word, glanced at Le Xiaoyi, and left.

Le Xiaoyi leaned over to pick up the box on the ground, and when he closed the lid of the sword box, he smelled a pungent smell.

She looked around and saw that the acrid smell came from the sword box under her feet.

A pinch of gray powder leaked out from the gap of the sword box, Le Xiaoyi twisted a little on his fingertips, and smelled it closely, the smell was a bit like firestone.

Fire sulfur stone is the raw material for drawing blasting talismans. Its material is flammable when exposed to fire, so it should generally be stored away from open flames.

Le Xiaoyi frowned, and looked back at the neatly arranged sword boxes behind him, wondering why there was fire sulfur stone powder in the sword boxes?

Not knowing why, Le Xiaoyi closed the lid of the sword case and picked it up. What is in the sword case is the artisan's business, and she is only responsible for carrying it.

After Le Xiaoyi left holding the sword box, someone in the crowd looked up at her back until she walked up the stone steps.

In the evening of the same day, Le Xiaoyi completed the final escort mission, bid farewell to the senior brother who led the team, and went to the Zongwu Office to hand in the mission.

Just as he was about to return to the South Third Pavilion, passing through a forest with few people, Le Xiaoyi suddenly smelled a fishy wind.

There was no need for Hongmeng Jianxin to warn, Le Xiaoyi drew his sword out of its sheath, there were two jingling sounds, the incoming person missed a hit, and immediately changed his move to wipe Le Xiaoyi's throat.

Le Xiaoyi's eyes were cold, and he swung the opponent's sword back with a sword. He roughly estimated in his heart that the opponent's cultivation level was about the early stage of the Marrow Yuan Realm.

It shouldn't be from the Yuchi family, Le Xiaoyi thought, it probably has something to do with her discovery of the fire and sulfur stone today, this person should have been in the Sword Forging Hall at that time, and now he came here to kill people.

Le Xiaoyi snorted coldly, although it wasn't necessarily Xuantian Palace who was going to make trouble in the sword casting ceremony, but Le Xiaoyi had an intuition that this person should be from Xuantian Palace.

The other party saw that Le Xiaoyi was just a rookie at the Pulse Origin Realm, and he didn't expect that Le Xiaoyi could stop her attack, let alone defeat Huo Jiao, who was at the peak of the Marrow Origin Realm, by himself.

Le Xiaoyi didn't hold back her hand anymore, when the opponent stabbed with a sword, she raised her arm to resist, under the surprised and mocking eyes of the man, the sword blade struck Le Xiaoyi's forearm, but there was a burst of gold and iron. The rattling noise.

Immediately, the Sixuan sword in Le Xiaoyi's hand pierced her lower abdomen.

The extremely domineering Huo Jiao's aura rushed to his body, his face turned pale, his internal organs were injured, and he almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

She drew back and covered the bleeding wound. When she flew back, she threw a dart to block Le Xiaoyi's footsteps.

The man disappeared after a few ups and downs. Le Xiaoyi looked down at the dart stuck at her feet. The familiar shape and texture made her confirm the identity of the dart owner. walked back.

A while later, the disciples patrolling the forest passed by here, found blood and darts on the ground, and immediately reported the vision of this place to Xuanhe.

He Yunlu rested for a while after returning to the west courtyard. Every day, she would go to a small bamboo forest behind the west courtyard to meditate and bask in the sun.

It was evening and the sun was about to set on the western mountain. She got up, broke off a bamboo leaf and held it in her mouth, playing a little song that was spread in her hometown. Just listening to the melodious sound seemed to calm her down.

At the end of the song, He Yunlu blew off the bamboo leaf, raised the sword in hand, and prepared to go back.

At this moment, she suddenly heard a thud, like the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground. Feeling puzzled, she searched for the direction from which the sound came.

After walking a few steps, they bypassed a boulder, and a woman fell in the shadow under the stone.

He Yunlu looked around, but there was no one else, she thought about it in her heart, and walked towards this person vigilantly.

He has a handsome appearance, but his face is as white as paper. He is wearing the robe of an inner sect disciple of the Sword God Sect, and there is a piercing sword wound between his chest and abdomen.

The blood hadn't stopped yet, leaving little traces on the way.

He Yunlu shook her shoulder lightly, and she woke up slowly, seeing someone in front of her, her eyes sharpened, but the sharp eyes were deliberately hidden the moment she recognized He Yunlu's identity as an outer disciple.

It's just that the corners of her tightly pursed lips still showed a bit of coldness, which made her seem uncomfortable to get close to.

"Why is senior sister injured? Do you need senior sister to take you back to the inner door?" He Yunlu asked a few words kindly, but the woman waved her hand, "Thank you, senior sister, I am fine. May I ask junior sister, where is the nearby medicine hall?" place?"

"The medicine hall is a bit far away. If senior sister doesn't mind it, you can come to the west courtyard. I still have some wound medicine." He Yunlu glanced at the bloody wound on the woman's waist and abdomen, and said, "Senior sister's injury is so serious, why not?" Please ask the elders of Yue Qingju to take a look for Senior Sister?"

The woman stood up holding her sword, and thanked He Yunlu with a nod: "You don't need to ask the elders, it's just a skin trauma, but it's really inconvenient for me to move now, thanks to my junior sister for taking care of me."

He Yunlu led the woman to the stream to clean up the wound and the blood on her clothes, and then the two returned to the west courtyard together. On the way, they ran into Zheng Ruoyi, a senior sister from the same courtyard whom they hadn't seen for a long time.

"Junior Sister He." Zheng Ruoyi waved to He Yunlu enthusiastically, "We haven't seen each other for a year, and Junior Sister is completely different from before."

He Yunlu smiled: "Senior sister said that I suffered under the mountain and became ugly when I came back?"

"What are you talking about!" Zheng Ruoyi also laughed, blinked at He Yunlu, and asked in a low voice deliberately, "Junior Sister has been in the outer sect for two years, and she has crossed a big realm from Body Yuan Realm to Pulse Yuan Realm, tell me quickly Senior sister, when you were down the mountain, did you have any adventures?"

Zheng Ruoyi's enthusiasm was different from usual, He Yunlu lowered her eyes and smiled softly: "Senior sister is joking, there is no adventure, but it's just a bit of suffering."

She has been down the mountain for a year, catching up with many disciples of the same period, and there are many people in the courtyard who are envious and jealous of her.

How could Zheng Ruoyi believe it, and she wanted to ask again, but He Yunlu interrupted her first: "Yunlu still has something important to do, so I will excuse you first."

After finishing speaking, he turned his head and said to the people behind him: "Senior Sister, please follow me."

Only then did Zheng Ruoyi notice that there was another person behind He Yunlu.

The man walked quietly, just standing behind He Yunlu, and Zheng Ruoyi didn't even notice.

Zheng Ruoyi was taken aback. It could be seen that the man was wearing the robe of an inner disciple, and she froze for a moment. When she came back to her senses, He Yunlu had led him away.

"I also said that there were no adventures, and I met the senior sisters from the inner sect." Zheng Ruoyi frowned and complained as she looked at the backs of the two going away, "I don't know what kind of luck I got, what's so great about it. Senior brother has taken it into consideration."

"That person was talking bad about you just now." As she was walking, the woman with a pale face suddenly said this.

He Yunlu looked back unexpectedly when she heard the words, and then smiled: "Don't worry about her."

This trip down the mountain, her biggest gain is that she understands the truth of not discussing merits with others.

There is a steelyard in mind to measure the effort and the achievements. Everyone has their own circumstances and cannot be forced.

He Yunlu asked her senior sister to enter the room, searched through boxes and cabinets to find the wound medicine, and came out, but she didn't know what to call it, so she paused and said, "...Senior sister, do you need me to help you with the medicine?"

"No need, just put it on the table, thank you." The man thanked He Yunlu, his voice paused for a while, seeing that He Yunlu was going to open the door, he called her, and said coldly, "My name is Yan Wunian. "

He Yunlu paused in opening the door, smiled when she heard the words, and nodded in response: "Okay, Senior Sister Yan."